Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster Page #5

It's just a joke, Dad.

Hang on, nitwit, I'm coming.

I asked for jocks,

and you sent me jokesters instead.

From the size of that balloon...

I'd say you must be

the biggest Nessie believer in the world.

Me? No, laddie. Truth is I do not believe

in her at all.

But the more people that do believe...

the more money she brings to me hotel.

Very...

Mr. Haggart, can we have

a word with you?

Now, Miss Blake,

what brings you to town, then?

Shouldn't you be out at the games field...

keeping an eye out for more of

your scary monster sightings?

Laugh if you want,

but there may not be any games at all.

These photos were taken last night,

and the games are tomorrow.

The game fields. That cannot be!

Whether you believe

in the monster or not, Mr. Haggart...

we're running out of time.

Aye, right you are, lass. Boys, come quick.

These are for you, mate.

- There you go.

- Like, thanks.

We've got trouble brewing at Blake Castle.

Brace yourselves, lads.

I'm sorry you've got to see such a thing.

Come on, Colin. Let me see.

Hold on!

Now round up some help

and get down to Blake Castle...

as quick as you can.

Yes, Dad.

Stupendous! Tremendous!

Nessie's trying to tell us something.

I've got to get to the castle.

My monster needs me.

- No, Del. Wait.

- Waiting time is oversville.

She's trying to talk to me.

And I am ready to listen.

Please, Del, we've still got the games

to think about.

The games? No, that's the problem.

If it weren't for those games,

Nessie would be happy and healthy...

and minding her own business, man.

I've got to get over to Blake Castle...

before those Haggart hooligans get there

and ruin the vibe, man.

You guys keep on keeping on.

Well, good monster hunting!

Don't be a fool.

There's no such thing

as good monster hunting.

Like, words to live by.

This is our dockmaster,

Duncan MacGubbin.

Duncan MacGubbin?

I've heard that name before.

You hold the record for the most

Loch Ness Monster sightings.

Aye, that I do.

Forty-one.

Though I take no pride in the fact.

Since you're the dockmaster,

Mr. MacGubbin...

maybe you could point out

Prof. Pembrooke's boat.

- She said we could take it out on the lake.

- That's loch.

Now, there be the Professor's craft.

That's dock.

This Scottish stuff can be complicated.

It's an old fishing boat.

She's nearly as old as meself

and twice as leaky.

She'll do ye fine.

But I warn ye,

do not go looking for trouble's view.

At Loch Ness,

trouble can come looking for you.

Like, he should be writing

scary greeting cards.

- I sure wish I'd brought along my floaties.

- So do I.

There's only four life jackets on board.

Maybe there's more down here.

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