While in Washington D.C., the kids visit the Splitsonian Institution (a parody of the Smithsonian Institution), but lose Scooby and get locked in after hours. While searching for Scooby, they find strange goings on at the museum, like a locomotive moving on its own, and the ghosts of American traitors Benedict Arnold and William Demont and British spy John Andre haunting the building.
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00:00With sad eyes, an infectious smile, friendly face, skinny tail, and a tremendous appetite.
00:05Hmm. Well, that sounds like a fine pooch, but I haven't seen him anywhere.
00:10I'll help you kids find him, but you better hurry. It's only a couple of minutes till closing time.
00:14All right. Let's split up and start searching. We'll meet back at the big locomotive.
00:25Hey, this is serious. I can't find Scooby anywhere.
00:29Me neither. I even checked the dinosaur exhibit. You know how he feels about bones.
00:34He's just a beast.
00:35I wish that old train would shut up already. I can't hear myself think.
00:40Maybe if I jiggle this operator.
00:46Did you hear that?
00:47I'd recognize that relp anywhere.
00:51It's Scooby.
00:52And that weak, pathetic relp is coming from under this big, massive locomotive.
00:56Look, there's an open trap door under the train.
00:59Scooby must be down there.
01:01Hurry. There's still time to get him out before they close up.
01:06Relp.
01:08Don't move, Scoob. We'll have you out in a jiffy. Don't move.
01:12Don't move?
01:16All rounds completed. The museum's empty as usual.
01:19I guess those nice kids found their dog and left.
01:22I would want to stay in this creepy castle. Quit jabbering and set the time lock.
01:36That sure is a crazy-looking contraption.
01:39I wonder what it is.
01:40Replica of E. L. I. Whitney's cotton gin.
01:43Invented in 1793, the cotton gin made America the largest cotton producer in the world.
01:49Cotton gin?
01:50For once, Scooby's right. That rotten gin gave him a rotten time.
01:56Hurry. Let's get out of here before the museum closes.
01:59And we're locked in for the night.
02:02Oh, look. He means, look.
02:06It's Benedict Arnold, William Dumont, and Major Andre.
02:10Arnold, Dumont, Andre?
02:13In red underwear?
02:15They sure do look silly without their uniforms.
02:19You tell them to get dressed. There are ladies in the room.
02:22Stop being silly. They must be spares for those dummies upstairs.
02:29Look. It's Benedict Arnold.
02:31You mean the ghost of Benedict Arnold.
02:33He sure got dressed in a hurry.
02:38He's locked us in.
02:41Freddy was right.
02:42What do you mean, right?
02:44That's positively the ghost of Benedict Arnold.
02:47Ghost?
02:49How can you be sure?
02:51The real Benedict Arnold was a traitor who was going to surrender West Point to the Redcoats in 1780.
02:57Daphne's right. He's been dead for almost 200 years.
03:01200 years?
03:03That guard was right. I think this place is haunted.
03:06Start thinking about how we're going to get out of this dull, dark dungeon.
03:10This place has more corridors than an octopus has tentacles.
03:15If we only knew an octopus, he could tell us which way is out.
03:18I know. Let's split up and start searching.
03:20Good idea.
03:27Look. Wet footprints.
03:29Just like that grumpy old guard made in the main exhibit hall.
03:33Let's follow him. Maybe they'll lead us to a way out of this place.
03:38Hey. Those wet footprints dead end at the dead end.
03:42That's strange. They seem to go right under the wall.
03:45If you think that's strange, look what's coming down the corridor.
03:51It's the ghost of Benedict Arnold and Major Andre.
03:54Let's get out of here.
03:57Come on, Scoob. There's a time and place for eating.
04:00Which is all the time and any place.
04:02But not now. And not here.
04:06Don't take that.
04:09Come on, Scoob. There's a time and place for eating.
04:12Which is all the time and any place.
04:14But not now. And not here.
04:19Don't take that.
04:28Oh. What a bump.
04:31No.
04:35This is no time for laughing, Scoob.
04:37You ruined a perfectly good dinosaur.
04:41It's the ghost of William Devine.