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(KEYBOARD CLICKING)

Hola, Daphanatics.

We're back with another episode of
Jeepers! It's Daphne!

Later in the show, you'll get a sneak
peak at my new modeling portfolio.

A lot of you keep posting
videos or comments...

asking me about my other career as a
mystery-solving teen monster-buster.

Like this video from
AlexSuperfan2112.

I heard that you're responsible for
breaking up the greatest band in history...

the Alex Super Experience.
Is that true?

It sure is, AlexSuperfan2112.

It all started when the band accidentally
conjured up the ghost of Mamba Wamba...

a creepy voodoo witch doctor.

Oh, look. We have a
live video chat.

- Hi, Daph.
- Hi, Fred.

Great show. I just wanted
to point out that,

as Velma has taught us again and again...
there's no such thing as ghosts.

Mamba Wamba here only pretended to
be an otherworldly witch doctor.

He was really a music producer
who got performer Lila...

to pretend to be a zombie in order to
steal a potentially lucrative pop song.

Oh. Wait, what?

- Like, hey, Daph.
- Shaggy. Scooby.

But I think the musical case was the one
with the green phantoms, wasn't it?

Oh, yeah. They were
really Creeps and Crawls,

a pair of crooked, aptly named
lawyers. We were in a tight spot...

but once again, Velma's brilliance solved
a musical riddle and saved our lives.

Huh? I thought we were gonna
see your modeling pics.

- Oh, hi, Velma.
- Hi, Daphne.

- Great show.
- Thanks.

Hey, I was just singing
your brain's praises.

I know, I was watching. But
that's just number crunching.

It's your personal magnetism that allows us
to get close enough to bust these sociopaths.

Like this one.
Remember Old Iron Face?

DAPHNE: Oh, do I ever. He was
actually café owner Mama Mione...

masquerading as the ghost of
a weird pirate or something...

to help convicts
escape from prison.

Wait, no. Like, you're
thinking of Redbeard's Ghost.

Man, ugh, that dude was creepy.

Yeah, creepy.

FRED: That's right. At least, until
we found out he was C.L. Magnus...

a shipping magnate who was stealing from
himself and pocketing the insurance.

- Mm-hm, that's right.
- (PHONE RINGS)

Hi, Daphanatic. What's your question?
Is it about my modeling pictures?

What? Oh, no, I just searched "Velma
Dinkley," and this website came up.

I have an urgent message for her.
My name is Cuthbert Crawley.

- I'm a lawyer for her family.
- Lawyer? Family? Uh, ha, ha.

Clearly this is some sort of scam.

Scam? Velma.

Oh, Daph. The Internet isn't exactly the
most reliable source of information.

Nobody checks anything.
I mean, look at this.

A super suit? Please.

And with tiny agents that
sit inside this thing?

Laughable.

Wait, you're saying that tiny
special agents aren't real? But...

Velma, you're ruining my show.

Besides, the beauty of the Internet
is the freedom of information.

And all the cool stuff
you can buy too.

Velma, please. It's
a family emergency.

You must come to my office
as soon as possible.

I'm texting you my address.

Whoops. Looks like we
lost him. Moving on.

He said it was an emergency.
We need to meet him right away.

- We don't, Freddy. It's really okay.
- Come on, gang. Time's a-wasting.

Well, Daphanatics,
I guess that's all for now.

Keep liking me. Please.

Ooh, wait. What about
the modeling pics?

(FRED BURPS)

Boy, it's great to have the
gang back together. Let's go.

Fred, you really don't have
to go to the trouble...

Nonsense. A road trip
is what we all need.

Come on, gang. Let's go
see this lawyer Crawley.

But, Fred, wait. Is the
Mystery Machine even ready?

Is she ready?

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

(ALL SCREAM)

FRED: She's ready.

Record time once again.

Oh, careful, gang. I just had her
detailed and her flowers touched up.

Daph, fingerprints.

Let's keep her as shiny as we
can for as long as we can.

I know it won't last
forever, but I have to try.

I love you.

Mm. You are such a beauty.

Such a beauty. I love you.

Velma, you are the sole beneficiary of your
great-great-uncle Baron Basil's estate.

Like, Mr. Crawley, when you said
the candy was complimentary...

do you mean it's, like, free?

Uh, yes.

As I was saying, due to an
unusual proviso in the will...

you, Velma, as the youngest
member of the Dinkleys...

inherit the entire property, including
the castle in Transylvania.

- Aah! Transylvania?
- Transylvania?

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

Uh, heh, I see. You needn't worry.

This castle isn't in Eastern Europe.
It's in Transylvania, Pennsylvania.

It's a rural village of ethnic
Transylvanians, who, like the Amish...

choose to live in a more traditional
19th-century lifestyle.

The 19th century?

(WHIMPERS)

CRAWLEY: Well, you must
be thrilled about this.

You'll be a woman of
property and inherit...

- all of your family's fortune.
- (BEEPING)

I don't want anything to do with
my great-great-uncle Basil.

They can give all of it
away, for all I care.

- Give it away?
- Why wouldn't you want it?

Perhaps that's just as well...

considering all that talk about the
supernatural curse hanging over the estate.

- Curse?
- Curse? Oh, ho-ho-ho.

Yes. It's said that anyone who gets
too close to the baron's legacy...

will lose what they love the most
and then be utterly destroyed.

Don't worry, we'll stay away
from the baron's legacy...

and his arm-acy and his foot-acy.

Wait a minute, Velma.

If you're related to a baron,
that makes you royalty.

You could inherit a tiara.

Why wouldn't you want your inheritance?
You don't believe in the curse, do you?

VELMA: Of course I don't believe in the
curse. You should know me better than that.

- Just leave it alone, Fred.
- (DEVICE BEEPING)

Jeepers, Fred. What...?

