Scooby-Doo! Moon Monster Madness Page #6

Oh, is that so?

Well, we'll talk about this later.

Se, what can we do for you?

We need to patch and seal our air tanks.

Gonna need two welding rigs.

- Make it three.

- Like I said. Two.

Yes. Yes. Of course.

I'll put my best but an it.

That's Caroline Prime.

[SCOOBY GULPS]

Caroline. We have guests.

Stop. Stay.

She was just stacking supplies.

She can move thousands of fund crates

in a matter of minutes. Heh.

Food crates? Ha, ha! Like, I think

I found my favorite robot, Scoob.

Yeah, me tan.

AUDIENCE [OVER SPEAKER]:

Aw.

I don't trust anything

that's not human.

Maybe you shouldn't

get too close, U-Boat.

She's perfectly safe.

Wouldn't hurt a fly.

I checked her protocol myself.

She'll do anything we ask.

Watch. Sit.

Oh. Heh. Nat you. Caroline. Caroline, sit.

It'll take some time to

get the rigs prepped...

and of course you'll

be needing to

cri-gen-down the mag coils

in synth-mix first.

Right?

RIDLEY:

He said, the engines will need to coal.

That's right.

Oh.

[VELMA CLEARS THROAT]

- I speak nerd.

- Of course you do.

- Watch it, four eyes.

- Yau wear glasses tan.

- Pff. Whatever.

- Okay. Good. Good. Let's get to work.

- Might take a day or so.

DAPHNE:
Great.

That'll give us a

chance to find the alien.

Alien?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKER]

- Uh, you're not helping.

- Sorry.

That's what ripped the oxygen lines

an the Slystar One.

- It could be still unheard.

- Or around here somewhere.

Who knows what you saw.

It was probably nothing but space junk.

- Came an, Zip, let's get ta work.

- Right. Let's get ta work.

I'm afraid I have ta excuse myself

for a satellite interview.

Probably about some award the world

needs to bestow upon me. Heh.

Um, feel free to take

the Slymoon buggy ride.

It's fun out there.

New, watch me leave.

Like, dude, if the alien might be inside,

maybe we should go where it isn't.

Like, outside.

What do you say, old pal?

Yeah. Outside. I'm

right behind you, buddy.

So where should we start'?

I have to re-calibrate the oxygen

levels for the station.

More people, more air to breathe.

Shouldn't take tan lung.

I'll see you in a bit.

[DAPHNE CHUCKLES]

So, Clark, didn't you mention that you

wanted to do an exclusive expos...

an someone in the mystery-solving game?

That someone being me?

Hmph.

Oh, yeah. Well... Whoa!

- Knack, knack.

- I'm not home. But these guys are.

AUDIENCE [OVER SPEAKER]:

Aw.

Yeah! Whoa-hon!

Yeah. Scooby-Dooby-Dune.

[SCOOBY CHUCKLES]

Maybe that Cult guy was right, Scoob.

Maybe it wasn't an alien after all,

maybe it was just space junk.

[ECHOING] I mean, look at this place.

It's a regular junkyard.

Yeah, yeah. Space junkyard.

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