Let's hope old Neptune has been kind to us this time.
Huh? Salty scallops. Empty again.
I hate to say it, but our only choice now is Dead Man's Point.
[GASPS]
But isn't Dead Man's Point haunted?
Aye, 'tis what they say.
And we probably won't come back alive.
But don't forget, we're fishermen.
We do stupid things all the time.
[GULPS]
This fog is thicker than sea poop.
[LAUGHS]
Always slays me. "Sea poop."
Now, that's more like it. Huh?
[WHIMPERING]
What in the world?
[GRUNTS]
[IN UNISON] Huh?
[GROWLS]
FISHERMAN: The legend is true!
Fish freaks!
[BOTH SCREAM]
We're doomed!
[BOTH SCREAMING]
SCOOBY: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
DAPHNE: I love the Haunted Museum when it's empty.
It reminds me so much of us.
Oh, look, Flim Flam.
- Remember him, Freddy? - You forget, I was away that year.
I spent the summer tied up at trapping camp. Heh.
Get it? "Tied up"? "Trapping camp"?
Oh.... So tragic.
Twenty-five to life is a long stretch, even for a preteen con artist.
- Wow, I haven't seen-- - Look away, Daphne.
We all promised each other that we would never speak of him. Not ever.
The manager says this is the last main-course platter for you guys.
But, like, this is your All You Can Gorge Night.
- You have to keep feeding us. - Yeah, that's right.
All You Can Gorge only applies to amateur diners.
- You guys are pros. - Well, she's got us there, Scoob.
You wanna know how we do it, Miss Vampire-Waitress?
I'll bite.
Like, we call it the "All Gulp, No Air" eating technique.
By building our lung capacity, we can hold our breath...
...and literally inhale as much food as we want. Show her, Scooby-Doo.
[INHALES]
You two have way too much free time.
Hey out there, mystery lovers. Velma here.
No mysteries to report, just another Friday night.
I'm by myself, as usual, and you know what? That's okay.
What's so bad about sitting in your room, alone, on a Friday night?
[BEEPS]
"Dear Mystery Incorporated. Have you looked into the case...
...of the missing sardine boat that disappeared off Dead Man's Point?
I think it might have something to do with a haunted oil platform in the area.
Signed, Anonymous."
Jinkies, a mystery.
[LINE RINGING]
Hello, Daphne? Velma. Just got a tip on our web page.
Apparently a sardine boat disappeared.
What? Well, I guess it can wait.
Yes, I know you're in love with Fred.
[IMITATING DAPHNE] "Velma, I'm so in love."
[LINE RINGING]
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Scooby, Velma. Put Shaggy on.
Because you're almost impossible to understand on a phone.
Shaggy, Velma.
I've got a mystery for us. This boat disappeared.
What do you mean, you can't come?
Dessert?
But you can have jellied eyeball cobbler any-- Hello?
Hello? He hung up on me.
They don't wanna help me? Fine. I'll do it myself.
I hope Daphne doesn't mind me borrowing her family's expensive boat.
Great. It's gonna be impossible to find any clues in this fog.
WOMAN [SINGING]: My song fills your heart
From the depths of the sea
Please listen and learn
All you can learn from me
[WOMAN HUMMING]
- Oh! Who's there? WOMAN: A friend, Velma.
How do you know my name?
WOMAN: I know much about you and Mystery Incorporated.
For example, I know you struggle with being smarter than everyone.
Think you have a neck wattle, which is why you always wear a turtleneck.
Were dumped by your boyfriend for a dog.
Okay, you know me.
A mermaid?
I am the source of the anonymous tip that brought you out here.
Merfolk have the Internet? Wait, what am I saying?
This is biologically impossible.
Please, Velma. I have nowhere else to turn. I'm all alone.
I think you can understand that.
Crystal Cove is in danger.
They're coming for me. Run, Velma, or they'll get you too.
- Wait. I don't even know your name. - It's Amy. I'm a friend, Velma.
You have to trust me.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
[GASPS]
[GROWLS]
[SCREAMS]
[SNARLING]
A haunted oil platform? A missing sardine boat?
- Fish freaks? That's really scary. - Tell me about it.
Yeah. Like, if I wore boots, I'd be shaking in them.
Mr. E's usually the only one we get tips from.
This could be some kind of trap. You have no idea who the tipster is, Velma?
Uh, no. None.
Hopefully Skipper Shelton can clue us in on all that other stuff.
SHELTON: A missing sardine boat, eh?
Well, the only one that fishes these waters is run by my brother, Skipper Shelton.
There are two Skipper Sheltons?
Besides myself, there are five Skipper Sheltons, all siblings of mine.
A sardiner, a shrimper, a manta rayer, a kelper, and a sea dragoner.
But we don't talk about him, right, Wolfie?
[LAUGHS]
I have no idea what he's talking about.
As far as haunted oil platforms and fish freaks go, heh...
...that's a bunch of crazy sea tales.
VELMA: But-- - The next thing you'll be telling me...