I know every sound the Mystery Machine
makes, and that is not one of them.

Everybody, down.

(BARON LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

MAN 1: And if it wasn't
for you meddling kids...

VELMA: Clearly it was all
just an elaborate hoax.

DAPHNE:
None of it seems to add up.

WOMAN: If it wasn't for you snooping
around, I would have gotten away with it.

DAPHNE: Another mystery solved.

MAN 2:
We don't need you kids interfering.

MAN 3: Meddling around where
you're not supposed to.

FRED: It was really just a
disguise to throw us off the...

DAPHNE: Fred, behind you.

SCOOBY: Scooby-Dooby-Doo.

You'll have all the time you need to
think about that, at the state prison.

VELMA: I have a hunch that this whole
mystery is about to be solved.

I guess you'll be going
away for a very long time.

FRED: And that explains why those
spooky creeps were able to fly.

That guy's the worst parking-lot
attendant in history.

That's no valet, Shaggy. That's
the Ghost of the Baron...

Velma's old ancestor and the source
of the curse I mentioned earlier.

Perhaps I should've been more
forthcoming about the details.

Gee, you think?

"Stay away from Transylvania."

Don't worry, we wouldn't be
caught dead in that town.

(WHIMPERS)

Sorry, Shaggy, but that is
exactly where we're going.

Jeepers, Freddy, I don't know.

We've faced a lot of
ghoulish creeps before,

but this one just blew
up the Mystery Machine.

And that's why we have to go, Daph.

Together we've brought down more
than our share of villains...

with nothing more than
pluck, jerry-rigged traps...

and a box of Scooby Snacks...

and for no better reason than a
love of justice and my van...

and a knack for meddling
and a love for my van.

- Did you just say "van"?
- No. No, I didn't say "van."

But now we find the forces
of evil have come to us.

Why? We don't know why.
Who? We can't say.

But there is one thing
we can say for certain.

- VELMA: What?
- They killed my van.

(SOBBING)

This time... This
time it's personal.

But, like, without the Mystery
Machine, how would we even get there?

The Transylvania Express.

Who'd have thunk there'd be a night
train to a town I never heard of?

(SCOOBY GIGGLES)

- SCOOBY: I love this train.
- Like, why?

Two words: snack bar.

Hoo-hoo-hoo. Yeah, at least
they do have a snack bar.

And I don't mind if I do.

Garçon, we'll take as many hamburger
platters that will fit on these trays.

And don't be afraid of stacking.

Sir, the Transylvanian
Express offers...

only a tasty array of traditional
Carpathian delicacies.

Carpa... Huh? Uh, what?

BOTH: Yuck!

(LAUGHS)

- DAPHNE: What's this?
- What's what, Daph?

It's that teen mystery
solver gossip site.

I thought there might be something about my
modeling or whatever, but check this out.

"What blue-spectacled teen super sleuth
is hiding a terrible family secret?

Hint: She wears orange
knee socks every day."

Velma, that's you.

The truth is out on the Internet.

Well, it looks like my
big secret is exposed.

I never wanted you guys to know.

Did you ever wonder why I'm so obsessed
with debunking the supernatural?

We just always assumed it was
something you fell into.

I was always curious about the
attachment to orange knee socks.

Because you totally pull them off.

Mm...

It's time you knew the truth.

My crusade of reason is the result
of my deep, shameful family secret.

Like many émigré families, our
original name was Americanized...

when we disembarked at Ellis
Island from the old country.

America. We are free, ah, ha!

You can't stop here. Move it along.

- Name?
- Von Dinkenstein.

BOTH: Von Dinkenstein?

Yes, I am the direct descendent of
the infamous Dr. Von Dinkenstein.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

VELMA: Back in the old country, legend had it
that he was the man who created a monster.

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

VELMA: It was this story that inspired
Mary Shelley to write her famous novel...

Frankenstein.

I don't believe that my
ancestor ever succeeded

in actually creating the
monster, of course...

but the fame created by Shelley's
story haunted my family.

It caused a kind of madness
in some of my relatives...

who wished to achieve where
my ancestors had failed.

Basil reclaimed the family
name, and its occupation.

(CELL PHONES CLICKING AND BEEPING)

VELMA: Guys. Did you even hear
a word of what I just said?

Well, yeah. Your great-great-uncle
Baron Basil Von Dinkenstein...

went crazy trying to
re-create the experiment.

"Baron's monster runs amok.
Loss of income, blow to tourism."

Oh, that's on the Internet?

Well, never mind.

Yes, this is why I'm obsessed with
solving supernatural phenomena...

and exposing them as hoaxes.

And we all thought you just
loved solving a good mystery.

Like, man, did you feel that?

Feels like the train just sped up
to like a gazillion miles per hour.

(GASPS)

If we hit that turn at this speed
we'll be hurled from the tracks

and plunged into the abyss below.

Like, oh, no. I wouldn't mind being plunged
into a vat of pudding or macaroni and cheese...

but not the abyss.

- Please, anything but the abyss.
- Yeah.

We're not slowing down.

I kind of wish I'd gone easy on
the goat's head and ketchup.

(PASSENGERS YELL)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, no. We're going
to lose this car too.

Come on, everyone, we've gotta save these
innocent people before they all die.

- (WHISPERS) They might already be dead.
- (WHISPERS) Fred.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) All right.
Everybody move. Next car.

Shaggy, try to reach the engineer.

We've gotta slow down.

We're on it.

It's locked!

- What?
- PASSENGERS: He said, it's locked.

Try knocking it down!

- Try what?
- PASSENGERS: He said, try knocking it down.

(SHAGGY WHIMPERS)

What? Are you nuts?

- What?
- PASSENGERS: He said, are you nuts?

SHAGGY: Whoa!

