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SHAGGY: Yikes! (WHIMPERING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Scoob, I take back everything
I ever said about birthday clowns.

Nothing's scarier than...

- Puppets.
- (BOTH SHUDDER)

(EVIL LAUGH)

(BOTH EXCLAIM) Ghost!

Like, man, why are Scoob and I
running from the monster

instead of anyone else?

It's pretty much default behavior
at this point.

How's it comin', Fred?

Almost done. Counter-weighted pulleys,
titanium weave mesh,

and now, my most escape-proof trap yet.

I call her "the Marionette."

SCOOBY-DOO: Incoming!

- (WHIMPERING)
- (GROWLING)

It's not ready yet, Shaggy.

No problem.

We'll just ask the killer puppets
to take a time out.

(LAUGHS WICKEDLY)

(EXCLAIMS AND LAUGHS)

(BEEPING)

- (BOTH GROAN)
- (CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Jinkies! The world's greatest detective.

Batman, what are you doing here?

I go wherever puppet-related crime
rears its ugly head.

Well, thanks for the assist.

You should be hanging out in malt shops.

Not loitering in condemned buildings.

Like, Batman just told us
to get a milkshake.

I think we should listen.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, to the malt shop.

- But, we're here to solve a mystery.
- (BOTH GROAN)

Leave the sleuthing
to professional mystery solvers.

It's not safe here for you kids.

Hey, no one calls us kids.

Actually, a lot of people call us kids.

Most commonly paired with
the word "meddling."

We are mystery solvers.

And we are...

(PUPPET LAUGHING)

(ALL GASP)

This vindictive ventriloquism ends now,
you pernicious puppeteer.

(GRUNTS)

SHAGGY: Zoinks! He's a ghost.

Not possible.
There's always a rational explanation.

Rationalize later. Trap now.

Trap. Right!

- (GRUNTS)
- (ALL WHIMPER)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(ALL PANTING)

(ALL GASP)

- (SNARLS)
- (ALL SCREAM)

(SHAGGY SCREAMING)

Oh, where's the lever?

I need a light.

A light.

(GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

- (PUPPETTO LAUGHING)
- (BATMAN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Great, you just trapped Batman.

I did? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Cool!

Fred, think, if Batman's in the trap,
then where's...

- (SNARLS)
- (SCREAMS)

(SNARLS)

Afraid of a little fire, huh?

(SNARLING)

Looks like you've met your match.

Ow!

- Whoa!
- (GROWLS)

(PANTING)

Split up and head for the exit!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Hmm?

Hmm.

(SCREAMS)

(CRASHES)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH COUGHING)

Well, gang. It seems like we've finally
gotten to the bottom of this mystery.

It all started when
we got an anonymous e-mail

asking for our help
with a rash of bizarre thefts,

all committed using puppets.

This could only mean the abandoned
theater of Puppetto the puppeteer.

Locals claim his ghost
began terrorizing them

when they voted to tear it down.

Then I noticed Fredo using his hands
and feet to steal jewels.

We also found something else
at the crime scenes.

Banana peels.

And Puppetto
was frightened of a lit match.

But the real Puppetto
was a trained fire-eater.

He also phased
right through Batman's hand.

Which can only mean
that Fredo and Puppetto are really...

A monkey and a space alien?

Hmm, obvious in retrospect.

Not just any monkey/alien.

This is the Martian Manhunter
and Detective Chimp.

The superheroes?

But why would two good guys
resort to stealing?

For once, I have no idea.

Unless...

(BATMAN APPLAUDING)

Congratulations.

You passed the test.

A first for me.

(EXCLAIMS DELIGHTEDLY)

Batman? What test?

To see if you were ready
to join our organization.

Bravo! Good show, and all that, what?

(EXCLAIM DELIGHTEDLY)

BATMAN: Mystery Incorporated,

welcome to the Mystery Analysts
of Gotham.

(GASPS) The world's preeminent
crimebusting organization.

This is a lifelong dream.

What made you choose us?

We've been aware
of your team for some time.

This was your initiation.

I knew something about
the crimes felt staged.

Hats off, milady.

Like, man, talking animals freak me out.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Our next meeting is in a week.

In the meantime,
I could use your help on a few cases.

I've made all the arrangements,
if you'll follow me.

Jinkies, Batman needs our help?

(SNARLS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Huh?

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING)

Sayonara, my masked mutton head.

(LAUGHING)

Not so fast, you malignant mind boggler.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

We've danced this dance before, Riddler.

It always ends with
you licking your wounds

in a padded cell at Arkham Asylum.

True, you beat me one-on-one, Batman.

But riddle me this,

when is a villain like a mathematician?

Answer, when it multiplies.

(LAUGHS)

(WHIP CRACKS)

Did someone mention a dance?

Meow.

(GROWLING)

I'm gonna make a nice bat gumbo
out of you.

I anticipated your
malevolent mathematics, Riddler,

and brought some additional allies
of my own.

Outrageous.

Aquaman, Question.

Thanks for your assistance.

Could I ever refuse a call
from the Batman?

Crab cakes. You brought him?

He's so annoying
with all those deuced questions.

And how are you, Aquaman?

See?

Besides, he really creeps me out.

Huh?

Have at thee, you reptilian rapscallion.

(ROARS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CATWOMAN HISSING)

CATWOMAN: Poor thing.

