What's New, Scooby-Doo? (2002–2006): Season 1, Episode 14 - Scooby-Doo Christmas - full transcript
The gang gets stranded in a town where a headless snowman is on the loose and Christmas isn't celebrated.
Come on, guys.
This is where I found him.
Hey, Tommy, I dare you
to go grab the carrot.
It's the Headless Snowman!
Boy, Daphne,
it sure was nice of your uncle...
...to let us use his condo
over Christmas.
If we can ever get there.
I can't see anything
through this snowstorm.
And the road sure is icy.
Shaggy, Scooby, you okay back there?
Like, we're just wrapping
a few presents.
Oh, no, the bridge is out.
Now we'll never get there.
Like, where are we supposed
to spend Christmas Eve?
Why don't we head back
to the last town...
...and see if there's a detour.
Jeepers! I wonder
what that was all about.
Why don't you ask him.
Shaggy, that's just a snowman.
Come on, gang. It's awful chilly.
Let's get inside for some
Christmas cookies and cocoa.
Wait for me!
Me too!
Coming through.
Oh, great. Just what we need,
out-of-towners.
Hey, what happened
to goodwill toward men?
And girls.
After all, it's Christmas.
Don't say that word around here.
Winter Hollow
doesn't celebrate Christmas.
You wouldn't celebrate it either...
...if it meant having to deal
with the Headless Snowman.
Headless?
For years now,
he's been terrorizing this town.
Shows up right before Christmas
and tears this place apart.
All right. Easy there, Jeb.
Don't you kids listen
to a word of this.
I'm Sheriff Perkins, and old Jeb here
is about as reliable...
...as the fox guarding the henhouse.
The Headless Snowman is real.
How else do you explain
all them chimneys coming down?
Those antique chimneys
are two days older than dirt.
Now, I don't wanna hear another word
about this Headless Snowman business.
Sheriff, we still need to get
to our condo in Mill's Corners tonight.
We were hoping
you could recommend a detour.
Mill's Corners? Oh, I don't think so.
With the bridge out, the only way
is to go back down 45...
...to where the old schoolhouse
used to be.
Then you pick up Route 82
for a couple hours.
Cut across the top of the state...
...till you get to the barn
where the cow's painted--
Maybe we should stay
in Winter Hollow for the night.
Oh, yeah. Creepy legend,
9-foot snow monster...
...a whole town that hates Christmas.
Like, break out the mistletoe, man,
it's winter wonderland.
Wow, I've never even heard
of Winter Hollow before...
...but it seems to be
quite the tourist spot.
These aren't tourists.
They're townsfolk.
Who are you?
I'm Asa Buckwald, and this is my inn.
Boy, your business sure is booming.
Well, it's all due
to that headless menace.
Each Christmas it destroys houses
around these parts...
...and, well, folks need
a place to stay.
People here in Winter Hollow haven't
celebrated Christmas in such a long time.
Fact is, some of the young ones
have never even seen a Christmas tree.
Do you have any rooms left for us?
Well, this here
is the only one I have left.
Leave it to me, gang.
A woman's touch.
I don't watch the remodeling channel
for nothing.
I think it's time
for my classic holiday sandwich:
A yam, marshmallow,
and sweet relish club.
Yummy!
I don't see any bread.
Well, this fruitcake will have to do.
Man, Scoob,
your stomach sure is noisy.
Like, either Santa
had a crash landing...
...or the Headless Snowman
has been here.
Wow, Sheriff, you sure got here fast.
Well, the flashing red-and-blue thing
on top of my car helps that along.
Can you tell us what happened?
Well, I was up anyway,
just hoping Santa might come.
But then the fire went out
and I got really, really cold.
And then it was there,
the Headless Snowman.
How is Santa going to come
if we don't have a chimney?
Well, maybe we can
put it back together.
Man, these bricks sure are heavy.
I hate that stupid snowman.
All because of him,
we don't get Christmas.
Hey, don't give up, Tommy.
After all, we've still got
a few more hours to save Christmas.
Come on, guys, it's time
to catch that snowman.
The tracks end right here
at this snowdrift.
Run!
Quick! In here!
Sorry, man. Like, occupied!
Santa!
I called the professor
and he's on his way.
Like, who is this guy again?
Professor Higginson? Why, he wrote
the book on Winter Hollow's ghost.
Works up at that college
in Mill's Corners.
Well, Asa, it looks like
you got your way after all.
