Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island Page #2

Sounds promising.

We'd better find Scooby and Shaggy

before Lena takes off.

- Where'd those guys go?

- That's no mystery.

Where else? To get a bite to eat!

I've made a lot of poor boy sandwiches

in my time.

But this has got to be the biggest

of them all!

We're used to eating big meals!

Buddy, don't hog all the hot sauce.

I see you boys like it hot.

Mo' hotter, mo' better.

Mo' hotter, mo' better!

That was a lot less filling

than I thought it would be.

Let's go, guys. We've found

another haunted house to investigate.

Good timing, guys.

Lena was just about to leave without us.

We're getting closer.

Moonscar Island is right in the middle

of the next bayou.

Sounds like a perfect place

to get some good, spooky footage.

And some good Cajun cooking!

For some reason, I'm still starved.

Even these stale Scooby Snax

are beginning to taste good.

Ms. Lena, I see you've brought you

some company.

Yes, Jacques. These folks came

a long way to see a real haunted house.

If they want haunted,

they've come to the right place.

Peoples go into that bayou,

and they don't never come out.

So we understand.

Ladies first.

Do you sell food on this ferry?

We're starved!

I didn't know you had a dog.

Dog? Where?

Are you allergic to dogs?

No, it's just that my employer,

Ms. Lenoir...

...she keeps cats.

Don't worry.

Scooby is great with cats. Right?

Yeah.

Gosh, I'd sure hate to get lost in here.

Way back in the 1700s,

pirates used this bayou...

...to hide from the law.

They knew only a fool

would come a looking in here.

And Morgan Moonscar

was one of those pirates?

Yes, cher. He was one

of the most famous of them.

Shaggy! Catfish!

Zoinks!

That's the biggest catfish I've ever seen.

That's probably Big Mona.

Ain't nobody never been able to catch her.

Guess that's one catfish

who doesn't like dogs, old buddy.

Rotten catfish!

I've got you, Scoob!

Oh, no!

You've got to turn this thing around!

I'm trying, son.

But she don't turn on no dime!

Hang on, guys!

Thanks, mister!

Should have let the 'gators eat you.

I can't stand tourists.

Now all your splashing

chased Big Mona away!

Quit your grumbling, Snakebite.

You ain't never caught that fish,

and you ain't never gonna did!

Says you!

Not too friendly, is he?

What is that?

This here's my hunting pig, Mojo!

Hunting pig?

He's a lot better than any hound dog.

He can smell a catfish a mile away.

Lot smarter than any dog, too.

Now get these trespassing tourists

off my boat!

I got fishing to do!

That's old Snakebite Scruggs.

He think the bayou

is his own private preserve.

He don't like anybody being in it, no.

So we noticed.

Suspicious character, eh, Velma?

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