Must be hard to see in that mask.

Let me scratch some eyes out for you.

'(GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

Let's wrap this up, Question.

We're due at the monthly meeting
of the Mystery Analysts of Gotham.

- (GROANING)
- A party, eh?

(GRUNTING)

Huzzah!

- Meeting.
- (GROANS)

Not party-

Anywhere I go is a party.

A party? So there will be dancing.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Aquaman, use your hydro-kinesis.

My what-the-what?

Your water controlling powers.

Yes, my hydro... (MUMBLING)

(SONAR PINGING)

(ALL GROANING)

(ZAPPING)

(GROANING)

Safe to say, that's a wrap.

Then, to the Mystery Analyst meeting.

Outrageous!

Let's get going.

It's secret invite only, Aquaman.

You're not a detective.

Not a detective?

Why, I'm a wiz at sleuthing out
hidden undersea currents.

That's oceanography,
not criminal investigation.

Plus, I can identify 900 species of fish
on sight alone.

That's ichthyology.

Precisely.

And who's better at detecting those
nasty hard to reach volcanic fissures?

Me, that's who.

Again, oceanography.

But thanks for mopping up.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MUMBLING)

Some pals.

Leaving me to do all the work.

Edgar, do all the work.

Detectives only, eh?

Hmm.

SHAGGY: So, dude, there will be
dinner sewed at the meeting, correct?

You just cleaned out a truck stop
mini-mart on the way here.

No, I saved one box of cookies
for later.

(CLEARS THROAT) Which is now.

SCOOBY-DOO: Mmm.

(CHOMPING)

Like, dude, no fair.

(LAUGHS)

You know what's the real mystery here?

Batman himself.

I mean, who is he, really?

Under that mask, he could be anyone.

Technically, not anyone.

Given Batman's observed height
and proportions,

combined with
the necessary financial means,

I've narrowed Gotham's
ten million citizens

down to a mere 6,052.

Maybe you can ask him yourself.

'Cause we're here.

But which door is it?

There are dozens.

FRED: No sign of a keyhole
or a doorknob.

Wait, Fred, stop the van.

(TIRES SCREECH)

VELMA: "Say my lass.
A myth forgotten."

Man, that is really bad haiku.

Or good haiku.

I can never tell.

Not a poem, an anagram.

Ta-da!

"Mystery Analysts of Gotham."

Word jumbles, makes those
long between-mystery miles just fly by.

And look, there's a gap in the bricks.

(DOORS OPENING)

Welcome, Mystery Incorporated,
to the Mystery Analysts of Gotham.

In a word, jinkies.

Some of our members you've already met.

Are those Chocos?

Um, yes.

Mine.

(CHOMPING)

(LAUGHS)

This is The Question,
our resident conspiracy theorist.

Jinkies, what happened to his face?

Now, that would be telling.

Never mind, we're good.

BOTH: Uh-huh.

And our expert
in Meta Human Criminology, Black...

Canary. Oh, wow.
I'm a huge fan. Huge fan.

No autographs, Ascot.

BATMAN: Everyone, please take a seat.

- PLASTIC MAN: Sorry.
- (GASPS)

This seat's taken.

See what I did there?

I'm taking up
the exact space of a chair.

(SIGHS) And how could
we forget Plastic Man?

A Martian Mindwipe would do the trick.

As I was about to say,

whenever any of us
have a particularly baffling mystery,

we present it to the group.

Speaking of mysteries,

it's tradition for new members
to pick our next case to solve.

(WHIRRING)

VELMA: A filing cabinet?

Isn't that a little old school?

It's our "unsolved cases" file.

A drawer for each hero.

That would be Plastic Man's.

Yeah, I like to build up a bunch
and solve 'em all at once.

Jeepers, Batman only has
one unsolved case?

Ruddy show-off he is.

A case even Batman couldn't solve?

That's...

Not open for discussion.

- But we wanted to...
- (RUMBLING)

lam Sir Arthur...

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Quirot of the Cleveland Yard.

You are all under suspicion.

Aquaman? What are you...

I shall ask the questions here.

Where is the body?

Aquaman.

I know one of you is the guilty party.

Aquaman.

Und I never forget a face.

Although, you seem
to have forgotten yours.

(LAUGHING)

Just so you know,
I'm rolling my eyes.

Aquaman.

(SIGHS)

You can stay.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) I can?

Outrag...

Uh...

- Eureka!
- (BEEPING)

By the hordes of H'ronmeer,
a crime alert.

Probably someone stealing televisions.

You'd know a thing or two
about that, wouldn't you?

Look again,
that's a scientific storage facility

used to hold materials that are
especially dangerous or toxic in nature.

That sounds serious.

Maybe we should investigate.

Agreed.

As new members
of the Mystery Analysts of Gotham,

I move that Mystery Incorporated
take the lead on this case.

Well, gang, it looks like
we have another mystery on our hands.

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

(ECHOING) Batman.

VELMA: Batman, everything okay?

What? Oh, yes. I'm fine.

THE QUESTION: Hmm.

A dozen companies have used
this storage facility over the years.

(THUDS)

Sounds like whoever did it
is still in here.

Manhunter.

MANHUNTER: Odd.

I'm not sensing a living being inside.

Zoinks.

So, whatever is in there isn't...

(GULPS)

alive?

Strange, the alarm seems
to have been tripped intentionally.