Check us in.
Can't stay in a freezing cold house.
Now, don't be that way, Mortimer.
You know at Christmastime it's safer
for everyone to move here for a while.
Can we celebrate
you-know-what here?
We'll sure try, son. Asa, the key?
Seems like half the town's moved in
since that headless horror showed up.
Asa's business is booming.
I wonder....
Asa, where is it?
Where's the Headless Snowman?
Take me there immediately.
Professor Higginson,
these are the kids I told you about.
Thanks for coming quickly, professor.
Well, it's not that far
to Mill's Corners University.
Besides, I'd travel hundreds of miles...
...to see the actual ghost
of Blackjack Brody.
-Like, who?
-Blackjack Brody.
Legend has it,
he's the Headless Snowman.
That's right. But the legend
of the Headless Snowman...
...really starts Christmas Eve, 1823...
...when this man, Shamus Fagan,
rode into Winter Hollow.
He had just immigrated from
the old country with a fortune in gold.
Sadly, Shamus Fagan wasn't
the only one on that desolate road...
...for Blackjack Brody,
the infamous highwayman...
...was laying in wait
to rob any helpless wayward traveler.
Did he get away with it?
He got away with the gold,
he didn't exactly get away.
The villagers formed a posse.
For days they searched
every nook and cranny of Winter Hollow.
Did they ever catch him?
No, it was the blizzard
that caught Blackjack Brody.
When they dug him out
of that snowman...
...he was completely cavered
in chimney soot.
-What happened to the gold?
-Never found.
Legend has it
that Blackjack Brody yearns for it still.
His ghost forever trapped
in that frozen tomb of a snowman.
It's more than a legend.
That frosty freak just demolished
most of little Tommy's house.
Of course! One of the original
Winter Hollow homes!
That's the oldest house in town.
Except maybe Jeb's.
Well, I must check out
Tommy's house right away.
It must be Christmas.
I thought for sure
we'd have to go with him.
Yeah.
Don't worry, Shaggy.
We're not spending Christmas Eve
in a spooky old house...
...where a ghost just appeared.
We're spending Christmas Eve
in a spooky old house...
...where a ghost is going to appear.
Old Jeb's house. How's that sound?
Like, ho, ho, horrible!
Hello? Jeb?
Looks like nobody's home.
He couldn't have gone far.
His fire's still burning.
Let's write him that note, Freddy.
What note is that, Velma?
That he's in danger.
How we discovered
that the Headless Snowman...
...is targeting the oldest houses
in town. And--
Hey, who turned out the lights?
So cold.
Hey, Scoob, looks like we lost him.
Shaggy!
Cold!
Yeah. And I don't even like
taking a bath when the water's hot.
Shaggy!
Scooby!
Fred, watch out for those icebergs.
It's Shaggy and Scooby.
-What happened?
-You were a human Popsicle.
We need to get you two back to the inn
for a nice, cozy hot cocoa.
What about the Headless Snowman?
Let him get his own cocoa.
Sheriff Perkins.
What are you doing way out here?
I heard there was commotion
with that Snowman.
I found suspicious footprints leading
from Jeb's place and followed them.
If I see that monster,
you'll be the first to know.
That's okay. You can put us
farther down on the list.
After, say, the highway patrol...
...and the U.S. Marines.
You know, this isn't the first time
the sheriff's shown up...
...right after the snowman's
made an appearance.
But how about Asa? The more chimneys
that fall, the better his inn seems to do.
And that Jeb guy sure wants
all visitors out of his town.
Look, here's the professor's book.
"Local Legends of New England
by William Fagan Higginson, Ph.D."
Fagan.
That name seems to be popular
around these parts.
Find the chapter
about the Headless Snowman.
Let's see. It says that,
"Blackjack Brody was laid to rest...
...in the Winter Hollow cemetery."
Let's split up. Velma and Daphne,
you come along with me.
Shaggy and Scooby, you two
have been through enough tonight.
You should just stay here
and keep warm.
Like, Fred, that's the best
split-up suggestion you've ever had.
Now, this is more like it.
Hey, the fire's gone out.
Well, we don't have to worry
about the Headless Snowman...
...unless the room
gets very cold. Zoinks!
Okay. Everything's in place.
This year, summer comes early
to Winter Hollow.
Now, all we need
is Shaggy and Scooby to lure him here.
Now, that's what I call teamwork.
Come on, girls, it's showtime!
