Today, Scooby-Doo meets Batman and Robin.
Hey, gang, what do you say we look for a pizza parlor?
A pizza parlor?
Oh, come on, Shag, who'd buy pizzas in the middle of a forest?
I would. Like, man, I'm starved. Let's have a midnight snack.
Yeah, yeah.
How can you have the midnight snack? It's only 8:00.
So what? Somewhere in the world it's midnight.
- Let's eat. - Right.
Okay. I'll cook something . . .
. . . but you and Scooby will have to gather more firewood.
Out there in that dark forest? Oh, gosh. Scoob, are we that hungry?
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, Scoob, get that piece of wood.
Pull harder, Scoob.
A wild horse! Let's get out of here.
That's the first time I ever saw a horse with wood growing out of its head.
Like, what are you laughing at, Scoob? That wasn't funny.
Not me.
Please, let me go. What is it you want?
Merely to discuss a business deal with you in my office.
Your office is in the forest? I don't believe you.
Oh, but it is, professor.
- We're almost there. - Zoinks!
It's the Joker and Penguin. Bad guys.
Trouble.
Like, let's sneak away before they find us.
What was that?
There are night crawlers in this forest.
- Look. - Campers.
We can't have them snooping around.
Take the professor to our office.
I'll scare those campers out of the woods . . .
. . .by scaring them out of their wits.
Come on, Scoob, faster.
Zoinks! Like, what now?
Well, like, it was nice knowing you, Scooby.
- Great Scott. - Holy mix-ups, it's not Joker and Penguin.
- Hey, look. It's Batman and Robin. - You're right.
And the little man you saw was Professor Flaky . . .
. . . the famous inventor who disappeared mysteriously this morning.
We spotted the villains, so we dropped our Bat-cage.
- Sorry we goofed, Shaggy. - That's okay.
Like, it's a pleasure to be captured by good guys for a change.
- Right. - We must continue our search.
- Can we help in any way? - Yes.
if you see or hear anything strange . . .
. . . signal us by flashing the headlights of your Mystery Machine.
- We'll see it from the Bat-copter. - Right.
- Okay. - Sure thing.
But, kids, don't stick your necks out.
Joker and Penguin are master criminals. They can be dangerous. Any questions?
- Yes, Shaggy? - Like, you wouldn't happen to have . . .
- . . .a Bat-cookie on you, would you? - Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Sky time, Robin.
Hey, crusaders, like, thanks for the cookie.
Oh, wow. Like, the mosquitoes around here will eat anything.
Why would Joker and Penguin bring Professor Flaky to this forest?
They must have a secret hideout here.
No way. There's no building in this forest, not even a shack.
When we were driving in, I saw a cave.
- A cave. - A cave?
On the other side of the river. It's in the side of a cliff.
A cave. That's gotta be it. Let's go.
- Like, what happened? - Like, that happened.
Joker and Penguin must have put it there to prevent people from coming this way.
Let's see if we can move it.
Hey, the log is hollow. We can roll this away easily.
Creepers, what is that?
I'd say it's a dryad.
- A dry what? - A dryad. A tree spirit.
- They live in the forest. - But it can't be real.
Dryads exist only in myths and fairy tales, like elves and trolls.
Well, that must be a figment of our imagination.
Right now that figment is in the middle of the road.
- Let's get a closer look at it. - Right. We'll drive up close.
Help me roll this log off the road.
Hey.
- What was that? - It's the dryad. He's trying to scare us.
Quick, into the Mystery Machine.
Scooby! Hey, Scoob!
Let's go, Shaggy. We're gonna check out that weirdo.
- Hey, like, I gotta find Scooby first. - Okay, we'll come back for you.
Scooby? Scooby-Doo, where are you?
Down here!
Oh, wow. Gosh, like, how did you get down there?
Rolled.
Sit tight. I'll get you out.
Oh, jinkies, he got away.
Well, let's go after him.
No use. We'd never find him in that dark ravine.
He might even be traveling through the treetops.
Well, let's go back for Shag and Scoob.
Like, when I get close enough, reach out and grab this stick.
Scoob, like, if you were gonna swim, why did you let me cross—? Zoinks!
Shag? Shaggy?
- Scooby-Doo, where are you? - Where do you think . . .
- . . . they could have gone? - Who knows?