THE QUESTION: As if someone
wanted us to come.

By Jove, this is starting
to sound intriguing.

Mystery Incorporated, this is your case.

How do you wanna start?

Huh? Oh, right.

(STUTTERING)
Like we always do.

Split up and look for clues.

Everyone take the one on your left.

Looks like it's you and me, doll.

(PURRS)

(SIGHS)

Okay, fine.
You two search the north section.

Velma, Detective Chimp,
you take the south.

Oh, do try and keep up, won't you?

Oh, yeah? You try and keep up.

Mentally, I mean.

Shaggy, you're with Question
and Martian Manhunter.

Search the east section.

Like, sure, I'd love to search
for an undead science thief

with a faceless man and a space alien.

- (SNARLS)
- (SCREAMS)

That never gets old.

And Scooby,

you go with Batman and Aquaman.

Search the perimeter storage units.

Outrageous.

I'll get him to spill the bat beans
about that unsolved case yet,

my canine compadre.

Outrageous. (LAUGHING)

Me and Ascot.

(SIGHS DREAMILY)

Lovely.

(SNIFFING)

So, Batman, now that we're alone,
confide in your old chum A-man.

What's in that old file of yours?

Did you lose another Robin?

Just drop it, Aquaman.

THE QUESTION: These devices
were activated recently.

Radioactivity could do that.

Like, all this investigating
is making me hungry.

Now, where did I put that last Choco...

Mine! (CHOMPS)

Dude, do they have manners
on your planet?

(SWALLOWS) No.

I'll search ahead.

So, Ms. Canary,

what do you know about
Batman's unsolved case?

Not much, Ascot.

No one knows what it is.

Just now, he seemed worried.

Worried or guilty?

VELMA: Someone broke into
this storage unit

and it looks like several vials
labeled "Isotope 29" have been stolen.

Three, to be exact.

You can see the indentations clearly.

Clearly, there were four.

There's a ring where it was
standing alongside the others.

But clearly,
this was radioactive in nature.

The specific chemical makeup
is unknowable.

And clearly, it was Isotope 29.

The label ink left a faint imprint
in the tray.

Reversed, of course.

Ruddy show-off.

Clearly.

(PLASTIC MAN SHIVERS)

ls it me, or is it getting cold in here?

So, what was that about
stealing televisions?

Oh, my real name is Edward O'Brian.

Folks used to call me...

Eel O'Brian?

The most slippery thief
ever sought by the Gotham PD?

You're a criminal!

Correction, doll.
I'm a used-to-be criminal.

Ever since an accident made Eel O'Brian
the stretchiest man alive,

(STAMMERING)

(SNEEZES)

I'm 100% hero.

- Are you okay?
- (SHIVERING)

The cold messes with my stretching.

You go ahead, I'll catch up.

And let's keep this between us.

It's kind of embarrassing.

(PLASTIC MAN SHIVERING)

(SNEEZES)

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Something is in here.

MAN: (ECHOING) Batman.

I can handle this alone.

You should all head back
to headquarters.

Batman.

You did this to me.

Do you remember, Batman?

Now, I'm back.

Back to make you pay.

You and all of Gotham.

Zoinks. Like, what is that?

A ghost!

Who or what are you?

You may call me The Crimson Cloak.

Is that the thing from your case?

What's this have to do with
the missing vials?

Now's not the time, Canary.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

Have at thee, you felonious phantasm.

Huh?

(SCREAMS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WARBLE)

(GROANS)

BOTH: Huh?

None of you shall escape.

Everybody, run!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(ALL PANTING)

'(GRUNTS)
- (R0ARS)

Scoob, old pal,
it's been nice knowing you.

Likewise.

(GRUNTS)

(ROARS)

Hey, what did I miss?

Yes, what's happening?

Plastic Man,
those barrels are combustible.

- Cover us.
- I'm on it.

Literally.

(EXPLOSION)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Aquaman, Canary,
put that fire out before it spreads.

Chimp and Question,
check for any innocent bystanders.

Follow my lead.

Of course, my siren sister.

(HIGH-PITCHED WARBLE)

What can we do to help?

You and the others need
to get some place safe.

Meet me at the malt shop
on the corner of Spears and Ruby.

- But we were just...
- Go, I'll be in contact soon.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

WAITRESS: So, what are you kids having?

Like, five chocolate shakes,
my good woman.

What are the rest of you guys havin'?

- (GIGGLES)
- (SIGHS)

Four more, please.

(DOOR OPENS)

I've been looking for you
hippie mystery solvers.

Detective Harvey Bullock, Gotham PD.

What's going on, Detective?

Fred Jones,

I'm investigating a robbery
at Gotham Chemical Storage.

Wouldn't know anything
about that, would ya?

Have you tried splitting up
and looking for clues?

That always works for us.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it does, cupcake.

Here's a clue for you.

This was taken at the scene
of a break-in.

Whole building destroyed.

Wait, who took that photo?

Anonymous tipper.

That's your gang's little
flower power van, ain't it?

We're not a gang.

Like, sure, collectively we often
refer to ourselves as "the gang."

But we're not a real gang.

I mean, we're a gang,

but not technically a "gang" gang.

And we weren't involved in that theft.

Yeah?

Where you been the last couple hours?

Uh-Oh.

Uh, I'm afraid we can't tell you that.

Well, ain't that convenient?

