(BEEPING)
MAN 1: Make sure you scan for contaminants before touching anything.
(BEEPING AND WHIRRING)
Hutch. Garrett. Check this out.
What did you find?
I'm not really sure.
There's something strange about this rock.
Don't get too close. We'll have to scan that rock for contaminants.
Oh, Garrett, you think I went to 18 months of astronaut school
to fall into some mysterious... (SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
Huh?
Wendell, are you okay?
Yes, I am fine.
I think he touched that rock.
Come on, clumsy. Let's get you back to the ship to get decontaminated.
Wait!
This rock.
You gotta touch it.
-Why? -Trust me.
Touch the rock.
I don't wanna touch the rock.
Pretty please. As a favor to me.
Why do you want us to touch the rock?
What... This rock? Sure, you can touch it. Go ahead.
We don't wanna touch the rock, Wendell.
Well, I kinda wanna touch the rock.
Huh?
I said...
(DEMONIC VOICE) Touch the rock.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROWLING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
(IMITATING CAR SOUND)
This is the coolest thing we've ever done.
Did you ever think we'd be flying The Mystery Machine
in space?
Hmm. Like it was bound to happen eventually.
And technically we're sitting in the Mystery Machine
which is in the cockpit of a shuttle flying through space.
How is that not still cool?
Everything's cooler in space.
I mean, what are the odds your old science mentor
would invite us up on a space shuttle?
What the heck are you talking about?
We're here because Daphne's family funds this private space research company.
You're joking, right?
Mother thinks the night sky is a giant black tarp with holes poked in it.
Aren't we here because Shaggy found that magic singing egg?
Wait, no, that was a dream.
Like seriously, guys...
There's a very good reason why we're hurdling through the dangerous vacuum of space.
Right?
Fred parked on a shuttle.
Huh, it's okay.
Could have happened to anyone.
I am Captain Lewis. This is Lieutenant Felgenbaum.
And that is the Bromedic.
(ALL GASPS)
Oops.
LEWIS: Ah, this should buff right up.
(BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARES)
(BLEEPS)
Shh... They don't know we're here.
We're ten hours ahead of schedule.
ALL: Surprise!
(ELECTRIC SPARKING)
VELMA: Where is everybody?
LEWIS: Hmm...
All the systems are shut down
except the ore processing sublevel.
And gravity seems to be working.
What happened here?
It's a mystery...
In space.
Luckily, solving mysteries is what we do.
Gang, light it up.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING) What is this?
"Beware. Trust no one."
Wow. These space scientists really are a fun bunch, huh?
If there's one thing I've learned in our time together, it's this.
Homebase clone messages!
Scrolls never lie.
We should take a look around. See if we can find anybody.
Since the ore processing sublevel is active, we'll start there.
Felgenbaum, you search this level.
Good idea. Shaggy, Scooby. Why don't you go with him,
in space.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Sure.
Felgenbaum here seems like a lovely guy.
But, this scroll is very explicit.
"Trust no one."
And Felgenbaum through no fault of his own, mind you, is one.
There's no escaping it.
Oh. I should check out the mess hall and take stock of the food situation.
We're with Felgenbaum.
Someone barricaded the kitchen door.
Like who hasn't at some point in their lives barricaded a kitchen door?
Good times. (SNORTS)
(SNIFFING)
BOTH: Space food!
-Huh? -Uh, guys...
Aren't you concerned about why they barricaded the door?
Why good idea. Barricade us back in.
-We need to focus. -Hmm?
The very suits are keeping us alive
are keeping us hungry.
Oh, cruel irony.
Say, Felgenbaum...
Yes?
LEWIS: Hello! Is anybody here?
Ore processing is deserted too.
What kind of ore are they processing here?
-Mmm, mostly nickel and iron. -Hmm?
Judging from the weight of the rocks coming through here
it is not nickel or iron.
I wonder what they dug up down there?
In space.
Please don't add that onto my sentences.
Well, the only way to learn more is to reboot the entire space station.
Let's head up to the command center.
So you're saying if we take off our helmets to eat
our heads won't explode?
Physics doesn't work here?
You'll see. Go on. Take off your helmets.
You first.
Like, it's not that we don't trust you. (LAUGHS)
I'm kidding. It's totally that we don't trust you.
Go on. Take off your...
(DEMONIC VOICE) Helmet!
Ah...
Like, do you need a throat lozenge?
I said...
Take off your helmet!
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
(SCREAMING)
(BEEPING)
(WHIRRING)
Rebooting now.
(ELECTRIC SPARKING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
The artificial gravity shorted out.
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
Hmm? Huh?
