"FRED:" "Just our luck." "We come to Washington for the bicentennial celebration and all we see is rain, rain, rain." "And thunder, thunder, thunder." "And lightning, lightning, lightning." "What a shocking development." "Yeah, a shocking development." "I was hoping we'd get to visit the Lincoln Memorial today." "You'd need Noah's Ark to visit the Lincoln Memorial on a day like this." "I think I just got a brainstorm in a thunderstorm." "Why not spend the rest of the day indoors?" "We could visit the most fabulous museum in the world The Smithsonian Institute." "Hey, that's a great idea." "We'd get to see John Glenn's space capsule and the Wright Brothers' biplane." "And all those antique trains and cars." "Three cheers for Shaggy." "For once he had an idea that had nothing to do with food." "On second thought, it might be better if we spent the afternoon inside a nice warm hamburger joint." "Forget it, Shag." "Let's get inside." "SHAGG Y:" "Wow, and double wow." "The Wright Brothers' airplane, and Lindbergh's Spirit of St. Louis." "DAPHNE:" "This place really has everything." "Except people." "That's strange." "All these fantastic exhibits, and not a single visitor." "Right out of the rain." "Might be wiser to be wet than sorry." "Folks that come in these days usually wish they hadn't." "Roaming the halls, creeping and crawling everywhere and scarifying folks away." "Tourists avoid this place like the plague." "I just got my second brainstorm in a thunderstorm." "Why don't we rent Noah's Ark and visit the Lincoln Memorial." "What kind of ghosts?" "No time to gab." "Gotta make my rounds." "You gonna look about, look fast." "You're the only visitors inside, and it's almost closing time." "I wonder why a guard inside would have squeaky wet shoes." "Beats me." "But I think we've walked into a real mystery." "We have an hour to look around so keep your eyes open for anything suspicious." "Look." "There's something suspicious." "That grumpy old guard was wrong." "We're not the only tourists in here." "VELMA:" "Shaggy, that's a tableau of traitors of American history." "DAPHNE:" "With wax dummies of Benedict Arnold William Demont, and Major Andre." "SHAGG Y:" "Wax dummy tourists?" "I think maybe you could use a pair of glasses, Shaggy." "Wow." "They're made so real." "They look real." "For a minute I thought his nose twitched." "SHAGG Y:" "Hey, that's the biggest steam locomotive I've ever seen." ""Iron horse number 70." "Used before the invention of the diesel engine to pull transcontinental trains over the Rocky Mountains from Green River, Utah to--"" "Look." "This sign says, "Push button to operate."" "DAPHNE:" "Boy, this is really some museum." "You can actually operate the exhibits." "Daphne?" "What in the world was that noise?" "I think this old steam engine could use a steam cleaning." "I can't stand this racket." "Let's get out of here." "Hey, have any of you noticed something missing?" "Like, maybe Scooby?" "He's nowhere in sight." "Come on." "We have to find him before they close this place for the night." "clive:" "A big, lovable hound dog with sad eyes, an infectious smile, friendly face, skinny tail?" "And a tremendous appetite." "Well, that sounds like a fine pooch." "But I haven't seen him anywhere." "I'll help you find him, but you better hurry." "It's only a couple of minutes till closing." "FRED:" "All right." "Let's split up and start searching." "We'll meet back at the big locomotive." "Hey, this is serious." "I can't find Scooby anywhere." "Me neither." "I even checked the dinosaur exhibit." "You know how he feels about bones." "FRED:" "He's just vanished." "I wish that old train would shut up already." "Maybe if I jiggle this operating button...." "Did you hear that?" "l'd recognize that "Help" anywhere." "And that weak, pathetic "help" is coming from under this big massive locomotive." "Look." "There's an open trap door under the train." "DAPHNE:" "Scooby must be down there." "Hurry." "There's still time to get him out before they close up." "Don't move, Scoob." "We'll have you out in a jiffy." "All rounds completed." "The museum's empty, as usual." "I guess those nice kids found their dog and left." "Who'd wanna stay in this creepy castle?" "Quit jabbering and set the time lock." "DAPHNE:" "That sure is a crazy-looking contraption." ""Replica of Eli Whitney's cotton gin." "lnvented in 1793 the cotton gin made America the largest cotton producer in the world."" "Cotton gin?" "For once, Scooby's right." "That "rotten" gin gave him a "rotten" time." "Hurry." "Let's get out of here before the museum closes and we're locked in for the night." "DAPHNE:" "It's Benedict Arnold, William Demont and Major Andre." "In red underwear?" "They sure