We're mystery solvers,
how can you suspect us of a crime?

Seen it before.

Cop spends so much time
thinking like a criminal,

he starts acting like one.

Actually, that's a well-documented

(STUTTERING) and completely unsound
phenomenon. (CHUCKLES)

All right, you kids are coming with me
after I search your van.

You can't do that.

BATMAN: That'll do, Detective Bullock.

I'm sure Commissioner Gordon
would be interested to hear

you're arresting citizens
without a warrant.

Gee, I can't seem to find it.

Must've left it at the precinct.

Come back when
the donuts are fresh, Bullock.

This ain't over, Bats.

I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Bet on it.

What can I get you, Batman?

Buttermilk over ice, please.

(SIGHS) That was close.

BATMAN: I got here as soon as I could.

The others are out working the case,
but Bullock complicates things.

Batman, what happened earlier?

And who is that Crimson Cloak?

An old villain?

A new one.
I've never seen him before.

Unless...

What does that mean?

Is he wearing a disguise
or some sort of illusion?

It doesn't seem possible.

I've checked and cross-checked
the entire criminal database

in the Batcave computer.

Batcave? As in, the actual Batcave?

Jinkies! When do we get to see that?

BATMAN: You don't.

Gentleman Ghost, Clayface, Joker.

Anyone who could do this
is either in Arkham Asylum

or Blackgate Penitentiary.

Batman, you have to
tell us what happened.

FRED: We're all part of
the Mystery Analysts.

We help each other solve cases.

Yeah, it's what we Scooby-Doo.

Your unsolved case.

No one outside yourselves
has seen the contents of this file.

It was during my first year
as a crime fighter.

I'd intercepted a report
of criminal activity at a secret lab.

That malevolent mastermind
Professor Milo

had been conducting
a teleportation experiment

that had gone horribly awry.

Batman?

You won't thwart
my experiments this time.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

BATMAN: I easily subdued Professor Milo.

But his two henchmen,
Doctors Leo Scarlett and Wade Magny,

weren't so lucky.

It's out of control!

We didn't know!

Batman, help us, please!

(SCREAMING)

- (SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTING)

BATMAN: I finally puffed
both of them free.

Or so I thought.

I had saved Dr. Magny,
but Leo Scarlett...

(EXPLOSION)

Thank you, you...

You saved me.

BATMAN: It was my fault.

He was the only innocent life
I ever lost.

Wow.

So that's your unsolved case.

Sometimes, I could hear
a voice in my dreams.

But I never thought it was real.

Now, to see what he's become...

How could he be back?

Because it's a real ghost.

Yeah, a ghost.

Don't worry, Batman.

Mystery Incorporated is going to
help you solve this case.

Wherever it leads.

Like, where's Professor Milo?

He's the most likely suspect.

He met his fate in a rodent-related
incident a few years ago.

Don't ask.

Did Leo have any family?

Only Leo's father, Sam Scarlett.

A world-class scientist
in his own right.

After the accident, he swore revenge.

But he was a broken man.

Wait, something just hit me.

Velma, give me your notebook.

You said the other henchmen's
name was Dr. Wade Magny?

But look what happens
when you rearrange the letters.

"Edward Nygma."

How could I have missed that?

Word scrambles.

You know it.

Amazing.

Like, who's Edward Nygma?

I don't know.

The man who would become

the most twistedly clever criminal
I've ever faced.

The Riddler.

ALL: The Riddler?

All this time.

I never realized he was
involved with Professor Milo.

We have to question him.

Do you know where he is?

I do, but you need to stay behind.

Are you kidding?

We've explored tons of spooky places.

You've never been any place like this.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

VELMA: Arkham Asylum.

This should be a fascinating insight
into the supervillain psyche.

Like, Batman was right.

We should've stayed behind.

I'm man enough to admit it.

I'm dog enough.

BATMAN: Scooby.

(SNIFFING)

Hmm?

When is a dog not a dog?

Hmm.

When it's pure bread.

(LAUGHING)

(WHIMPERING)

I've come to get answers, Riddler.

I know you were working

with Professor Milo
the night of the accident.

Took you long enough.

But before I answer your questions,
you must answer mine.

When you say my name, I vanish.

What am I?

- I got it, a coward.
- Let's vanish.

The answer is silence.

Ooh, I like this one.

Silence it is.

We're runnin', not screamin'.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Time to break your silence, Riddler.

How did you get mixed up
with Milo and Scarlett?

What happened the night of the accident?

Fresh out of school,
I was brilliantly evil,

but too young.

I hadn't figured out
the whole supervillain thing yet.

So, you came up with a fake name

and joined up
with Professor Milo's gang.

I convinced the rather impressionable
Leo Scarlett to join up with me.

But the machine wasn't ready.

This was as much your doing
as it was Professor Milo's.

I'm not the one who failed
to save poor Leo Scarlett.

Thank you for saving me,
by the way, Batman.

(LAUGHS)

Enough! Crimson Cloak, what is he?

Perhaps he's fate.

You failed to save Leo's life,
now he's come for yours.

So, I leave you with a final riddle.

What's black, white and red all over?

Everyone knows that. A newspaper.

Wrong! The answer, dear Batman,
is the last thing you will ever see.

The black of his shadow,
his white-hot fury,

and a descending red shroud
of your doom. (LAUGHS)

This is a dead end.