Like, Scoob, we're saved.
Take that, Isaac Newton.
(BOTH GASPS)
(MONITOR BLEEPS)
I think it should work now.
Try rebooting again.
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GROWLS)
Okay. Life support is functioning.
I think I got the holo display working.
Go back to the time of the last log.
It looks like the researchers found something on Asteroid 5512-J.
The holo display went down after that.
Hmm, it seems like it was vandalized.
Some pieces were removed.
The holo display keeps a visual record and tracks everybody.
Maybe somebody didn't wanna be tracked.
In space.
Records indicate they returned to the station afterwards.
What do you think they found?
And did they bring it back with them?
In space.
Whatever it is appears to have had an adverse effect on the crew.
Maybe a contamination.
Some kind of alien infection?
Great. I didn't get my Venusian flu shots this year.
To be safe, let's keep our helmets on.
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY SCREAMING)
Felgenbaum is an alien monster!
He attacked us.
He looks pretty normal to me.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Like, he's back!
The alien monster!
The horror of Felgenbaum.
What is going on?
They say you attacked them.
In space.
No! Something pulled me into the ventilation system.
Like that's classic alien infection talk right there.
Reveal yourself, skull boy.
Look, Lieutenant, I believe you.
That everyone's clearly on edge.
Why don't you finish your search at the station?
Yes, sir.
Like, can you believe that guy?
The old pulled-into- a-pitch-black-ventilation- system routine.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(LEWIS SCREAMING)
(GROWLS)
Run!
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Split up... In space!
SCOOBY-DOO: That is getting old, Fred.
Oh, come on, Felgenbaum,
there's still people you haven't attacked yet.
Diversify your attack portfolio.
SCOOBY-DOO: Hmm?
Hmm. "Danger. Artificial wormhole. Unstable."
We should probably avoid that.
(DOOR OPENS)
(LAUGHS)
I'd rather avoid him!
Huh?
-Like, hi? -ALL: Shh.
(SHOUTS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
Seriously?
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GIANT GRUNTING)
Like, hey, we're on the space station before we actually got here.
We should warn us.
(GROWLS)
What happened?
Our lives flashed before our eyes.
Not much has changed.
Like, dude, where's everyone else?
Felgenbaum ate them.
FELGENBAUM: I didn't eat anyone.
Yikes! Where are they?
Fess up, Felgenbaum.
Velma and Daphne are in the medical bay researching the alien infection.
(MAN SNEEZES)
Uh... Hello?
(ALL SCREAMING)
Alien fiends, you don't fool me. (WHIMPERS)
Garrett? Is that you?
Back off, Felgenbaum!
Or I'll give you a good soaping.
Like, finally.
Soap him. Soap him.
Nobody is gonna soap anybody.
Guys, Velma's got some information about the alien infection.
Oh, hi. Cool fort.
What happened here? Where's the rest of the crew?
Oh, Wendell... Something got to him on the asteroid.
We escaped back to the Bromedic but he got in.
Maybe through the sublevel ore processor.
It spread to the others.
Couldn't tell who was who.
Can only trust this soap.
(SQUEAKING)
(MONITOR WHIRRING)
What did you find out, Velma?
From what I gathered from Medical Officer Soung's research...
Three of the six member crew were infected.
Wendell, Hatch and Ortiz.
Leaving Garrett and Potter.
Soung's report stopped abruptly yesterday.
We seem to be dealing with an alien pathogen that lays dormant
until it comes in contact with a host.
From there it spreads like wild fire.
Or in this case, like an infectious alien pathogen.
What's strange is I analyzed samples
from infected people against non-infected people
I can see no difference.
Uh, apart from infected people turning into crazed skullhead creatures that attack you.
We've gotta get off this space station.
Crazy soap guy is right. Let's go.
And leave Felgenbaum.
Hey!
What about Captain Lewis and the rest of the crew?
We can't leave until we solve this mystery.
Fred, as much as I hate to admit it...
Getting off this space station may be the most prudent course of action.
If this research is correct,
the rest of the crew was most likely infected.
And we are next.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
We don't need that much food.
Like, who said anything about "we?"
What if Shaggy and Scooby are right about Felgenbaum?
We can't let freaky alien skull disease spread all over Earth.
What are you doing, Daphne?
Hi! I was just checking the engines.
Houston has enough to worry about without us dumping our problems on them.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
You're rewiring the ignition controls.
We won't be able to take off.
Oops. (LAUGHS)
Same old Daphne.
Can't pass ignition controls without rewiring them.
Oh, forget it.