With the Joker and Penguin on the loose, Shag and Scoob might be in trouble.
Hey, there's the Bat-copter. Let's signal them.
Batman, look, the kids want us to land.
I see it, Boy Wonder, but the road's too narrow.
You take the controls, I'll lower myself on the cable.
A cave, a log in the road, a so-called dryad?
And now Shaggy and Scooby are missing, eh?
Yeah, that's right.
Typical tactics of the terrible twosome.
Batman, we've gotta find Shaggy and Scooby.
Don't worry, Velma.
We always give top priority to the safety of a boy and his dog.
You kids check out that cave, and I'll search for your friends on our Bat-scope.
"Covered bridge ahead. "
Shaggy said the cave is on the other side, along the river road.
We'll sneak up on him. I'll turn off the headlights.
- Jinkies. - It's our campsite.
Creepers, we're back where we started from.
Maybe the road circles around.
lmpossible. We crossed the river only once.
Here comes Batman and Robin. Maybe they can help us.
No, kids, the road does not circle back. We can see it from above.
There's something fishy about this.
Precisely, Robin, and we're going to catch those fish.
Make that trip again, kids. Turn on your headlights . . .
- . . .so we can follow you. - Right.
We'll get to the bottom of it by staying on top of it.
A very droll remark, Robin.
Oh, I wish I could see the faces of those foolish fledglings . . .
. . . when they find they've been fooled by foul play.
Wrong, Penguin. You turned them about. And turnabout is fair play, not foul.
Very good, jolly jester.
Now that we've turned away the intrepid intruders . . .
. . . let's flee to our flighty friend Professor Flaky . . .
. . . and learn more about his secret invention. We must—
This way, Scooby.
Someone's on our side of the river.
Like, if we're gonna get back to camp, we gotta cross this bridge.
Oh, no.
Maybe you're right.
if this is a toll bridge, it'd be against the law to go through without paying.
Fiddlesticks. If they don't enter, we won't have any fun.
Relax, you rollicking rogue, I'll make them enter.
They're about to learn this is not a toll bridge, it's a troll bridge.
Excellent. I'll play a hand of bridge, while they play the dummies.
Like, the problem is, there might be some strange, weird creatures in there.
Yeah, let's go back.
Run, run.
Like, he's at this end too.
Batman, up ahead. The bridge.
Great Scott. Quick, my Bat-noculars.
Holy hobgoblins. That must be Joker and Penguin.
Right, chum. I'm swinging over the river.
Curses, the Bat-copter. Spoilsports.
There must have been a flood.
Shag and Scoob are safe, Batman.
Good, monitor the Bat-scope, Boy Wonder . . .
. . . we're going after those goony gremlins.
Hey, look, Scoob, a wheel. I wonder what it's for.
Bridge?
Oh, I get it. Like, when the bridge turns, it makes this wheel go around.
Oh, brother.
Like, hooray. Here comes the Mystery Machine.
Shaggy, look.
Zoinks! No bridge. We gotta warn them.
Scoob, this is no time to fool around with the wheel.
They're gonna go into the river.
Hey, Fred, Daphne, Velma, wait up!
Shag, Scooby, where have you two been?
Tell you later. Let's get out of here.
There are your fairy-tale felons, Robin. We'll be over them in seconds.
They haven't a chance. No trees, no bushes, no place to hide.
Great Scott. The Mystery Machine. That bridge was out of place.
Relax, Batman, it's down there on the river road.
Good show, Robin. Now to apprehend those two.
Great balls of fire, our forest spirits have vanished.
In a split second.
But how? Where could they have gone?
Let's get down there.
There's the cave. See it?
Right. Let's check it out.
Jeepers, Shaggy, you call this a hideout?
No, I call it a cave.
It's just a little hole in the cliff. No concealed entrance, nothing.
Well, let's take a look inside anyways.
The girls are right, Shag.
Nobody in his right mind would use this as a secret hideout.
- I would. - Like I said, nobody in his right mind.
Come on, let's go.
Like, oops. Hey!
Help. Help!
Shaggy? Shaggy?
- What's wrong, Scoob? - Creepers, where's Shaggy?
The wall. Something about this wall.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, Daph, he's really uptight. Maybe if you give him a Scooby Snack.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - All right.
Now show us what happened to Shaggy.
