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Dylan, are you sure it's a good idea to go to an amusement park

after just getting out of the hospital? I mean

we were kidnapped and man-handled by a really mean man-crab.

I believe it's crab-handled, not man-handled.

And it was all bogus, remember? They caught the guy.

Creepy, Spooky Terrorland is totally safe.

Besides, attendance is so bad,

the tickets are super cheap.

Hey, hey.

Ride the Nauseator. No waiting, ever.

Oh!

Hey, this thing is pretty--

Aah!

Oh!

Oh, my sternum.

Look at that view, Bren.

You can see all of Crystal Cove from here.

You're right. From up here,

it doesn't look like such a scary place to live.

And maybe everything will turn out all right for us.

- Oh, Brenda. - Oh, Dylan.

Let's table our emotional embrace.

Totes. At least we're together and safe.

Aah!

These grounds are now the domain of the Manticore.

Aah!

Hey, hey. Ride the Nauseator. No waiting, ever.

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If I'd known this was all it'd take to get your attention,

I'd have just rung the bell.

I want to see Mr. E., now.

The Mystery, Inc. kids have found a piece of the planospheric disc.

So now, we know where 2 of the pieces are.

Good work, Angel.

Just remember, I'm working with you, not for you, E.

I'm worried about those kids.

Why?

Pericles is loose,

and that nutso parrot might go after the piece,

which puts them in danger--

And us, if the former members of our club get wind of it.

Don't worry, little Angel.

The other 2 won't move a muscle

as long as Fred Jones is still alive.

Look, this isn't easy for me,

but I need your help.

Our help? Dad.

Are we...bonding?

Look at me! I'm shaking!

Galloping gopher ponies, Fred. Don't get all girly on me.

I asked you here because

this Manticore problem may be my fault.

Your fault?

I was looking around the Internet

for something that might help the park

when I found hauntedattractions-forsale.scared,

advertising an ancient Persian temple haunted by a Manticore.

Oh, come on.

Who buys a temple on the Internet?

Sorry, sir.

It was a deal.

I paid the owners of the temple

in leftover Que Horiffico t-shirts,

and they shipped the temple up here.

Seemed like a good idea at the time to boost tourism,

but now, it appears that a Manticore is actually eating tourists.

What can I say? Buyer's remorse.

We'll do it! We'll fix this for you.

I can't tell you what it means to me

that you're actually asking for our help.

This is going to be great, dad.

We'll go on team stakeouts together.

We'll build traps together.

Yeah. I won't be taking part in any of that.

Understood.

But I know you'll be there in spirit.

Let's wrap this one up neat and fast, gang.

My dad's counting on us.

We're running a special on our nefarious nachos.

Where?

Sorry, mister. Which way did he say the nachos were?

Not now, Shaggy.

We're here to solidify my relationship with my father.

And save the amusement park.

I'm afraid Creepy, Spooky Terrorland may be beyond saving.

Oh, I'm the owner, Winslow Fleach,

and this is my daughter.

Hot Dog Water.

Hello, Velma.

Hot Dog Water?

Is that some sort of nickname, honey?

Look, sometimes, I recycle the water

we boil the park's hot dogs in for bathing,

to save money, but...heh.

It's OK, dad. We don't need to explain our ways.

Besides, Velma and I are old friends from the science fair circuit.

Yeah. Sorry about beating you again this year.

Well...[Sighs] It might be the last science fair you compete in, darling.

With the park going under, I'll never be able to pay for college.

It's that bad?

I've constructed a detailed financial model,

taking into account 300 variables,

and they all say the same thing.

Close the park, immediately.

Oh, no, no. Wait. Please.

Can't you just hold off a little while

and give us a chance to investigate?

Well, I suppose I can't get any more broke.

All right.

Can we go investigate the nachos?

No. We're going to start where this all started--

The temple.

Like, we would have been better off investigating the nachos.

You can learn a lot from artificially flavored cheese sauce.

Uh-huh!

Learning is yummy!

Guys, this temple is our only lead,

and we shouldn't stop until we've seen every inch of...

it.

You know, even for a place called Creepy, Spooky Terrorland,

this is pretty scary.

Look at those shadows up there.

That's a perfect place for a trap.

Be gone!

Or a Manticore.

I will feast on your bones.