(SHAGGY WHIMPERING & BARON
LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

BARON: You should have
heeded my warning...

for now you have incurred
the Von Dinkenstein curse.

Each will lose what he loves most,
and then complete destruction.

(BARON LAUGHING MANIACALLY
& SHAGGY WHIMPERING)

(SHOUTING GIBBERISH)

What was that?

(PASSENGERS SHOUTING GIBBERISH)

Tell the conductor to
slow the train down.

(SHAGGY SOBS)

- We're all gonna die.
- What?

PASSENGERS:
He said, we're all gonna die.

(WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS)

It's all right, it's okay
The Scooby gang will save the day

- Whoo! Yeah!
- Daphne...

- this is hardly the time to cheerlead.
- Wait. It is. Daphne's onto something.

FRED: It's working.

Now pull us in. It's working.

(GANG SCREAMS)

FRED: I always knew your cheerleading
would come in handy one day, Daph.

DAPHNE: Go, team! Whoa!

We're not out of this
yet. Depot ahoy.

No time to lose.

(TRAIN SQUEAKING)

No, no, no. No need to thank us.

We were just doing our job. It's
more of a hobby, really, it's...

What is the meaning of
destroying our train?

Not to mention our town
clock. Well, I'm waiting.

Well, heh, heh,
you see, the train...

Actually, sir, we just did this town and
this train company a huge service...

for saving so many lives.

You. Girl Von Dinkenstein.

I'd know those glasses anywhere.

No Von Dinkenstein is
welcome in this town.

It was your uncle's
monster did this to me.

Why did the monster replace
your hand with a duster?

The monster took my hand.
It was I who put the duster on.

The police barracks aren't going
to clean themselves, you know.

Plus, it traps and locks the dust on the
dirtiest things you could ever imagine.

- Never lets go.
- Hee-hee.

Never lets go.

Like, I feel all sparkly. Huh.

Sparkly clean.

You can't blame Velma for
something her uncle did.

Of course we can.

We blame her entire bloodline
for the Von Dinkenstein curse.

VILLAGERS: Yeah.

- Seriously?
- Seriously, young lady.

I'm Mr. Burger, the
burgermeister of this town.

- You're a burger?
- Burger?

One hundred percent.

Oh-ho.

I've never met a talking burger.

Ugh. Needs ketchup.

That's "burgermeister."
It means "mayor."

Now, to answer your
question, young lady.

Ever since the monster was destroyed,
the baron's ghost has haunted us.

And now tourism is dead and our
famed factory barely stays open.

What does this town make?

We are the premiere torch
manufacturer in the northeast.

VILLAGERS: Yeah, vult premiere.

- You make torches?
- Yeah.

Our burning pieces of
wood are second to none.

Let me demonstrate.

Flame on.

Behold.

- Guh!
- You...

all of you...

come with me.

Um, guys, maybe we should
do what this little man says.

It's hard to leave a giant burger behind,
but, ha, ha, like, where's your car?

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(NEIGHS)

So, Mr. Guy-Who's-Driving-Us-Down-
a-Deserted-Road-to-No-One-Knows-Where...

we didn't quite catch your name.

Me, Iago.

All generations Von Dinkensteins
have hunchback for servant.

Bad posture bring good luck.

Iago, you must know
the family history.

Why does the Ghost of the
Baron wear that metal mask?

Legend say on stormy November night,
baron work on his experiment.

He been collecting parts for project
many months from zoo cemetery...

harbor...

and less savory places.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

IAGO: He find creatures,
mutants, cobbled together.

Him poised to finally
give life to creation.

(MONSTER GRUNTING)

IAGO: But much to Baron Von
Dinkensteint chagrin...

the villagers became apprised
of what he was about to do.

They feared the worst, that such a
creature, assembled from parts discarded...

would not know
compassion or empathy...

and have only the capacity
for wanton destruction.

The villagers put an end to both
the doctor and his abomination.

So the monster was destroyed and the
barons face permanently disfigured.

(BARON SCREAMS)

IAGO:
That is why he wore the metal mask.

But before he died years later...

he vowed revenge and
cursed the entire town...

for all eternity!

Like, eternity, huh? Heh.

That's a long time.

Wait, a minute ago you spoke
in grunts and "ughs."

When did you become so loquacious?

Uh, Iago no understand
brainy-girl words. Muh.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING
& DOORS CLOSING)

IAGO: Whoa.

Get a load of this grill, Scoob.

I wish we had it on the train,
because that face could stop a...

(GIGGLES)

(STAMMERS)
That's... That's a nice face.

That's a very, very
nice "face" face.

Good evening, and welcome
to Von Dinkenstein Castle.

We are so glad to have you.

(DOORS CREAK)

That's quite a squeak. I've
got some DW-40 in the...

Eh. Oh, never mind.

For our safety.

Like, what if we want to leave?

Come and find me.
I have the only key.

(KEY CLANKING)

(KEY CONTINUES CLAN KING)

(KEY SPLASHES)

VANDERS:
Now, Von Dinkenstein girl...

Actually, it's "Dinkley."
And it's "Velma."

And this is Daphne, Fred,
Shaggy and Scooby.

I am Mrs. Vanders, the housekeeper
here at Castle Von Dinkenstein.

I will show you to your rooms.

Follow closely. The darkness
can be treacherous.

(SQUEAKING)

These old floorboards
sure are squeaky.

(SQUEAKING CONTINUES)

(SCOOBY GRUNTS & SHAGGY GASPS)

Dude, it seems like this place is
being held up with cobwebs. Heh.

I hope that is not a comment
on my housekeeping skills.

No.

No, no, no.

Like, we... We love cobwebs.
Don't we, Scoob?

They're just, uh...
It's just a really...

It's very European.

