The family, the battlefield, the setting sun...
So cinematic.
Okay, a bit to the right.
No, no, no. Too far. Back to the left.
Come on, people. We're losing light.
I read on the web that ghosts have been seen around here.
There's no such things as ghosts, son.
Besides, a very important battle was fought here and I want a picture.
Back to the right. A little to the left.
No, my left. Yeah, the other...
Come on. Is it so hard to smile?
Dad!
Huh?
Attack!
? Scooby-Dooby-Doo and Guess Who?
? We know you're one in a million
? Scooby-Doo
? We can count on you, Scooby-Doo
? To catch and unmask that villain ?
Jinkies! It's Abraham Lincoln!
This looks familiar.
It's the haunted monument from the family vacation photos.
Jinkies!
Check it out, Scoob. These are the guys who became zombie ghosts.
Zombie ghosts? What's that?
They're like regular ghosts, only more zombier-er.
They don't seem very zombier or ghostly right now.
That's how ghosts work, don't you know?
Always popping up when least expected.
Tight squeeze. A little too much junk in the saddle bags.
Ghost!
Oh, yeah. He's our ghost.
Hold the phone. Who are you guys?
We're the Funky Phantom crew.
Jonathan Wellington Muddlemore at your service.
The spirit of 1776, even.
He's headless!
A ghost cat!
Yeah, right. Give me a break.
Ghosts are not real.
What?
We're here investigating the Civil War zombie ghosts.
Hey, that's why we're here.
We're solving that mystery.
Because we're mystery-solvers.
This is great. We're both groups of teenage mystery-solvers.
We should work together.
It'll be fun. And we can solve the mystery in half the time.
What do you guys say? Wanna solve this mystery together?
No offense but we're experts.
We're the real deal.
Uh, we're the real deal too.
We've been doing this a long time.
I'm not sure why you would say that.
It's a proven fact.
We're extremely legitimate mystery-solvers.
We're so legit we even got a mystery-solving mascot.
Our dog Elmo.
Yeah, well. Like, we've got a Scooby-Doo.
-That's even better. -You know it.
Yeah, well, we've got a dune buggy called the Looney Duney.
We've got a van with "Mystery Machine" painted right on the side.
Paint that yourself, did ya?
I totally did.
Hey!
Well, kiddies. Now that us professional mystery-solvers are here,
you B-team amateurs can take a hike.
We like hikes as much as the next guy.
But we're not going anywhere.
This is our mystery.
Shaggy. Shaggy!
Ghost! Run!
Cannons! Attack!
I don't like explosions. Or implosions.
Make that all-plosions, already...
Hmph. Look what the ghost cat dragged in.
Oh, you're still in town? I thought you guys went home already.
Not a chance.
And besides, thinking things through in a diner is our thing.
You guys can go to the diner across the street.
Just ignore them. And let's stay focused on looking for clues.
I got a clue for ya. Go home.
I must say, Hamilton and Burr get along better than these kids.
How do you do this? A holographic projection?
Pepper's ghost effect? Computer controlled lasers?
Ooh. Yum.
Hey!
So, where are you guys starting your investigation?
Well, we were thinking about heading to...
The old armory just outside of town.
Oh. Okay.
Hmm. Which way to the armory?
We're not going to the armory.
That was just to fool the Funky Phantom crew.
We're going to the epicenter of all the sightings.
Here. The Two Brothers antique store.
Next stop. The epicenter of all the sightings.
The Two Brothers antique store.
I hacked Velma's tablet.
Gotta love public wi-fi!
Oh, look. One step behind us real mystery-solvers.
Per usual.
Just ignore them. And let's look around for clues.
Look, Boo. I used to have a sword just like this.
Like, it's that ghost again.
And he's got a sword!
Jab! Parry! Thrust!
En guarde! Off guard, even.
Huh?
Proprietor. This sword is defective, don't you know?
Hey, you guys need to keep your crazy
re-enactor grandpa from destroying my store.
You guys know anything about all the zombie ghosts
that have been showing up around here?
Well, they've been seen at many other monuments.
Oh, it's been terrible for business.
It's scaring away the tourists.
The ghosts are just looking for a little peace.
Ebb believes in ghosts. I don't.
Exactly. Ghosts aren't real.
What would somebody real want on this old battlefield?
