What's New, Scooby-Doo? (2002–2006): Season 3, Episode 12 - Reef Grief! - full transcript

An Australian sand castle competition and Smash Mouth concert are jeopardized by the appearance of a Coral Creature.

Traveling to Australia makes
Hong Kong seem right next door.

And it was worth the trip
to see the Great Barrier Reef.

We wouldn't be here if Shaggy
and Scooby weren't top-seeded...

...in the sandcastle contest.

-I owe it all to my trusty teammate.
-Me too.

You guys are amazing.

It's a sand tree-house.

The tricky part's the tree.

This is one time our vacation
is going to be pure vacation.

These will do for a start.

I'm reading about
the Great Barrier Reef.



Doesn't it boggle your mind that there
are prehistoric creatures down there?

Anything before the creation
of TV dinners boggles my mind.

Nothing like one-man volleyball.

-I always win.
-Nice.

But you also always lose.

Like, some of these sand shacks
are pretty darn good.

I'll take that as a grand accolade.

Frankie Martin here.
I call my creation "Italian Rena-sands."

Like, very cool.

I'm Shaggy and this is Scooby.

The Shaggy and Scooby?

Didn't you do the actual working
sand roller-coaster?

Well, it only had one loop.

You blokes are good.



But I have to warn you right now...

...nothing's gonna stop me
from winning this competition.

Except maybe that.

Guess our beach party
comes with a soundtrack.

Hey, stop it, you blighters.

This is Sandcastle Beach.

I'm sorry, but we were told
it's Beach-A-Palooza Beach.

And my band needs to practice.

Jeepers, it's Smash Mouth,
and you're Steve Harwell.

-You're my favorite.
-Thanks.

Why can't we have music
and sand building?

Because the sounds
destroy our masterpieces.

And we were here first.

But we came as invited guests.

-Well, now you're invited to go.
-Hey, peace, mates.

We can all work together
here in harmony.

Welcome. A voice of reason.

You keep your decibels low,
we'll keep our walls thick.

Yeah, right. Yeah, okay.
Yeah, right.

Hey, you're Rama Yam,
in charge of the castle competition.

We've entered to build
King Arthur's castle...

...with a drive-through
seafood window.

We call it "Clamalot."

-When do we start?
-Right after our warm-up yoga exercises.

Please, join us.

Like, I always thought yoga
was named after a bear.

We must prepare our inner harmony
for agility and creativity.

-Excellent downward-dog position.
-Thanks.

That coral. It's coming alive!

Those three kids,
they just disappeared.

-Sucked under the sand.
-Where's that coral thing?

-It's gone.
-Maybe we should disappear.

Back to the U.S.A., where the only
danger on the beach is painful sunburn.

Not yet. You've got a contest to win,
and we've got a mystery to solve.

We should be safe in here for tonight.

Tomorrow we're working
on the drawbridge and a guard tower.

-Awesome detail.
-Thank you.

-Hey, we better see what's going on.
-Great idea, Freddy.

When you find out,
we'll be right here hiding.

First time we've ever
worn out a monster.

Rama Yam, are you all right?

Yeah. I ran out
when I heard the screaming.

Then I saw the coral creature.

And then three more
sand builders disappeared.

-Where?
-Right where you're standing.

What's this?

My medallion.

Reckon I lost it in the scuffle.

-What does it say?
-That's Sanskrit, mate.

Ancient Hindu writing.

-It means "universal harmony."
-Dude.

-What's all the ruckus, dude?
-Where'd you come from?

Oh, we've been here all day
riding in the gnarly waves.

We've been here all day too.

How come we haven't seen
anybody surfing?

That's because--
Shawn, that's my sore toe.

Then zip it, Shawna.

While you were surfing
did you notice anything weird?

-Sure did, dude.
-Disappearing teenagers?

Flat surf. That's when
we came in for some Z's.

Wow, dude. Catch that wave.

-Banzai!
-Banzai!

Hope it's safe enough for us
to rebuild our castle.

Yeah, me too.

Look at all the footprints
in the wet sand.

And paw prints.

And there's bird prints and crab prints
and monster prints and--

-Monster prints?
-Monster prints?

Double yikes!

The sandcastle's destroyed.

-Help. Help.
-Jinkies.

Don't worry, we'll help.

No, "kelp." We're stuck in seaweed.

It's pulling them into the water.

Not if I can help it.

Just when it thought it was safe
to go back on the beach.

That thing doesn't seem
to breathe well out of water.

Maybe it lost this.

Some kind of breathing tube.

Looks like there's something
more than coral behind all this.

Well, I'd sure like to know
what it did to those kids.

-Me too.
-Which kids?

The ones that look like big sand-drip
castles, except without the castle part.

-Where did you see them?
-Right over there.

This wet sand is just wet sand.

These rocks are really gross.

They're coated with algae.

That means they've been brought up
from under the sea.

I have a feeling there's a reason.

-And I have a feeling it's a scary reason.
-Yeah, me too.

I'm reading about coral.

It's a living skeletal thing
that can grow as big as an island.

But not one word about coral
that can walk.

Like, it looks like you and Scooby and I
are the only ones left in this contest.

Well, don't prepare any speeches,
mates.

Because after I finish the fountains
with the dancing waters...

...I'll have the winning entry.

At least today
you've been able to work in peace.

Who did that? Who's responsible?

-Or not.
-Crikey, what's bugging you now?

Come see for yourself.

You guys come too.
I need witnesses.

What happened here?

Those were the band's instruments.

Now how are we
supposed to perform?

And tomorrow's the concert.

Guess your little show
will have to wait.

There's only one person
that could've sunk this low.

