Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster Page #3

Still, quite a smashing entrance,

don't you think?

Sir Ian, you've arrived.

Welcome to Blake Castle.

Yes. Please excuse the window,

Shannon, my dear.

I found this caber outside,

and I couldn't resist...

giving it a good toss, for old time's sake.

No, that'll be fine.

Everyone, it's my honor to introduce...

the Head Field Judge

for this year's Highland Games.

Sir Ian Locksley.

Director of the Scottish

Natural History Museum...

and author of the book Monster my foot.

Velma, do you have a book

for every occasion?

- Actually, yes.

- So, let me get this straight.

You're a museum director

and a judge for the games?

Now that's what I call multitasking.

Sir Ian, according to your book...

you believe the Loch Ness Monster

is all a bunch of hooey.

Yes. Hooey, nonsense,

poppycock and fiddle-faddle.

Now, there you are.

You've got your autograph.

And I've got an entire weekend free...

from any further

mention of the Loch Ness...

Good gravy!

What in the blazes are you doing here?

Hello, Ian.

You two know each other?

Ian and I were once colleagues.

Colleagues? Hardly.

She was my research assistant.

Aye, before you had me fired.

I was trying to run a museum.

I can't have one of my staff

spending all their time...

chasing after imaginary monsters.

She's not imaginary, Ian.

We've been through this before.

This should be an interesting dinner.

I don't think the two of them

will make it past the appetizers.

Now, see here.

Please, both of you,

we're all sharing the castle tonight.

Let's put our differences aside for now.

Have you seen the field, Sir Ian?

- It's fantastic.

- Yes, my dear.

Brilliant. Reminds me of the games of '74.

That man has absolutely no regard

for true scientific discovery.

Like, the only discovery I'd be

interested in is an all-night pizza joint.

Yeah! Pizza joint!

Scoob, with your stomach

growling like that...

we'll never get to sleep.

Like, how far is it

to the nearest vending machine?

Okay, unless we're completely lost...

the kitchen should be

right around the corner.

Did I say kitchen?

I mean, creepy hallway.

Okay, like, maybe it's this way.

Zoinks! Like, wrong turn.

It's okay Scoob, like,

just keep telling yourself...

there's no such things as monsters.

There are no monsters.

- What is it, Scoob?

- Monster!

Like, boy, do I hope you're wrong.

Look, Scooby-Doo.

It's just a tree branch

knocking against that window.

That's nothing to be afraid of.

Now, the kitchen's

got to be around here somewhere.

Let's try down this way.

Now, stay close, buddy.

We don't want

anything scary sneaking up on...

Ghost!

Ghost? Where?

Like, run for it, Scoob!

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