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[Deep voice speaking indistinctly]

Huh? Hello? Is someone there?

Oh, cartwheeling kitchen camels!

Fred, if you've snuck in here again to conserve body heat

by lying across my legs...

[Deep voice laughing]

Ah! Fred?

[Gasping and groaning]

Whoa!

You! No!

Not again!

[Deep voice laughing]

[Deep voice speaking indistinctly]

Aah! [Deep voice screaming]

Santa? Wait, no, dad!

[Both gasping] Oh!

I've gotta get out of here!

Let me go!

Oh, oh! But, dad, what's happened?

[Deep voice laughing]

[Door closes]

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Scooby: Scooby dooby doo!

Gang, there's something wrong with my dad.

Every day for 2 weeks now,

he runs screaming down the hall

and ends up sleeping in the yard. Is that normal?

For your dad? Probably.

My mom was doing that for a while.

But it just turned out to be really bad gas,

according to the men who took her away.

I hear that. Like, a couple of late night

jalapeno-stuffed clam poppers and it's another all-nighter

on the porcelain! Raggy, please!

[School bell rings]

Dude, Fred, if you want,

Scooby and me could sleep over tonight.

And my mom has a whole section of herbal sleep remedies

at her shop.

We could stop by after school.

Oh, I'd really appreciate that. Thanks, gang.

See you after class.

Daphne, are you ok?

You look unperfect.

Velma, when you were going out with Shaggy,

did you ever have trust issues?

He dumped me for a dog. A dog!

Then he started acting all, "I want you, Velma" again

before I sent him back to his dog.

So, yeah, there were a few trust issues. Why?

Lately, Fred has been a little obsessive.

He's even made a schedule so he knows where I am

and what I'm doing every moment of the day.

Look at this.

That's only today. Part one... of twelve!

I mean, I know he's complicated.

No, he's not.

But with the way he wants to control everything I do,

I'm starting to feel like one of his traps.

Here ya go.

A sampling of my best herbal teas

guaranteed to relax body and soul.

Who wants to try? [Tea bubbling]

Your father don't need no tea, man.

Your father need an exorcist, man. A ghost hunter.

I'm sorry, but who are you

and what are you doing skulking in my mom's bookcases?

It's ok, Velma.

This is my new barista, Lady Marmalade.

Barista? Is that like a massage therapist?

Because I have got this knot...

I make coffee drinks, girly.

Espresso, chai latte, mocha chaka lata yayas, and the like.

I also cast evil spirits out of unclean souls.

You think my dad's soul could be unclean?

Hmm, from your aura?

It could definitely use a good washing.

If you need me, boy, I'll be behind the milk steamer.

[Laughs] Isn't she great?

I'm just a sucker for that accent!

[Crickets chirping]

Hey, guys. Thanks again for spending the night.

Why, no problemo, Fred.

If mayor dad is in trouble...

We're here to help.

Doh!

Whoa-ho-ho. She's hot.

Cool it, scoob. Like, that's Fred's mom.

She left when he was a baby. He doesn't...

Talk about her much.

Sorry, Fred. I didn't mean anything.

Ah, it's ok, scoob. She was pretty.

Maybe someday I'll get to tell her that in person.

So, uh, anything else you guys need?

Ah, well, maybe just one other thing.

- Oh! - Oh!

- Heaven! - Heaven!

[All groaning]

The doctor is in, and I'm sorry to inform you, but,

your health insurance has been denied!

[All groaning]

Ha ha!

[Groaning continues]

Like, man, I am stuffed.

Ohh!

Yeah. I need another stomach

for my stomach.

- Pre-bed pizza? - Absolutely!

[Sighing]

[Screaming]

Dad! I'm coming!

Huh?

Toddling timber monkeys, Fred! Help!

Shaggy, Scooby, I need you now!

Zoinks! That sounded like...

Fred!

[Deep voice speaking indistinctly]

Going somewhere?

[Laughing]

[Cackling]

I am an evil pizza!

Like, that is so wrong!

[Cackling]

Zoinks!

[Groaning]

Rawr! Huh?

Hold on, dad!

To what? I'm on the ceiling!

Whoa!

[Groaning]

Grab this. It's a fairway wood, it's safe!

[Both yelling]

It's really quiet out there.

[Screaming]

[Both yelling]

Ohh!

