Scooby-Doo Page #2

all going to Spooky Island, man.

Where's Scooby?

Hello.

Sorry.

They don't allow big dogs

on the plane.

You've got to be kidding.

No one is stupid enough

to believe that.

Who's the ugly old broad?

- Say hello to Grandma.

- Aloha.

Flight 3774 to Spooky Island,

now boarding.

I wouldn't have agreed

to come if I knew.

Wait, just think about it

for one minute.

Mystery Inc. reunites. We'll be

a team again, just like the old days.

So come on...

...let's do that thing where we all put

our hands in, lift them up, and go:

Only if Fred and Velma do it.

People are watching, Shag.

Yeah, Scoob, "roo-hoo."

Come on, buddy.

Now that is a beautiful work of art.

Would you mind me taking a seat

there next to...?

To my grandma. That's my grandma.

Hi, Grandma. Like, no.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Bless you.

I'm sorry. My allergies.

It's usually only dogs that do it.

- Maybe I'd better move.

- No, wait.

It's probably just

my grandma's perfume.

Yeah, even I sometimes get

a little allergic, you know. Oh, jeez.

I'm pretty sure Grandma wants to go

back and visit with her pal Velma.

Right, Grandma?

Okay.

Boy, oh, boy, those sure do look

like Scooby Snacks.

I know they're for dogs...

...but they're 100%% vegetarian,

and I love them.

Like, me too.

Far out. I've never met another person

who loves Scooby Snacks.

- Me neither.

- I'm Mary Jane.

- Like, that's my favorite name.

- Really?

No way.

Hello.

Grandma?

Velma, it's simple

behavior modification.

To cause a dog to discontinue any

action, flick it on the nose. Observe.

Scoob?

See?

Sit, Grandma! Bad, Grandma!

Don't eat the kitty!

Welcome to Spooky Island...

...the frightfully popular spring break

spot for college students.

Catch our Electrical Torture Parade.

It's a Dead World After All.

And the world famous Splatterhorn.

Scooby-Doo!

And the rest of Mystery Inc.

It's marvelous to see you!

How fanta...

I'm sorry.

That's the second time this week.

Thank goodness.

It's a new toy.

I'm just getting up to speed with it.

- Welcome.

- Thank goodness.

I was afraid I'd have

to lug those to the hotel.

That's what Spooky Island's about,

realizing your worst fears.

I'm Emile Mondevarious,

the owner of this amusement park.

- You seem less...

- Spooky.

...than we'd have guessed.

I can be pretty spooky

when called upon. I can go:

Claws and everything.

You wouldn't want to run into me

in a dark alley.

- So you're the one who brought us here?

- No.

What brought you here

was your insatiable appetite...

...for a juicy mystery.

The truth is,

Mystery Inc. is broken up.

That's the beauty of something broken.

It can be fixed.

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