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PIPI: Yes, good, yes.

The costumes look wonderful.

But I'd like to see more lace and brass buttons, overall.

Take that down, Randolph.

This year's Monster Mystery Party must be Wuthering Manor's finest.

It's the first one that uses the terrible incident that happened in this house,

so many years ago.

Oh, it still sends chills down my spine.

(ROARS)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, that costume is terrible.

What is that repulsive lump beneath the collar?

That repulsive lump is my head, Lady Wuthering.

Well, it won't do.

Guests will be soon arriving to pretend to be people

pretending to solve a pretend mystery,

while a pretend monster pretends to attack them.

Every pretend detail must be perfect.

Now, Randolph, where were we on our to do list?

I've drawn a goatling, his name is Steve! That name's not final.

Okay, well let's prepare for our guests.

Mmm.

(ROARS)

(SCREAMS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

DAPHNE: Wow, this is so weird.

I can't believe I'm excited about going to a Monster Mystery Party.

I know, it sounds like so much fun.

How come we never went before?

Oh, growing up I always thought Monster Mystery Parties just seemed so,

you know, geeky and nerdy.

I mean, look at the invitation.

Should I have feelings about this?

Like, if the feelings are "Let's turn around and not go there,"

then yes.

-(WHIMPERS) -I actually agree with Shaggy and Scooby.

-BOTH: Huh? -But for completely different reasons

than being too chicken.

As long as you agree.

Yeah, chicken hug.

(GRUNTS) We solve real, difficult mysteries every day for some reason.

Isn't this kiddie stuff?

Hey, this is a chance to practice solving mysteries

without any actual, real danger or monsters.

It'll be fun. Like, sorry.

Scary places are where scary things happen.

That's why they're called "scary places".

Check and mate.

(THUNDER ROLLING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

(TEETH CHATTERING)

Colander, how are you?

I can't complain, legally.

Do come in. The guests are in the banquet room.

Like, when you say "banquet room"?

I was hoping this is what he meant.

Me too.

Wow, this place is so fancy.

I can't believe you grew up like this.

Eh, enormous wealth is overrated.

Unless you want to buy lots of stuff.

Daphne? Bradwick!

Daphne Blake, it's been ages.

Bradwick and I have known each other since childhood.

Look at you, absolutely stunning.

(GIGGLES) Right, that's me.

Set for stun. (LASER SOUNDS) Pew, pew!

(GUESTS EXCLAIMS)

Whoa!

(CRASH)

COLANDER: Your attention, please.

May I introduce your hosts, Lord Randolph and Lady Pipi Wuthering.

Good evening.

Welcome to the annual Wuthering Monster Mystery Party.

You're all doomed, doomed!

Psst, Randolph, no.

This year's mystery is based on the dark legend of the Headless Count

that haunts Wuthering Manor in search of a new head.

But all is not as it seems. Or is it?

What's going on?

That is for you to solve.

And now I will assign your character and costume.

PIPI: Daphne Blake will portray...

Her Majesty Queen Victoria of England.

(GIGGLES) Cool.

PIPI: Bradwick Haverall will portray

the King of England, Steve.

RANDOPLH: That name's not final!

The king and the queen, perfect.

PIPI: Fred Jones will portray

bumbling police constable, Jeery.

Wait, uh, bumbling?

Oh, let's not forget your bumbling gloves.

PIPI: Velma Dinkley will portray...

Flumsy, the scullery maid.

Oh, no.

PIPI: Norville "Shaggy" Rogers will portray...

Wickle, the chimney sweep.

Yes!

Like, what Headless Count would want this grimy head?

PIPI: Scooby-Doo will portray...

Lady Bethabeth.

Huh?

PIPI: Finally, Colander, our butler, will portray...

Peppermill, the butler.

I am transformed.

Now, you must pretend to be your character at all times,

or be disqualified and confined to your room.

As always, whoever solves the mystery

will have their portrait hung in the Hall of Master Sleuths.

(GASPS)

With that, let the Wuthering Monster Mystery Party begin!