[Deep voice laughing]

[Birds chirping]

Forget it, Fred, I'm not going back.

Dad, please. I can solve this mystery.

Fine, solve away.

Oh, and when you're driven mad

and screaming into the night without me,

could you remember to grab me some more socks?

I'm short a few pairs.

And what's with the sunflower seeds?

I've been finding them all over the house.

I... I don't know.

It's ok, Fred. We'll figure this out.

Daphne, please.

We don't have hugs scheduled until later this afternoon.

You don't understand, dude.

Like, food turned against us.

There's no reason to go on living.

I'm sure you two will eat again...

Probably in the next 10 minutes or so.

Listen to me, everybody. Something's trying to hurt my dad

and I'm going to figure out what it is.

But I can't do it alone.

I'm going to need all of your help,

including yours, dad.

What?

I can't hear you, I'm too comfortable.

I'm serious. And to prove it,

if I can't solve what's happening to you,

I'll give up mystery solving forever.

And I'll be whatever you want me to be.

- Really? - Freddy, no!

Too late, he said it. No going backsies.

I've got witnesses, Fred.

[Crickets chirping]

With these cameras set up around the house,

we'll be able to watch and record anything that comes after my dad.

But there's only one problem.

I'm a trap guy. I have absolutely no idea

how this stuff works.

Don't worry. I've been stripping

dialectic insulation off my coax since before I could walk.

Get ready to worship the Velma.

Oh, yeah! [Banging on door]

- Hmm? - Almost forgot.

One more part to my plan.

- Lady Marmalade? - That's right.

Now let's get started, man.

I got a pile of chicken bones and scented candles

stinking up me butt bag.

Couldn't we have done the séance somewhere else?

This comforter is genuine ermine.

Fred, not now, man.

This room is the focus of the haunting.

- Are we going to talk to g-g-ghosts?

Yes, barky. With this spirit board.

Saw one of these in a van ghoul movie once.

You ask it questions, right?

Spirit board, if Scooby Doo and I were superheroes,

what would our names be?

Steel... Panther...

Oh-ho-ho!

And the amazing fanglorious!

Cool. Uh, who's who?

The spirit board is not to be trifled with.

This is serious stuff, man.

[All gasp]

The spirits have heard us.

Now, who would like to ask a real question?

I guess I will.

Um, hi, spirits. Thanks for coming.

I'm Daphne. And I guess my question is,

if you like a boy but he kind of has control issues...

Ok, that's it! We're done.

But, Lady Marmalade, the haunting!

[Blowing] I am a fourth generation voodoo goddess!

I sleep on a bed of alligator skull and hot coal.

That takes skill, man. I'm gone.

No one's going anywhere. It's my haunting.

I'll ask a question.

Ok, spirits, listen up.

Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?

[All gasp]

What's it saying?

"I am an old friend

"and I want

what you took from me."

Dad, does that mean something to you?

No, of course not! Lady Bouillabaisse...

Marmalade.

Whatever. Is obviously trying to pull

some sort of scam.

[All screaming] My ermine!

Oh, you done it now, man.

You've disrespected the spirits,

and now they're mighty angry!

Huh?

[Deep voice laughing]

[All screaming]

[Deep voice screaming and laughing]

Give me it!

Like, this is worse than being attacked by our favorite foods!

I'll say! [Both yelling]

[Indistinct yelling]

[Roaring]

[Growling] [Growling]

[Hissing]

[All gasping and groaning]

Freddy! Ahh, aaaah!

Knock it off, Tyler!

[Roaring]

Fred, you know that moose?

I spent a lot of time alone. He's a good listener.

[All yelling]

Dudes!

Like, that was close!

I'll say. Dad, I don't know what's in there,

but it sure hates you.

Dad?

Fred!

Dad!

Dad! Can you hear me?! Dad!

Lady Marmalade, you've dealt with this kind of thing before.

What do we do?

Voodoo is very clear

in what to do in situations like this, girly.

Run! Oh, ohh!

Like, wow. All this time I had no idea

running away from monsters had anything to do with voodoo.

Fred, come back!

Dad, dad, can you hear me?

If you can't speak, just blink twice.

Wait, that only works if I can see him.

Fred, what about the cameras?

We can rewind them and see what happened.

I'll cue it up right before the door slammed.

