Scooby-Doo! Moon Monster Madness Page #4

- Like, that is not uncommon.

Humor is often inspired

by the same darkness

from which it endeavors

to provide an escape.

- H u h?

- Wow.

I'm so hungry,

my brain ain't working right.

[FOOTSTEPS AND RUMBLING NEARBY]

SHAGGY:

Yike!

[BOTH WHIMPERING]

I guess an alien wouldn't shock you.

You've seen all kinds of weird stuff.

You researched me? Why?

You're here to do a piece an the Baron.

I'm not sure he's the mast interesting

person unheard.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Know what I mean?

Ew.

[BOTH WHIMPERING]

[FOOTSTEPS AND RUMBLING CONTINUE]

Like, it's you, Mr. U-Boat.

We're huge fans.

You're like the best player

an the field every Sunday and Monday.

- And Thursday and some Saturdays.

SCOOBY:
You're the best off the field tan.

We love U-Boat Bites.

Like, man, we'd be eating them right

now, heh, if the snack bar was open.

[U-BOAT GRUNTS]

[MACHINES BUZZING AND CRACKLING]

[MACHINES POWER UP]

Space is delicious.

[GROWLS]

DAPHNE:

Whoa. Did you hear that?

Thermal contraction caused

by temperature differential.

- It's normal.

- Right. It's normal, Daph.

It didn't sound normal.

It sounded like there's something outside.

Something outside? You mean,

in the vacuum of space? Like what?

Yeah. Like what?

In the vacuum of space?

You think there's an alien out there?

A creature with an oversized head

and big, black eyes?

- Hold the phone, you've seen it'?

- No. Because it doesn't exist.

If aliens exist, they never introduced

themselves to us.

And we spent a lot of time

in their neighborhood.

Nat that it matters.

Space is dangerous enough

without little green men.

Maybe they were cloaked

from human sight.

I saw a movie where the aliens did that.

Here, I'll show you a clip.

Na, no, no, you kids watch so much junk

an screens, you think it's real.

When I was your age,

we watched less and lived mare.

Makes sense. There was a lat less stuff

to watch when you were our age. Heh.

I mean... Well, of course there was...

Oh, you...

[MUTED DIALOGUE]

Cult, let's get out of here.

Uh, maybe you should

just give them some space, Fred.

[LAUGHS THEN SNORTS]

- Get it? Space. That's so funny.

- I don't get it.

[ALARM WAILING]

COLT:
What did you touch, hotshot?

- Nothing.

Came an. Let's go see

what all this fuss is about.

He called me a hotshot.

SLY [OVER INTERCOM]:

Nothing to worry about, folks.

We're just working

out some first flight bugs.

Uh, be sure to capture my perfect physique

and spirit, hmm?

I've said it a thousand times,

civilians do not belong in space.

You're right, Colt. You've said it

a thousand times. At least.

[ZIP E COLT GRUNT]

Man, aah! We're doomed.

Haw do we get off this thing?

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