We've reached the vault. Preparing to secure secret recipe.
Let's get out of here!
Whoever you are, whatever you are, please, don't—
No!
Well, here we are, gang. Munchville, Ohio. Snack capital of the world.
That factory makes Cheese Fluffs.
And that one makes Pirate's Looty.
And over there's the home of Smackin' Lips Chips.
This is, like, the best prize ever.
Some prize. We should be tanning on an exotic island right now.
Well, that's Shaggy for you.
Only he would find a one-in-a-million golden biscuit...
and choose a factory tour over a trip to Aruba.
There it is. There it is, Scoob. The king of tasty treats.
The Scooby Snax factory.
Step on it, Fred. We don't want to miss our tour.
Sorry, boys, but a good driver always obeys the speed limit.
I can't believe I'm finally here. Somebody pinch me.
- Sorry. - You must be the contest winners.
I'm Penelope Bailey. This is my father Earnest, the owner of the factory.
Welcome to our savory wonderland...
where dreams abound, and fear is all around.
He means "fun." Where fun is all around.
You'll have to excuse him. He hasn't been getting enough sleep...
but he's still sharp as a tack. Aren't you, Pops?
Okay, then, let's start our tour.
- Cool. - Actually, the tour starts over there...
in the sterilization chamber.
Why do I get the feeling something bad is about to happen?
My hair. It's ruined.
Mine too.
Hey. nice style.
Thank you. Thank you very much, ma'am.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
We take every sanitary precaution here at the factory.
Right, Dad? Dad? Dad!
Yes, well...
To the tour tram.
Ingredients are mixed into a batter, baked, seasoned, packaged...
and shipped to every supermarket in the world.
Oh, boy. You have the best job ever.
You get to eat Scooby Snax 365 days a year.
Even more in leap years.
Actually, I'm allergic to Scooby Snax.
They make me break out in hives, but fortunately, I don't ever handle the food.
Doesn't that look exciting? I bet you two would love to go in there.
Yeah.
Well, too bad it's off-limits.
There sure are a lot of snack factories in town.
- Do you ever share recipes? - Oh, no.
We keep our recipes secret.
But thankfully, we've got a good security system here.
Just between you and me, what's in the secret recipe?
Oh, I'd love to tell you...
but some things are better left unsaid.
Well, that's our tour.
- Already? - What about the rest of the factory?
- Aren't you gonna show us that? - Uh, no. It's messy.
Terribly messy. But, hey, our gift shop is still open.
Please spend as much money as you can.
He means "time." As much time as you can.
Come on, Dad. We've got work to do.
Oh, do you smell that, Scoob?
Smells like Scooby Snack batter, and I think it's calling us.
Check it out, Scooby. An entire river of snack batter.
I knew I should have brought my swim trunks.
I said get your paws out of there.
Who are you?
Mr. Moss T. Meister, quality technologist, and I'm warning you...
do not contaminate my precious mix.
- Like, we just wanted a taste. - A taste?
Several months ago, an employee said the same thing...
right before he fell into a vat and suffered a horrible fate.
He mutated into a slimy sludge monster made out of Scooby Snack batter.
But that's not the worst part.
Because now the monster haunts the factory...
and just last night it attacked two intruders.
They got away, but barely. If you value your lives you'll leave at once.
That means now!
Excuse me, how much is—?
Not again.
Could you ring these up, Miss Trudy?
Today's my first day on the job...
and I haven't used the register yet, but I'll try.
You're gonna have to ring these up yourselves. I gotta go find a bandage.
The service here is lousy, but at least we're shopping.
I think we're lost, Scoob. Which way should we...?
Hello.
That smell, it's just so sweet, so juicy, so—
Ghastly. It's the monster.
Mon— Mon— The monster.
- Monster. - Did he say "monster"?
Well, gang, looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.
Quick, Scoob, hide in there. I think we lost him.
And even better, we've struck batter. Start slurping, Scoob.
Why must you smell so good?
- There they are. - And there they go.
Shaggy.
Quick, Scoob. The center bolt. Try to loosen it.
No. Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey. Hurry. I'm losing my grip.
Talk about an unruly fan.
I don't know about you, Scoob, but I think I'm done exploring.
Me too.
Holy munchies. If you're gonna be lost in a spooky factory...
this is the place.
Yeah.
A monster scared off all the workers.
If we don't get rid of it soon, I'll have to close the factory and expire.
