What's New, Scooby-Doo? (2002–2006): Season 2, Episode 11 - Large Dragon at Large - full transcript
The gang encounters a fire-breathing dragon at a Renaissance Fair.
Wandering the highlands
Cruising to the fair
We're off to Glasburgh Castle
They say there's treasure there
Oh, Glasburgh's near and yet so far
My feet hurt
I wish we'd taken the car
Looketh yon, good minstrel.
The castle. The fair awaits.
The fog be thick like our heads.
Mayhaps we should chilleth
for the nighteth.
Watch that fire, good minstrel.
This be not our crib.
Worry not your bad self, good minstrel.
This toasty blaze is
totally under...control.
There it is. Glasburgh Castle.
Like, I can't believe we came all the way
to Scotland for a renaissance fair.
It gave me an excuse
to wear my new peasant blouse.
The Glasburgh Fair
is the world's only renaissance fair...
...held at a real medieval castle.
It's totally authentic.
-Hey, Scoob! Authentic medieval churros!
-Yeah!
Being a real medieval knight
must have been awesome.
-Jousting and rassling....
-And slaying dragons.
"Beware the Glasburgh dragon."
Like, okay, Fred. Got the warning.
Scoob and I'll be over
at ye olde food court.
They say there is a treasure
Within the castle wall
But no one's ever found it
And lived to sound the call
For those who seek their fortune
Have only met the flame
Of a 1000-year-old dragon
Old Glassie is her name
Gosh, I wonder if that's a true story.
It's just a folk tale.
Dragons never really existed.
Zoinks! Then, like, what's that?
Like I said, just a legend.
Legend, eh? Did a legend
singe my eyebrows clean off?
Why, just last night, that dragon
burned up a local cottage, he did.
See for yourself.
-That foul beast is trying to ruin my fair.
-Your fair?
Aye. The name's McEwan.
Ewan McEwan.
And I own this castle, I do.
Looks like you've got a real mystery
on your hands, sir.
If you need any help--
I do not need help
from you rowdy hooligans.
Unless you've got five smackers
for a picture...
...with the fearsome Glasburgh dragon.
-No, thanks.
-Hey, not so fast.
You gotta wear a costume
at my fair, lady.
Well, I do have a costume, sir,
but it's not exactly me.
-You see, the costume shop was out of--
-I don't care.
And I'll be right back.
Nobody says a word,
and nobody gets hurt. Got it?
You gotta use your legs, friend.
Who knew they had such good gourmet
food back in medieval times, Scoob?
I can bench 220.
Like, we saw the real scary dragon.
Scary, but definitely not a real dragon.
Like, where'd it go?
Guys, come back.
It's not the dragon. It's just....
Jamison Steven Ripley? Who's he?
He was only the star
of The Round Table Gang.
That teen King Arthur show?
Wasn't that canceled, like, ages ago?
Excuse me, Mister Ripley?
Would you sign
my Lancelot action figure?
Five clams for an autograph.
Nay, fair damsel. Put away thy lucre.
Lancelot giveth freely
to one who keepeth mine effigy.
-Lancelot?
-It was his character on the show.
Wow. Thanks. I'm a really big fan.
Okay, okay. Move along.
You're holding up the line.
Oh, boy. Like, I can't get
that spooky dragon out of my head.
Frozen bananas?
Hey, Scoob, what do you say we show
this guy our ultimate jester magic act?
Yeah! Yeah!
Watch in amazement as we make
these frozen treats disappear.
Let the public humiliation commence!
Like, this is punishment?
Hey, come back!
We deserve to be punished.
But not that much!
Looks like this is the end, Scoob.
There's only one thing we can do.
Good thinking, guys.
What a waste of perfectly good kebabs.
We've gotta distract that thing!
Too bad we don't have
a damsel in distress.
Dragons always
go for a damsel in distress.
I had to open my big mouth.
Run!
Hey! What are you doing back here?
Like, getting away. Dragon.
I'll say you're dragging.
The show's about to begin.
All cast members are needed
at the Feast of Fools.
Feast? Like, why didn't you say so?
You don't understand. There's a horrible
monster out there. The fair's in danger.
Nice try, Galahad. Let's go.
One for you. Two for us.
-Find any clues?
-Not yet.
But I've got a feeling there's more
to this dragon than meets the eye.