(GIGGLES)

Where's Inspector Krunch's
duster when you need it?

- DAPHNE: Ha, ha.
- You, Von Dinkenstein girl...

did you say something you'd
like to share with the group?

Nope. Nothing at all.

And again, it's "Dinkley,"
not "Von Dinkenstein."

Hmph.

Hmph.

With all these lights, your
gas bill must be enormous.

Nein, the castle was built
on a natural-gas resource.

We have all the gas we need.

- Ha, ha. Yes, you do. Ha, ha.
- Ha, ha.

Did you say something?

- SCOOBY: Uh, nope.
- SHAGGY: Nope.

(PASSES GAS)

Huh?

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING ON ORGAN)

- Aah!
- Yikes!

Like, something invisible
is playing the organ.

The only invisible things
I know of are ghosts.

(SHAGGY WHIMPERS)

(SHAGGY & SCOOBY GRUNT)

VANDERS: Only a trick of the wind.

And it is my favorite song.

This can be your room,
Von Dinkenstein girl.

(SCREAMS)

It's "Dinkley," and I don't
think this will work.

Whoops. That one is certain death.
These doors all look alike.

Perhaps you wish another room?
The ones across the hall are available.

(DAPHNE SCREAMS)

We do have bats that tend to
screech around the clock.

I'm sure that would
be irritating...

if it wasn't being drowned out by
Shaggy and Scooby's chattering teeth.

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

Otherwise, I'm sure you
will be comfortable.

Now, let me show you to the
crown jewel of the castle.

The laboratory.

My great-great-uncle certainly
didn't do anything halfway.

Let's get a closer
look at this place.

Uh, if we get close enough,
will it be behind us?

(SCOOBY WHIMPERS)

Look at these notebooks.

(SCOOBY COUGHING)

(SNEEZES)

Actually, Scoob and I will
take a closer look...

hee-hee, inside the
freezer for snacks.

- Mm. This is more like it.
- VANDERS: Halt.

Before you go any further,
I must inform you of two facts.

One, these parts are not food.

They are the parts the baron
rejected for his creature.

Zoinks. Like, what's
the other fact?

That at which you
sit is not a table.

(BOTH SCREAM)

SHAGGY: Like, a real-life
Frankenstein. Aah!

Just to clarify, Frankenstein was
the doctor, not the monster.

It's scarier than Frankenstein.
It's a regular Frankencreep.

(SPOOKY MUSIC PLAYING ON ORGAN)

That's catchy.

Sometimes I don't know
why I talk at all.

It looks like a hodge-podge
of various monsters.

Part scaly, part
furry, and all ugly.

At least what we can see through
this hazy block of ice is.

Now you can see why I keep
the castle temperature...

somewhat low.

It can't be real. It can't.

It couldn't be true, could it?

If the monster is real, then my entire
world view is called into question.

This monster must be a fake.

And I'll prove it.

I'll re-create the baron's supposed
life-imbuing experiment from his own notes.

When the ice is melted and the experiment
fails, the hoax will be revealed.

My core hypothesis that monsters
are fake will be vindicated.

I don't totally
understand your goal.

But, Velma, you yourself told us how many
of your ancestors were driven crazy...

by this monster obsession.

I am not obsessed.

I am the opposite of obsessed.

I'll be proving
monsters don't exist.

The opposite of what my
ancestors were attempting.

- Do I need to define "opposite" for you?
- Well, I guess if you think it's safe.

I know what I'm doing.

Everyone out so I can get to work.

Except you, Iago.
I'll need an assistant.

Someone who can help me with
this antique science equipment.

Wow, a Strickfaden electrowheel.

I've kept these machines clean and
in good repair for decades. See?

Notice how the gyroscope
spins, spinning slowly.

Look closely.

Very closely.

(GROWLING NEARBY)

Listen to that growling.
It sounds sinister.

It is. It's mine and
Scooby's stomachs.

We haven't eaten in
like 20 minutes.

And, like, the constant state of
sheer terror makes you hungry.

- Like, really hungry.
- Even I could go for a bite.

- I anticipate your every need.
- SHAGGY & SCOOBY: Aah!

Please try a traditional
dish of our homeland.

Is it gluten-free? Does it
have hydrogenated oils?

And it's not shellfish, right?
Because I'm allergic.

Racituri is all-natural, organic...

jellied pigs feet.

It's a little chewy for me.
But thank you anyway.

You might find more fare to your liking at
the festival that's going on in the village.

- There's a festival at night?
- Eh.

Yeah, we might dig the
fare down at the fair.

Come on, gang. I'll drive us down
to the village in the Myste...

We could walk. It's better
for the environment.

- We leave a smaller carbon footprint.
- Not with Scooby's paws, we won't.

Oh.

(POLKA MUSIC PLAYING)

(BURGER SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Welcome to the torch festival.

Hmm. There don't seem to
be many out-of-towners...

at your fair, Burgermeister Burger.

That is because your friend's family's
madness has cursed this town, Fräulein.

But please, make
yourselves welcome.

Ah! Hey.

Uh, what's a gogosi?

I may not speak Transylvanian, but
I know a doughnut when I see one.

Like, count us in.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

(BOTH GULP)

(PLAYING DRAMATIC POLKA MUSIC)

He eats like one of us.

Eat, dog boy. Eat like the wind.

(GROANS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

I'm gonna need some more chocolate
sauce and powdered sugar down here.

(ALL CHEERING)

Never has one man
swallowed so many gogosi.

Even the ones with fish eggs.

I ate fish eggs?

(BURPS)

This is adorable.

Could I see this in a size two?

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Fräulein, at the very
least you're an acht.

An acht? Heh. An eight?
I don't think so.

Ja, and here's the
only one in that size.

Jeepers, it does fit.