(TRUMPETING)

(GUESTS MUTTER)

Did you hear that?

They made me a bumbling police officer.

That means I have to be bad at solving mysteries on purpose,

or I'll be disqualified.

(FUMBLING) Oh, sorry, Velma.

Bumbling gloves, what am I going to do?

Beg pardon, Constable Jeery,

but I don't know this Velma of whom you speak.

Besides, it isn't a lowly scullery maid's place to offer advice.

Oh, no.

The rules say we have to pretend to be these characters the whole time,

and you're Velma, you can't break rules.

No, Constable, not Velma, I'm Flumsy.

Now please excuse me, I must tend to my duties in the kitchen.

(ROARS) (GUESTS SCREAM)

DAME BERNICE: Hey, unhand me!

PIPI: But you're Victim Number One, your story's over.

DAME BERNICE: We just started. I won't go.

COLANDER: Please, would... Ow!

DAME BERNICE: (GRUNTING) Put me down!

The Headless Count has claimed his first victim.

It's as if she vanished into thin air.

Who among us will solve this dire mystery?

I, Constable Jeery, will get to the bottom of this.

The Count couldn't have gotten far.

Let's break into small teams and do a room by room sweep of the manor.

(CLEARS THROAT) Less sweep, more bumble, Constable Jeery.

(CLEARS THROAT) Oh, uh, this, uh, chair did it.

(EXCLAIMS)

(CHAIR CRASHES)

Better, but I've got my eye on you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) They never mentioned this in butler school.

(ROARS)

COLANDER: Help!

Help!

Hey! I mean, you there.

Unhand that...

Okay, I know we have to stay in character, but that's not cool.

(STRAINING) He's real!

What?

(CRASHING)

Oh, Your Majesty.

Don't you look wonderful.

Why, thank you.

I just had a run-in with the Headless Count.

Already? Oh, dear.

I hope he hasn't forgotten how the story goes again.

Yeah, something didn't seem right.

Bumbling Constable Jeery failed to get his man.

Seems right to me.

(SIGHS)

So, Your Majesty, perhaps you'd like to help me search for clues?

How droll.

This police constable wants Queen Victoria to follow him

around like some lackey!

I decree...

A queen decrees things, right?

I decree the queen herself can solve this mystery single-handedly!

Like, 'ello, govna!

Wickle the chimney sweep, at your service.

And Lady Bethabeth.

I don't suppose you guys want to do some mystery solving?

Like, we feel it's best left to real mystery solvers.

Like, that book's out of place, isn't it?

Yeah, strange.

The first clue has been found by Wickle,

the chimney sweep and Lady Bethabeth.

ALL: What? (TRUMPETING)

No! I thought I put that in the no-no box.

I regret nothing.

Good show, Wickle and Lady Bethabeth!

How did Shaggy and Scoo...

Wickle and Lady Bethabeth find the first clue?

Should've been me.

Here, allow me to examine that book.

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

The Windowless Room. What does that mean?

Wait, the queen decrees the real clue is the author,

Carrie Wood.

Don't you see? Carrie Wood.

Brilliant!

You can't decree what a clue means.

I decree the queen can decree whatever she wants to.

Sorry, old chap, she's got you there.

Well, Your Highness, perhaps, you should go and investigate your clue,

and I'll go and investigate mine.

I know exactly what this means.

It means Flumsy must clean it up.

If it wasn't for the mess around here, I'd already have this mystery solved.

M'lady.

(GUESTS CHATTERING)

Like, what was all that about?

It's kinda obvious the book was left here because whoever took it out...

(GASPS)

Couldn't put it back.

Exactly.

Looks dark and scary.

Like, sure, to Shaggy and Scooby,

but we're pretending to be Wickle and Lady Bethabeth,

which makes this pretend dark and scary.

Makes pretend sense.

Shall we?

After you.

Say, Queeny, why don't you and I team up and solve this mystery together.

I don't know, Kingy.

No offence, but I've got a lot of experience with this stuff.

I might be better off going solo Queen on this one.

Come, let me show you something.

You think there's a clue here, in the Hall of Master Sleuths?