(GROWLS)
Oh, no! Daphne's infected.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
GARRETT: Lights out. (SCREAMS)
FRED: Garrett? (PANTING)
-GARRETT: Soap, where are you? -Where did she go?
She must have cut the lights.
(GASPS)
(ALARM BLARING)
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Like, that...
Can't be good.
(DOOR OPENS)
He's opening the docking bay door.
-Run! -(SCREAMS)
Everyone, hold on!
(SHUTTLE CREAKING)
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Hang on, gang!
(GRUNTS)
How do I get there?
(BEEPS)
No. Not this one.
No. Come on. Come on.
Oh. (GRUNTS)
Hmm... Fireworks?
Fireworks!
Get in, guys.
Hang on.
Wait, you only have one firework left.
Then we gotta to get this last one just right.
Now!
(EXHALES) Well, that was close.
I can't believe we lost Daphne.
I thought everything was cooler...
In space.
But it isn't.
I'm sorry, gang. It's all my fault.
In space.
-Hey. -(ALL SCREAMS)
How dare you pretend to be our friend?
You're not fit to wear her fake beard.
-That's an insult. -Give it up.
We already saw you change into one of those things.
Oh, I get it.
You guys are totally Felgenbauming me.
Only because you Felgenbaumed.
Me? Fred's the Felgenbaumer.
He locked me in a supply closet.
ALL: Hmm? (SCREAMS)
I did not.
I was with Shaggy and Scooby the whole time.
Well, actually, like, um...
Not the whole time.
Sounds suspiciously Felgenbaumian.
Guys, it could have gotten to anyone of us.
Me, for instance, when I was alone in the medical bay.
(ALL GASPS)
(SIGHS) Stop it.
We're gonna have to be rational and scientific to figure out who is who.
The alien virus lived for possibly millions of years in the vacuum of space.
That means, it's physiologically different than us.
What if a normal human oxygen rich environment
is harmful to it?
Right. We've kept our helmets on to protect us.
But what if it's really been protecting him the whole time?
(INHALES AND EXHALES)
(BOTH INHALES AND EXHALES)
(INHALES AND EXHALES)
(SIGHS) Fine.
I was gonna whip out the puppets
but if this is how I have to prove that I am me, so be it.
(INHALES AND GAGS)
-(ALL GASPS) -(GRUNTING)
(LAUGHS) I'm just kidding.
I'm sorry, Daphne.
I'm so happy you're okay.
I really thought we'd lost you.
Well, the day is still young.
Either way, thanks to Velma
we now have a way to test who's infected.
Gold star!
Supply closet.
Gold star?
BOTH: Gold star!
Gang, we have an alien infection to stop
and an entire crew to save.
Coincidently, in space.
Hmm?
Hey, other me.
Have you seen our giant mound of falling dirt?
Huh?
(GROWLING)
FRED: Guys?
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS)
(SCOOBY-DOO HOWLING)
Hang on, old buddy!
Scooby Doo!
Shaggy.
-Don't do it. -Huh?
Often imitated, never duplicated.
(ALL GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(WHIRRING)
(ALL EXCLAIMS)
-Get him, gang. -No. Get him.
Which one's the real Fred?
I'm the real Fred, guys. Grab him.
(GRUNTS)
No, guys. I'm the real Fred.
Quick! Who's the real one?
I'm the real Fred.
In space!
ALL: That's the real Fred.
Huh?
-Oh. -That's gotta hurt.
(GRUNTING IN PAIN)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
ALL: Phew!
It seems we weren't dealing with an alien infection after all.
But instead an old well-known human disease...
Greed.
ALL: Who's that? Officer Soung?
Exactly. As part of the science research team,
Soung made countless trips to the asteroid to check for possible biological materials.
That's when he discovered something unexpected.
Gold.
Not wanting to share the gold,
Soung concocted the alien infection story
to keep the other researchers away from the gold rich area.
FRED: To create the alien infection illusion,
Soung sabotaged the holo display
removing parts to create a helmet with holographic display technology.
He could appear as anyone.
Making us believe the alien infection was spreading to the crew.
After immobilizing the crew,
Soung went back to the asteroid to mine the gold.
He planned to send out a general emergency distress alert
warning about the terrible alien infection on the station.
Meanwhile, he loaded the emergency escape shuttle with all the gold he could carry.
But what happened to the crew?
Actually, he kept them right in here.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(ALL GRUNTS)
And I would have gotten away with it
if you kids hadn't accidently parked your van in the back of a space shuttle.
I mean, seriously!
You guys didn't realize
you were carrying an extra 2.3 metric tons of meddling on board?
Do you know what that does to your fuel levels,
life support, navigational computers?
You're overthinking it.
In el spacio.