Editing The Song of Mystery/Transcript (Toonwriter)

This is the transcript to the fifth episode of Ash's Adventures of Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated!, The Song of Mystery.

(The episode starts at night in a house where we see Daphne and a little boy)


Daphne Blake: Bedtime, Arthur.

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Daphne Blake: She?

Max: (smirks) Gettin jealous, Daphne?

Daphne Blake: What would I be jealous about?

Velma: Shaggy, you promised me you weren't going to use the word 'like' so much. It makes you sound ignorant.
Shaggy: Oh, right. Like, um, I forgot.
Daphne: They can't just leave all the kids!
Sheriff Stone: They'll be fine. We'll air drop in some freeze dried camp food. Just because they're 'spookified' doesn't mean they can't reconstitute macaroni!
Velma: Here, pick out a new pair of pants.
Shaggy: What's wrong with my pants?
Velma: You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance.
Shaggy: But I like those pants.
Velma: You've worn them since the eight grade.
Shaggy: They're comfortable pants
Velma: Fine.
Mrs. Dinkley: (giving tour) This is the location of the most recent attack by the creature that's been spookifying the children of Crystal Cove. (notices the gang) Velma, sweetheart, how are you? (yelling) Sheriff, they're back!
Velma: Mom, please! We just wanted to see what was happening!
Mrs. Dinkley: There's nothing to see. Not unless you're paying.
Dr. Portillo: The peoples have long told the tale of Qué Horrífico. A normal man by day, but every sundown he changes into Qué Horrífico. He roams through the villages and plays his song of mystery on a pan flute, turning the childrens into... Terriblegatos!
Fred: In America, we call it 'getting spookified'.
Dr. Portillo: That is good enough, thank you. Eventually, he takes them to his spooky town, or cave or something. There's a lot of debate on that, who can really know.
Mary Anne Gleardan: Fred Jones, Jr. You were supposed to meet me in the library for your civics tutoring.
Fred: Mary Anne, I can't. I have something important I need to do.
Mary Anne Gleardan: What could possibly be more important than civics?
Dr. Portillo: Oh no! I think - I think [the transformation] is happening! Oh no! It's happening! It's happening! AHHH! Here it comes! Oh, I so scared! I so scared! Here it comes! Oh - No, it's just gas.
Daphne: This is nice.
Fred: Watch it, Daphne! Remember, we're married; don't look so happy!
Velma: It's almost sunset. We'd better get inside.
Fred: Right. (loudly) Come, two young children, it's bedtime! Grandma's gonna tell you a story!
Shaggy: Oh goodie!
Fred: Quick, get inside.
(Inside, ready for trap)
Scooby: Aren't you going to tell us a story?
Velma: Yes, The End. Now shh.
(Mayor Jones and Sheriff Stone arrive)
Mayor Jones: What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on?
Fred: We got him, dad.
(Scooby unmasks Qué Horrífico)
Mary Anne Gleardan: You mean her.
Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy: Mary Anne Gleardan.
Mayor Jones: Your tutor? But why?
Mary Anne Gleardan: I was trying to scare all the adults out of Crystal Cove so I could run the city my way. (hocking) (to Fred) I told you, I have brilliant ideas. (to everyone) With all the adults gone, there's be no one to stand in my way. I learned about the legend of Qué Horrífico in Dr. Portillo's honors class. It was the perfect solution. I used the high school's theater department for my costume. I went to every kindergarten and elementary school in the city to convince the children to pretend to be spookified. In return I offered them Utopia! When that didn't work, I offered them candy. Whenever the children heard me playing the pan flute, that was their signal to put on their fake hair and fangs and commence spookification. I almost had the whole town cleared of adults. I would have, too, if it weren't for you (speaks Latin)
Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby: Huh?
Mary Anne Gleardan: (sighs) Loosely translated it means "Meddlesome kids" in Latin.
Arthur: I'm going home. I miss my mom and dad. (The other kids say goodbyes and walk into their homes) By the way, this was lame.
(Sheriff Stone handcuffs Mary Anne)
Mary Anne Gleardan: Wait, you're taking me to jail? But I'm just a kid!
Sheriff Stone: Do you know how many boxes we're stuck with of Qué Horrífico t-shirts, Qué Horrífico pamphlets, Qué Horrífico dance CDs, Qué Horrífico--?
Mary Anne Gleardan: Okay, okay. I see your point.