...is that mermaids really exist. Ha-ha-ha.
[ALL LAUGHING]
FRED: We wouldn't go that far. DAPHNE: That's crazy.
[SNARLING]
Haunted oil platforms and fish freaks.
What will those crazy kids come up with next?
[SNARLING]
Huh?
What in the seven seas is making that racket?
[SNARLING]
[GROWLS]
Come on. Where are you?
[KNOCKING ON WINDOW]
Amy?
How did you get here all the way from the ocean?
It wasn't easy.
The last few yards, the neighborhood cats were stalking me something fierce.
[BOTH GRUNT]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
One second, Amy. I gotta log off.
See y'all later. A special friend just stopped by for a visit.
LOL.
Wow, you came all this way just to see me?
I had to. Skipper Shelton has been taken by the fish freaks.
- What? But we just left him. - I think they're headed for the oil platform.
- Can you lead us out there? - Sure, I guess.
- Great. I'll call the gang. MRS. DINKLEY: Velma, it's Mom.
Open up, honey. I wanna meet your special friend.
Uh.... What special friend?
MRS. DINKLEY: The one you just wrote about on your blog.
Mom. You're so nosy.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
MRS. DINKLEY: Velma Dinkley, you open the door this instant.
How am I gonna explain a mermaid in my room?
[GRUNTING]
Good thing I have this key I use to snoop around your room when you're not here.
- Oh, dear. Did I just say that out loud? - You have no respect for my privacy.
Of course I don't. You're a teenager.
[CRASHING]
I told you, there's no one here.
Uh, see? I told you.
FRED: Well, your anonymous tip checks out, Velma.
Skipper Shelton is nowhere to be found.
You know, I was wondering if this haunted oil platform...
...is the same one that used to be owned back in the day by Destroido.
The company with all those terrible products?
That's the one. They were going to start pumping oil a while back...
...until some scientist dude shut them down...
...over some, uh, environmental hibbity-jibbity stuff.
- When was this? - About 20 years back.
I didn't know you lived here that long ago.
I didn't. But, baby, I've always been interested...
...in the environmental hibbity-jibbity stuff.
This story was real big back in the day in all the papers.
Whoa! Like, check this out, you guys.
Destroido is having a press conference tomorrow.
Might be worth paying them a visit.
Ladies and gentlemen of the press, and smelly activists in need of a shower.
Destroido is proud to announce our newest product...
...guaranteed to be a hot seller, until we start getting sued.
Gummy Dummies. Fortified with extra lead.
Gummy Dummies, the candy designed to inhibit brain function...
...so you can relax in blissful ignorance.
It comes in cherry, lime and pork.
SCOOBY & SHAGGY: Mm....
[IN UNISON] Pork.
What a terrible product.
That's Destroido for you.
I don't have any time for stupid questions, so grab some free samples, then get lost.
Mr. Machine, we'd like permission to go out to your abandoned oil platform...
...for research purposes.
And I'd like to have a polka-dot princess pony, but Mommy won't get me one.
Now beat it before I have you arrested for trespassing.
Nice guy, isn't he?
DAPHNE: Ernesto? - Hello again, Comrade Daphne.
We've missed you on the front lines in our fight to take down the man.
Gang, you remember my radical idealist friend Ernesto from Darrow College.
Yeah. Hey, nice beret.
What size is your head? I'm a seven-and-three-quarters...
...but I've got a head dimple in the back that makes it impossible to get a snug fit.
So, dude, like, what brings you here besides obvious evil?
We're here to protect Gaia, Mother Earth...
...from despotic corporate overlords like Destroido.
Go Gaia.
ALL: Go Gaia.
Yeah. Well, good luck with that. Come on, you guys.
Just because Ed Machine said no, doesn't mean we have to listen to him.
DAPHNE: I don't remember Daddy's little boat being so dinged up.
Look over there.
Way to go, Scooby. I knew we'd find it eventually.
[DOOR CREAKS]
[SHAGGY GROANS]
Like, why couldn't we have come out here when it was nice and sunny?
The problem with fog is you can't see anything until it's--
[BOTH SCREAM]
Relax, you babies. It's just an empty suit.
[LAUGHS]
We knew that.
Like, can we go now? I don't know how this place could get any scarier.
I do.
[SNARLING]
[GROWLS]
[IN UNISON] Fish freaks!
Wow, look at these knots. The simplicity and the beauty.
These fish freaks have skills.
Like, what do they want with us? What if they eat my brains?
It'll be a light meal. But who are you?
Dr. Spike Cavanaugh. I used to be Destroido's chief of geology.
You're the scientist Angel was talking about.
The fish freaks nabbed me a couple of weeks ago.
- Forced me to help them. - Us too.
They've been making me and my brother work this rig like sea dogs.
What are they up to?
They're going to drill for oil underneath this platform.
Just like Destroido wanted to do years ago.
The ground here is so unstable, that there's going to be a nasty oil spill...
...if anyone drills into it.
