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COMMENTATOR: Next up to bat for the Gypsy Moths, Myles Kramer.

(CROWD BOOING)

Looking a bit nervous with rumors abound of a ghost haunting the team.

Bad time for pre-poncho night.

(CROWD BOOS)

Strike!

COMMENTATOR: Whoa! He didn't even see that one coming.

Strike two!

Kramer's still not swinging.

(GATE CREAKING)

0-2 count for our peaked batter.

Oh! Ah!

Oh! And he appears to be calling a shot.

And the crowd loving his over-confidence.

This is gonna be a long one.

He's telling the infield to get way back.

(CROWD GASPS)

-(CROWD GASPS) -(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Oh, Kramer was pointing to a ghost.

Run for your lives!

(CROWD SCREAMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

Well, here we are. Middleton stadium,

home of Shaggy's beloved Gypsy Moths.

Hey, come on, the game's started already.

I'll be eating.

(SIGHS) Honestly, baseball never appealed to me.

Grown men with non-ironic moustaches

whacking stitched horsehide with clubs. Seen it.

Come on! This is a chance to cheer along with the crowd.

Root for the home team.

I mean, when's the last time you, Velma,

really sincerely did the wave?

Like, you know, from here.

Oh-ho-ho.

Like, I'm home. Gah!

(GASPS)

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Oh! It's just the Gypsy Moths' beloved mascot,

Maurice the moths-cot.

Cool! The mascot is the most important member of the team.

They inspire everyone.

When the going gets tough, the team mascot says...

MAURICE: I quit.

I signed up for cheering, rooting and some mild gymnastics.

Not for ghost attacks!

I'm out of here!

(GRUNTING)

Ghost attacks?

Mmm, sounds like the game has changed from baseball to mystery solving.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Like, not here.

Anywhere but here.

Maybe we can do something about it.

Yeah, run away.

Um, Shaggy?

No, Scoob. Not this time.

I spent my childhood with the Gypsy Moths, and they never let me down.

Like, my team needs me, so...

I can't believe I'm about to say this.

We've got a m...

Got a m...

Got a m...

Got a mystery to solve!

SCOOBY-DOO: Huh.

(GROWLS)

Like, there's no one here.

Well, I'll be... Shaggy Rogers,

the Gypsy Moth's super fan.

Jack Turner, the Gypsy Moth's owner.

Shaggy holds the record for the most dogs eaten during a game.

All of 'em. (LAUGHING)

Ah, those were happier times.

That was before the ghost of Chip Braverton.

Chip Braverton?

He's the ghost?

Like, he was one of the greatest Gypsy Moths of all time.

No one can come close to the stats like his.

Did you say stats? As in statistics?

Yep. Stats are at the heart of baseball.

(GASPS) Statistics.

Batting average.

Divide the number of base hits by the total number of at-bats.

Earned run average.

The number of runs allowed by a pitcher per nine innings.

Oh, wow. Math can make anything fun!

Sadly, the ghost has scared away the last of the fans.

Looks like I'll have to dissolve the team and sell the stadium.

Huh? You can't!

I mean, have you considered... Um, uh...

Use your baseball words.

Sure. But, what you failed to take into account is...

(GROANS)

-They call this "Giving signs." -Ah.

No one takes baseball more seriously than I do.

But facts are facts.

If we can't get rid of the ghost,

this may be the last of the Gypsy Moths.

Uh, Mr. Turner, why not let our team help your team.

Believe me. No one takes mysteries more seriously than we do.

DAPHNE: Go team! We'll get that ghost.

Something, something, butter toast!

She's wearing the moth suit, isn't she?

What team couldn't use more inspiration?

Well, I'm signing the sale papers tomorrow.

So, that only gives you tonight to do whatever this is.

Good luck, kids.

Okay, Shaggy, Scooby and Daph...

Maurice the moths-cot.

Go scope out the field. Velma and I will take the upper levels.

Off to the field! Here we go!

Blah-blah-blah-blah, pinky toe!

(SCREAMING AND GROANING)

I'm okay!

I'm in for a long night.

Hey, guys. Sorry, the stadium's closing for the night.

Oh, no. We're just trying to get to the bottom of what's going on here.

That's great. I'm Dustin Wallswreath.

Dustin Wallswreath?

One-time designated backup outfielder for the Gypsy Moths?

My bobblehead?

Mmm...

I'm the Gypsy Moths' facilities manager now.

-Okay, one photograph. -Hey!

(CAMERA CLICKS)

It's quite a stadium, huh? Oh, the history.

Like that one double I hit.

Or the time I thought I wouldn't catch the ball, but then I did.

But I guess it's all over now.

-(OMINOUS ORGAN MUSIC) -Soon this magnificent stadium will be a dark haunted shell.

The roar of the crowd replaced by sinister howling from beyond the...

-Georgia! -(GASPS)

Sorry, Georgia's been the Moth's organ player for...

