Scooby-Doo and Guess Who? (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Revenge of the Swamp Monster - full transcript

I think we should
call it a night, sir.

The Swamp Monster
has been seen around here.

Nonsense! I need to finish this hole
to stay in the tournament.

Plus, there's no such thing as
a Swamp Monster.

It's the Swamp Monster!

You big scaredy caddy.
That's just a bird.

Fine!
I'll finish by myself.

Lord Subs
presents

Scooby-Doo and Guess Who?
Season 1 | Episode 01

We know you're one in a million
Scooby-Doo

We can count on you, Scooby-Doo



To catch and unmask that villain

"REVENGE OF THE
SWAMP MONSTER!"

Zoinks! It's Chris Paul.

Sync:
JoTa

Now let's see who this Beeman
of Alcatraz really is.

Hang on, dudes,
I got to take this.

You got the Shagster!
Speak it, don't freak it.

Golf tournament?
Come be your caddy?

Okay!

I'll do it!
Pick us up, dude.

Yikes! We gotta go!
Big doings!

Hold the phone! Who'd send Shaggy
a private helicopter?

- An old friend.
- A rich old friend.

Then let's see who this Beeman
of Alcatraz really is.



- Quickly!
- Bob the Beekeeper!

Yup, didn't see that coming.

All yours, boys.
Take him away.

And I would have
got away with it...

- What did he say?
- You know, the usual!

Shaggy, where are
we going again?

Lost Springs Golf Course,
Florida.

Why does that sound familiar?

Right.
Here it is.

Several golfers have gone missing
in freak accidents there this week.

Not surprising.

Golf is like the most
dangerous sport there is, man.

The horror!
Dude, the horror!

Well, the rumor is, some horrible
Swamp Monster is taking them.

Swamp Monster!

Like, gulp.

Heads up!

Basketball legend Chris Paul?

Throw me some heat,
Shaggy man.

What's up, C.P.?

I'm so glad you're gonna
caddy for me

'cause I gotta bring my A-game
in this tournament.

No way! That was before I heard
about some gooky Swamp Monster.

No, no, no.
Ain't no backing out now.

I saved your life once.
Remember?

I need you, Shaggy!

Quite right.
Copy that.

Well, you called the right
mystery solvers, Mr. Paul.

We'll find the truth behind
your Swamp Monster.

It's what we do.

So, this is the school.
It means a lot to me.

So, Mr. Paul,
this art school is funded

- by the golf tournament?
- Yeah, and if it doesn't happen,

the school will be
forced to close.

And that can't happen.

Better get used to it
not being here, Mr. Paul.

With half the golfers missing
or having quit

because of that
horrible Swamp Monster,

we might as well pack up
and go home now!

Boy, she's a negative Nelly.

You know it, Fred.
But listen here.

- She is not why I'm doing this.
- We are!

It's kind of my thing to promote
healthy activities for kids.

- Like teaching them basketball?
- No.

- By golfing?
- No.

Bowling!

Let me get this right.

Basketball legend
and assist king, Chris Paul...

- Is playing in a golf tournament...
- To save an art school...

So he can teach them bowling?

Now, you're getting it.

I invented these outdoor
bowling lanes

so everyone can enjoy bowling

and be outside
at the same time.

Is it bowling time, Mr. Paul?

Yeah, she knows.

- Thanks, C.P.
- It's always bowling time.

Look at me, C.P.,
I'm bowling.

Chris!

- Help!
- Hang on!

Yikes!

No!

- Like, what was that?
- It's a sinkhole.

Sometimes during droughts
or bad weather,

sinkholes will collapse.

This school is doomed!
Doomed, I say.

Welcome, everyone,
to the last 18 holes

of the Lost Waters Fundraiser
Tournament.

Let's meet
the top three remaing golfers

who haven't been taken
by the Swamp Monster.

Burt Friendly, professional nice guy
and local land developer.

Land developer?
Okay, it's probably that guy.

Our local curmudgeon
and self-proclaimed child hater

and art despiser, Arthur C. Habernackle.