Now!
I'm melting!
I'm melting!
Oh, what a world!
And the Headless Snowman
is really....
-Nobody?
-Wait.
Professor Higginson?
Professor, the time has come
for your lecture.
So when I did research
on the town law...
...I learned that the highwayman
Blackjack Brody robbed a man in 1823...
...and concealed the gold
before they found him.
Blackjack Brody hid the stolen gold
in a chimney.
That's why he was covered in soot.
Well, that gold is rightfully mine.
Why? Are you a descendant
of Blackjack Brody?
No. He's William Fagan Higginson.
A descendant of the man
Blackjack robbed, Shamus Fagan.
It's true.
Brody robbed my great-grandfather...
...and Christmas was ruined
for my family ever since.
The professor used
the Headless Snowman...
...to cover his search
of people's chimneys.
Because his disguise
was made of snow...
...he had to refrigerate
every home he broke into.
It was all for nothing.
I wanted my great-grandfather's gold,
but all I found were bricks.
Wait a second. Gold. Bricks.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Let's go.
With a little elbow grease....
Like, wow! Real gold!
They're all gold!
Well, bust my buttons.
So Blackjack Brody hid
the gold bullion bricks in the chimney.
So the gold slips through
my fingers once again.
And I suppose I'll have to go to jail
for all the trouble I caused.
Just another reason
for me to hate Christmas.
I think it's sad what happened
to the professor's family.
Since it's Christmas,
can't we just forgive him?
Like anyone in Winter Hollow
is going to forgive me.
Well, I forgive you.
After all I've done,
you're giving me a present?
Like, isn't that
what Christmas is all about?
I think we all lost sight of that.
Well, professor,
this was your family's gold.
Yeah. I reckon
it's rightfully yours now.
What? Mine? Well, maybe it is.
But now it's my turn to give.
This gold belongs to the whole town!
You don't have to do that.
But I want to.
I'm so sorry I ruined your homes
and your holiday.
There's enough here for everybody.
Now, that's what I call
the spirit of Christmas.
Here's to Professor Higginson,
the richest man in town.
Look!
Hey! It's a merry Christmas after all!
Merry Christmas, Tommy.
Merry Christmas, everybody!
Like, there's only one thing missing.
Well, will you look at that.
I was gonna say presents,
but that's pretty good too.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo-be-Dooby-Doo
This is where I found him.
Hey, Tommy, I dare you
to go grab the carrot.
It's the Headless Snowman!
Boy, Daphne,
it sure was nice of your uncle...
...to let us use his condo
over Christmas.
If we can ever get there.
I can't see anything
through this snowstorm.
And the road sure is icy.
Shaggy, Scooby, you okay back there?
Like, we're just wrapping
a few presents.
Oh, no, the bridge is out.
Now we'll never get there.
Like, where are we supposed
to spend Christmas Eve?
Why don't we head back
to the last town...
...and see if there's a detour.
Jeepers! I wonder
what that was all about.
Why don't you ask him.
Shaggy, that's just a snowman.
Come on, gang. It's awful chilly.
Let's get inside for some
Christmas cookies and cocoa.
Wait for me!
Me too!
Coming through.
Oh, great. Just what we need,
out-of-towners.
Hey, what happened
to goodwill toward men?
And girls.
After all, it's Christmas.
Don't say that word around here.
Winter Hollow
doesn't celebrate Christmas.
You wouldn't celebrate it either...
...if it meant having to deal
with the Headless Snowman.
Headless?
For years now,
he's been terrorizing this town.
Shows up right before Christmas
and tears this place apart.
All right. Easy there, Jeb.
Don't you kids listen
to a word of this.
I'm Sheriff Perkins, and old Jeb here
is about as reliable...
...as the fox guarding the henhouse.
The Headless Snowman is real.
How else do you explain
all them chimneys coming down?
Those antique chimneys
are two days older than dirt.
Now, I don't wanna hear another word
about this Headless Snowman business.
Sheriff, we still need to get
to our condo in Mill's Corners tonight.
We were hoping
you could recommend a detour.
Mill's Corners? Oh, I don't think so.
With the bridge out, the only way
is to go back down 45...
...to where the old schoolhouse
used to be.
Then you pick up Route 82
for a couple hours.
Cut across the top of the state...
...till you get to the barn
where the cow's painted--
Maybe we should stay
in Winter Hollow for the night.
Oh, yeah. Creepy legend,
9-foot snow monster...
