Scooby-Doo! Winter WonderDog

I like Uncle Scooby.

He's silly.

Freddy, I'm so glad you brought your friends here to help the children

- put on our Christmas pageant. - Glad to help, Mrs. Fezziwig.

I think everything's finally set up.

Not quite. Look at this antique nutcracker.

Yeah. We got to find a neat place for it.

After all, The Nutcracker Suite is always part of our pageant.

What's that, Teddy?

Teddy thinks it should go on the very top of the Christmas tree.

Why, Tiny Tina. What a good idea!

Yeah!

Teddy and I will put it up.

Perfect!

It really brightens up the place.

And I'm closing down the place.

Winslow Nickleby! Whatever are you doing here?

As you know, Mrs. Fezziwig, this building used to belong to my family.

So, I've come to buy it back. Today.

But it's Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve, is it?

Bah! Humbug!

Humbug!

But we're prepared to make a most generous offer for this building.

$5,000.

$5,000! That's chicken feed.

We're not selling. It's out of the question.

Yeah. The kids like it here, mister. So you'd better leave.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah!

Hey! Look out!

Bah! Humbug!

I'll get this building back, one way or another.

That mean old man wants to throw us out in the cold.

Don't worry, Tina. There's nothing he can do.

Right. And besides, we have happier things to think about.

Yeah. We have a show to rehearse. Costumes, everyone.

Yeah!

Oh, boy! Costumes.

I want to be a reindeer, or a drummer boy, or the abominable snowman.

But I don't want to be a sugar plum fairy. I feel ridiculous.

But it's a Christmas show, Scrappy.

Now, Shaggy, you play Scrooge and Scooby's The Ghost of Christmas Past.

All right, give Scooby his cue.

Like, bah! Humbug!

The Ghost of Christmas Past is coming to haunt me.

I said, "The Ghost of Christmas Past is coming to haunt me."

Where's Scooby?

I'm coming, Freddy.

I said, "The Ghost of Christmas Past..."

Wow, Scoob! What a keen costume!

I'm over here, Shaggy.

If you're here, then who's he?

I am The Ghost of Christmas Never.

Hey! That's not in the script.

He's a real ghost. Run for it!

- Hey! I thought the show must go on. - Yeah, but without us.

Hi. We're Santa's elves.

Have you been a good little boy?

You'd better not shout 'cause Santa Claus is watching.

And you're leaving town.

Bye-bye.

Zoinks! Head for the North Pole.

- Where's the ghost? - He must've ducked back inside.

- Then let's duck in after him. - You duck. We're chicken.

Yeah.

Come on, chickens, we're going to scratch around for some clues.

- I don't see that old ghostie. - No, but look at that.

Oh, my goodness! Who would do such a thing?

I don't know, but we may have a clue.

This lapel pin has initials on it, W.N.

W.N? Winslow Nickleby.

I knew it. That mean old Scrooge.

I think we'd better pay a call on Mr. Nickleby

- and find out about this ghost. - Oh, no! Not ghosts.

We're not going anywhere near Nickleby's place under any circumstances.

Right.

Too bad. Mrs. Muffinstuffer, the Nicklebys' cook, baked some cookies.

Cookies?

Cookies at Nickleby's.

What are we waiting for?

I think you've said the magic word.

Hi ho, horsie!

Whoa, horsie!

Hello? Mrs. Muffinstuffer?

Yes. You must be from the children's home.

- Right. We came to pick up the cookies. - I baked nine dozen.

We'd better bake some more.

I am so, how you say, upset.

Nanette! What's wrong?

Oh, excuse me, I am Nanette Musette, the maid.

- You are from the children's home, oui? - That's right.

Then I must tell you, Mr. Nickleby, he is up to something fishy.

What do you mean?

He is in the library right now, hatching the nasty scheme

to take over the children's home. He mustn't know I told you this.

We'll sneak around front and listen in. Come on, guys.

Just a minute.

Get ready for the attack of the gingerbread men.

Now you're cooking, Scoob.

Your uncle's will clearly states that he left behind a priceless emerald

at the children's home.

Those foolish kids don't have the slightest idea,

they're sitting on a fortune.

The trouble is, you can't legally force them out of that home.

Who cares about "legally"?

They won't want to stay there once our friend gets through with them.

Did you hear that?

It sounds like he's in cahoots with the ghost.

And he's after an emerald somewhere in the children's home.

- We'd better get a look at that will. - Leave it to us.

Us?

Why always us?

Who is it?

Chimney sweeps.

Chimney sweeps? But I didn't call any chimney sweeps.

Blimey, governor. You didn't have to call us.

We can spot a dirty chimney a mile away.

- This is an outrage! - I'll say. It's the worst I've ever seen.

Yeah! Disgusting!

Look out, Scoob.

- That tickles. - Stop this! You're making a mess.

I dust, okay?

Say, "Cheese."

There you go, she's clean as a whistle.

But you've ruined my home.

Don't worry, governor, we'll send you the bill.

So long.

What's the will say about the emerald?

- I don't know. I can't read the fine print. - Here, let me try.

It says.

"On Christmas Eve, your goal's not far. The emerald rests in the pageant's star."

That must mean the Christmas pageant's star.

Hey! I remember seeing a stage prop up in the attic, a golden star.

The emerald's probably in it. Come on.

So, where's the star, Daphne?

- In that cupboard over there. - Great!

Let's get it and get out of this creep zone.

Run for it!

Not out there.

- It's drafty out here. - Out here?

- Oh, no! Help! Help! - Oh, no! Help! Help!

- Help! - Help!

What's so funny?

Nothing, I just have a loony sense of humor.

Hold on, guys! We'll save you!

Hey, wait a minute you! Trying to steal the star attraction, eh?

Finders keepers.

Geronimo!

Oh, no!

See? We told you Santa Claus was coming.

What'd you bring him, Santy?

He brought you a huge golden star.

Right in here.

Really?

Gotcha.

- Good work, Scoob! We've got the ghost. - And the star.

Let's tell Daphne and Freddy.

- We bagged the ghostie. - Yeah.

- That Christmas creep has disappeared. - Ghosts are good at that.

But we still have the star. And inside...

Rats! There's no emerald inside.

- Now what'll we do? - How about clearing out for starters?

- Mr. Nickleby? What do you want? - This building.

And now I have the power to take it thanks to my old friend.

You mean you know the ghost personally?

What ghost?

I'm talking about my old friend, the City Building Inspector.

He's granted our request to have this place condemned.

What?

You'll have to be out first thing in the morning.

You have no choice but to sell out to me.

- This document's real, all right. - This is awful.

One thing's for sure: We can't let it spoil Christmas for the kids.

Daphne's right. We've got a show to put on.

Oh, thank you very much.

Nanette, it was so nice of you to volunteer to take tickets.

The pleasure, she is all mine.

This looks like it'll be your most successful Christmas pageant ever.

Humbug!

Monsieur Nickleby. I did not expect to see you here.

I wouldn't miss this for the world. I just love a farewell performance.

Now, Tina, do you know what to do?

Yes. When I hear the finale, I make my big entrance from the rafters.

It'll slay them.

- Ready, guys? - Hoist away, Daphne.

Here it goes.

And now our show begins with the classic ballet, The Nutcracker Suite

featuring, The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies.

Hey! Watch where you're going.

Isn't that wonderful!

It's the Nutcracker, the star of the show.

Of course.

The will said, "The emerald is found in the pageant's star".

That's the Nutcracker.

- What did you say? - Nothing, excuse me.

Out of my WBV!

Hey, what gives?

- You're going to give me the emerald. - But, I don't have it.

Daphne! Help!

I'm trying-.