Well, I don't remember a time when she wasn't.

Maybe you can tell us about Chip Braverton.

I knew Chip Braverton, yeah.

He was a good man.

Salt of the earth.

I even wrote him his own theme song.

* Chip, Chip, Chip, all feel bad

* Don't you worry he'll never return

* From the grave and scare you

* That's our Chip

Catchy.

Now, if you'll excuse me. Back to work.

* There are men who wear matching suits

* They run around in the grass *

(SNIFFING)

Hmm, I smell something.

Go, Scooby, sniff that clue, Scooby-Dooby something do!

I guess two Doobys could have worked there.

(SNIFFING)

BOTH: Moth-dogs!

(LAUGHING) Oh.

-No. I can't. -Huh?

Like, this is no time to eat delicious, bountiful moth-dogs.

-Now? -No.

-Now? -No.

-Now? -No.

-How about now? -No!

I've gotta be a team player.

After we save the Gypsy Moths, we can have all the moth-dogs we can eat.

I can't believe what I'm saying.

(WHIMPERING)

(SCOOBY-DOO LAUGHING)

(CHOMPING)

DAPHNE: Hey, the dugout.

Oh, like, cool. Let's inspect it for clues.

-(SNIFFING) -(BUZZING)

Ow.

Hey, what are these?

DAPHNE: Polka dots.

Terrifying polka dots.

(WHIMPERS) Like, they seem to be coming from that tunnel.

Seems pretty clue-ish, huh?

-I guess we should... -Get out of here.

No, I guess we should take a...

A...

A look. (NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Oh...

Yay, team, we found a clue!

Rhymey, rhymey...

Man! Cheering is harder than it looks.

Look, I know this is creepy. But, I mean, the players' tunnel! (CHUCKLES)

I can practically hear the Moths' cleats

as they trot out onto the diamond.

Wow, Shaggy.

That's some pretty powerful nostalgia.

-I can hear the cleats, too. -Really?

(GROWLING)

-(CRACKLING) -(GASPS)

(SNARLING)

Like, it's the ghost of Chip Braverton.

(SNARLING)

Go, team! I mean, literally, go!

Hey, great. The announcer's box.

This gives us a view of the entire stadium.

-(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY SCREAMING) -(GROWLING)

Uh-oh. Not so great.

We've gotta help 'em.

Gang, quick. Go left.

No. My left!

VELMA: Fred, they don't know which way you are facing.

FRED: I realize that, Velma. Now.

-(DAPHNE SCREAMING) -(CHIP GROWLING)

FRED: Daphne, the left field bullpen!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

VELMA: Oh, Chip seems to be only batting about 100 today.

I guess there's no spring training in the great beyond.

Keep at him, Daph.

Hmm? (GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

FRED: Shaggy, Scooby, look out!

-Yikes! -(GASPS)

VELMA: This should be interesting.

Shaggy and Scooby are coming off a combined

"Hiding behind things" average of 380.

While their "Running screaming for their lives" average is a whopping 462.

-(BOTH GASPING) -(GROWLING)

No! Back the other way!

-(SCREAMING) -Oh!

Hey! (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

Whoa! They've got the ghost in some kind of pickle.

Careful, guys!

-(CHIP GRUNTS) -(SHAGGY EXCLAIMING)

Oh, this is gonna be tight.

(BREATHING RHYTHMICALLY)

Watch out. He's sliding. And...

-You're out! -(GROWLS)

Oh, and the horrifying spectral apparition of Chip Braverton

doesn't like that call one bit.

-(GROWLING) -My kid sister could have made that call,

and I don't even have a sister!

You got problems? Try playing catch by yourself!

You're out of here!

-Hmm? -SHAGGY: Run!

(SNARLS)

(ALL GASPING)

There you are.

We lost the ghost! Way to go! And...

Oh, forget it. We're fine.

Yeah, for now.

We need to learn more about this Chip Braverton.

I know just the place.

The Gypsy Moth hall of fame.

Just look at all this stuff.

-Oh! -Ah!

Sorry.

-(GASPING) -That's my... That... That was me.

-Oh... -Ah! (GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

It's just a big...

It's kind of bulky. (CHUCKLES)

-Oh. -(SHOWPIECE BREAKING)

Hey, Chip Braverton's game-winning home run ball

from the 1910 championship game. (CHUCKLES)

Like, check it out. Jim McCoy's glove.

And look, it's Jim McCoy.

I've made poor life choices.

And, like, I don't know who that is.

-Ah! Come on. -BOTH: Ah!

Surely a super fan like yourself knows Dustin Wallswreath.

Not ringing any bells.

I hold the team record for foul tips?

Don't sound familiar.

One time I showed up in my pajamas instead of my uniform,

because I got confused.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, nope.

So many beautiful statistics.

Here is Chip Braverton's historic 394 batting average.

