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[WIND WHISTLING]
[SIREN BLARING]
- YOU REALIZE YOU WERE SPEEDING.
- YES. YES, I DO, OFFICER.
- OK. AS LONG AS YOU KNOW.
[THUNDER]
ON YOUR WAY, THEN.
DRIVE SAFELY.
[HONKING AND ROARING]
WHAT THE...
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SIREN BLARING]
ALL RIGHT, YOU. PULL OVER.
[ROARING]
UH, E-EXCUSE ME.
A-ARE YOU AWARE
THAT YOU'RE SPEEDING?
[ENGINE REVVING]
[HONKING AND ROARING CONTINUE]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[CLANK]
AAH! OH!
[ENGINE REVVING]
[THUNDER]
- SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Fred:
THANKS FOR COMING ALONG, GANG.
I REALLY NEED THE SUPPORT.
IT'S NEVER A GOOD THING
WHEN MY DAD ASKS ME
TO MEET AT HIS OFFICE.
- LIKE, DUDE, NO PROBLEMO.
- YEAH. NO PROBLEMO.
- TOO BAD DAPHNE COULDN'T
MAKE IT. TRUST ME.
SHE'D LOVE TO BE HERE FOR YOU
IF SHE COULD.
- AH, FRED, MY BOY.
TODAY IS A VERY EXCITING DAY
FOR YOU,
BECAUSE TODAY YOU LEARN
THE FAMILY BUSINESS--POLITICS!
- POLITICS? THAT'S ADULT STUFF.
YOU KNOW, KIDS MY AGE
ARE INTO TRAPS
AND SOLVING MYSTERIES.
- NO, THEY'RE NOT, SON.
YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN
ALL THE VITAL THINGS I DO
FOR THIS COMMUNITY,
LIKE CREATE PAMPHLETS
AND STRATEGIZE
ABOUT NEW PLACES
TO PUT PARKING METERS.
- I KNOW A PLACE HE CAN PUT
ANOTHER PARKING METER.
- FINE. WHAT DO YOU WANT
ME TO DO?
- HELP ME GET REELECTED
AS MAYOR.
MAKE ME 40,000 COPIES
OF THIS CAMPAIGN PAMPHLET.
- [HUMMING]
OHH. FRED IS JUST GOING
TO ADORE THIS NEW ASCOT.
- DARLING, COULD YOU
COME DOWNSTAIRS?
THERE'S SOMEONE
YOUR MOTHER AND I WOULD
LIKE FOR YOU TO MEET.
- I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET
RUNG LADDERTON,
HEIR TO
THE LADDERTON LADDER COMPANY.
- UM, HELLO.
NICE TO MEET YOU.
- YES. YES, IT IS.
IT'S A LITTLE
PROMOTIONAL PENDANT
I LIKE TO HAND OUT.
- OH. THANKS.
BUT I ALREADY HAVE A PENDANT.
- ANYWAY, GIVE ME A JINGLE,
AND WE'LL PLAN A MAGICAL
NIGHT ON THE TOWN.
OH, YEAH. THE LIFE
OF THE SEVENTH LARGEST
REGIONAL LADDER MANUFACTURER
NEVER STOPS.
SORRY, BUT I GOTTA "RUNG."
HEH HEH.
- HEH HEH HEH.
- HO HO HO! "RUNG."
JUST ADORABLE.
[LAUGHING]
- OH, MY GOSH, HE IS JUST
PERFECT FOR YOU, PUMPKIN.
- WAIT. ARE YOU TRYING
TO SET ME UP WITH...HIM?
WHAT ABOUT FRED?
- YOU'RE JUST FRIENDS, RIGHT?
- WELL, YEAH,
BUT WE'RE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS.
AND I DON'T KNOW.
IT FEELS LIKE CHEATING...
ON A FRIEND.
- DARLING, THINK OF IT LIKE
TRYING A NEW CUT OF MEAT.
WHY HAVE GROUND BEEF
WHEN YOU CAN HAVE
A NICE PRIME RIB?
- BUT I DON'T EVEN LIKE MEAT.
I LIKE VEGETABLES.
LIKE FRED.
- ALL WE'RE ASKING YOU TO DO,
DEAR, IS GIVE RUNG A CHANCE.
- DON'T WORRY, FREDDY.