...a whole town that hates Christmas.
Like, break out the mistletoe, man,
it's winter wonderland.
Wow, I've never even heard
of Winter Hollow before...
...but it seems to be
quite the tourist spot.
These aren't tourists.
They're townsfolk.
Who are you?
I'm Asa Buckwald, and this is my inn.
Boy, your business sure is booming.
Well, it's all due
to that headless menace.
Each Christmas it destroys houses
around these parts...
...and, well, folks need
a place to stay.
People here in Winter Hollow haven't
celebrated Christmas in such a long time.
Fact is, some of the young ones
have never even seen a Christmas tree.
Do you have any rooms left for us?
Well, this here
is the only one I have left.
Leave it to me, gang.
A woman's touch.
I don't watch the remodeling channel
for nothing.
I think it's time
for my classic holiday sandwich:
A yam, marshmallow,
and sweet relish club.
Yummy!
I don't see any bread.
Well, this fruitcake will have to do.
Man, Scoob,
your stomach sure is noisy.
Like, either Santa
had a crash landing...
...or the Headless Snowman
has been here.
Wow, Sheriff, you sure got here fast.
Well, the flashing red-and-blue thing
on top of my car helps that along.
Can you tell us what happened?
Well, I was up anyway,
just hoping Santa might come.
But then the fire went out
and I got really, really cold.
And then it was there,
the Headless Snowman.
How is Santa going to come
if we don't have a chimney?
Well, maybe we can
put it back together.
Man, these bricks sure are heavy.
I hate that stupid snowman.
All because of him,
we don't get Christmas.
Hey, don't give up, Tommy.
After all, we've still got
a few more hours to save Christmas.
Come on, guys, it's time
to catch that snowman.
The tracks end right here
at this snowdrift.
Run!
Quick! In here!
Sorry, man. Like, occupied!
Santa!
I called the professor
and he's on his way.
Like, who is this guy again?
Professor Higginson? Why, he wrote
the book on Winter Hollow's ghost.
Works up at that college
in Mill's Corners.
Well, Asa, it looks like
you got your way after all.
Check us in.
Can't stay in a freezing cold house.
Now, don't be that way, Mortimer.
You know at Christmastime it's safer
for everyone to move here for a while.
Can we celebrate
you-know-what here?
We'll sure try, son. Asa, the key?
Seems like half the town's moved in
since that headless horror showed up.
Asa's business is booming.
I wonder....
Asa, where is it?
Where's the Headless Snowman?
Take me there immediately.
Professor Higginson,
these are the kids I told you about.
Thanks for coming quickly, professor.
Well, it's not that far
to Mill's Corners University.
Besides, I'd travel hundreds of miles...
...to see the actual ghost
of Blackjack Brody.
-Like, who?
-Blackjack Brody.
Legend has it,
he's the Headless Snowman.
That's right. But the legend
of the Headless Snowman...
...really starts Christmas Eve, 1823...
...when this man, Shamus Fagan,
rode into Winter Hollow.
He had just immigrated from
the old country with a fortune in gold.
Sadly, Shamus Fagan wasn't
the only one on that desolate road...
...for Blackjack Brody,
the infamous highwayman...
...was laying in wait
to rob any helpless wayward traveler.
Did he get away with it?
He got away with the gold,
he didn't exactly get away.
The villagers formed a posse.
For days they searched
every nook and cranny of Winter Hollow.
Did they ever catch him?
No, it was the blizzard
that caught Blackjack Brody.
When they dug him out
of that snowman...
...he was completely cavered
in chimney soot.
-What happened to the gold?
-Never found.
Legend has it
that Blackjack Brody yearns for it still.
His ghost forever trapped
in that frozen tomb of a snowman.
It's more than a legend.
That frosty freak just demolished
most of little Tommy's house.
Of course! One of the original
Winter Hollow homes!
That's the oldest house in town.
Except maybe Jeb's.
Well, I must check out
Tommy's house right away.
It must be Christmas.
I thought for sure
we'd have to go with him.
Yeah.
Don't worry, Shaggy.
We're not spending Christmas Eve
in a spooky old house...
...where a ghost just appeared.
We're spending Christmas Eve
in a spooky old house...
...where a ghost is going to appear.
Old Jeb's house. How's that sound?
Like, ho, ho, horrible!
Hello? Jeb?
Looks like nobody's home.
He couldn't have gone far.
His fire's still burning.