DUSTIN: And here's my famous record of strikeouts while bunting.

Actually, I made that card myself.

-Here, let me sign that for you. -Hey!

This must be Jack Turner's office.

Let's check it out.

All right. I'll leave you to it, but be warned.

There's nothing about me in that room.

Okay, gang, be careful.

(STRUGGLING)

Look. It's an offer letter to Jack.

These must be the papers he's signing tomorrow.

Wow, Jack's poised to make a lot of money if he sells.

Yeah.

-Hey. -ALL: Ah!

What are you guys doing?

Oh, Jack. Uh, we were just looking for clues.

Well, I doubt you'll find anything helpful in here.

The ghost sightings have been mostly out on the field.

Sure. But, like, you know how it is.

To solve a mystery you have to touch every base.

Well, that's a baseball metaphor. So, I guess it's okay.

Great, we appreciate your confidence in us.

We'll just be going.

Go Moths!

(STRUGGLING)

(EXCLAIMS)

SHAGGY: Like, it doesn't make any sense.

If Jack wanted to sell the stadium and the team, he could.

Ghost or no ghost.

I just don't see the connection.

Interesting point, Shaggy.

Who are you?

Oh, come on, Scoob, we're supposed to be teammates.

Yeah, team scaredy-pants.

BOTH: Hmm?

-Now what? -Light it up.

Like, it'll take more than a horrible darkness to frighten me away

from solving this mystery.

Oh, how about that?

(SNARLS)

-Works for me. -(ALL SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

This way!

-(SCREAMS) -CHIP: Huh?

(GROWLING)

(CATCHY SHOWTUNE PLAYING)

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING)

Gang, duck!

(SCREAMS)

Ah, sorry, gang. I'm just not sure how to win this one.

This is really going to mess with our combined GCM.

Ghosts Caught per Mystery.

Then that's it.

Looks like this'll be the final season for the Gypsy Moths.

(GROANING)

Hey, team!

Come on, team, let's solve this thing!

We're up to bat and it's time to swing!

Daphne, please.

No.

Sometimes a team needs a mascot,

just like an outfit needs an ascot.

I'll cheer for Velma's giant brain,

even though I look insane!

We don't give up, that's not our thing

because we are the Scooby gang!

Negativity is mind pollution.

They gave us a mystery, we'll give 'em a solution.

'Cause like a Gypsy Moth to light

we don't go down without a fight!

Daphne, that's it.

A Gypsy Moth doesn't go down without a fight.

Look at me, I've managed to swallow fear and not swallow food.

Shaggy, I think you've just hit a home run.

It's time we throw old Chip Braverton a curveball.

And no more baseball metaphors.

-Yeah, enough already. -(MUMBLING)

FRED: Okay now, this could be dangerous.

So, I'll be the bait.

No, Fred, I'll do it.

Come again?

This plan has to work.

No one has more experience being the bait than I do.

That's what teamwork is all about.

Go, Shaggy.

Man, oh, man, what am I doing?

This is so scary.

Agreed.

Scoob? What are you doing here?

Teammates.

Teammates.

-You ready? -No.

-You? -Not at all.

BOTH: Let's do this.

Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter!

Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter!

Easy out. Easy out.

We want a batter. Not a poo-poo platter.

(SNARLS AND GROWLS)

(BOTH WHIMPER)

Hey, batter, batter, batter. (SOBBING)

Easy out. Easy out.

-(GROWLS) -Oh, Scooby-Doo, old pal, this might be it.

Any final words?

Now! Run!

Velma!

(GROWLS)

Hit the showers!

Good job, kids.

Just in time too.

Who's our culprit?

The pinch hitter for the legendary Chip Braverton,

is none other than...

ALL: Dustin Wallswreath?

But why?

He was a lousy player, but I gave him a good job.

Revenge. Dustin never forgave you for cutting him from the team.

And a Gypsy Moth doesn't go down without a fight.

He tried to scare away all the fans so the franchise would tank,

and Jack would have to sell off the team.

The first clue was Chip's batting stance.

The real Chip batted right-handed.

Dustin here batted left-handed.

But the real clue was statistics.

Chip's batting average was 394.

When Dustin tried to fend off the pitching machine,

he only connected with four out of the 26 balls.

The exact batting average Dustin had with the Moths, 154.

And Chip was pale as a ghost because he covered himself in calcium carbonate,

the white powder they use to line the baseball field.

And that's why those tiny white dots were in the tunnel.

Dustin got the powder on his cleats,

which slowly came off as he made his way onto the field.

And my plan would have been a home run too,

if it wasn't for that meddling super fan.

Hmm.

I can't thank you kids enough.

You saved the Gypsy Moths.

Shaggy, how would you like to throw out the first pitch tonight?

Oh-ho-ho, boy.

Can my best friend have the first catch?

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

FRED: Come on, Shag!