Aah!

Awesome!

My dad is going to be stoked.

Hey, wait! Where are you going?

Faster!

Like, if we had gone to investigate the nachos,

none of this would have happened.

Through here!

We lost it.

Guys, what are you doing?

Let's get back out there and catch that thing.

All we need is bait.

Who here has the most delicious bones?

- Freddy! - Hey, gang, look at this.

They turned this temple into an amusement park ride, remember?

All we have to do is ride the ride and get off at the exit.

Like, already on it. Hop in, everybody.

Scooby-Doo, hit the power.

You got it.

Ahh. This is, like, the only way to get away from monsters.

Aah!

On second thought, there's probably a better way!

Aah!

Aah!

Everybody, get ready!

Jump!

Infernal contraption! Release me!

That was, like, way too close!

Tell me about it. Phew!

We're going to have to get closer if we're going to solve this mystery.

First, we need to find out more about this temple my dad bought.

A manti-what?

Manticore. It's got the body of a lion,

dragon wings, scorpion tail, and a terrifying man face.

My dad bought it with some t-shirts online.

Outsourcing monsters. Sounds like the Mayor.

What was the name of that site? Oh, yeah...

Hauntedattractions-forsale.scared.

Here it is.

Hmm. Looks like the temple was the last thing they had to sell.

It says they're closed.

It says a lot more than that. This website is a fake.

Like, how can you tell?

- All these photos of so-called haunted attractions?

Don't they look familiar?

- Hey, that's not a life-sized, possessed tribal idol,

it's the Statue of Liberty.

- Someone went to a lot of trouble to put this site together--

someone with serious computer expertise.

I'm starting to think we might not be dealing with a real Manticore here.

I think you're right, Daphne.

You and Velma and I better go back to my dad's office

and ask some more questions.

Shaggy, you and Scooby head over to Creepy, Spooky Terrorland.

There may be more clues there.

- Great. - Great.

And don't start with the nachos.

- Aww! - Aww! Shoot!

Hang back a second, girl.

You tell the rest of the gang about our little secret?

You mean that your real name is Cassidy Williams,

and you're an original member of Mystery, Incorporated?

No, I haven't,

because you said you were going to do it.

Soon as things are safe, baby. Which reminds me,

you still have that weird piece of disc

you found in the old Darrow Mansion?

Fred has it. He hid it somewhere.

Good. As long as it's safe.

Safe from whom?

Child, it's best right now

if you didn't know the answer to that.

Dad.

What are you doing?

- Oh! Oh. Just--uh,

just studying plans for my mayoral library

that will be built after my term's over.

Um, only presidents get libraries when their terms end, sir.

Yes. That's why I'm voting no on the library.

So, have you solved my Manticore problem?

- Mr. Mayor, we were wondering--

Did someone tell you about the website you used to buy the temple?

No, I just typed "haunted attractions" into the search engine.

And you didn't notice anything unusual about the website?

No.

Well, if you think of anything,

you'll call me. Right, dad?

Sure. You or Velma. Probably Velma.

Just keep working on this Manticore thing, all right?

You got it, dad.

Well, like, I guess there's no clues in the cotton candy. Ha ha!

Nope! Just sugary goodness.

What other snacks can we investigate that aren't, like, nachos?

Those churros look suspicious.

- Good spotting, Scooby-Doo.

Let's interrogate them in our bellies.

Eww. You smell that, Scoob?

P.U.! I just lost my appetite.

How many plushie char-gar Gothicon dolls do we still have to get rid of?

About 5,000.

We'll give away 5 with every churro purchased.

Good plan, dad,

especially since Velma and her friends

haven't been able to solve our Manticore problem.

Hot Dog Water's right.

We need to focus. Concentrate.

Yeah. Let's find some clues.

Phew.

Yeah. This is, like, hard work.

How about a break, Scoob?

Ok. Whoo-hoo!

Roller coaster!

Actually, this is, like,

as good of a place to search for clues as anywhere else.

Good point, Raggy.

I mean, who's to say that up here,

we won't find some sign of the...

Ohh!

The Manticore!

Farewell, mortals.

Once again, to your doom.

Scoob!

This isn't good!

No. Not good.

But this is worse!

Oh, thank goodness you're alive!

By the way, you owe me for those 3 rides.