do look silly without their uniforms." "DAPHNE:" "You tell them to get dressed." "There are ladies in the room." "Stop being silly." "They must be spares for those dummies upstairs." "VELMA:" "Look!" "It's Benedict Arnold!" "You mean the ghost of Benedict Arnold." "He sure got dressed in a hurry." "DAPHNE:" "Freddy was right." "What do you mean, right?" "DAPHNE:" "That's positively the ghost of Benedict Arnold." "The real Benedict Arnold was a traitor who was going to surrender West Point to the redcoats in 1780." "Daphne's right." "He's been dead for almost 200 years." "SHAGG Y:" "Two hundred years?" "That guard was right." "I think this place is haunted." "Well, start thinking about how we're gonna get out of this dull, dark dungeon." "This place has more corridors than an octopus has tentacles." "If we only knew an octopus, he could tell us which way is out." "I know." "Let's split up and start searching." "Look." "Wet footprints." "DAPHNE:" "Just like that grumpy old guard made in the main exhibit hall." "Let's follow them." "Maybe they'll lead us to a way out of this place." "Hey, those wet footprints dead end at the dead end." "That's strange." "They seem to go right under the wall." "If you think that's strange, look what's coming down the corridor." "VELMA:" "It's the ghosts of Benedict Arnold and Major Andre!" "Come on, Scoob." "There's a time and place for eating." "Which is all the time and any place." "But not now, and not here." "This is no time for laughing, Scoob." "You ruined a perfectly good dinosaur." "It's the ghost of William Demont!" "l think we lost him, Scoob." "Yeah." "How many times have I told you never to pick up hitchhikers?" "Speed it up, Scoob." "We've gotta get away from him." "Look. it's Shaggy and Scooby." "And the ghost of William Demont." "We struck them all out with a triple play." "That should keep him out of our hair." "Oh, look." "There's that friendly guard, Mr. Clive." "Hey, the museum's closed." "What are you kids doing inside?" "We were tangled in a cotton gin." "Right." "Buried under dinosaur bones." "Right, right." "Racing on bicycles." "Right, right, right." "Chased by the spirits of '76, and" "Right, right, right." "What he means is we were chased by the ghosts of Benedict Arnold, William Demont and Major Andre." "What I mean is, I've had enough of those colonial creeps." "As far as I'm concerned, it's goodbye bicentennial." "Which way is out?" "There is no way out." "The doors are all locked by time locks." "They can't be opened until noon tomorrow." "That's exactly 16 hours, 23 minutes and 59 seconds from now." "Daylight stomach time." "And Scooby and I haven't had dinner yet." "This place is rumbling louder than my empty stomach." "Blast it." "That loudmouthed train is going berserk again." "I called the engineer." "Should be along any minute." "You." "What are you brats doing in here after closing time?" "We had a clash with a couple of colonial creeps." "Crummy, miserable museum." "Going to pot, that's where it's going." "To pot." "He sure is a grumpy old character." "clive:" "Old Grumper's new on the job." "Bitter since they switched him from the day shift at the White House to working nights at the museum." "That racket's enough to drive anyone grumpy." "Can't you shut it off?" "Only one who knows how is the engineer." "Trouble is, every time he fixes it, it seems to start right up again." "FRED:" "Oh, my gosh. it's a grizzly bear." "I hope that grizzly bear isn't groaning from a severe case of in-dog-gestion." "Stop being silly." "This is a museum, not a zoo." "I've got a sneaky suspicion that's Scooby under a bearskin." "Yeah?" "Well, you sneak over and find out while I hold back and watch you." "Stay back." "Stay back, do you hear?" "lt's nothing but our dog." "Who are you?" "I just finished fixing this screwball locomotive when this bear, I mean, dog, scared me half out" "Oh, yeah?" "Well, if the museum's locked with time locks, how'd you get in?" "Didn't have to." "With this loco locomotive going loco 40 times a night I've been sleeping in." "That is, if you can call it sleep with this mechanical monster waking me every hour." "Look." "VELMA:" "Wet feet like old Grumper." "SHAGG Y:" "And he said he was sleeping inside." "Something tells me that grumpy old Grumper and Mr. Willit may be behind whatever's going on here." "FRED:" "And those soggy footprints may be the clue to whatever it is." "Right. I think we'd better have a closer look down in the basement." "What should we look for?" "It just starts up, like, from nowhere." "There goes that loco locomotive again." "Hey." "The cotton gin stopped." "And so did the locomotive upstairs." "It's as if they were both run by the same motor yet