Jeepers, a secret entrance.
- How do you make it work? - Let me try something.
Stand back. I'm gonna do what Scooby did.
Bye.
- It's that rock. That opens it. - Let's try.
Boy, am I glad to see you kids.
Where are we?
It looks like a passageway leading underground. Follow me.
Like, wow.
- Will you look at that. - Oh, it's eerie.
It's some sort of cavern with an underground lake.
- And a boat. - Which means someone is using this cave.
Look, another passageway. Come on, we're gonna search these caverns.
- Not us. Like, you could get lost in there. - Right.
Oh, come on, Shag. This could be exciting.
Yeah, but, like, we're not interested in exciting, we're interested in exiting.
So we'll stay right here, by the exit.
Well, okay. If you see anything weird in here, holler real loud.
- Yeah, I'm good at that. - Me too.
Scoob, you sure you don't wanna go with them?
No way.
We know you've perfected a new invention, Professor Flaky.
We might be interested in buying it if we knew what it was.
I told you, it's not for sale. Besides, what would you do with a sighing flute?
A sighing flute?
I mean a flying suit, made of rubber.
When a person wears it, he can air through the fly—
Flare through the eye— Coming through the rye— No, no.
- Fly through the air. - A flying suit, eh?
Fantastic. Fortune favors us. We must filch that fabulous flying suit from Flaky.
Yes. lmagine, pulling a job and flying away into the night.
The caped crusaders could never catch us.
I'll force him to tell us where it is.
No, no, my lanky lord of levity. Force would be futile.
Flaky is a fumpering fish-face, but he's no fool.
We must use finesse to ferret out the fact.
We are prepared, professor, to purchase your praiseworthy product . . .
. . . and not for a piddling, paltry pittance, but a prodigious payment.
Yes. But first we must see the flying suit. Where is it?
You don't want to buy it. You want to steal it.
So much for finesse. Tell us where it is or else.
Well, since you put it that way . . .
. . .it's at the Hillside Aircraft Company in Gotham City.
In the testing lab. It hasn't been tested yet.
Don't worry, we'll test it.
Meanwhile, until we do, you remain here.
Let's go, Pengy.
Visitors. Probably those tiresome teenagers.
Yes, we mustn't be impolite.
We should entertain our company, right, Penguin?
Right. And after our hilarious hauntings, we'll hie ourselves to Hillside . . .
. . .to get the flying suit.
He opened it by touching a certain spot. Must get out of here.
Must prevent them from carrying out their plaid man— Their mad plan.
Oh, where's that spot?
Utterly baffling. They vanished into thin air.
This may sound childish, Batman, but is it possible they were real spirits?
No chance, Robin. I wish they were.
Real spirits couldn't possibly be as evil as Penguin and Joker.
Look at that cute little chipmunk.
It seems like they were swallowed up by the earth.
I think you hit the nail on the head. The earth did swallow them.
Holy manhole!
It leads into a cavern. Good work, Batman.
Down we go.
- Nobody here. We're too late. - Not necessarily, Robin.
Ancient volcanic eruptions often leave a complex maze of caverns.
Look. There's a tunnel.
- Jinkies, this is a big one. - Anybody in here, Fred?
Can't see anyone, but I'm sure they've got the professor . . .
. . .in one of these caves.
Yeah, I wonder if Batman captured Joker and Penguin. I hope.
She hopes.
Now she's hoping, soon she'll be hopping.
So these boneheaded birdbrains are buddy-buddy with Batman, eh?
Let's cure them of their fondness for bats.
Way ahead of you, my web-footed friend. I've already activated our fearsome flier.
Fun time, let's watch.
It's a bat. A giant bat.
- Stay cool. I don't think it'll hurt us. - I know it won't . . .
. . . if we get out of here.
Good idea.
Creepers, it won't let us leave.
It sounds angry.
Yeah, better take cover.
I don't believe in ghosts . . .
. . . but I believe in bats.
Velma, Velma! Look out!
Time to leave.
- Hey, what's up? - Never mind up. Get down.
Our mechanical bat is driving them batty.
It's truly a tactic of rib-tickling terror . . .
. . . but there are other intruders in the lake cavern.
They too should be entertained.
Quite so, you emperor of evil.
I'll set the controls so our bat will keep these birdbrains busy for a while.