WE'LL GET YOUR DAD
ELECTED AGAIN,
AND YOU'LL BE BACK
TO SOLVING MYSTERIES
IN NO TIME. HA!
- VOTE FOR FRED SR.
VOTE FOR FRED SR.
[CHUCKLING]
[BEEPING]
[WHIRRING]
[WHIRRING INTENSIFIES]
[ALL SHOUT]
[BELL DINGS]
- HEH. HEH.
Man: LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE
TO MY NEW SUIT!
[ALL GASP]
- UH-OH. HEH HEH.
VOTE FOR FRED SR.?
- WHAT'S THE PROBLEM HERE,
AVOCADOS?
- THAT'S AVOC-ADOS.
AND IF YOU WANT TO RUN
A DIRTY CAMPAIGN, JONES,
TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME.
- GEE, DAD.
WHO WAS THAT GUY?
- GEORGE AVOCADOS,
THE PERSON I'M RUNNING AGAINST.
HE CONSIDERS HIMSELF
A SHOO-IN FOR THE JOB
BECAUSE HIS FATHER
THEODORE AVOCADOS
WAS MAYOR ONCE,
UNTIL HE WAS CAUGHT
STEALING A PRICELESS DIAMOND
FROM CRYSTAL COVE BANK.
- JINKIES. WHAT HAPPENED?
- THE DIAMOND WAS NEVER FOUND,
BUT THEODORE WENT TO JAIL.
GEORGE HAS CLAIMED
HIS FATHER'S INNOCENCE
EVER SINCE.
Fred:
WE SURE MISSED YOU TODAY, DAPH.
IS EVERYTHING OK AT HOME?
- SURE. YEAH. OF COURSE.
THAT'S A WEIRD QUESTION.
- OH, BOY.
AFTER ALL THAT CAMPAIGNING,
I CAN'T WAIT TO DIG INTO
A TRIPLE CLAM PIZZA
AT THE CLAM CABIN.
- YEAH. I'M WITH YOU, RAGGY.
[SEA GULLS CHIRPING]
- WHOA!
- HMM? HMM.
HEY. THERE'S NO DOORKNOB.
Shaggy:
OH! NOW WE CAN'T GET IN!
[RUMBLING]
OH, BOY.
LIKE, MY STOMACH
GETS VERY GRUMPY
WHEN I DON'T FEED IT.
Man: WE BE ALL CLOSED!
SOMEONE STOLE
ME CRYSTAL DOORKNOBS,
JUST LIKE THAT CLAM
WHO STOLE ME NOSE!
Fred:
THAT'S KIND OF WEIRD.
WHO'D WANT TO STEAL DOORKNOBS?
- YOU KNOW, SHAG,
I HAVE PLENTY OF FOOD
BACK AT MY PLACE.
- UM, LIKE, THANKS, VELMA,
BUT SCOOBY-DOO HAS HAD HIS
TONGUE TATTOOED WITH A MAP
OF EVER SINGLE PIZZA JOINT
IN TOWN.
AS YOU CAN SEE,
WE GOT IT COVERED.
- YEAH, IN DROOL.
Daphne: YOU KNOW,
I HEARD SOMEONE STOLE
ALL THE CRYSTAL DOORKNOBS
AT SCHOOL.
Velma: MY MOM AND DAD SAID
THEY WERE MISSING
AT THE HAUNTED MUSEUM, TOO.
[THUNDER]
[GROWLING]
[HORN HONKING]
SOMEBODY SHOULD TELL
THE NUT THERE DRIVING
THAT TRUCK TO DIAL IT BACK.
[ALL SHOUT]
- OW!
ZOIKS!
[ENGINE REVVING]
[ROARING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[HONKING AND ROARING CONTINUE]
[ALL GASPING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
[THUNDER]
[ALL SHOUT]
- GUYS, WE'RE NOT
FALLING ANYMORE.
[WATER SPLASHING]
- JEEZ. TALK ABOUT
A LUCKY BREAK.
[THUNDER]
[HONKING AND ROARING]
- NOT THAT LUCKY!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[HONKING AND ROARING CONTINUE]
- UNH!
- HUH?
[THUNDER]
Both: WHEW.
- IT WAS HUGE,
AND IT HAD FLAMING TIRES.