there's nothing connecting them." "That's strange." "Every time the cotton gin starts, the train roars." "And every time it stops, the train stops." "Every part of this cotton gin looks a hundred years old except those shiny new gears at the top." "FRED:" "And those brand new belts and pulleys that run down the corridor." "SHAGG Y:" "More of those soggy shoe prints." "FRED:" "The belts and the footprints both lead to that dead-end wall we saw before." "And just like before, the footprints seem to go right under the wall." "And the cables go right through it." "What happened?" "The whole wall swung around." "FRED:" "But how?" "What made it go?" "Look." "SHAGG Y:" "Stop already. I'm getting cellar sick." "I feel like my empty stomach is in my empty head." "Yeah, you and your big mouth." "Hey, we're in some old, abandoned storm drain." "So this is where all those wet footprints came from." "Come on." "Let's follow those belts." "SHAGG Y:" "Come on, we can't wait." "Okay." "Whoever said dog is man's best friend?" "Look." "Those belts run from the cotton gin to this big drilling machine." "And someone's drilled a hole right through that 4-foot-thick concrete wall." "I wonder what's inside these big, bulging burlap bags." "Zoinks!" "Brand-new hundred-dollar bills." "Hundred-dollar bills?" "Something sure is fishy in this storm drain." "Come on." "Let's see what's on the other side of this wall." "Dozens of huge printing presses." "Counterfeiters." "Those spirits of '76 must be counterfeiting those new 100 dollar bills." "The only printing presses in the world this big are in the United States Bureau of Printing and Engraving." "Where the government prints money." "The U.S. Mint." "We passed it driving up to the museum." "It's only a few blocks away." "And we walked a few blocks through that storm drain." "I think I hear a familiar sound that I wish I didn't think I heard." "Someone's coming." "Quick, duck behind this press." "Jinkies. I hope this heap doesn't run out of gas." "Oh, my gosh!" "They forgot to put brakes on this jalopy." "Someone's shooting whole cannons at us." "The steering's gone." "I thought they outlawed fireworks." "General Washington, I hope you don't mind if I borrow one of your ice cubes." "This slippery ice ought to put them into a super skid." "We ran out of gas. I mean, steam." "DAPHNE:" "Scooby's flying." "And he doesn't even have a pilot's license." "Or a parachute!" "He flew the Wright Brothers' plane just like he was Orville himself." "Three cheers for Scooby, The Brown Baron." "Congratulations, Scooby." "You did it again!" "Yeah." "Good old Scoob was in the Wright plane at the right time." "So now let's get these creepy colonial disguises off and see who those creeps are." "I was sure that was gonna be grumpy old Grumper." "It's Mr. Willit, the city engineer." "Okay, grumpy old Grumper, the jig's up." "It's Mr. Clive." "You kids did a terrific job." "Wow, a real government agent." "You were watching this gang all the time." "We figured they ditched the real wax dummies in the basement and put on their clothes." "Then they posed in this tableau as wax dummies." "When the guards made their rounds they thought the museum was empty and locked up." "And that enabled them to stay inside all night and work the drill into the Mint." "They put phosphorescent powder on their clothes and haunted the museum to keep people away." "SHAGG Y:" "I get it." "That way they could work day and night drilling through this thick concrete wall to the Mint." "Right." "Mr. Willit rigged the cotton gin to power the drill." "He souped up the soundtrack of the locomotive to cover up the noise." "Mr. Willit confessed to us that he stumbled on the old plans of the abandoned storm drain running to the Mint in some dusty old files." "And devised the scheme to strip good old Uncle Sam of a couple million of his freshly printed greenbacks." "I still don't understand why Mr. Grumper's feet were always wet." "Wet and cold and aching from lumbago with being soaked from mopping up those dangblasted wet footprints and puddles those goonies made." "You know what this is, Scoob?" "Uh-uh." "This little delicious piece of paper is equal to 200 juicy hamburgers." "You think good old Uncle Sam might let us keep just one teensy little old bill, huh?" "Sorry, son, but it's against the law." "The fact is, those spirits of '76 made one big mistake." "That press room they drilled into was filled with millions of dollars in worthless money." "These bills haven't had the treasurer's signature, the treasury seal or the serial numbers printed on them yet." "Fact is, without them, all that money is worth exactly as much as the paper it's printed on." "Two hundred hamburgers' worth."