Lest you think me a complete monster,

you'll find his remains,
the sleeve of his lab coat,

laid to rest at Arkham Cemetery.

On the grounds of this very asylum.

Let's go.

(RIDDLER LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

BOTH: Ooh.

(BOTH enema)

Like, who knew Arkham had a cafeteria?

SHAGGY: Bates burger,
Hanni-bowl, Pasta Al Capone.

Sounds scary, but it sure
looks delicious. (LAUGHS)

What do you say, Scoob?

(SLURPS) Let's seek asylum.

Shaggy! Scooby-Doo!

Where are you?

Sorry, Batman, they run off sometimes.

A lot, actually.

Okay, every single time.

Flight is a natural response
to the unknown.

We'll find them.

- CRIMSON CLOAK: Batman!
- (ALL GASP)

Leaving so soon, Batman?

Jeepers! It's the ghost!

What do you want,
you pestiferous poltergeist?

Why, your demise, of course.

(GRUNTS)

How fitting it should happen here,

among all your enemies.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS) He's turned off the power.

But the cell doors
are electronically operated.

That means...

(ALL CACKLING)

Batman, what was that
you said about running?

- It's a natural response.
- Yeah, that.

Run!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

You may have to be crazy to get in here,

but you'd be even crazier to leave.

(LAUGHS)

HARLEY QUINN: Ooh,
that's a lot of puddin', puddin'.

Yikes!

You weren't going to
eat that salad, were you?

Ivy gets real upset
when folks ain't nice to plants!

This? (WHIMPERS)

Garnish. Purely decorative.

We'll just put it back
for the next evil mastermind to enjoy.

Zoinks! Like, man,
where did that come from?

Beats me. Beats you too.

(GRUNTS)

Yikes. (WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(SNARLING)

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(GROWLING)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

(MUNCHING)

Oh, so it's like that, is it?

Food fight!

(GRUNTS AND LAUGHS)

Get them, Georgia.

Like, we're pinned down.

We'll have to eat our way out of here!

Let's roll!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(ALL GROAN)

- Shagg, Scoob.
- (WHIMPERS)

Like, the villains are all out.

We know, they're right behind us.

We can't let them escape into the city.

Everyone out, quickly!

You don't have to tell us twice.

(SKIDDING)

(GRUNTS)

(WHIZZING)

We need to seal off the outer exit
before they get out.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, that was close.

If those criminals had escaped,
it would have been a disaster.

Man, the real disaster
is all that food going to waste.

Yeah, I wanted seconds.

- Guys, look.
- VELMA: Arkham Cemetery.

(WOLF HOWLING)

FRED: This must be the place
Riddler was talking about.

Like, I have a plan.

How about we don't open
the spooky crypt?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Zoinks! A ghost!

No. It's another dead end.

- Scooby.
- M m m-h m m.

(SNIFFING)

Huh?

Gamma

Like, Scooby-Doo found something.

VELMA: A footprint.

Good work, Scooby.

Someone opened the hatch.

Like, that someone is still there.

(BOTH GASP)

Guys, it's just Detective Bullock.

Hey, you can't search our van
without a warrant.

This time I brung one.

And that ain't all, hippies.

The Mystery Analysts of Gotham.

I may not be you super freaks'
biggest fan,

but I thought you'd want to know
about one of your own goin' bad.

Batman and his mystery pals
let out half the inmates.

Inciting a riot? ls this true?

We didn't do that. It was the ghost.

A ghost. Right.

I was just about to search their van,
but be my guest.

VELMA: The stolen Isotope 29?

THE QUESTION: Hmm. Curious.

You said a mouthful, if you had a mouth.

Those were not in our van.
Someone put them there.

Detective Bullock, I personally vouch
for Mystery Incorporated.

We're working together.

Then I'll take that as an admission.

There is an explanation for this.

I'm sure there is,
but there are procedures to follow.

And right now,
you and the gang are prime suspects.

And you have been acting
a bit off of late, old chap.

Arrest them all, including the Bat!

As a former crook,
I have to admit this does look bad.

We haven't done anything.
We were framed.

Come along quietly.
Don't try anything stupid.

Like this?

(ALL COUGHING)

- To the Batmobile?
- No time.

Drive!

You heard the man.

Paw to the metal!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh, groovy.

(ALL COUGHING)

The guilty always run.

Detective, we'll bring them in.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN HONKING)

We've been chased by a lot of things,
but never superheroes.

(GULPS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Whoever is at the wheel
is driving like a madman.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Indeed. They need to be stopped
before someone gets injured.

Let me show 'em the proper hand signals.

Scooby, turn left!

Left. Copy.

He doesn't know directions.

Duh, he's a dog.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Yeah!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Where are we going?
- They call it

No Man's Land.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(ALL SIGHING)

(ALL GASP)

(BOTH SNARLING)

You kids make a run for it.

I'll hold them off as long as I can.

Scoob and I got this.

(BOTH GASP)

BOTH: Oh.

Dudes, where you've been?

We throw this killer tailgate party
and you guys are just showing up now?

Like, game starts in five minutes.

Hmm. Not cool.

(GRUNTS)

Here, down these quick.
Can't bring food in the stadium.

- SHAGGY: Hey!
- (BOTH GRUNT)

What are you doing?

No one puts ketchup on a hot dog.

Mustard and relish only.

Like this.