And guess what? It's not me.

Though I do like the peace and quiet.

And the sculpture shows a certain
Miami Beach mixed-media style.

Keep trying to control the beach,
and you're asking for more trouble.

You can't scare me away.

So none of the band members
disappeared...

...but almost all
of the sand builders have.

I can't believe a band would go that far
just to play in the Beach-A-Palooza.

Over there! Come on!

Help me!

-He's gone.
-We need to find out...

...where these disappearing people
are disappearing to.

That means it's time for a plan.
Does anybody have one?

That's usually your department.

Just thought it would be polite to ask.
Now, here's my plan.

Why can't somebody else
put their life on the bait line?

As much as we'd love to,
the target seems to be sand sculptors.

And you two
are our only sand sculptors.

See these blips
on the navigational screen?

That's you and that's Scooby.

You'll be under constant surveillance.

We're behind you
no matter where you're taken.

Taken? What makes you think
that we're gonna go along with this?

Your backpacks each have
programmed compartments...

...containing time-released
Scooby Snacks.

Like, you drive a hard bargain, Freddy.

Like, I think there's only one thing
we wouldn't do for Scooby Snacks...

...and that's go without
Scooby Snacks.

Yeah, that makes sense.

But it looks like we would offer ourselves
to a horrifying coral creature...

...and be yanked down
under a beach...

...only to be turned into
disgusting sand-drip monsters.

-Let's go back.
-Yeah.

I got them. I got them.

-I don't got them.
-There they go.

That thing ran out of breath.

Like, help!

I'll get you out, Scoob,
if it's the last thing I do.

No, the last thing I do is scream.

Shaggy!

Shaggy!

-They're gone.
-Don't worry, guys.

We'll track them.
Their blips are in great shape.

Hey, dude and dudette.

Dude, you saw us.

Once again, spotted near the action.

Totally. Swells must've been
10 feet high.

You two say you're surfers,
but nobody ever sees you in the surf.

We better tell them, Shawn.

See, dudes, you might
find this hard to believe...

...but we're upside-down surfers.

-You're what?
-It's our invention.

Yeah, see, you bind your feet
underneath the board...

...and breathe through this
special snorkel.

It's totally like being part of the wave.

Gives new meaning
to the words "hang 10."

Under the curls was really
tubular tonight...

...but then we saw
this big, coral skeleton thing...

-...and we knew we had to get out.
-Yeah.

We might've caught
one wave too many.

Look, Shaggy and Scooby's
blips are moving.

Out to sea.

Somehow they're right under
the Great Barrier Reef.

Scooby-Doo,
you're a sand-drip monster.

So are you.

Hey, guys, like, where are we?

Looks like nobody can talk
but you and me.

Good thing we have these Scooby Snacks
or I'd be really scared right now.

The gang should find us soon.

Hopefully before the snacks run out.

Whatever's going on here,
let's just play along, Scoob.

Okay.

According to the screen,
they're directly below us.

Velma, are you sure you wanna dive?

For Shaggy and Scooby, yes.

And to actually see
the Great Barrier Reef.

We're in some sort of tunnel.

And we're not alone.

The sand-drip sand builders.

And there's Rama Yam.

Shaggy and Scooby.
They're sand-drip monsters.

Like, don't mind us, outsiders.

We are humble zombie-ized workers,
who are, by the way, out of snacks.

-They're fine.
-But how do we get them out?

Not to mention us.

A challenge with a simple solution.

A plan using only objects
found in this tunnel.

It seems like it could use
just one more thing.

How about this?

A challenge
with an even simpler solution:

Run!

The tunnel's collapsing.

Turn around, toward the beach.

No, Scooby!

Scooby, watch out.

Swim, buddy.

It saved Scooby.

Like, Scoob, old buddy, old pal,
how are you feeling?

Wet.

Everyone made it.

Including the person behind
all this beach badness.

And I think I know just who it is.

It's getting away.

The real monster
isn't going anywhere.

That's Rama Yam?

Actually, Spencer Johnson.

I realized he was faking that trance
when he started yelling commands...

...to his muddy minions.

And this is how he got them
that way.

Yes, master.

So why would you do
such awful things to those nice kids?

They were working for the greater good
of mankind, building the reefway.

Like, I've never heard of a reefway.

It would've been
the Ninth Wonder of the World.

An underwater highway for cars,
buses, trains, anything that rolls.

-Connecting Australia to New Guinea.
-Ingenious.

Insane, but ingenious.

So when you couldn't
do that legally...

...you lured the best teenage builders
here with that sandcastle contest.

You dragged us down
through the wet sand...

...and made us all look like
sand-drip monsters.

Then you hypnotized them
and put them to work.

That's what snapped us
out of the trance.

Guess we were saved by the snacks.

He faked his disappearance
so he could supervise his laborers.

He made them dig out rocks
from the ocean floor...

...and pile them at night on the beach.

Well, I would've gotten away with it
if it weren't for you meddling sand-drips.

But what about that coral creature?

That's all it is, coral.

You mean for once,
the monster's real?

It's no monster.

Lots of strange creatures have evolved
under the Great Barrier Reef.

The sounds of undersea building probably
confused it and drove it out of the deep.

Well, now that tunnel's
shut down forever.

It won't be bothered anymore.

Thank you, coral creature.

Hey, we wanna welcome
the sand builders back...

...and to thank you for letting us play
some mellow sounds...

...guaranteed not to crack
your castles.

Congratulations, Frankie.

Like, nothing could top your sand villa.

Except maybe the six-foot
fudge-ice-cream-cone sculpture...

...with sand-dripped sprinkles
that Scoob and I just made.

Now, where is it?

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!