AND IT WENT, "HONK!"
[SHIVERS]
AND THEN IT WENT THAT WAY,
AND THEN WENT...
[IMITATES HISSING]
- ALL RIGHT. SO, YOU'RE SAYING
THIS GHOST TRUCK DISAPPEARED
LIKE A, UH...
GHOST TRUCK.
- YEP, THAT'S PRETTY MUCH IT.
- [CHUCKLES] WELL.
LOOKS LIKE YOU KIDS
MIGHT HAVE STUMBLED ONTO A NEW
TOURIST ATTRACTION.
- TOURIST ATTRACTION?
LIKE, MAN, IT NEARLY
DUMPED US IN THE COVE.
- BESIDES--WE'RE NOT
EVEN SURE IT WAS A GHOST.
- I'M SORRY.
BUT DIDN'T YOU SAY
THERE WAS NO DRIVER?
THAT'S TEXTBOOK GHOST TRUCK.
CASE CLOSED.
- HEY. WHERE'S FRED?
- OVER HERE.
I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING.
DAPHNE, LET ME BORROW
YOUR CAMERA PHONE.
[BEEPING]
YUP. THE PHONE'S LOW RES CAMERA
BRIGHTENED THE CONTRAST.
YOU SEE WHAT I SEE, GANG?
All: TIRE TRACKS!
Shaggy: WHAT KIND OF GHOST TRUCK
LEAVES TIRE TRACKS?
- ADD TO THAT A BUNCH
OF MISSING CRYSTAL DOORKNOBS,
AND WE'VE GOT ONE SERIOUSLY
WEIRD MYSTERY ON OUR HANDS.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
- HELLO. DAPHNE'S PHONE.
- DAPHNE. RUNG HERE.
YEAH, I MUST HAVE MISSED
YOUR CALL. ANYWAY,
OUR DATE IS ON
FOR TOMORROW NIGHT
AT THE BLOODY STAKE.
- OH. UM, WELL, UH...
- PLEASE, CONTAIN
YOUR EXCITEMENT, OK?
I'LL SEE YOU THERE.
- FREDDY, I CAN EXPLAIN.
- OH, NO NEED!
THIS RUNG GUY REALLY SOUNDS COOL
AND FUN, TOO.
- WHAT?! I MEAN,
YOU WANT ME TO GO?
- OF COURSE.
I LOVE THE BLOODY STAKE.
MAKE SURE AND GET
THE VOIT DE IMPALER
CURSE CHICKEN AND RICE.
IT'S TO DIE.
CHECK IT OUT. THE DOORKNOBS
ARE MISSING HERE, TOO.
George: TYPICAL.
[ALL GASP]
- I ASSURE YOU THERE WILL BE
NO SHORTAGE OF DOORKNOBS
WHEN GEORGE AVOC-ADOS
IS MAYOR.
MISSING DOORKNOBS
MEAN ANGRY VOTERS.
[LAUGHING]
- [SHIVERS] THAT AVOCADOS GUY
GIVES ME THE CREEPS.
- CREEPS? CREEPS?
WHERE ARE THE CREEPS?
[SHIVERING]
- CALM DOWN, SCOOBY-DOO.
IT'S JUST, LIKE,
A FIGURE OF SPEECH.
- I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE SCOOBY'S ONTO SOMETHING.
AFTER ALL,
IT'S AVOCADOS WHO BENEFITS
FROM THE MISSING DOORKNOBS.
- GOOD POINT.
MAYBE IT'S TIME
WE SET A LITTLE TRAP
FOR CRYSTAL COVE'S KNOB STEALER.
Velma: TOO BAD DAPHNE
HAD TO MISS ALL THE FUN
SETTING UP THESE TRAPS.
Fred: YEAH. BUT I'LL BET SHE'S
HAVING A GREAT TIME ON HER DATE.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
HELLO?
Angel:
WE GOT SOME NEWS, BABY.
THE TIRES THAT MADE THE TREADS
ON THE HIGHWAY
WERE ONLY SOLD TO 2 PEOPLE
IN CRYSTAL COVE--
G. NURNO TREDDAL
AND GEORGE AVOCADOS.
- I KNEW IT!
ANYONE WITH HAIR THAT PERFECT
HAS TO BE GUILTY OF SOMETHING.