(BOTH SCREAM)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

There's no possible way
that should have worked.

Just go with it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MELLOW JAZZ PLAYING)

Here's to crime. (LAUGHS)

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (BOTH GROAN)

(ALL GROANING)

What? Hippies have invaded
our sacred sanctorum!

And the Caped Crusader was at the wheel!

(SNARLING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Come on, you nefarious nobodies,

let us A-listers show you
how to skin a bat! (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

- (MISSILE WHIZZING BY)
- (EXPLOSION)

(GASPS)

(LAUGHS) ls there room
in this wacky race

for the mountebank of menace?

Is that the Joker?

BATMAN: And Penguin.

(LAUGHS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(LAUGHS)

What?

(GASPS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(QUACKING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(GIGGLES)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Hmm.

This is insane.

We can't outrun superpowered heroes
and villains in the Mystery Machine!

We won't have to.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Get in the car, I'll cover you.

(GRUNTS)

Like, he wants us to jump?

From a moving car?

Into a moving car?

Uh-uh.

Whoo-hoo!

(GRUNTS)

That was fun.

Come on, gang!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

We lose more Mystery Machines that way.

(ALL GASP)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Stop this, Batman,
before you go down in flames.

You first.

Mine.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hmm.

Sorry, Bats, end of the line.

- (SCREAMS)
- (ALL SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS) Curses, the bat winged boob
and those beatniks

have blown the belfry. (SQUAWKS)

But as car chases go,
it was a gas. (LAUGHS)

Ugh. I need new friends.

BLACK CANARY: Well,
look what we have here.

Woopsie.

New plan. Let's bash some bad guys.

I'm down.

Sorry for the tight squeeze.
We're almost there.

It's all good,

except for the Batarang
I think I'm sitting on.

Try not to shift your weight, then.

Could be an exploding one.

(BOTH GULP)

Where are we headed, Batman?

Someplace you can lie low
until we can clear your names.

And yours.

By helping us,
you've become a fugitive as well.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Jinkies! We're in the Batcave.

DAPHNE: As in the actual Batcave?

Based on the bat guano
I just stepped in,

I'd say yes.

Ooh...

Better.

(EXPLOSION)

Oops.

I have some investigating to do.

Please, make yourself at home.

Like, it definitely has
the whole cave thing going for it.

But the giant penny and Dino
don't exactly scream Bat.

Those do.

FRED: Wow! Batman's first uniform.

VELMA: And Robin, the Boy Wonder.

DAPHNE: Batgirl's got
the cutest cape ever.

SHAGGY: Like, those flashy threads
can only be Nightwing's.

(LAUGHS) Look, Scoob,
who knew Batman had a dog?

I did. (GIGGLES)

That's Ace the Bat-Hound.

These are all of Batman's sidekicks.

Former sidekicks.

(NEWS THEME PLAYING)

That one, the press report.

REPORTER: Detective Bullock,
you can't actually believe

Mystery Incorporated
is behind these crimes?

This all started right after
they arrived in Gotham.

And this time, we got it all on camera.

(ALL GASP)

BULLOCK: Norville Rogers,

better known by his gang
caH sign, Shaggy.

ALL: Shaggy?

REPORTER: There you have it, folks.

Undeniable proof that
Mystery Incorporated is guilty of...

FRED: Really has his trademark slouch.

DAPHNE: And his toothpick arms.

And his soulless, beady eyes.

Like, okay. We get the picture.

But it's not me.

Of course not. There is no
possible way that's Shaggy.

He walked right past a box of donuts.

You don't suppose Detective Bullock
and his men could be...

No. Stay here.

It's too dangerous for you kids
to be out on the street.

Where are you going?

Back to where this all started.

Milo's lab.

Something about that event
still doesn't add up.

You mean, we have to stay
holed up in this cave

without sustenance?

Or anything to eat?

There's a supply of food in...

Ah, the Bat dehydrator.

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

It's been shrunk.

What horrific device
could do this to food?

It's evil. Evil, I tell you.

It allows me to eat
high-caloric meals on the go.

(BOTH CHOMPING)

(LAUGHS) It's like
eating a full course meal.

In one moisture-free bite.

(BOTH CHOMPING)

Ugh, I've never eaten so little
and felt so full.

Oh, instant gluttony.

(BOTH BURP)

But, Batman, we wanna help.

This mud isn't native to the area.

Find out where it came from.

You're letting me
use the Batlab? (CHUCKLES)

Of course. We are partners, after all.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jinkies.

(WHIRRING)

(GRUNTS)

indulging in a bit of
Bat sieuthery, are we?

Aquaman, not a good time.

But I heard about all the trouble
you and your hippy sidekicks are in.

I want to help.

They're not hippies, and you're not...

Not a detective, I know, by Neptune.

I'm here to lend my fists, not my wits.

(SIGHS) Fine. But follow my lead.

Outrageous!

I shall call this,
"The time I helped Batman

"defend a gang of juvenile delinquents."

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Are you okay, Batman?

Did you hear a voice?

Sorry, old chum.

My hearing's as sharp
as a swordfish, but...

(RUSTLING)

I heard that.

Question, what are you doing here?

Following the threads, same as you.

They all lead here, but it's a dead end.

It can't be. It's the only way
to clear Mystery Incorporated.

THE QUESTION: The gang
isn't behind this, I'm sure of that.

Well, look who's finally learned
to have a little faith.