It's that pair of bubble-headed bridge-crossers.
This should be a scream.
And the screams, Pengy-wengy, will come from them.
Being a penguin, I have an affinity for seals.
So I shall seal them in.
Oh, wow. Like, that lake sure looks spooky.
- Yeah. - Whoever owns this cave . . .
. . . spent a fortune to put that big lake in here.
Like, a swimming pool would have been enough, Scoob.
Oh, drat. My dear harlequin of hilarity, the fun won't begin . . .
. . . unless we get those babbling buffoons into the boat.
Leave that to me.
Like, I guess that little boat is for fishing.
But it's so dark, how can the fish see the worms?
You've entered my tomb. The tomb of gloom.
Away, away, or you'll meet your doom.
A ghost. Like, let's exit.
Like, we're sealed in.
Away, away, or you'll rue the day.
Hang on, Scoob, I'm gonna break the world speed record.
Like, the oars broke off.
Now watch this, you wily weasel of wit.
I'm going to turn on the fearsome phantom fountain.
- Like, wow. It's dark and creepy in here. - Sure is.
Don't be scared, Scoob. Look on the bright side.
- Where? Where? - I mean, like . . . .
Like, anyway, we got away from the phantom.
But not from this one.
Like, we're drifting towards it. Goodbye, boat.
- Come on, Scoob, we'll swim back. - Right.
Gee, like, I guess you dove into some kind of hole.
It's coming after us. Let's run!
- Help! - Help!
Hey, look.
Like, hooray, it went back under. Oh, we're safe now, Scoob.
Like, zoinks!
Hey.
I'm out! Out! I spotted the right touch. Touched the right spot.
Hello, dog. I'm Professor Floogy— I mean, Flaky.
Say, your friend's gonna catch a cold sleeping in the water.
We'd better get him out. Lag a grib. Leg a grab. Grab a leg.
- Holy trademarks. It's a giant bat. - And it's going after the kids.
Quick, Robin. Batarang.
- Why, it wasn't real. - Jinkies, a mechanical bat.
Now it's just a pile of junk thanks to the caped crusaders.
Penguin and Joker must be hiding the professor in a secret cave.
Say, where are Shaggy and Scooby?
Waiting for us in the other cavern where the lake is.
All alone? Before we do anything else, we'd better check up . . .
. . . on that courageous boy and his brave dog.
Lead the way, Fred.
Well, Penguin, the water carnival is over.
Now let's go back and see how the other kids are doing in batting practice.
Well, well, they're coming back. Look.
Fun time again?
One look at us, and those terrified teenagers will turn tail.
The dynamic duo. Curses.
Fun time is over. Quick, open the elevator.
- There's someone up ahead. - After them.
There they are.
Too late, Robin. They got away.
The empty car will come down again. I pressed the elevator button.
- Jeepers. Where's Shag and Scoob? - They said they'd wait right here.
- The boat's gone. - They're missing, eh?
I was afraid of something like this.
- This way. - Easy, now. Careful.
- Voices. Someone's coming. - Scatter. Hide.
It's okay. Nobody's here.
- Like, wrong again. - Shag, Scoob, it's us.
Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes.
What a time we had walking through that lake.
I felt like Crossington washing the Delaware—
- Washington crossing the Delaware. - You're safe now, Professor Flaky.
But unfortunately, your cowardly captors escaped.
- I wish we knew where they were going. - I know.
Poker and Jenguin are on their way to Gotham City to steal my invention.
Sir, that's Joker and Penguin.
With their head start, they'll get your invention before we can catch up.
Net nocessarily. I told them it was at the Hillside Aircraft Company, but it isn't.
It's really at the Rutham Gobber Factory. Gotham Rubber Factory.
- Holy brainstorms. That was brilliant. - A shrewd stratagem, professor.
To the Bat-copter. We'll fly to Hillside Aircraft.
And when those poor deluded villains arrive . . .
. . . they'll find a reception committee waiting for them. Us.
The elevator's here, caped crusaders.
Now, Robin, to the Bat-copter.
Holy eggbeaters, it's gone.
Those devious devils flew off in our Bat-copter.
There might still be time to intercept them in our Batmobile.
We can get to your Batcave in our Mystery Machine.
Thank you, kids. By giving us this lift . . .