- SO, IF GEORGE AVOCADOS
IS THE GHOST TRUCKER,
THAT MEANS THE GHOST TRUCKER
AND THE KNOB STEALER
ARE RELATED.
- LIKE, THEY'RE COUSINS?
- LIKE, THEY'RE THE SAME PERSON.
[CLANK]
- WHOA! SCREAMING PANDAS!
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?
- DAD.
WE THINK GEORGE AVOCADOS
IS THE GHOST TRUCKER,
AND HE'S TRYING TO SABOTAGE
YOUR REELECTION.
- THAT'S COMPLETELY ABSURD.
WHY WOULD A GHOST DRIVE A TRUCK
WHEN EVERYONE KNOWS
THEY CAN FLY?
ESPECIALLY AN 18-WHEELER.
THOSE REQUIRE A CLASS 6 LICENSE.
- BUT DAD--
- I DON'T WANT TO HEAR
ANY MORE NONSENSE, FRED.
CLEARLY, YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS
HAVE LET YOUR IMAGINATIONS
GET THE BEST OF YOU.
Velma: HEY, LOOK!
THERE GOES AVOCADOS NOW.
- WAIT! WHAT ABOUT ME?
- [SIGHS] WHEN IS RUNG
GOING TO SHOW UP?
I'VE ALREADY HAD 12 HANDS
FULL OF FINGER FRIES.
- SATELLITE TRACKERS ALL SET.
THERE'S AVOCADOS--
STRAIGHT AHEAD.
MAN. YOU'D THINK A VILLAIN WOULD
HAVE A LESS EMBARRASSING RIDE.
Shaggy: UM, LIKE, THERE'S SOME
HEAVY SOUP UP AHEAD,
AND WE'RE ALL OUT OF SPOONS.
Velma: WE'RE LOSING HIM
ON THE RADAR.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[ALL GASP]
- AAH! GHOST TRUCK.
- BEFORE YOU GO
ALL CODE BROWN, THINK.
THE GHOST TRUCKER
HASN'T SEEN US YET.
IT'S THE PERFECT TIME
TO GET A CLOSER LOOK!
- GREAT IDEA, VELMA.
- GREAT IDEA?
LIKE, WHAT HAPPENED
TO LIVING TO RUN AWAY
ANOTHER DAY?
AY!
- AAH!
Fred:
MAN. THIS THING IS ANCIENT.
- MORE LIKE
PAINTED TO LOOK THAT WAY.
AND CHECK OUT THESE TIRES.
THEY'RE PRACTICALLY NEW.
- I WONDER WHAT ELSE
ISN'T WHAT IT APPEARS TO BE.
[HONKING AND ROARING]
AAH!
- LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA
HAVE TO FIND OUT LATER! RUN!
[ALL SHOUT]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[HONKING AND ROARING CONTINUE]
[THUNDER]
- WHEW.
I THINK WE LOST HIM. OHH.
- HUH? HEH.
[ALL GASP]
[HONKING AND ROARING]
- UNH.
NOBODY MAKE A SOUND.
- [SHIVERING]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[ROARING]
- IT WORKED.
HE DIDN'T SEE US.
- SORRY I'M LATE, DAPHNE,
BUT WORK HAS BEEN INSANELY BUSY.
IN FACT, LADDER SALES
ARE CLIMBING THROUGH THE ROOF.
HEH HEH HEH. OOH.
WHAT'D YOU ORDER FOR ME?
I'M STARVED. MMM. MMM.
YOU GONNA ORDER ANYTHING?
- [GRUNTS]
- DAPHNE, YOU'RE NEVER GONNA
BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED.
- I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR
ALL ABOUT IT. LET'S GO.
- UH, RUNG HERE.
- HEY! YOU MUST BE RUNG!
WOW, COOL ASCOT.
WHAT'S YOUR NECK SIZE?
I'M A 16 1/2, BUT SOMETIMES
IT SWELLS OUT TO
A 19 WHEN IT'S HUMID.
- UH, THAT'S GREAT.
UH, DAPHNE, SHOULDN'T WE
BE GETTING BACK TO DINNER?
- SORRY, RUNG, BUT SOMETHING
MORE IMPORTANT HAS COME UP.
- [GRUNTS] FINE.
UH, OOPS.