What? I'm an acht?

And what's going on with my hair?

This frizz. I use a sulfate-free
smoothing shampoo.

What is happening?

(ALL CHEERING)

You have prevailed in scarfing
down, by the thousands...

our culture's signature treat.

(CROWD CHEERING)

To reward you, we present
you with our signature garb.

Two sets of traditional lederhosen.

The short leather pant is durable and
allows for freedom of movement...

while the suspenders hold
them up for secure fit.

And they have all the
traditional embellishments.

A latzbund, die messersack,
and even a schlitzfleck.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Like, man, these threads
are out of sight. Ha, ha.

They sure do take the cake.
Or should I say "the gogosi"?

(CROWD CHEERING)

"You've got a torch
in Transylvania."

Ha-ha-ha. That's rich.

This bumper sticker would be perfect
on the Mystery Machine's bumper, if...

(SIGHS)

I guess not.

Everything reminds me of her.

She would've loved
this antenna ball.

(SOBBING)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

BURGER:
And here is the grand prize.

Look, Scoob. It's you and
me made out of sausage.

BURGER:
A delicious blutenwursten...

a Transylvanian blood sausage, the
signature cured meat of our culture.

It must be eaten immediately.

Like, no problem there,
Mr. Burgermeister.

We love anything made into sausage.

- Ah.
- Okay, here we go. First big bite.

(WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS)

- I'm not hungry.
- Me neither.

- Hmm?
- I'm sorry, Mr. McBurgermeister.

This, like, never happens, but
Scoob and I are totally full.

(SINGING)

We couldn't eat another bite.

You reject the blutenwursten?

WOMAN: Unbelievable.

(ALL CHATTERING)

- That is the greatest insult.
- No, it's not an insult.

It's a compliment. We can't eat
your signature cured meat...

because we're so full of
your signature treat.

Yeah, yeah. Complimented.

MAN:
It's the greatest insult, indeed.

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Like, gulp.

- Unh. Fred.
- Oh, hey, Shaggy.

- Is this the saddest day or what?
- We're in big trouble.

We can't eat the blutenwursten
and now an angry mob is after us.

Hey, don't worry. We'll just hightail
it back to the Mystery Machi...

Drat.

Oh, boy, he's still
thinking about the van.

We need to find Daphne
and get out of here.

SCOOBY: Ouch.

- Sorry, Scooby.
- Whoa.

Zoinks. Daph, did you do
something with your hair?

- Hmph.
- Daphne?

Oh, Freddy, don't look at me.

(CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

You've gotta hand it to them, this
town really makes great torches.

They stay lit in the rain.

(NEIGHS)

Quickly, you come.

Iago take you to castle now.

Iago, you saved us.

Not save you. You save her. Her.

- Who?
- Your friend.

Her mind gone.

Velma now insane.

Stand back, everyone. I'm gonna
break this door down. Unh!

That door is solid oak, too
thick for even Shaggy's head.

Velma. Velma. Please let us in.

Welcome.

- ALL: Aah!
- Your hair.

I mean, it's not that bad.

Come in, come in.

You're just in time for
my greatest triumph.

You mean you've debunked the legend
of the Von Dinkenstein monster?

Wrong. Just the opposite.

I am now convinced that the baron
was right. He was a genius.

This monster can be
brought to life.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

It will live.

But, like, Velma, your whole life is
about rejecting the supernatural...

and magic and all that weirdness.

This isn't weirdness.

This is science.

(DOOR BANGING)

We saw the strange
lights in the castle.

We know shenanigans are afoot.

We demand to be let in.
Heh-heh-heh.

VELMA: No. I won't let you
stand in the way of science.

We'll put a stop to you
and your creature.

Let the ramming begin.

(GASPS)

Iago, quickly, the generator.

Turn on the centrifuge.

Now the humidifier.

No! No more moisture!

I can't take it.

(DAPHNE SOBBING)

My hair!

Raise the platform.

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GASP)

DAPHNE: Is everyone okay?

Like, let me check.

Fred, okay.

Daphne, looking a little weird.

Velma, ho-ho, totally nuts.

Iago...

Ooh. Iago stubbed toe.

Iago, stubbed toe.

Von Dinkenstein's monster...

(GROWLS)

ah, a little bit of
freezer burn, I think.

(SHAGGY & SCOOBY SCREAM)

(ROARING)

Alive.

It's alive.

Alive!

It's alive. Really?

Don't worry. I've got an iron-reinforced
net in the back of the Mystery Mach...

- Dang it.
- You're really not moving on, are you?

I feel oddly not afraid.

Yeah, me too.

Like, hi there, Mr. Frankencreep.

You must be hungry.

Have a Scooby Snack.

It always makes us feel better.

It sure does.

No, thanks. I'm good.

(SCOOBY & SHAGGY SNIFFING)

(SCOOBY & SHAGGY COUGHING)

Phew, he really stinks, huh? Just as
well he can't see himself in a mirror,

because he's pretty
hideous too. Heh.

(SCOOBY COUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(ROARING)

VELMA: No, don't turn away.

Look at yourself. You're beautiful.

(MOANING)

(ROARING)

(VILLAGERS SCREAMING)

Lucky we brought our
torches. Let's get him.

(ALL SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)

(ALL SCREAMING)

You fools. You've
ruined everything.

Hmm?

Jinkies, Daphne.
You look terrifying.

Huh?

(SCREAMS)

I'm hideous.

No, don't turn away.

Look at yourself. You're beautiful.

- Really?
- No.

(SOBBING)

You are a monster, Velma.

Heh. You've got to find my creation,
Fred. Find it before those fools do.

I'm sorry, but without the Mystery
Machine, I'm no monster trapper.

- I'm nothing.
- Jinkies.

Don't worry, Velma. Scooby
and I will find him for you.