Now, hold on. It could be ghosts, don't you know?
Why are you even talking? You're not even real.
You're just some kind of special effect we haven't figured out yet.
I'm insulted, I think.
Out-sulted. Over-sulted, even.
What do you mean there's no such thing as ghosts?
Oh, boy. They sure are arguing.
Isn't it such a terrible shame?
A mystery-solving team divided shall not stand.
It breaks my heart to see such skirmishing.
You said it, Mr. Lincoln.
Ghost!
Party's over.
Like, dudes. We just saw the ghost of Abraham Lincoln.
It's just a painting.
You kids is in way over your heads.
Yeah, that's what I said.
All these ghosts have been bad for business,
driving away the tourists.
You don't wanna be snooping around here at night,
especially out by Rocky Top.
That's where them ghosts seem to congregate.
Rocky Top, huh?
You don't say...
Wait! Wait for me, even!
Get along, little kitty! Get along!
Skip! Hey, Skip,
I can see your house from up here, don't you know?
Well, well, well. Look what the ghost cat dragged in.
You guys just aren't gonna give up, huh?
Hey!
I saw it first!
Whoa!
Got it!
- It's mine! - Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Give me my map!
It belongs to me!
Zoinks! It's those zombie ghost soldiers again!
Stay strong, troops! Wait till you see the whites of their eyes!
And then run like crazy!
-Give it back! -No!
-Give it to me! -No time to argue!
Give me the map!
Not a chance. Give me the map.
I will take it!
I was dreaming I had a car shaped like a giant cheeseburger.
But the steering wheel was a pickle.
And I kept eating it.
That is a lovely dream.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Look. We have to share the map
so that we can figure out what it means.
Fine. How about you share your half first?
An investigation divided against itself cannot stand.
See? We told you.
Good people. I'm here to help you solve this crime,
so these ghostly soldiers can find their final rest.
The wisest course of action for both of your groups
is to stop bickering and work together
using each half of the map.
I'll provide guidance where I can.
Ghost snack?
Thanks, President Lincoln. Gosh, I have so many questions.
Augie, it's a hoax.
I can assure you, young man. I do exist.
As clear as the ascot around your neck,
I am the ghost of Abraham Lincoln.
See? Works for me.
Look at the picture on the five-dollar bill.
It doesn't even look like him.
Where's the mole? Look.
Cute, Fred. What kinda gag bill is that?
-That's your picture. -Huh?
How did you do that?
I'll never tell... a lie.
Regardless, this kind of division between you mystery-solvers
is just what I'm talking about.
You need to heal this divide and work together.
I will be watching.
There are so many ghosts.
It's amazing really.
I mean, how are they doing all these crazy ghost effects?
You all heard the President. Time to get to work.
Give us your half of the map.
He said we should stop fighting and work together.
He was clearly talking to you guys.
Isn't it too early for the stink-eye thing, fellas?
And isn't it funny that your nose smells but your eyes stink?
Lincoln's ghost was right, man.
We should work together.
Okay. So give us your half of the map.
How about we take photos of both halves of the map
and then, split up to follow the clues?
Okay.
'Cause then, we'll know for sure which mystery solving team
is the best by who solves the mystery first.
The sightings of the ghost soldiers match up
with the historic landmarks on the battlefield.
Look.
I bet this could be a clue.
These blast holes are fresh.
These aren't impact holes.
They were blown up from the inside!
Dynamite maybe? And this one looks like it was dug up.
With this hole digging attachment
on this three-speed farming tractor.
Since when do ghosts use tractors?
Hmm, I'd say never.
Well, rarely. Maybe all the time.
What is a tractor, even?
What does this thing do?
Not sure. We have to find... Another clue!
It's a button.
Not just any button.
It belongs to the uniform of a Union paymaster.
And it matches the statue of the undead ghost sergeant.
During the Civil War, soldiers were paid,
on average, every two months.
And they would've been paid in... Gold!
So, just how many gold coins have been found here at Chambersburg?
Gold? Oh, no gold.
Only silver and copper coins
have been found on the battlefield.
Oh, I'd love to find some gold, don't you know?
Well, that means...
The payroll gold was lost
and the brave soldiers who fought on this hallowed ground
never got paid.
Help them. They clearly have unfinished business.
Hey, Mudsy. Do you have any unfinished business?