What happened, you guys?

It was, like, the Manticore!

Yeah. He grabbed us.

What's with the voices, you two?

You sound like you've been sucking on helium balloons.

Maybe this is what happens when you inhale too much Manticore.

- Hmm. - That's it.

I am closing this park right this very second.

Good idea, dad.

I can't stand seeing you like this,

and we don't want anyone else to get hurt.

No way! I'm not letting you shut down

Creepy, Spooky Terrorland.

Huh?

My father wants this park to succeed,

and he's counting on me and my friends

to help make sure that that happens.

And I am not going to let him down,

especially now that we've become so close.

It sounds like you've got a plan, Freddy.

I do. I know just what we need to trap this Manticore.

Ok. While Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby are prepping the Manticore bait,

we just need to grab a few things.

- Like? - Rope, a stapler,

tennis rackets, and 4 pounds of Halibut.

Uh, the Halibut's in my room for emergency reasons.

Velma, you get that, and I'll get the rest.

Mayor Jones?

Oh! Aha. Ahh, Velma.

I was just, um, looking for my receipt for that crazy temple.

In Fred's drawers?

Yes. Well, it's always the last place you look.

Isn't that what they say?

But unfortunately, not here. Excuse me.

Got 'em. Good. Let's go.

Fred, just curious.

You know that disc piece we found?

What did you do with it?

Huh? Oh. I gave it to Shaggy and Scooby.

- You what? - Well,

they're the last people anyone would suspect

of having anything important, right?

Wow. That's actually kind of genius.

Sometimes you astound me, Freddy Jones.

I can't take much more of this.

Me neither.

This is the last of the nacho cheese, guys.

You can't eat this coating.

You guys look perfect!

Why are we, like, doing this again?

Well, as everyone knows,

Manticores have a legendary fondness for human flesh.

The Halibut and spicy cheese sauce?

It's kind of my own special touch.

Must not lick self.

Must be--

S-s-strong.

You guys will walk back and forth in front of the temple,

luring the Manticore out.

Then, we'll bash it with tennis rackets

and staple its wings to the ground. Sound good?

Oh. Like, oops.

- Now what are we going--

You guys smell that?

- Smells like... - Manticore!

- No. Wait. I got it-- Ohh!

Aah!

Daphne!

Oh! Oh!

Aah!

Gotcha! Oh!

Got you!

Like, who's going to get me?

I'll save you, Shaggy!

Ohh.

- Yeah! Ride 'em, Scooby-Doo!

Thanks! I'm trying!

- You are doomed, flea-covered one! Doomed!

Whoa!

- Aah! - Aah!

No, fool!

No!

- Look at that! Are Manticores double-jointed?

This is no Manticore, Daphne.

This is...

Hot Dog Water?

Just as I suspected.

It totally makes sense when you put the clues together.

Someone with computer skills had to make that fake website,

and Hot Dog Water has those skills.

And remember, just before the Manticore attacked,

I smelled something familiar.

It was briny, greasy Hot Dog Water.

But what I don't know is why Shaggy and Scooby had such high voices

after you attacked them before,

or why you'd want this amusement park to close so badly.

How could you know? Your intellect is so far inferior to mine.

It all started on a boring Friday night

when I didn't have a date.

Hard to imagine.

I decided to run some experiments

on the steel used to build the park's rides.

I found that if you melted the steel down

and combined it with chromium, stalagnite, and Mercury phosphate,

it created a kind of super helium.

Shaggy and Scooby must have inhaled some helium gas

from the Manticore's posterior relief hole.

That's why their voices were so high.

I figured if I could get the park to close,

I could take all the steel, melt it down,

and sell the super helium to the Australian zeppelin fleet.

I'd have made a fortune

and shown you up in the process, Velma.

Another mystery solved.

It still seems like something's missing.

"Meddling kids and their dog will foil your plan."

Yep. That would be it.

I know who has the planospheric disc piece,

but not where.

Speak.

I put a bug on Velma when I saw her earlier.

She didn't suspect a thing.

Later, I heard Fred tell her

that Shaggy and Scooby have the piece.

But he didn't say anything more than that.

He told Velma and us enough.

Everything will work out just fine.

You see, Scooby is a far more trusting companion

than Pericles was to me.

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