And for a change, you're not ending
every sentence with a question.

I can't tell you how annoying that was.

Pull it in for a hug,
my blank-faced buddy.

THE QUESTION: Ugh.

Guess I picked up a few bad habits
working with you and Batman.

Why, you've even developed
a sense of humor.

Of sorts.

This is a night for rejoicing.

That'll have to wait, Aquaman.
There's evil afoot.

Crimson Cloak has rebuilt
Milo': teleportation machine.

(RUMBLING)

Welcome, Dark Knight.

Okay, that is scary. Can't be real.

It isn't. But I suspect
I know who it is.

Leo Scarlett's father, Sam.

Give yourself up, Mr. Scarlett.
This won't bring Leo back.

Let me help you, please.

That name means nothing
to the Crimson Cloak.

Then what is it you want?

Why, you, of course, Batman.

(GRUNTING)

THE QUESTION: Batman! Aquaman!

BATMAN: Question! No!

Don't worry about him, Dark Knight.

Fear for yourself.

VELMA: Now to see if I can identify
the soil from this footprint.

Oh, okay, that was weird.

Guys, something strange...

ls going on.

(SHRIEKS)

Jeepers! The mud's alive!

But how?

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

So, like, we're in a battle
with possessed dirt.

Clearly, the chemicals in the stolen
isotope spilled into the ground,

resulting in stimulation
of the silicon particles which...

Ah, who am I kidding?

There's no rational explanation
for this.

(ALL PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

It must be linked with the case somehow.

SCOOBY-DOO: You think?

(VELMA SCREAMS)

(SNARLING)

We need Batman.

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Huh?

Awaken, Batman.

You wouldn't want to miss
the final moments of your life.

Leo, listen to me. I...

Leo is gone.

There is only The Crimson Cloak.

(SNARLING)

I'm sorry. Let me help you.

CRIMSON CLOAK: Too late.
You didn't save me.

And no one will save you.

Behold! I have repaired
what you destroyed.

(MACHINE POWERING UP)

(GROANS)

(SNARLING)

Suffering sand dollars!

I know you're a ghost,
but pull yourself together.

Great Scott, that's it!

How could I have not known?

(WHIMPERING)

BOTH: Fred. Plan.

Okay, okay.

Shagg, Scoob, you're...

BOTH: The bait? Shocker.

Hmm.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

Turn the dehydrator on.

(POWERING ON)

(ALL SIGH)

It's only dust.

This is all starting to make sense now.

There's only one villain
who could be responsible.

Watch this.

- No way!
- I don't believe it.

Believe it! We've got to warn Batman!

- (BEEPS)
- VELMA: Batman.

(ALL GASP)

He's been captured. We have to help.

How? We're wanted
by every police officer, villain,

and superhero in Gotham.

- Hmm.
- VELMA: What is it, Fred?

Plan B.

And "B" is for "Bat."

Groovy.

Aquaman, keep him distracted.

Will do, old chum.

I'll masterfully misdirect
that malevolent miscreant.

Hey there, buddy.

Let's not be too hasty
with those buttons.

After all, theft is one thing,

but this...

CRIMSON CLOAK: No loose ends.

Ah, yes, loose ends.

That reminds me of the time Mera made
her famous squid entrail casserole.

Oh, unfortunately, the squid
had gone bad and...

Uh-uh-uh. No tricks, Dark Knight.

(GROANING)

And now, dear Batman,

it's your turn
to be scattered everywhere.

(POWERING ON)

So ends the world's greatest detective.

(SNARLING)

And what's left of Gotham City

will be the criminal underworld's
to do with as it pleases.

(POWERING DOWN)

What?

FRED: Desist with this
depraved disintegration,

you diabolical despot.

The Bat Gang has arrived.

ALL: Prepare to face
the hammers of justice!

Like, um, what's next?

(SCREAMS)

Huh?

Outrageous!

Now, that's what I call an entrance.

More distractions!

Jeepers! He's turned into Bat villains.

What do we do?

Run!

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

(GANG WHIMPERING)

Like, isn't someone supposed
to say "holy something" about now?

Oh, um...
Holy surrounded by Bat villains!

Mmm. Not quite.

Try, Holy Custer's Last Stand, Batman!

How are you so good at this?

NOW!

(SNARLING)

- Huh?
- Have a taste

of the Bat dehydrator.

- (WHIRRING)
- (SNARLING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE CHATTER
ON RADIO)

BULLOCK: There we go.
Good job, guys.

Make sure you get every grain.

Looks like we missed the party.

THE QUESTION: We all did.

Took me a while to dig myself out
from under all that rubble.

FRED: Now, for the unmasking.

Only there's no mask
to pull off this time.

Allow me.

Observe, The Crimson Cloak
is actually Clayface.

His real name is Basil Karlo,

an actor who was transformed
into living clay

and can mold himself into anything.

Or anyone.

That's why my telepathy
didn't pick him up.

But for what motive?

I picked up a corrosive bacteria strain.

My body was breaking down,
getting harder to maintain my shape.

It was easier to split
into several parts.

BOTH: Been there, done that.

But how could
a teleportation machine help?

I was offered a cure.

Just another acting role, I guess.

All I had to do was help him
by stealing the isotopes

and framing you kids.

Help who?

The real culprit
behind this entire plot.

The Riddler.

ALL: The Riddler?