You may find something of interest.

Bradwick! I mean, King Steve,

you've solved the Wuthering's Mystery for the last five years?

Indeed. I may be of some value if the Queen wishes to, say,

show a bumbling constable she can win without his...

I decree we're a team.

Splendid, let's start with your Carrie Wood clue.

One carries wood to a fireplace, yes?

Perhaps someone tried to burn evidence.

Good, we'll split up and check the fireplaces, then meet back in here.

Until then, my Queen.

Something strange is going on around here.

The Headless Count grabbed the butler,

and Pipi said he wasn't even supposed to show up then.

I'm telling you, things aren't what they seem to be.

A mystery within a myst...

Yeah, hold on a second, Todd.

Are you talking to me?

I'm kind of in the middle of something, here.

My answer's no, Todd.

I'm not joking. I've never been more serious in my life!

Well, once again, Constable Jeery's on his own.

Wait, no, he's got Freddie Jones.

So, Freddie, what's next?

The rules say stay in your room if you're out of the game.

So let's visit Victim Number One and see if everyone's following these rules.

Clever, Mr. Jones.

Why thank you, Constable Jeery.

I have completely lost my mind.

Hmm.

(STRAINING)

(CRASH)

Hmm.

Hello? Dame Bernice?

Hmm.

Hmm?

Hmm, Luxury Limo Rentals. Huh.

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

So like, the Headless Count can go anywhere in the house

using these old, secret passageways.

Like, you know, suddenly mystery solving doesn't seem so hard.

I guess without real danger, we're actually pretty good at it.

Who knew?

Like, it's ridiculous when you think about it.

A headless count, ha.

Like, how does he even see where he's going?

(CHUCKLES)

(ROARS)

(LAUGHING)

Like, we're sorry. Okay, oh.

(CLEARS THROAT) Oh, Lady Bethabeth, it's the Headless Count!

Are you sure?

Like, there's only one way to tell.

How many fingers am I holding up?

(LAUGHING)

(ROARS)

(LAUGHING)

SHAGGY: I can't, I can't breathe.

Like, I'm sorry, sir, you're doing an amazing job.

Yeah, you're killing me!

(ROARS)

Um, like, I understand you're upset,

but instead of taking it out on a chimney sweep,

you should fire your barber.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I think he went too far.

(DOOR RATTLING)

Whoa.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

What on earth is going on?

Uh, like, nothing.

A mystery feather.

Like, good work, Lady Bethabeth.

That didn't come from anything in this room.

The second clue has been found by Lady Bethabeth and Wickle, the chimney sweep.

(TRUMPETING)

But, I had that destroyed.

I am resourceful.

Like, we've become real detectives.

Daphne, listen, something's wrong.

Dame Bernice is missing and her room's been tossed.

Oh, Constable Jeery, who is this Daphne of which you speak?

Fred, what are you doing? The rules?

Would you forget that? Listen to me.

This isn't a game anymore!

There's a real Monster Mystery at Wuthering Manor.

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

Yeah, listen, Todd, I'm being dragged to my doom, here, can I get back to you on that?

See? He's real.

You're crazy! This is a hoot!

You there!

The Queen decrees you put that man down.

(ROARS)

Daphne, no!

I think I just decreed my pants.

(DAPHNE SCREAMS)

Everyone get out of here, run!

(ROARS)

Oh, good, a chase! I love a good romp.

(ROARS)

(CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUESTS LAUGHING)

They think it's part of the game!

As long as they run.

(LAUGHING)

* Come, stay right there

* You'll stay in one place Not everywhere *

(LAUGHING)

* Unlock the cellar door, 'cause I can't find the key *

(ROARING)

* You'll never open up for me *

(DELIGHTED LAUGHING)

(CLUCKING)

* I wanna show you what I hear *

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

* 'Cause you're not feeling what I see *

* And you're reckless, you're a centipede *

(ROARING)

* And you'd never believe me

(ROARING) (GUESTS LAUGHING)

* We lost our heads this evening *

* Looks like we hit the ceiling *

BOTH: Huh?