You will? You're volunteering to go after
a monster? To go toward the danger?

Yep.

Great, I'll get the Scooby Snacks.

- No, thanks. Not hungry.
- Huh?

(CRYING)

FRED:
Without the Mystery Machine...

I'm useless as a mystery-solver.

And as a man.

I'm just nothing
without my machine.

Vroom. Vroom.

Look at her go.

Gone!

(SOBBING)

(DAPHNE SOBBING)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(SOBBING)

I warned you and your
friends not to interfere.

Now you have brought the
curse down upon your heads.

Each of you will lose
what you hold most dear.

Is that why I've lost my looks?

Is this because I'm cursed?

(SOBBING)

Jeepers, a secret tunnel.

And it looks pretty creepy.

But anything beats a thousand
mirrors on a bad hair day.

Hey, Scoob, I don't know how to explain
it, but I'm feeling sort of, heh, brave.

Yeah, me too.

Like, even that shadow of the
Frankencreep doesn't scare me.

(ROARS)

Oh, right. Let's get him, Scoob.

(SCOOBY GROWLING)

Shake a leg and count to three

This ain't no disparity

Just a tip that it's worth knowing

Don't just be terrified

All you do is run and hide

Best to get the party going

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's about...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do the Transylvania polka

- Do the Transylvania polka...
- (GROANS)

Velma, you got here fast.

Yeah. And in this dress too.

Well, it looks like our
work here is done.

Not quite.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(BOTH GASP)

(SOBBING)

Hey, where am I, anyway? Oof.

Wow, look at all this stuff.

These could come in handy.
So could this.

And I know just how to use it.

(GASPS THEN GRUNTS)

Who left all this old
mining equipment here?

Wait a minute. This stuff
doesn't look old at all.

Jeepers, there's something going on
here that doesn't quite meet the eye.

(BARON LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

BARON: So you've stumbled
upon my secret, have you?

A pity you won't be able
to tell anyone about it.

(DAPHNE SCREAMING)

- Daphne. Sounds like it's coming from...
- DAPHNE: Aah!

here.

Keep cool, Fred. Think.

These old air vents connect
every room in the castle.

But based on that echo
and air density...

mm, and moisture...

Daphne must be in some kind of
subterranean cave or tunnel.

Hang on, Daph! I'm coming!

(YAWNS)

Morning, Shaggy.

Ah. Morning, Scoob. Oh.

That's weird. I don't
remember going to bed.

(MONSTER ROARING)

So, Velms, I stopped falling
out of bed like months ago.

Why do you have us
strapped in here?

Don't worry. I've deduced that
the monsters brain is defective.

I just need to provide some additional
cerebral material to correct the problem.

Oh, I see. Brains. Like,
that makes sense.

- Wait.
- Where you gonna get brains?

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(BOTH GULP)

But, like, why do you
need both our brains?

VELMA: According to my calculations,
between the two of you...

you almost have one entire brain.

(MONSTER ROARING)

I must say, you're
taking this rather well.

Well, Velma, you
know I always say...

there's no point in getting all bent
out of shape over every little...

Zoinks. Ha, ha. Like,
our new outfits.

- Oh. Actually, I feel a little better.
- Me too.

Those things were a tight fit.

Shaggy, I'm hungry.

Oh, boy. Like, all of a sudden I'm
pretty starving myself, buddy old pal.

Iago, bring me the brain extractor.

Yeah, Iago. Like, a good assistant would've
anticipated that she needed the brain...

(SHAGGY WHIMPERS)

What am I saying?

(SHAGGY & SCOOBY SCREAM)

(DAPHNE YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

BARON: You are trapped, Fräulein.

I don't think so, you grimy ghost.

(SCREAMS)

BARON: I told you, you would
never escape. Heh, heh.

FRED: Hey, baron, guess again.

I'm gonna clean your clock.

Freddy, look out!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

BARON: You will lose this fight.

Just as you lost your
precious Mystery Machine.

Fred, get up.

I... I'm sorry, Daphne, I...

Don't do it for me, Fred.

Do it for her.

(GRUNTS)

BARON: This isn't over.

Wow, I didn't think I could do it
without the Mystery Machine...

but I guess I could do it for her.

Oh, Freddy, you're
my Mystery Machine.

I'm just so sorry the curse has given
you such a damaged damsel to rescue.

- You mean the Mystery Mach...?
- No, Fred. Me.

I look so awful.

You're kidding.
I didn't even notice.

You always look great
to me, Daphne.

Really? Aw.

Sure.

(FRED GRUNTING)

Freddy, look at the baron's cape.

This fabric is a synthetic blend.

I'd recognize it anywhere.

- This should be real silk.
- Hmm.

So maybe the baron
isn't a baron at all.

Maybe he's not even a ghost.

(BARON LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

- Hold on.
- DAPHNE: Aah!

(SHAGGY & SCOOBY WHIMPERING)

(SAW BUZZING)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Please, Velma,
don't take our brains.

We need what little we have.

No, mistress. It wrong
to take brains.

Ow!

Get ready to make your contribution to the
greatest scientific accomplishment ever.

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(DAPHNE COUGHS)

Are you all right, Daph?

Well, the good news is this dirndl doesn't
look any worse covered in two inches of dirt.

(GRUNTS)

And the bad news is
we're sealed in tight.

DAPHNE: Here, maybe if we...

work together.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Gosh, all this digging
is making me dizzy.

Sealed in, airtight.

Getting woozy.

Gotta dig through the...

Before we... Oh.

Fred! Oh!

Freddy? Oh, no.

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Okay, Scoob, what's the
number-one thing we're good at?

Uh, running away? Hiding?

Yes. But there's something else
that we're, like, really good at.

- Eating.
- Yes. You know us too well.