- You mean "retire." - There's a difference?
We can help, but first we've got to find our friends.
Things are about to get very spook—
Don't mind him.
He gets a little nutty when he's tired on account of his sleepwalking.
Let's go, Dad. It's naptime.
So Earnest is a sleepwalker. Interesting.
And suspicious...
but we've still got to find Shaggy and Scooby. We need a plan.
Yeah, we need—
Hey, that's my cue. Let's split up.
Good idea. You don't mind searching alone, do you?
By myself? In this haunted fact—
Yeah, sure. I'm cool with that.
So that's why the power went off. It was on a timer.
Which means anyone could have set it.
I'm at the vault. The secret recipe will soon be ours.
Hey, it's that gift-shop girl.
If I'm dreaming, don't pinch me.
This time, I said don't pinch me.
Somebody wants to make a meal out of us.
Help!
- Excuse me, mister? - It's Mr. Meister...
and this lab is off-limits.
Oh, sorry. I'm looking for a dog and a lanky teen. Have you seen them?
You're after the secret recipe, aren't you?
No, no, no.
Although it would be neat to find out.
I bet it has jelly in it, or bacon, or maybe guacamole.
I knew it. You're a spy. All of you are.
And as soon as I tell Earnest, he's going to go mad.
- You mean, like, crazy mad? - Oh, yeah.
If I were you, I'd watch my step.
Boy, are we glad to see you two.
But did you have to invite him?
He won't find us in here.
Come on. Is there any hiding place this monster doesn't know?
Talk about a dream turning into a nightmare.
We're gonna drown in snack batter, Scoob.
Help.
I'd recognize that "zoinks" anywhere. Shaggy and Scooby are in trouble.
Let's hurry.
We're too late.
Where did the batter go?
Thank goodness you're both okay.
Not to mention...
well fed.
Why is it every time the monster appears...
Earnest and Penelope are gone?
Has anyone seen them?
No, but I ran into Mr. Meister, and let me tell you...
he's very protective of that recipe.
I also found this mask. You won't believe who it belongs to.
Trudy was wearing it. The girl from the gift shop.
She seems to be sneaking around.
So maybe she's behind all of this. What do you think, Velm—? Velma?
Two hazardous material suits are missing.
Want to bet our monster is using one of them?
- Oh, thank goodness you're here. - What happened?
Father was sleepwalking again, so I went looking for him...
but the monster jumped me. I've been tied up ever since.
It's time we turned the tables on this monster once and for all.
Great. And while you three are turning the tables...
Scoob and I will be eating at one.
Actually, my plan includes you two.
And we'll wait for the monster to appear, while Shaggy and Scooby act as bait.
Like, isn't it somebody else's turn?
Guys, you're forgetting, we're looking for a monster covered in Scooby Snax.
You two have noses like bloodhounds for that stuff.
That suddenly reminds me, I'm catching a cold.
Oh, man, I smell something good, which can only be bad.
Keep an eye out for that monster, Scoob.
The monster. It's here.
It's circling us, Scoob. Hunting us down. Luring us into a deliciously vicious—
Quick, in here.
Let me out of here!
Just as I suspected. Trudy's a spy.
She's been trying to steal the secret recipe for a rival factory.
Well, there you have it. Mystery solved. Let's get back to bathing in batter.
Wait. Didn't Trudy just start working here?
That monster's been around for months.
Velma, you think too much. Let's go.
But if Trudy's not the monster, then that can only mean...
That's the monster.
I bet that monster is mean Mr. Meister.
That's easy for you to say.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Penelope Bailey?
Penelope?
You're the monster?
I'm afraid she is.
Penelope faked being attacked by the monster...
but I knew she was lying when we found snack batter in her office...
yet not one drop was on her.
That's because Penelope's allergic to Scooby Snax.
The HAZMAT suit was to protect her from getting a rash.
Not to mention, it made her look more menacing.
I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you pestering kids.
That's "meddling" kids, with an "M."
But why, Penny? Why do it at all?
I wanted to scare away thieves and protect our secret recipe.
I was only looking out for the family business.
Oh, don't you fret.
Now that you've solved our monster problem...
I don't have to close the factory.
I'd say that deserves a reward.
Like a lifetime supply of Scooby Snax.
Dig in, kiddos.
I guess a lifetime supply doesn't go as far as it used to.
I can fix that.
Hop aboard.
Scooby-Snacky-Doo!