Angry child hater
and art despiser?

It's probably that guy.

And the owner of the golf course,
Hadlee P. Jones,

who's been trying to buy the land
from under the art school for years.

So, it's probably,
definitely him.

Let's see if we can
find any clues

about these
crazy Swamp Monster sightings.

Good luck in
the tournament, Mr. Paul.

Thanks, Fred,
but don't need luck.

Got my swag on.
And I got Shaggy.

Here you go, C.P.

No, this one.

No, this is good.

No. Here, try this one.
Wait, this one's good.

Kidding.

This is it. Right. Check.

Wait!

Man!

Like, shake it off, C.P.,
it's still early.

You can still
win this thing, dude!

Man, I couldn't hit a ball
into the ocean.

- Any advice, main man?
- Golf is like a sandwich.

It's important to have
the right balance.

You know how the bread
sits exactly

on top of the corn beef
and sauerkraut,

but you need just
the right amount of mustard

on top and the bottom.
You know what I'm saying?

Right amount of mustard, yeah...

Shoot, Shaggy,
that was some sick advice.

Advice?
Like, what advice?

Like, I'm just hungry, dude.
I was making a sand-wish.

It's like when you're wishing
you had a sandwich, but you don't.

I called that a "sand-wish."

Pretty sand-wish.

It's been a solid day of golf here
at Lost Waters

because there is not
a Swamp Monster in sight.

I'm still hopeful this tournament
is actually going to finish

and the school
will get the charity money.

Swamp Monster!

Where'd they go?

Squirrels, hello?

We are continuing now.

I see guys. They have sticks.

They're hitting the ground.
No, they're hitting a little white ball.

Wait a minute!
The Swamp Monster is out of the water.

Wait now.
He's on the green in two steps.

He's chasing that golfer.

Mr. Paul is in the weeds.

And Shaggy is hiding.

Look out, Shaggy. Look out!

The Swamp Monster has turned.

This looks bad... For me.

Help!

Get him off me. Help!

Swamp Monster!

Get him off me!

Where did he go?

Gang, looks like we've got
a real mystery on our hands.

Not one clue.

It doesn't make sense
how the Swamp Monster comes

and goes without
leaving a trace.

It doesn't make sense how
they leave these hotdogs uneaten

at the end of the day.

It's like
a crime or something.

- Let's smash 'em.
- Pass me the dog, dog.

- Yeah!
- You got it.

Scooby, behind the back,
ankle breaker,

double crossover, wide step,

in and out, wrap around,
spin move, between the legs,

wide open, he takes the shot.
It's good.

Heads up!

It's a scuba divers regulator,
for breathing underwater.

I think I just got an idea.

Time to do a little cave diving.

This water trap is what
they call a blue hole.

And it's connected
to the underground aquifer system.

These caves go on for miles.

Look. What's that?

Scuba tanks?

And they're all full.

Why does a monster
need scuba tanks?

Probably because he isn't
a real monster, Scooby-Doo?

You said it, Mr. Paul.

There are no such things
as monsters.

Like, run.
Run for your lives!

I mean, like, swim. Swim.
Swim for your lives!

Guys!

Up there!

We're at the Art School.

And so is that monster.

There you are.

Like, hurry up, dude.
You're late.

Sit down, sit down.

All right, class.
Settle down.

This is an art school,
so I'm teaching art.

In painting, as in life,

the secret to doing anything
is believing that you can do it.

We never make mistakes.
We just make happy accidents.

What you'll got
going on back there?

Is that you?
That's cute.

Yikes! Run!

Fire drill!

Some people just don't understand
the value of staying in school.

Something dropped
out of his pocket.

- He's got pockets?
- It's a compass.

Not any old compass.
A prismatic compass.

- A kind used by geologists.
- And land surveyors.

Interesting.

Boys, girls, and famous
basketball legends,

this mystery is really starting
to come together.

Well, folks, we're down
to our last holes of golf,

and our last remaing golfers.