Here ye, here ye.
All hail the king of the fair,
Jamison Steven Ripley.
I mean, all hail Lancelot, king of the fair.
Would you like me to cut the cheese?
I was supposed to play
the king this year.
Then that TV faker shows up
and steals my part.
Look at him.
He's so authentic. Whatever.
-Well, better luck next year.
-Aye. If there is a next year.
The fair damsel a mere servant?
I think not.
Serving wench! Take this hence.
Serving wench?
Now, what dost milady
require for thine feast?
-You really get into your character.
-Character?
Foul beast. I'll shoot you yet.
Shoot it?
Aren't dragons, like, endangered?
I wanna get a picture of her
for next year's fair brochure.
Attendance has doubled
since that thing showed up.
Something about this dragon business
sure smells funny.
Yeah. It smells like--
Help! Help me!
-Are you okay, fella?
-I think I wrenched my shoulder.
I was supposed to joust against
Jamison Steven Ripley tomorrow night.
-Now I'll have to forfeit.
-Forfeit?
Nay, good squire.
-Forsooth, here's a worthy knight.
-Cool.
Are you really up for this, Fred?
Sure. I took a jousting class
last summer at the Y.
Besides, you don't use real lances.
They're made out of papier-maché.
Thanks.
That's Ruthy Girl, Ripley's horse
from The Round Table Gang.
Big deal. They filmed that stupid show
down the road at Glasburgh Studios.
Shaggy, you've still got
Fred's jousting rod.
It looks like he found another one.
They're using real lances!
Like, can we discuss this?
I guess that's a no!
Hey, Scoob,
I didn't know you were in there.
Scooby and Shaggy saved you guys.
Those weapons are real.
Dost thou imply that villainy is afoot?
I dost.
I hate this dress.
I can't imagine this getting any worse.
Okay, it got worse.
Don't worry, Velmal
We'll get you out of there!
There's only one thing to do, gang.
Build a catapult.
Quick. I'll cut some trees, and you guys
find some giant rubber bands.
Freddy.
Note to self:
organize a damsel-in-distress union.
These working conditions stink!
This smells familiar. "GS"?
-Ready, guys?
-No way.
I'll try to aim a little higher
with you, Daphne.
Perhaps this would be a little less messy.
Well, sure, we could go in
the easy way.
Check out that old tapestry.
Over there.
Wrong door. My bad.
I didn't know they had gym equipment
in medieval times.
Hey, look! It's Velma's hat.
And a totally cute lizard-skin purse.
Or not!
Like, you got any butter, Scoob?
Too bad. Because it looks like
we're toast.
Careful, milady!
He's not going to hurt me.
Are you, Puff?
Not as long as I stand
in front of this tapestry.
Someone who wanted the treasure
of Glasburgh Castle would never burn...
...the treasure map.
What would a dragon want
with treasure?
The dragon doesn't want the treasure.
The good sir Lancelot does.
No. Make haste!
You'll be roasted alive if....
You've been using
this high-tech robotic dragon...
...to scare people away from the castle
so you could find the treasure.
I did it, okay? I did it!
Just get me out of here!
Like, what's with the light show?
His motion-control suit of armor
is short-circuiting.
That's how he controlled the dragon.
It was all leftover stuff
from his TV show.
When the dragon
burned the tent at the feast...
...I thought I smelled something funny.
It was kerosene.
That's because the dragon's fire
came from flamethrower tanks.
Tanks marked "GS,"
for Glasburgh Studios.
But, like, why? He's a big TV star.
Well, after my show was canceled...
...the only work I could get
was these stupid Renaissance fairs.
I deserve that treasure.
I mean, please, I'm Lancelot.
I would have gotten it too,
if not for you meddling medieval kids.
The map! You fool!
Who's the fool, Ripley?
That map was a crock of hooey.
I made up the legend of
the Glasburgh dragon to attract tourists.
I even shaved off me own eyebrows,
and claimed the dragon torched them.
All hail the new king of the fair...
...Shane Flinty!
Like, imagine the veggie kebab we could
make with that skewer, eh, Scoob?
Hey! Scooby and Shaggy pulled
the sword from the stone.
Well, sure. There's two of them.
Scofflaws! That sword is the property
of the new king.
