Scooby Doo and the Goblin King Page #4

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and go right on

to Thanksgiving?

[WHIMPERING,

CRYING]

[]

I wish there was more I could

do for you. But take these.

They should serve you well

on the other side.

SHAGGY:

A deck of cards?

These are magic cards.

Hold one out like so

and read the inscription.

Like, "demented

disguises."

Huh?

Hey. Check it out,

Scoob.

Like, our very own

monster mash-up.

Cool.

[SNICKERS]

[LAUGHS]

Marvelous.

You'll have no trouble

blending in now, eh?

Let's try

another one, Scoob.

Okay.

No, no, no.

You have to save them

for emergencies.

Each card can be

used only once.

And be careful.

Each magic spell lasts

but a short time.

[RUMBLING]

BOTH:
Huh?

[TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDS DISTANTLY]

Speaking of time, you've

got a train to catch.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES]

[WHISTLING]

SHAGGY:

Like, check out

that freaky freight train.

SCOOBY-DOO:

Yeah. Freaky.

Attention. Afterworld Express

with one-way,

nonstop service to:

Sleepy Hollow,

Hangman's Corner,

and Ghost Central

Station.

Scoob, old buddy,

I think we're in for

the ride of our afterlives.

Oh. One last thing.

Whatever happens,

you must return by sunrise

or be trapped in

the spirit world forever.

Back by sunrise,

trapped forever. Uh, got it.

[GULPS]

But, like,

how are we supposed to

get back?

Oh, dear. I hadn't

thought about that.

Huh?

Huh?

[WHISTLING]

[]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLARING]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Zoinks.

Don't look now,

Scooby-Doo,

but, ho-ho, I think

we're riding

on the Grim Reaper

railroad.

[GHASTLY LAUGHTER]

Like, stop the train.

[BELL CHIMES]

Ha-ha! We want off

this loco locomotive.

[WHIMPERS]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[GHOSTLY CACKLING]

[BOTH KISSING GROUND]

[LAUGHS]

Like, we made it, Scoob.

We're on the ground.

The sweet,

sweet ground.

[CHUCKLES]

[BOTH KISSING GROUND]

[IN BRITISH ACCENT]

You there.

What you think

you're doing, eh?

Trying to sneak

into my boneyard

while my back

was turned?

I think our disguises

have lost their charm.

[BOTH GASP]

Oh. A couple of wiseacres, eh?

Believe me, laddies,

you don't want to

see my bad side.

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

[HOWLING]

Zoinks!

[WHIMPERING]

[GROWLING]

Like, this being

your bad side?

[ROARING]

Time for a late-night snack.

Like, hold on.

Uh, you wouldn't eat

a fellow werewolf, would you?

Huh?

Observe.

[SNIFFS]

[WHIMPERS]

[GROWLS]

[ROARING]

[GROWLING]

[LAUGHS]

Stone me.

It's one of me

own brethren.

Come on, then.

Come on.

[]

Sorry about

the rough reception, mate.

Gotta keep out

the riffraff now, don't we?

[LAUGHS]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Whew.

Oh.

[HORN BLOWING]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINC CHATTERING]

Zoinks.

Like, this is one

whacked out

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