Seems that Swamp Monster
has been very busy.

So let's hope at least one
of our golfers

can survive till the end.

- Yikes!
- It's just me, Mr. Rogers. Dude!

I can't believe I'm standing
next to Shaggy Rogers!

Legend of Shaggy pants!

Like, whoa, man.
Like, whoa!

Like, okay, dude,
take it easy.

I'm just a regular dude.

I just came by
to warn you, dude.

This place is cursed, man.

That Swamp Monster is real,
and it's gonna get everybody.

Get out while you can,
Mr. Rogers.

Dude, it would be
a terrible shame

if the world lost
a caddy like you.

Yeah, shame.

I don't think I can
go through with this.

What? You have to.
Those kids are counting on us.

I, I... I can't.

Shaggy, remember,
I saved your life.

Okay, that's it.

I need to know how Mr. Paul
saved your life.

Fine, Velma, but I warn you,
I warn all of you.

Like, it's a pretty
challenging story to hear.

The day Chris Paul
saved my life

was possibly the scariest day
of my life.

And that is saying something.

I was in a tough fix.
I didn't know how I was gonna survive.

Things looked so bleak.

It was the end of the road,
and that's when...

Chris Paul saved my life...

by sharing his pizza with me.

Wait. What?

- That's it?
- Makes sense to me.

That saved your life?

Dude, I was so hungry.

- I hadn't eaten in like three or four...
- Weeks?

Hours! And, man,
that was one crazy great pizza.

- Boy!
- Shoot, yeah.

That pizza was bomb.

And sharing it
with my guy right here

meant I made a friend.
A friend for life.

You're right, C.P., I'm in.

Let's do this thing.

Okay, here's the plan, Scooby.

You stay with
Shaggy and Mr. Paul,

Velma, Daphne, and I
will get the trap ready.

Remember. It's vital
you make it to the 18th hole.

Hold on.
Sorry there, Fred.

What were y'all saying?

We were just doing
our fist bump thingy.

Okay, the trap's set.

- Nice shot, C.P.
- Yeah.

He's right there.

The ball's right here,
Scooby-Doo.

No! Monster!

Man, I don't know about you all,

but I think we better
pick up the pace.

Why is that hat
floating out there?

Where did
all the other golfers get to?

Hello? Golfers?

Golfers?

There's somebody.

- Or something.
- Swamp Monster.

Like, run!
Run for our lives.

I am not quitting.

I'm the last golfer standing
and I'm gonna finish this game.

So, like, golf.
Golf for our lives!

Hit it!

Hurry, Scoob,
he's gaining on us.

Speedy-Dooby-Doo!

It's coming right at us!

I got this.

Chris Paul has the ball
and he is driving for the hole.

Like an ankle breaker. Yeah.

Foul! That was totally a foul.

Scooby, Shaggy, pull the flag.

Run!

Now, let's see who
this Swamp Monster really is.

The caddy?

Searching local
university records,

I found our caddy here
had been attending night school

- as a land surveyor.
- He saved all his tips

and had accumulated
a large sum of money.

Working on the golf course
gave him extensive knowledge

of the underground
aquifer system.

You're darn right it did!

I knew if I could make
the school go under,

I'd pick up the land for cheap

and build a bunch of
really expensive condos on it.

I'd be rich.

But what about
the crazy monster strength?

- How did that work?
- It's all him.

The costume
made him look bigger,

and years of caddying
and swinging golf clubs

- made him freakishly strong.
- Total truth.

Like being in a golf job
gets you totally ripped, dude!

Where did you think
I got this hot bod?

And I would have
gotten away with it, too,

if it wasn't for meddling
basketball legend

and assist king
and bowling aficionado, Chris Paul,

and caddying legend,
Shaggy Rogers.

It seems that the local police
have rescued all the golfers

taken by the Swamp Monster.

Let's go live now to the moment
we've all been waiting for.

The final putt.

All right, C.P.

Sink that putt
and save this school.

I got this.

Man!

Man!

Man!

It's good!