And so the tale has come to a close
The dragon's a phony with gas in its nose
The mystery was solved
By a Renaissance crew
And so goes the legend of
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Cruising to the fair
We're off to Glasburgh Castle
They say there's treasure there
Oh, Glasburgh's near and yet so far
My feet hurt
I wish we'd taken the car
Looketh yon, good minstrel.
The castle. The fair awaits.
The fog be thick like our heads.
Mayhaps we should chilleth
for the nighteth.
Watch that fire, good minstrel.
This be not our crib.
Worry not your bad self, good minstrel.
This toasty blaze is
totally under...control.
There it is. Glasburgh Castle.
Like, I can't believe we came all the way
to Scotland for a renaissance fair.
It gave me an excuse
to wear my new peasant blouse.
The Glasburgh Fair
is the world's only renaissance fair...
...held at a real medieval castle.
It's totally authentic.
-Hey, Scoob! Authentic medieval churros!
-Yeah!
Being a real medieval knight
must have been awesome.
-Jousting and rassling....
-And slaying dragons.
"Beware the Glasburgh dragon."
Like, okay, Fred. Got the warning.
Scoob and I'll be over
at ye olde food court.
They say there is a treasure
Within the castle wall
But no one's ever found it
And lived to sound the call
For those who seek their fortune
Have only met the flame
Of a 1000-year-old dragon
Old Glassie is her name
Gosh, I wonder if that's a true story.
It's just a folk tale.
Dragons never really existed.
Zoinks! Then, like, what's that?
Like I said, just a legend.
Legend, eh? Did a legend
singe my eyebrows clean off?
Why, just last night, that dragon
burned up a local cottage, he did.
See for yourself.
-That foul beast is trying to ruin my fair.
-Your fair?
Aye. The name's McEwan.
Ewan McEwan.
And I own this castle, I do.
Looks like you've got a real mystery
on your hands, sir.
If you need any help--
I do not need help
from you rowdy hooligans.
Unless you've got five smackers
for a picture...
...with the fearsome Glasburgh dragon.
-No, thanks.
-Hey, not so fast.
You gotta wear a costume
at my fair, lady.
Well, I do have a costume, sir,
but it's not exactly me.
-You see, the costume shop was out of--
-I don't care.
And I'll be right back.
Nobody says a word,
and nobody gets hurt. Got it?
You gotta use your legs, friend.
Who knew they had such good gourmet
food back in medieval times, Scoob?
I can bench 220.
Like, we saw the real scary dragon.
Scary, but definitely not a real dragon.
Like, where'd it go?
Guys, come back.
It's not the dragon. It's just....
Jamison Steven Ripley? Who's he?
He was only the star
of The Round Table Gang.
That teen King Arthur show?
Wasn't that canceled, like, ages ago?
Excuse me, Mister Ripley?
Would you sign
my Lancelot action figure?
Five clams for an autograph.
Nay, fair damsel. Put away thy lucre.
Lancelot giveth freely
to one who keepeth mine effigy.
-Lancelot?
-It was his character on the show.
Wow. Thanks. I'm a really big fan.
Okay, okay. Move along.
You're holding up the line.
Oh, boy. Like, I can't get
that spooky dragon out of my head.
Frozen bananas?
Hey, Scoob, what do you say we show
this guy our ultimate jester magic act?
Yeah! Yeah!
Watch in amazement as we make
these frozen treats disappear.
Let the public humiliation commence!
Like, this is punishment?
Hey, come back!
We deserve to be punished.
But not that much!
Looks like this is the end, Scoob.
There's only one thing we can do.
Good thinking, guys.
What a waste of perfectly good kebabs.
We've gotta distract that thing!
Too bad we don't have
a damsel in distress.
Dragons always
go for a damsel in distress.
I had to open my big mouth.
Run!
Hey! What are you doing back here?
Like, getting away. Dragon.
I'll say you're dragging.
The show's about to begin.
All cast members are needed
at the Feast of Fools.
Feast? Like, why didn't you say so?
You don't understand. There's a horrible
monster out there. The fair's in danger.
Nice try, Galahad. Let's go.
One for you. Two for us.
-Find any clues?
-Not yet.
But I've got a feeling there's more
to this dragon than meets the eye.
Here ye, here ye.
All hail the king of the fair,
Jamison Steven Ripley.