Hello?

Fred, I think we're the only ones left.

Oh, if I hadn't sent Bradwick off to search for clues,

he'd have known the count was real, too.

Poor Bradwick, what Headless Count wouldn't want that head?

Aw, thanks, Queeny.

BOTH: Ahhh! Oh, sorry to startle you.

You did say meet back here.

I saw the fiend using these hidden passageways and thought,

two can play at that game!

Good work. We should search for anyone else.

I'll check downstairs.

Bradwick, stay with Daphne and check upstairs.

You have a better chance together.

But what about you?

I'll be fine.

Constable Jeery may bumble, but Fred Jones doesn't.

Starting now.

(CRASH)

FRED: Okay, now.

FRED: Whoa, stairs. (CRASHING)

FRED: Now.

BRADWICK: (SHOUTS) (GASPS) Oh, no!

Bradwick!

(GASPS)

Fred!

Velma, you're all right.

Velma?

Flumsy?

Yes, Constable Jeery?

(SIGHS)

Fred?

Fred! Hello?

Anyone!

SHAGGY: 'Ello, mum.

(GASPS) Oh, I'm so happy to see you guys!

The Headless Count got everyone else!

That horrible, that.

So, like, where do the Wutherings store their cleaning supplies?

What?

We found residue on the feather that's just common household cleaner.

-Mmm-hmm. -The cleaning supplies would be in the basement pantry,

but, but don't you get it? The game's over.

Ah, we appreciate the vote of confidence.

Like, we should have it wrapped up in a jiffy, ta ta.

Wait, no, guys! The Headless Count...

Well, Lady Bethabeth, here we are.

The end of the game.

(CHUCKLES) If we're correct, and I know we are,

down in this dark, creepy basement is proof that...

SCOOBY-DOO: The butler did it.

Yes, like there he is!

The butler, all tied up with ropes?

And gagged?

Wait a tick, this can't be right.

I guess that means the real Headless Count is

Merry Jim, the circus clown.

(STRAINING)

Nope.

I mean, Victim Number One.

Hmm?

Like, I don't get it.

If everyone we thought was really the Headless Count

was tied up down here the whole time?

That would mean...

(GROWLS)

The Headless Count

is, is, real!

(ROARS)

Like, run for your life, Scoob!

Three, two, one, and...

(CRASH)

Velma?

Great work, guys. I knew you'd figure out the butler did it.

Too bad there was also a real Headless Count in the game.

Let's go free everyone tied up in the pantry.

Then I'll show you who the Count really is.

Like, I didn't see that coming.

She is good.

Hey, great job, kids.

Indeed, but who is this awful person who ruined my party?

Well, the real head that belongs to the Headless Count is

Bradwick Haverall.

ALL: Bradwick Haverall?

Steve! That's right.

VELMA: Bradwick used the legend of the Headless Count as his real costume.

He secretly read the Master Mystery book

so he'd know where everyone was supposed to be and could control the game.

So that's how you were Master Sleuth all those years in a row.

You cheated.

Bradwick knew the mystery ended in the basement pantry,

so that would be the last place everyone would go.

Except the kitchen maid so, he got rid of her.

To make sure he was the only Headless Count in the game,

he also took Colander out, along with anyone else in his way.

But why, Bradwick?

Simple, money.

Bradwick must have blown through his fortune.

He was robbing everyone's room while they were playing the game.

The first clue was the empty jewelry boxes,

but the real clue was the rented limousine keys

he dropped while robbing Dame Bernice.

Since Bradwick couldn't afford a driver,

he drove himself to hide the fact that he was having money problems.

I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you

my dear, sweet, meddling Daphne,

and your vile friends.

Yeah, whatever, Kingy. Woulda, shoulda, coulda.

Off with his head!

Or jail works.

Well, at least I'm glad I saved the reputation of good, old Constable Jeery.

And Scoob and I realized what we realized before was correct.

Scary places are where scary things happen.

Check and mate.

Don't worry, guys.

Next year I'll let mother shred the invitation.

I don't know. I actually had fun.