Once he had the machine,
he would hand over a cure.

I suppose he was just acting, too.

All right. Guess you kids
ain't guilty of anything.

Except maybe bad taste in fashion.

BULLOCK: Okay, let's get this
ball of mud back to Blackgate.

DAPHNE: I almost feel sorry for him.

BATMAN: He'll be fully rehydrated,

once he's securely back
behind prison walls.

Now, see here, old chap,

how could Riddler have orchestrated
so complex a plan from Arkham?

Because The Riddler was never at Arkham.

Jinkies!

Wow! I don't understand.

Outrageous!

Okay, I'm completely confused.

Zoinks!

Batman to Arkham.

Arkham here, Batman.

BATMAN: Check inmate in cell DC-140.

The Riddler is still in his cell.

Check again.

What? Arkham to Batman.

It's not The Riddler. It's...

Another Clayface decoy.

Then where is he?

Closer than you think.

I believe you kids
are owed a true unmasking.

ALL: The Riddler?

Okay, now this is getting redundant.

Incredible! How long was he
posing as The Question?

Ever since our fight at the bank.

So Clayface pretended to be The Riddler.

Giving The Riddler the chance
to ambush The Question.

A perfect shell game.

Blazes! How did you
suss that out, good man?

I didn't. I was too distracted
by The Crimson Cloak

and my own sense of failure.

It was Aquaman's
keen observational skill

that noticed Question's
changed demeanor.

What the what?

Oh, right. Yes, of course, old chum.

Don't mention it.

We detectives have to stick together.

(LAUGHS)

Um...

Like, it feels weird that we didn't
solve the crime or do the wrap-up, even.

Yeah, maybe you were right
to begin with, Batman.

We aren't ready for the big leagues.

Actually, you've more than
earned your place

on the Mystery Analysts team.

I wouldn't have reopened
or solved this case at all

if it weren't for you meddling kids.

Okay, Riddler, it's time to get you
back to your cell at Arkham.

And to think, I almost got away with...

Oh, wait. I did get away with it.

What are you talking about?

One last riddle.

How is this moment
like the end of a boxing match?

Because the gloves are off!

(GRUNTS)

- (ALL CLAMORING)
- (RIDDLER LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(WHOOPING)

After him!

End of the line, you warped wordsmith.

You and your goons are outnumbered.

This game has just begun.

You should know that
the answer to every riddle

is an even bigger one.

(WHIRRING)

(POWERING ON)

(RUMBLING)

RIDDLER: With this device, I can riddle
your precious city into oblivion.

It can vaporize
entire sections of Gotham.

I need only pick a target,

press a button, and zap!
It vanishes forever.

(LAUGHS)

First up...

Say goodbye to City Hall.

- THE QUESTION: Riddle me this.
- What?

What just hit you?

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Answer? The Question.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(HIGH-PITCHED WARBLING)

Question, lower the shield!

(GRUNTS) It's not working.

Ah, we need to shut it down.

I'm afraid it's on a chain reaction.

It cannot be stopped.

Batman, you'll have to destroy it!

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

That voice.
How can I still be hearing it?

I don't hear anything.

Me neither.

- SCOOBY-DOO: I heard it.
- You did?

And see it.

Bangers and mash!

It looks like a man.

I know who it is.
We need to reverse the polarity.

Impossible! It's too late, Batman.

It's not impossible. I can help.

Shaggy, Fred, Daphne, Detective Chimp,

flip every other relay
to reverse phasing.

(GRUNTS)

I just want to say this really tingles.

And not in a good way.

(ALL STRAINING)

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Can't get leverage.

(STRAINING)

Slipping.

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERING)

Hurry! It's about to overload!

(STRAINING)

AQUAMAN: Batman?
SCOOBY-DOO: Hmm.

(GIGGLES)

(GROANS)

I'm alive?

Leo Scarlett. Welcome home.

Aah...

Your first encounter with the machine

put you in tune
with the teleporter's frequency.

But only when you were near the isotopes
used in the original device.

That's why I kept hearing
him at the crime scenes.

MAN: There you are.

Professor Scarlett.

Thank you, Caped Crusader,
for saving my son.

I can't give you back
the years you've lost,

but I'm sure you have many more ahead.

So, Bats, how does it feel
to have your unsolved case solved?

It feels good.

But I couldn't have done it
without my friends.

Especially Scooby and the gang.

You realize that leaves him with
a clean slate of solved cases, right?

Overachiever.

There'll be no living with him now.

As if there was before.

BATMAN: Mystery Incorporated,
you filled those suits well.

Aw, shucks. (GIGGLES)

Ah, finally, we can relax.

Nope, afraid not.

Tonight is our last night in Gotham.

Oh...

Then until our next adventure.

It's been an honor,
Mystery Incorporated.

Actually, there's one remaining mystery
that we've finally solved.

The biggest question of them all,

"Who is the Batman?"

And we finally figured out the answer.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, this should be good.

Batman is the warmest, kindest,
most big-hearted soul we've ever met.

A great big teddy bat.

Aw...

Then I hope you'll
keep that to yourselves.

The criminal underworld
would have a field day if they knew.

Your secret's safe with us.

No promises.

BATMAN: I almost forgot,
a bat snack for Scooby.

- You've earned it.
- Yeah!

- (LAUGHS)
- Hmm.

Holy Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Batman!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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