Let's write him that note, Freddy.
What note is that, Velma?
That he's in danger.
How we discovered
that the Headless Snowman...
...is targeting the oldest houses
in town. And--
Hey, who turned out the lights?
So cold.
Hey, Scoob, looks like we lost him.
Shaggy!
Cold!
Yeah. And I don't even like
taking a bath when the water's hot.
Shaggy!
Scooby!
Fred, watch out for those icebergs.
It's Shaggy and Scooby.
-What happened?
-You were a human Popsicle.
We need to get you two back to the inn
for a nice, cozy hot cocoa.
What about the Headless Snowman?
Let him get his own cocoa.
Sheriff Perkins.
What are you doing way out here?
I heard there was commotion
with that Snowman.
I found suspicious footprints leading
from Jeb's place and followed them.
If I see that monster,
you'll be the first to know.
That's okay. You can put us
farther down on the list.
After, say, the highway patrol...
...and the U.S. Marines.
You know, this isn't the first time
the sheriff's shown up...
...right after the snowman's
made an appearance.
But how about Asa? The more chimneys
that fall, the better his inn seems to do.
And that Jeb guy sure wants
all visitors out of his town.
Look, here's the professor's book.
"Local Legends of New England
by William Fagan Higginson, Ph.D."
Fagan.
That name seems to be popular
around these parts.
Find the chapter
about the Headless Snowman.
Let's see. It says that,
"Blackjack Brody was laid to rest...
...in the Winter Hollow cemetery."
Let's split up. Velma and Daphne,
you come along with me.
Shaggy and Scooby, you two
have been through enough tonight.
You should just stay here
and keep warm.
Like, Fred, that's the best
split-up suggestion you've ever had.
Now, this is more like it.
Hey, the fire's gone out.
Well, we don't have to worry
about the Headless Snowman...
...unless the room
gets very cold. Zoinks!
Okay. Everything's in place.
This year, summer comes early
to Winter Hollow.
Now, all we need
is Shaggy and Scooby to lure him here.
Now, that's what I call teamwork.
Come on, girls, it's showtime!
Now!
I'm melting!
I'm melting!
Oh, what a world!
And the Headless Snowman
is really....
-Nobody?
-Wait.
Professor Higginson?
Professor, the time has come
for your lecture.
So when I did research
on the town law...
...I learned that the highwayman
Blackjack Brody robbed a man in 1823...
...and concealed the gold
before they found him.
Blackjack Brody hid the stolen gold
in a chimney.
That's why he was covered in soot.
Well, that gold is rightfully mine.
Why? Are you a descendant
of Blackjack Brody?
No. He's William Fagan Higginson.
A descendant of the man
Blackjack robbed, Shamus Fagan.
It's true.
Brody robbed my great-grandfather...
...and Christmas was ruined
for my family ever since.
The professor used
the Headless Snowman...
...to cover his search
of people's chimneys.
Because his disguise
was made of snow...
...he had to refrigerate
every home he broke into.
It was all for nothing.
I wanted my great-grandfather's gold,
but all I found were bricks.
Wait a second. Gold. Bricks.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Let's go.
With a little elbow grease....
Like, wow! Real gold!
They're all gold!
Well, bust my buttons.
So Blackjack Brody hid
the gold bullion bricks in the chimney.
So the gold slips through
my fingers once again.
And I suppose I'll have to go to jail
for all the trouble I caused.
Just another reason
for me to hate Christmas.
I think it's sad what happened
to the professor's family.
Since it's Christmas,
can't we just forgive him?
Like anyone in Winter Hollow
is going to forgive me.
Well, I forgive you.
After all I've done,
you're giving me a present?
Like, isn't that
what Christmas is all about?
I think we all lost sight of that.
Well, professor,
this was your family's gold.
Yeah. I reckon
it's rightfully yours now.
What? Mine? Well, maybe it is.
But now it's my turn to give.
This gold belongs to the whole town!
You don't have to do that.
But I want to.
I'm so sorry I ruined your homes
and your holiday.
There's enough here for everybody.
Now, that's what I call
the spirit of Christmas.
Here's to Professor Higginson,
the richest man in town.
Look!
Hey! It's a merry Christmas after all!
Merry Christmas, Tommy.
Merry Christmas, everybody!
Like, there's only one thing missing.
Well, will you look at that.
I was gonna say presents,
but that's pretty good too.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo-be-Dooby-Doo