Why are you still here?
Unfinished business?
I'm not sure, even.
Maybe I left the oven on?
So, did you guys find any clues?
No. Did you?
-No. -Oh, yeah? Then what's that?
Nothing. What's that?
Nothing.
Okay, this is just silly.
We really should be working together.
I agree.
-Here. -Hey!
Oh, be quiet, Skip.
We found this. Do you know what it is?
Hmm. I know exactly what this is.
And now, this memory stick totally makes sense.
A memory stick? Is that like a broomstick,
but for your brainy bits?
I certainly could use a good sweeping, don't you know?
It's that crazy colonial ghost again!
I've read stuff in the history books about the lost payroll of 1863.
It must be what they're after.
The payroll sergeant trapped behind enemy lines
buried the gold and made a map to it.
It's been lost for over a century.
It's a ghost!
You must find the lost payroll gold,
give it to the ghosts and then, they can rest in peace.
Hold the phone. The fake ghost of Abe Lincoln has a point.
If we find the gold,
we could use it to lure in the ghost sergeant and trap him.
A trap? That's totally my thing.
No. Excuse me. That's my thing.
Guys, guys. Why don't you just build the trap together?
But first, we have to find the gold.
There must be something we've overlooked.
Invisible ink!
During the Civil War...
They'd write in lemon juice and it would only appear when it was heated!
It's the old fort! That's where they must've buried the gold!
If we let the ghost get his map back,
when he comes for the gold,
we can trap him!
Great. But who's gonna be the bait?
I know a couple of guys that would make excellent ghost bait.
Like, man, Scoob,
why are we out here being ghost bait?
-Again. -Shaggy. That is not your line.
Uh, okay, okay, okay.
Oh, geez, Scoober!
We'll have to leave this map right here in this old cannon
so the ghosts can find their gold and rest in peace.
Map!
Act casual, Scoob.
Good idea, Norville.
Yes. We are leaving.
That ghastly ghoul took the bait and exited.
Stage left, even.
All set.
When he comes for the gold, we'll get him.
Shush! Quiet, will ya?
We're hiding, don't you know?
Since when does a ghost drive a tractor?
We did that bit already.
Oh. Okay. Sorry.
Now!
He's getting away! Hurry!
Trapped. In our own trap, even.
It didn't work!
Come on! We gotta catch that ghost!
Guys, you go after him.
Skip, come with me!
We're coming. We'll get him.
Just you wait.
Kick it into gear, Boo.
Fred, what's the plan to catch that ghost?
We can head him off at the pass!
Ugh. I hate that cliche.
You mean, battlefield pass.
Sounds like a plan.
Hold on!
Huh?
You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow...
by evading it today.
Now let's see who the zombie ghost sergeant really is.
It's Jebb?
I found the treasure map, and was gonna find the gold, too.
But then, my goodie goodie brother got involved.
I should've known it was you causing all this commotion, Jebb.
I told you. This gold should be in a museum
and used to support the upkeep of this battlefield, brother.
Hmph. That's why I hid the map from you in the first place.
You hid the map in the cannonball monument.
I did. To keep it out of my brother's hands.
Then he just started blasting and digging everywhere to find the gold.
He created the undead soldiers using the hologram projector
as a way to scare everyone away so he can search for the treasure.
And we used it to make giant ghosts of Scooby and Shaggy.
And I would've gotten away with it, too,
if it wasn't for you meddling kids!
Um. All... Uh, ten of you!
See what working together for a cause can do?
As I always said,
ask not what a mystery can do for you,
but what you can do for a mystery.
Hey, that quote's not even from Lincoln.
I said it first.
No, you didn't.
I did too, don't you know?
Ha. Gotcha!
Mudsy?
A pretend ghost pretending to be a ghost.
Huh?
You kids weren't solving the mystery.
You were making a mess.
So I thought you needed a little honesty from old Honest Abe.
And the rest is history, don't you know?
That still tickles. Don't you know?
All right. Mystery solved.
Now where is Mudsy's projector?
Projector, shamector.
Time to exit. Stage left, even.
And running all the way.
Zoom!
We heard there were a bunch of...
A whole bunch of ghosts around here.
What did we miss? What did we miss?
Look, Scoob. It's like a talking car.
Lame.
Okay. Now that's just silly.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!