YEAH. FORGOT MY WALLET. DAPHNE?
- [GROANS]
- BY THE WAY,
I'M A BIG FAN OF YOUR PRODUCT.
A STURDY LADDER
IS HARD TO FIND THESE DAYS.
- OH. WELL, THANKS.
I AGREE.
AND FYI, MY NECK'S
A 16 1/2, TOO. AND YEAH,
SOMETIMES IT SWELLS.
- REALLY? HERE. HOLD ON.
THERE. HEY, THAT LOOKS
PRETTY GOOD ON YOU.
- YOU ARE SO RIGHT.
HERE. TAKE MINE.
- BUT FRED TOLD ME
HE NEVER TAKES OFF
HIS LUCKY ASCOT.
- [GULPING]
YIKES. WHAT'S THIS?
- LIKE, FAR OUT.
IT'S, LIKE, SOME KIND
OF FREAKY LETTER, MAN.
Velma: I HAVE A FEELING
I KNOW WHO IT'S FROM.
AND IT'S NOT THE WARM AND FUZZY
KIND OF FEELING.
Man: HEH HEH HEH!
GREETINGS, EVERYONE.
THIS IS MR. E.
- MR. E?
- HUH?
- THE LAST TIME
WE HEARD FROM THIS DUDE,
HE TOLD US WE WERE DOOMED.
Mr. E: IF YOU WANT
TO SOLVE THE MYSTERY,
YOU NED TO FOLLOW THE FOG.
REMEMBER, CRYSTAL CAN'T
OPEN DOORS LIKE A DIAMOND.
TALK SOON.
- THAT EITHER MEANS
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING,
OR IT'S A CLUE.
- BUT HOW DO WE EVEN KNOW
WE CAN TRUST MR. E?
FOR ALL WE KNOW,
HE COULD BE THE GHOST TRUCKER.
- DON'T WORRY, DAPH.
I WOULDN'T LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
- YOU WOULDN'T, FRED?
- OF COURSE NOT.
I WOULDN'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN
TO ANY OF MY PALS.
YOU'RE ALL THE SAME
IN MY EYES.
- WHETHER WE CAN TRUST MR. E
OR NOT, A LEAD'S A LEAD.
AND WE NEED TO FOLLOW IT.
Fred:
HEY, GET A LOAD OF THIS--
TIRE MARKS JUST LIKE THE ONES
WE FOUND BEFORE.
[CLANK]
- OOF. OOH.
YEAH. ONLY, THESE STOP,
LIKE, REALLY FAST.
Velma: OR DO THEY?
DUH. THERE'S A SECRET PASSAGE
SOMEWHERE.
THERE MUST BE A WAY TO OPEN IT.
LET'S FIND IT.
- AAH!
[BATS SCREECH]
[CLANK]
[CLICKING]
Both: HUH?
- HMM? HUH? HUH?
HUH?
Velma:
WOW. THIS PLACE IS COOL!
IT COULD BE
OUR NEW SECRET HANGOUT.
- YEAH--JUST ME, YOU,
AND A COUPLE THOUSAND DOORKNOBS.
- LOOK AT THIS.
- WHAT IS IT, DAPHNE?
- SOME KIND OF JOURNAL
BELONGING TO A GUY
NAMED THEODORE AVOCADOS.
- THEODORE AVOCADOS?
THAT'S GEORGE'S DAD--
THE ONE WHO WAS ARRESTED
FOR DIAMOND THEFT,
EVEN THOUGH THE DIAMOND
WAS NEVER FOUND.
- WELL, ACCORDING TO THIS,
HE REALLY WAS THE THIEF.
THE CONFESSION IS RIGHT HERE
IN BLACK AND WHITE.
- HEY, REMEMBER WHAT
MR. E'S NOTE SAID?
"CRYSTAL CAN'T
OPEN DOORS LIKE A DIAMOND."
GANG, I THINK THIS MYSTERY
IS STARTING TO COME TOGETHER.
[THUNDER]
- YEAH. WELL, IT'S GONNA
HAVE TO COME TOGETHER LATER!
- GHOST TRUCKER, STAT!
[HONKING AND ROARING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[ALL SHOUT]
- WHY DOESN'T THIS GUY
EVER GIVE UP?
- [GRUNTING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
- FRED, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?
- THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO--
LEAD HIM TO ONE OF MY TRAPS.
[ENGINE REVVING]
SCOOBY, NOW!
[CLANK]
[SQUEAKING]
[HONKING AND ROARING STOP]
- NICE GOING, RAGGY.
HEH HEH HEH!
GOOD JOB.
- PICKLED PORCUPINES.
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, FRED?
I WAS IN MY OFFICE WORKING LATE,
WHEN SUDDENLY IT SOUNDS LIKE
SOME DEMONIC FORCE
IS TEARING APART CITY HALL.
TELL ME IT'S TRUE.
- IT'S EVEN BETTER, DAD.
WE CAUGHT THE GHOST TRUCKER.
AND HE'S NONE OTHER THAN...
- LET ME OUT OF HERE.
AAH! UHH!
[GROANS]
All:
RUNG LADDERTON?
- OOH, AHH, SHOCK.
YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
AND I WOULD HAVE
GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT IF
IT WEREN'T FOR YOU MEDDLING...
PEERS.
- OF COURSE.
IT ALL MAKES SENSE.
RUNG WAS USING THE GHOST TRUCK
TO SMUGGLE DOORKNOBS OUT OF
CRYSTAL COVE
SO HE COULD FIND
THEODORE AVOCADOS'
MISSING DIAMOND.
- AVOCADOS DISGUISED
THE DIAMOND AS A DOORKNOB.
THAT'S WHY
IT WAS NEVER FOUND.
Rung: YOU ARE CORRECT,
MY LITTLE ASCOT-WEARING FRIEND,
BUT THAT IDIOT AVOCADOS
DIDN'T SAY IN HIS JOURNAL
WHICH CRYSTAL KNOB
WAS REALLY THE DIAMOND.
SO, I HAD TO STEAL 'EM ALL.
AND BETTER WAY
THAN WITH A GHOST TRUCK
TO SMUGGLE THEM ALL OUT OF TOWN?
Velma:
WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.
THE OTHER GUY WHO BOUGHT
THE TIRES WAS G. NURNO TREDDAL,
A NAME FAR TOO RIDICULOUS
TO BE REAL,
BECAUSE IT'S RUNG LADDERTON
SPELLED BACKWARDS!
- BUT RUNG, YOU'RE RICH.
YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING--
LADDERS, ASCOTS.
WHY DID YOU NEED A DIAMOND?
- I INHERITED A LADDER COMPANY.
WE MAKE THE ONE PRODUCT
IN THE WORLD THAT
NO ONE EVER REPLACES.
LADDERS DON'T WEAR OUT LIKE TVs
OR PERSONAL TRAINERS OVER 40.
NO, NO. THEY'RE BUILT TO LAST,
WHICH MEANS NO SALES.
THE COMPANY'S BROKE.
- I DON'T THINK YOU'LL BE
NEEDING THIS ANYMORE.
- THANKS, DAPH.
- NO WORRIES.
I'M ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU, FRED.
SERIOUSLY, RIGHT HERE.
- I GOTTA HAND IT TO YOU, FRED.
YOUR TRAPS ACTUALLY CAME IN
HANDY THIS TIME.
- GEE, DAD. DOES THIS MEAN
YOU FINALLY ACCEPT
WHAT I WANT TO DO
WITH MY LIFE?
- HEH HEH HEH! OH, FRED.
NO.
[ENGINE REVVING]
AND SO, DESPITE THE FACT THAT
THE GHOST TRUCKER WAS CAUGHT,
DEPRIVING CRYSTAL COVE
OF A WELL-NEEDED AUTOMOTIVE
TOURIST ATTRACTION--
[CROWD BOOING]
- MY SON, THE FUTURE MAYOR
OF CRYSTAL COVE,
AND HIS FRIENDS HAVE RETURNED
THE MISSING DIAMOND
STOLEN BY THEODORE AVOCADOS,
MORE THAN MAKING UP FOR
THE LOST REVENUE STREAM.
[CROWD CHEERING]
- BECAUSE OF THIS,
AS STILL ACTING MAYOR,
I HEREBY CREATE
THE HONORARY OFFICE
OF PIZZA AFFAIRS
AND NAME ITS CHIEF OFFICER...
- SCOOBY-YUMMY-YUMMY-DOO!
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