Tastes like chicken.

No!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(GROWLS)

Get them.

(ROARING)

(COUGHS)

Don't worry, Freddy.
I'm gonna get us out of here.

Wow, jeepers, I'm
getting a little woozy.

(FABRIC TEARS)

Ouch!

(GASPS)

Wait, not "ouch"?

That didn't hurt at all.

Jeepers, I'm bleeding...

air.

What? How...?

This dirndl has an inflatable
suit built into it.

Fred, I'm still the same Daphne.

Oh, and also, we won't suffocate.

We have fresh air.

Perfect timing.

My hideous dress
just ran out of air.

Ugh. I've gotta get out
of this awful thing. Blech.

(DAPHNE GRUNTING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

- Library.
- Yeah, Scoob, it's the library.

And since old Tall, Scaly and
Horrible doesn't have a brain...

he probably doesn't have
a library card either.

But just in case, we'd better find every
single secret entrance and barricade it.

Yeah, yeah.

BOTH: Whew.

(MONSTER STOMPING)

Whew.

We did it, Scoob. Ha, ha.

Scooby, did we lock the door?

(ROARING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(ALL GRUNT)

Fred, Daphne.

Shaggy. Oh.

Like, are we ever glad
to see you guys. Ha, ha.

- Let's get out of here.
- No. I'm tired of running.

I say we face down our fiendish
foes once and for all.

Right on.

- Why?
- VELMA: Wait.

- The baron!
- The monster!

VELMA: Neither.

Come with me if you wanna live.

(ALL SCREAM)

Velma, I can't let you get my brain. It
took me too long to get my hair just right.

IAGO: No time. Hurry.

Gas is everywhere into the tunnels
and seeping up into the castle.

We must flee the gas.

Natural gas. That's why
I passed out so fast.

- But wait, isn't natural gas...?
- Explosive.

We've got to get out of
here right now, Freddy.

I was working on something.

It's a slim chance, but, uh...

(WHISTLES)

(WHISTLE ECHOING)

Huh?

Fred, we'll, like, never
get a cab down here.

Oh, Shaggy. Fred can't be
hailing a taxi. Use your brain.

I am, I am. Totally still using it.

VELMA: I'm sorry I tried
to take your brains, guys.

I think I was hypnotized
by a device...

disguised to look like an antique
Strickfaden electrowheel.

- Uh, that's okay.
- Yeah, Velma.

Like, that could happen to anybody.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Well, what do you know? It worked.

Gang, presenting the
all-new Mystery Machine.

Hyah! Hyah!

And the amazing thing is...

this gets better mileage than
the old Mystery Machine.

Maybe you shouldn't mention
the Mystery Machine, Fred.

That's okay, Velma. The Mystery
Machine is still alive in here.

Hurry, Fred.

If something were to ignite this
gas, this whole place will blow up.

Yeah, but, like, what
could ignite it?

ALL: Oh, no.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL OOHING AND AAHING)

That poor Von Dinkenstein girl
and all her friends, kaput.

The Von Dinkenstein curse,
it is no more. Woo-hoe!

(ALL CHEER)

Our plan, it worked. Success.

(ALL CHEERING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(PLAYING POLKA MUSIC)

Hmm?

FRED (IN SPOOKY VOICE):
Vroom. Vroom.

Huh? What...?

FRED: Vroom. Vroom.

No. The curse.

It can't really be true.

(SCREAMS)

No! Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!

(HUMMING)

(GASPS)

DAPHNE (IN SPOOKY VOICE):
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

(SCREAMING)

(BURGER COUGHS)

No, nein, impossible.

You, you leave me alone.

The curse, the curse. The
Dinkenstein curse. Ha-ha-ha!

SHAGGY (IN SPOOKY VOICE):
Ooh. Like, make us a snack.

SCOOBY (IN SPOOKY VOICE):
Yeah, a snack.

(SCREAMING)

- SCOOBY: Shaggy, I'm hungry.
- SHAGGY: Get us a pizza and some ice cream.

- Ha-ha-ha! Or pay the consequences.
- Aah! Aah! Aah!

(SCREAMING)

(TOOTS)

All aboard.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Got them.

We're not moving.

Huh?

Wait, let us out!

Open this door right now!

(GROWLS)

You, it was you all along.

They tricked us.

- But how?
- Easy.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
Looks like our work here is done.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Zoinks, like,
don't speak too soon, Daph.

(ROARING)

- Iago, you were the monster?
- No.

And it's not "Iago."

It's Federal Agent Schmidlap from
the U.S. Department of Defense.

Three weeks ago, one of our
experimental exoskeletons...

designed to increase the strength
of the infantrymen of the future...

was stolen from one
of our research labs.

I traced it to this town and went
undercover in hopes of ferreting it out.

Go ahead, guys.

Wait, you were the
monster in the lab?

No, not me.

It was Burgermeister.

But that's impossible.

He was with Scooby and me
when we were, oh-ho-ho...

chasing the Frankencreep.

Ah, but that's because someone else was
dressed like the Frankencreep at the time.

This is one mystery that doesn't have
a culprit. It has a conspiracy.

Right. And that's why they
hypnotized you, Velma.

Hypnotized? Who
hypnotized you and why?

And how did Scooby and I become
brave, not to mention full?

Like, that was the weirdest
feeling in the world.

Wait, wait. Most importantly, how on
earth did I end up in an inflatable suit?

Okay, maybe not most importantly,
but I'd sure like to know. Spill.

First of all, I didn't solve this mystery.
Fred had it figured out right away.

I did? I mean, I did. I did. Uh,
could you explain how I did?

You said it when the
Mystery Machine exploded.

"This time it's personal."
And it was.

A personal attack
on the Scooby gang.

GANG: Cuthbert Crawley?