. . .you're giving a lift to every law-abiding citizen in the world.
We'd better cover all bases, Fred.
You take Flaky to the Gotham Rubber Company.
Okay. We'll stand guard over his invention just in case.
Right. If we don't find those crooks at Hillside Aircraft, we'll zip over there.
Good luck.
When Joker and Penguin discover the flying suit isn't at Hillside . . .
- . . . they'll know it's at Gotham Rubber. - Right.
It's the only other company in Gotham that can make such a thing.
Like, maybe they're flying there right now.
Oh, dear. That would be a fine fettle of kish—
Kettle of fish.
Professor, could they find the suit easily?
Oh, yes. It's in my laboratory in a lox with a babel.
- What? - In a box with a label.
Creepers. Step on it, Fred. We've gotta get there before they do.
- No sign of the Bat-copter. - We got here first. That's great.
Yes. This is the hope we were breaking for—
I mean, the break we were hoping for.
Oh, wow, look.
Jinkies. Giant Batman and Robin balloons.
And Yogi Bear and Fred Flintstone and Santa Claus.
You'd have to be a pretty tall kid to play with those balloons.
My company makes those for the Gotham Giving Thanks City Day Parade.
Pardon me. You mean the Gotham City Thanksgiving Day Parade.
- isn't that what I said? - Listen, we'd better get up to the lab.
My laboratory is on the flop toor— Top floor.
Shag, Joker and Penguin may arrive in the Bat-copter at any moment.
You and Scooby stay out here and watch.
Oh, no. Like, we'd rather stay in the lab and guard the invention.
You would? Okay. Then the girls and I will stay in the yard.
You two go upstairs and be alert. Joker and Penguin may land on the roof . . .
- . . . and enter through the skylight. - I think you misunderstood me, Fred.
Scooby and I would rather stay in the yard.
Jeepers.
This is my invention, a flying suit.
Looks great. How does it work?
Oh, simple. Arms through here, legs through here.
And those little nozzles?
By pressing the right buttons, you can jet yourself up or down . . .
. . . or any which way.
You know, Scoob, like, it's bad enough when you're not hungry.
But when you're scared and hungry, man, that's the worst.
Yeah, I'll say. Look.
Doughnuts.
Hey. Like, these aren't doughnuts. These are rubber tires for kiddie cars.
The Bat-copter. Joker and penguin are coming.
Scoob, like, there are two things we gotta do fast.
- We gotta warn Fred, and we gotta hide. - Right.
So we'll divvy it up. You warn Fred, I'll hide.
Okay.
Hey.
You'd rather do it the other way?
- Right. - Okay. I'll hide, you warn Fred.
Okay.
Oh, rats.
Professor, this laboratory is out of sight.
Yes, it's really a late grab— A great lab.
Professor, is one of your machines running?
Machines? Oh, no, no. That's a helicopter outside.
A helicopter? Joker and Penguin.
- Thanks a lot, Scoob. - Sorry.
Hey, they're gonna land in the yard. You'd better hide.
Light's on in the lab. They'll be expecting us to come through that door.
We'll surprise them. There's another entrance inside the factory. Come on.
Fred! Freddy!
- What is it, Shaggy? - Like, they ran into the factory.
Oh, thanks.
Girls, we've got to get down there and delay those crooks . . .
. . . until the dynamic duo arrives.
Professor, lock the lab door after we leave.
Oh, yes, yes, I'll lab the lock door.
Oh, dear, I hope that Bilemobat gets here soon with the dunamic dyo.
There should be a door on that side into the building.
That flying suit is practically in our hands.
We'll sneak up on them. Here's my plan, Penguin.
- They're whispering to each other. - I think they're ready to make their move.
We'd better make our move before they come this way.
I've got it. We'll use the element of surprise.
Ready for takeoff.
Runway's clear. Hang on to that broom.
That ought to sweep them off their feet.
Yes, an excellent plan, my dear Joker.
- What's that? - Oh, it's just a tire rolling towards us.
- Step aside, Penguin. - The feeble-minded fools.
Do they think a rolling tire can upset us?
- It worked. - Oh, look at Freddy.
I hope they enjoyed the trip.
Curses, it's one of those kids from the forest.
Quick, after him.
Coming this way. I'd better move.
Oh, no. This is fresh, sticky rubber.