I tried to warn them, but they just wheezed and shuffled off.
Why would fish freaks be interested in drilling for oil?
That, my canine friend, is the big greasy question.
Zoinks!
Please, I'm begging you not to drill.
The oil will kill thousands of helpless sea creatures...
...which I think you kind of are, right?
Oh, this is terrible. We have to stop that drill.
Maybe I can help.
ALL [IN UNISON]: A mermaid?
- Amy. ALL [IN UNISON]: Amy?
DAPHNE: You know her? VELMA: Okay, yes.
She was my source. But she's my secret special friend...
...so don't any of you think about stealing her. That was awkward.
Dr. Cavanaugh, where's the off switch for that drill?
- Uh.... It's on the drill. - That wasn't smart.
Yeah, I was never much of a details man.
Unfortunately, I damaged my tail pretty bad...
...dragging myself up those steps, or I'd go after it.
I recall you two bragging about how long you can hold your breath.
Like, that only applies when we're gulping massive amounts of chow.
- Yeah, chow. - Shaggy.
- Scooby. - But what about the fish freaks?
- They're, like, down there. - That's the best part.
Once you turn off the drill, they'll chase you back up here into one of my traps.
Right. I get it. Once again, we're bait.
[IN UNISON] Exactly.
[INHALES]
Couldn't we wait till the water warms up?
- Get in the water. - Right.
[BOTH INHALE]
Now, let's trap some fish freaks.
[BOTH GASP]
[ALL WHIMPERING]
[GROWLS]
AMY [SINGING]: Take another step closer
For we still haven't met
Now.
AMY [SINGING]: Too bad, you suckers
Now you're caught in my net
Good job, Freddy.
Not one of my fancier traps, but I think there's a certain beauty in its simplicity.
I would like to see who's been holding me captive all this time.
Ernesto?
Hello, Comrade Daphne, and her fellow comrade mystery-solving teenagers.
DAPHNE: But aren't you against all this anti-environment stuff?
Funny you should ask.
It started when we were doing research into our old foe, Destroido.
We were going through their trash when we ran across some interesting information.
Dr. Cavanaugh's report on this giant oil deposit off Dead Man's Point.
We came up with a plan to make enough money to fund our various protests.
We were gonna drill for the oil ourselves and sell it.
FRED: You were doing this for cash?
ERNESTO: You have no idea how expensive it is to be a grass-roots activist.
After we found the location of the oil platform...
...all we had to do was scare off anyone who started nosing into our business.
We would have too, if that meddling mermaid had kept her fin to herself...
...and never contacted you.
Hold on.
Are you telling us that you were going to cause a major environmental disaster...
...in order to get the cash to protest against major environmental disasters?
Yes. You must be willing to kill the environment to save it.
[IN UNISON] Uh, no. I don't think that's right.
[SIREN BLARING]
[GASPS]
Hey, you're not a mermaid.
Allow me to introduce my lovely wife, Amy Cavanaugh...
...ordinary human and professional commercial-jingles singer.
That explains why her eerily beautiful singing voice...
...made me wanna put on deodorant.
[SIGHS]
- Velma. - You lied to me.
You acted like you were my friend. And I believed you.
I'm sorry.
I came up with the mermaid character out of desperation.
I'd gone to the police to report that my husband had been kidnapped.
They just laughed at me, then asked for directions to the oil platform...
...so they could add it as a stop on the Mystery Tour.
I thought that if I could make it sound like one of your mysteries...
...you'd help me rescue my husband. And you did.
- How do you even know about us? - I read your blog. I'm a fan.
Does that mean you're going to stay in touch?
If you'd like me to.
Well, whatever. It's your decision. But I wouldn't mind if you did.
As far as helping, it's what we do.
Our friend Angel also deserves a lot of credit.
She knew about Destroido's involvement from some newspaper articles.
- That's how we made the connection. - Newspaper articles? That's strange.
Destroido covered the whole thing up. The papers never even knew about it.
Hmm....
Lordy, Velma! Baby, you just about scared me out of my skintight leather foxy pants.
What's with all the sneaking around?
- You tell me. - What's that supposed to mean?
For the short amount of time that you've been in Crystal Cove...
...you sure know a lot about this town's mystery history.
Well, I'm just curious by nature.
- Remember the hibbity-jibbity? - Stop.
One of my big problems, on a list that's long and distinguished...
...is that, despite my skeptical nature, I trust people.
I wanna see the best in them. Unfortunately, they usually let me down.
Things have been adding up for me, Angel.
The help you gave us on this oil-platform mystery.
The diary you provided for the Mystery Manor case.
Stuff you shouldn't know and shouldn't have had...
- ...no matter what the hibbity-jibbity. - What are you saying?
I'm saying, Angel Dynamite isn't your real name.
Your real name is Cassidy Williams. You're one of the members...
...of the original Mystery Incorporated that vanished in the caves beneath Crystal Cove.
Tell me I'm wrong, friend.
[English - US -SDH]