[Fred sighs]

Do you mind?

I know holding hands isn't on the schedule, but...

That's ok, daph. I'm sorry for being so obsessive lately.

It's... it's just that people around me, people I care about...

I keep losing them.

I guess I'm afraid of losing you, too, Daph.

You're never going to lose me, Fred.

Got it!

That's right before he was grabbed.

Play it forward, Velma.

He wasn't grabbed.

Like, he did it himself.

That can't be. We missed something.

Find another camera.

That looks like the thing we found in the Darryl Mansion.

No, the markings are different.

It must be another piece.

But why does my dad have it?

[Screaming]

Dad?

But why is he screaming? He's all alone.

What we're watching is a minute behind.

That could mean... Dad!

Hold on, I'm coming!

Dad, where are you? Where are you?

Dad, are you in here?

Ohh.

No.

[Gasping] He's gone. I failed.

You didn't fail, Fred. We'll find him.

Let's go, you two.

There has to be some clues around here somewhere.

[Sniffing]

Huh? [Sniffing]

Hey, I found something.

Sunflower seeds.

Hey, my dad said he'd been finding them all over the house.

[Sniffing] Hmm.

[Whimpering]

Phew!

Like, what is that thing?

It's one of my traps.

But it looks like someone has modified it...

To shoot fire!

Why would one of your traps be under your dad's bed?

I've got traps all over the house.

I mean, how would it look? Me, an expert trapper,

letting someone break into my house and not trapping them?

Fred, that's exactly what's happened here.

Could someone have accessed your traps to use them against your father?

Well, they'd have to outsmart me first.

I mean, come on.

Mm-hmm.

Ok, maybe, if they hacked my computer.

It controls everything I've set up.

But still, it would take a genius.

A genius that eats sunflower seeds.

Gang, I think we're close to solving this mystery.

But to do that, we're going to need

to make sure no ghost gets out of this house.

[Beeping]

[Crickets chirping]

Now, time to abandon the house and put our trap in motion.

Scared away so easily?

I'm disappointed, Mystery Incorporated.

I expected more from you.

Huh?

[Roaring]

[Groaning]

[Roaring]

[Groaning]

We got 'em!

Oof.

Eahhh! Wood gets older than kindle!

Nice to see you again... Professor Pericles.

Well, hello, children.

How did you know?

Simple. There's only one brain large enough, beside my own,

that could have pulled this off.

We found the trojan horse program you put on Fred's laptop

that let you control all of Fred's traps remotely.

Fred really should have come up

with a more secure password than "trappin' guy".

Once you had control of the traps, it was like

totally simple to simulate a haunting

and terrify the Mayor.

And your avian attributes provided the means

to make your spooky shadow creep float like a real ghost.

Too bad for you your avian diet gave you away.

Oh, what can I say?

A bird's got to eat.

It still doesn't explain where my dad is,

and why you were haunting him.

Why do you think?

I wanted his piece of the planispheric disc, of course.

I knew he would have it close.

I just didn't know where.

So I decided to scare it out of him.

Planispheric disk?

But how did you know he had it in the first place?

Because, dear friend, he stole it from me

a long time ago.

Don't believe me? Ask him yourself.

[Grunting]

[All yelling]

[Thud]

I am the smartest criminal parrot in the world!

You didn't think I have a back-up plan?

[Laughing]

Until we meet again.

Auf wiedersehen, Mystery Incorporated.

Did you know we were standing on a trap?

Honestly, there's so many in this house,

I've kinda lost track.

[Muffled yelling]

Zoinks! Another ghost!

- Dad! - Whoa!

[All groaning]

You're ok!

Dimpled puppet eggs, Fred!

I am clearly not ok. Untie me.

Dad, the house wasn't haunted at all.

It was Professor pericles.

Pericles? Are you sure?

Did he get the...

Planispheric disk? Yeah.

He said you stole it from him.

That's... that's absurd!

We confiscated it off him years ago,

when we locked him up.

I've felt it was best to keep it here, safe.

That's why I went back in for it.

Mayor Jones, why would Professor Pericles

want that piece of the disk so badly?

Oof! Ha! How should I know?

Are you kids trying to imply something?

Because if you are... No, no, dad.

We're just all really happy you're ok.

That's what's important, right, gang?

This mystery is over.

I'm not sure this mystery is over at all.

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