I mean, all hail Lancelot, king of the fair.
Would you like me to cut the cheese?
I was supposed to play
the king this year.
Then that TV faker shows up
and steals my part.
Look at him.
He's so authentic. Whatever.
-Well, better luck next year.
-Aye. If there is a next year.
The fair damsel a mere servant?
I think not.
Serving wench! Take this hence.
Serving wench?
Now, what dost milady
require for thine feast?
-You really get into your character.
-Character?
Foul beast. I'll shoot you yet.
Shoot it?
Aren't dragons, like, endangered?
I wanna get a picture of her
for next year's fair brochure.
Attendance has doubled
since that thing showed up.
Something about this dragon business
sure smells funny.
Yeah. It smells like--
Help! Help me!
-Are you okay, fella?
-I think I wrenched my shoulder.
I was supposed to joust against
Jamison Steven Ripley tomorrow night.
-Now I'll have to forfeit.
-Forfeit?
Nay, good squire.
-Forsooth, here's a worthy knight.
-Cool.
Are you really up for this, Fred?
Sure. I took a jousting class
last summer at the Y.
Besides, you don't use real lances.
They're made out of papier-maché.
Thanks.
That's Ruthy Girl, Ripley's horse
from The Round Table Gang.
Big deal. They filmed that stupid show
down the road at Glasburgh Studios.
Shaggy, you've still got
Fred's jousting rod.
It looks like he found another one.
They're using real lances!
Like, can we discuss this?
I guess that's a no!
Hey, Scoob,
I didn't know you were in there.
Scooby and Shaggy saved you guys.
Those weapons are real.
Dost thou imply that villainy is afoot?
I dost.
I hate this dress.
I can't imagine this getting any worse.
Okay, it got worse.
Don't worry, Velmal
We'll get you out of there!
There's only one thing to do, gang.
Build a catapult.
Quick. I'll cut some trees, and you guys
find some giant rubber bands.
Freddy.
Note to self:
organize a damsel-in-distress union.
These working conditions stink!
This smells familiar. "GS"?
-Ready, guys?
-No way.
I'll try to aim a little higher
with you, Daphne.
Perhaps this would be a little less messy.
Well, sure, we could go in
the easy way.
Check out that old tapestry.
Over there.
Wrong door. My bad.
I didn't know they had gym equipment
in medieval times.
Hey, look! It's Velma's hat.
And a totally cute lizard-skin purse.
Or not!
Like, you got any butter, Scoob?
Too bad. Because it looks like
we're toast.
Careful, milady!
He's not going to hurt me.
Are you, Puff?
Not as long as I stand
in front of this tapestry.
Someone who wanted the treasure
of Glasburgh Castle would never burn...
...the treasure map.
What would a dragon want
with treasure?
The dragon doesn't want the treasure.
The good sir Lancelot does.
No. Make haste!
You'll be roasted alive if....
You've been using
this high-tech robotic dragon...
...to scare people away from the castle
so you could find the treasure.
I did it, okay? I did it!
Just get me out of here!
Like, what's with the light show?
His motion-control suit of armor
is short-circuiting.
That's how he controlled the dragon.
It was all leftover stuff
from his TV show.
When the dragon
burned the tent at the feast...
...I thought I smelled something funny.
It was kerosene.
That's because the dragon's fire
came from flamethrower tanks.
Tanks marked "GS,"
for Glasburgh Studios.
But, like, why? He's a big TV star.
Well, after my show was canceled...
...the only work I could get
was these stupid Renaissance fairs.
I deserve that treasure.
I mean, please, I'm Lancelot.
I would have gotten it too,
if not for you meddling medieval kids.
The map! You fool!
Who's the fool, Ripley?
That map was a crock of hooey.
I made up the legend of
the Glasburgh dragon to attract tourists.
I even shaved off me own eyebrows,
and claimed the dragon torched them.
All hail the new king of the fair...
...Shane Flinty!
Like, imagine the veggie kebab we could
make with that skewer, eh, Scoob?
Hey! Scooby and Shaggy pulled
the sword from the stone.
Well, sure. There's two of them.
Scofflaws! That sword is the property
of the new king.
And so the tale has come to a close
The dragon's a phony with gas in its nose
The mystery was solved
By a Renaissance crew
And so goes the legend of
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!