Why would your family
lawyer want to destroy us?

He's not my family lawyer.
I'd never seen him before.

He's really Cuthbert Crawls, the
partner of Cosgoode Creeps.

They were those creepy attorneys that
haunted the Beauregard Sanders Mansion...

as the green ghosts.

What kind of a ghost would travel hundreds
of miles to haunt a lawyer's office, anyway?

He wasn't there to scare us off.
He was there to draw us in.

Everyone knows we
can't resist a mystery.

The so-called barons curse was supposed to
take away the things we cared about most.

The first victim?
The Mystery Machine.

The next victim was Daphne...

who started puffing up thanks
to her shellfish allergy.

She had no way of knowing that she was also
slipping into its built-in inflatable suit.

And next up were Scooby and Shaggy,
whose suits were also rigged...

but with acupuncture needles
concealed carefully inside.

The pressure points not
only suppressed hunger...

they also created a false
sense of courage...

giving them the confidence
to chase after the monster.

As for me, I was hypnotized
by Mrs. Vanders...

into believing I could recreate
my uncle's experiment.

Which I did. At least, enough
to create a diversion.

A diversion for one of the conspirators
dressed as the Frankencreep...

to switch places with
the lifeless dummy.

They sure went to a lot of
trouble to scare us off.

But what was the treasure they
were trying to scare us off from?

This time, it wasn't about money.

It was about us.

- Huh?
- But why? Who would do such a thing?

We don't even know these people.

Don't be so sure.

GANG: C.L. Magnus.?

Yes, the shipping magnate who
masqueraded as Redbeard's Ghost.

And as for our mysterious gypsy...

GANG: Lila?

Yes. Aspiring pop singer Lila, who
was one of Mamba Wamba's zombies.

That means this is no housekeeper.

GANG: Mama Mione?

Mama Mione?

You were, like, a criminal gang leader
pretending to be Old Iron Face.

Jeepers, of course.

I should've recognized that mask.

I guess even criminals recycle.

(SHAGGY & SCOOBY LAUGH)

You get it? Recycle.

Who would've thought there'd be a conspiracy
of people determined to destroy us?

Are you kidding?

Everyone you've ever
busted wants revenge.

We were turning people
away in droves.

We fiended each other on the Scooby
Gang Revenge social-networking page.

You wouldn't believe how many
yikes it gets on a daily basis.

It took us months, but once we found
out about Dinkley's family...

we pooled our resources
and bought the castle.

Then we slowly insinuated ourselves into
the town with our chosen identities.

MAGNUS: Imagine our joy when we discovered
the natural-gas pockets under the estate.

The castle became one
enormous death trap.

And we would've gotten our
revenge on you meddling kids.

If it weren't for
you meddling kids.

One thing I still don't get.

Once you discovered the gas,
why didn't you just sell the land?

- Huh?
- I mean, if you sold the rights...

to the natural gas under the castle you'd
be rich beyond your wildest dreams.

ALL: Huh?

(ALL MUTTERING)

- Why? Why?
- LILA: That would've been a good thing to do.

(SHAGGY CHUCKLES)

Like, you were so greedy for revenge,
you forgot to be greedy for money.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(POLKA MUSIC PLAYING)

Jeepers, Velma, you've really
won the villagers over.

I guess they really appreciate
you proving once and for all...

that there's no such thing as
the Von Dinkenstein curse.

Maybe. Or it could have something to do
with my giving them the land rights...

- to the natural gas.
- Huh? You what?

It's the least I could do after what
my ancestors put them through.

Well, gang, the wagon's
all set to go.

It should only take us about 27
hours to get to the next town.

SCHMIDLAP: Not so fast, Fred. The
Department of Defense really appreciates

all of your help in recovering
the prototype. And...

well, we have a little
surprise for you.

GANG: The Mystery Machine!

(HONKS)

Baby.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Oh, come to Papa. Mwah.

Oh, for the love of...

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Fred, uh, why don't you
take her for a spin?

You may find a few hidden extras on her
courtesy of the Department of Defense.

Come on, gang. Let's get
this show on the road.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

There's just one last thing
I don't understand, Velma.

How did you know the
curse was a fake?

Easy, Daphne. The baron's curse
said that the victims would lose...

what they love the most and
then be utterly destroyed.

Hmm.

Guys, don't you see?

Of all the things we lost, beauty,
confidence, the joy of eating, logic...

none of it was what
we loved the most.

We love each other the most.

ALL: Aw.

That's nice.

SCOOBY: Mm.

Acupuncture or no acupuncture...

I can't believe we ever passed up
on this awesome blutenwursten.

I know. Hee-hee.

It's delicious.

You know, Scoob, one thing this
little adventure did teach me...

was that we can be just
as brave as anyone.

Yeah.

And from now on, you and I will
be the fearless furry twosome.

- Deal.
- Ha!

That's odd. I've never
noticed this button before.

It must be one of the surprises
that Agent Schmidlap mentioned.

- Let's see what it does.
- Oh, Freddy, I don't know about that.

What the heck? Go for it.

(ALL SCREAMING)

SCOOBY: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

That's it?

But there's so many
unanswered questions.

I mean, what about this?

Shaggy is wearing underwear in this scene,
but moments later, he's wearing pants.

Where did he get them from? Are we
expected to believe that this is real?

Does he have magic pants?

Please.

And what about this?

The train engine smashes into the tower
clock in this scene, but later...

ba-da-boom, its working again?
Clearly this is a mistake, right?

And what about the train engine?

It went up in smoke,
but later again...

bam, there it is. Please.

Bogus. Are we expected to swallow
all of this nonsense and believe...?

What? Hey, you just
can't... What the...?

Mommy!

(VANDERS PASSING GAS)

(VANDERS PASSES GAS)

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