Can't walk. I'll jump out.
Yikes, here they come.
Well, well, what have we here, Joker, a jumping jack?
- Oh, no. They've got Freddy. - We've got to rescue him.
"lnner tubes, beach balls—" I've got it.
You'd better not try anything. I have friends here. You won't get away.
We won't get away? You're the one that's stuck.
- What was that? - A ball. It came from back—
Blithering bombast.
Keep it up, Daph, you're right on target.
Good, just keep feeding me that ammunition.
This simpleton is stuck here anyway. Let's go after the beach-ball bombardiers.
Velma, Daphne, watch out! They're coming after you.
We'd better hide.
The Bat-copter. They got here first.
And there's a light in the lab window. Come on.
Holy sidewalls, it's Shaggy and Scooby.
Like, hi, crusaders, I've been guarding the yard.
Yeah, me too.
Good work, troops. Who's in the lab?
Professor Flaky and the kids. The bad guys went in the factory.
- To sneak up a rear staircase, no doubt. - An excellent deduction.
Shaggy, you and Scooby stand there in the shadow and guard the vehicles.
Where do we go, Batman, the factory or the lab?
The lab. We'll enter through the skylight.
When Joker and Penguin break in to steal the—
I get it. Like I said before, we'll be the reception committee.
Right. To the welcome wagon.
Gosh, I never thought I'd see the day when the dynamic duo turn chicken.
They just got here, and now they're flying away.
Look.
- Where are they gonna land? - Roof, roof.
Gee, Scoob, like, I was just asking a simple question.
You don't have to bark at me.
Roof.
Well, like, here we are again, Scooby.
We always wind up alone in the spookiest places . . .
. . . just waiting for something to happen to us.
Don't say that.
Oh, my. I think I hear root steps on the foof— Footsteps on the roof.
It's Jenker and Poguin.
Well, they may get me, but they won't get my flying suit.
- Gee, like, where'd that come from? - I don't know.
I guess somebody threw away some kind of a costume.
Put it on, Scoob.
Push buttons, huh?
Like the kind they have on an accordion. Hey, maybe these make music.
- What's this? - Man, what a terrible-looking outfit.
Like, it makes you look fat, Scooby. I'll let some of the air out.
Hey, help!
Oh, wow. I gotta get him down.
Don't go away, Scooby. I'm coming.
- Head for the gate. - Don't worry, Scoob, I'll get you.
- Why, that's my sighing flute. - The flying suit.
- That's what we were planning to steal. - Yes.
Now our plans are up in the air.
This is no time for corny quips.
Better ground that hound and then scoot with the suit.
Holy soap bubbles. Look, Batman.
Great Scott. No time to lose. He'll float off into space.
lnto the Bat-copter. Quick, Robin.
Hurry.
It's Scooby. Button the landing press— Land the pressing button—
Press the landing button.
Which one?
- Great Scott, he's descending too fast. - No, look.
I'll fly above him. Lower that Bat-cable, Robin.
Like, grab my hand, Scoob.
Zounds, those heroes are trying to rescue that flying fleabag.
Gotta get him down before they get him up.
Penguin, use your umbrella as a spear. Puncture the flying suit.
An excellent idea, Joker. Here goes.
Help! SOS! Mayday!
Batman, we've got to get Scooby out of its way.
Right.
Like, here I come.
- We've got Shaggy, Batman. - And just in time. Look.
Drat, the crusaders have the suit.
The game's up, Penguin. Head for the gate.
- Help. - Let me out.
Well, you captured them again, Batman. Congratulations.
Thank you, Fred, but I didn't capture them. This balloon did.
Yes, but the balloon's Batman.
Actually, the credit should go to Shaggy and Scooby.
Yes. if it weren't for Scabby and Shoogy—
Saggy and Stooby— No, Snaggy and Stooby—
Shago and Scheeby?
- Shaggy and Scooby. - Right.
I always liked Shaggy because he's dumb to kind animals.
Birdbrain, you mean kind to dumb animals. Dumb!
Like my partner. My ex-partner.
This cornball put me behind the eight ball.
It was your fault, you feather-brained fathead.
You lanky, laughing, loony bird.
You don't have as much brains as this dog.
Oh, no, not again.
Relax, kids. Scooby's got the hang of it now.
Scooby-dooby-doo!
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