- THAT'S THE LAST NET.
CAN WE GO HOME NOW, DYLAN?
- COME ON, BRENDA.
I PROMISED
THE TRICKELL'S TRIQUID PEOPLE
WE'D DO A GOOD JOB
SETTING UP FOR
THE TOURNAMENT.
- UCCH. I'M BORED AND SWEATY.
I HATE MANUAL LABOR.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR A TIME WHEN
ROBOTS DO EVERYTHING FOR US.
- HERE. I BROUGHT SOME WATER.
- EWW. I DON'T WANT ANY
OF THAT FATTY-FAT WATER.
I WANT TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
- TRICKELL'S TRIQUID IS WATER.
- [SCOFFS] UM, NO.
IT'S 100% DIET MOISTURE.
YOU WANT ME TO LOOK GOOD
IN MY BATHING SUIT, DON'T YOU?
- MAN, YOU ARE
IN A CRABBY MOOD.
- PLEASE.
YOU WANNA SEE CRABBY,
I'LL SHOW YOU--
- [ROARS]
- MAN CRAB!
[SCREAMING]
- HA HA HA HA!
BREN, WHERE'S YOU GET THAT,
THE GIANT FAKE
CRAB PARTS EMPORIUM?
- AAH!
UHH! UHH! IT'S REAL!
HELP ME!
AAH!
- AH, NICE TRY.
WHAT'D YOU DO,
DIG A BIG HOLE UNDER THE SAND?
- DYLAN!
- BRAVO. I'LL BITE.
YOU GOT AN AIR TANK UNDER THERE?
[POOF]
BRENDA?
COME ON. STOP JOKIN'.
BREN?
[GURGLE]
- [ROARS]
- AAH!
CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
WARNER BROS. ANIMATION
- SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!
[SEABIRDS CALLING]
- HEY, THIS IS
K-GHOUL'S ANGEL DYNAMITE,
LIVE FROM THE CRYSTAL COVE
GIRLS VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT,
SPONSORED
BY TRICKELL'S TRIQUID,
WHAT MOTHER NATURE DRINKS
WHEN SHE DOESN'T WANNA LOOK FAT.
- OH, BOY. LIKE, WHAT A CROWD.
I HOPE THEY SAVED US
SOME FOOD, SCOOB.
- YEAH.
- TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
TRICKELL'S TRIQUID HERE.
THE NONFAT LIQUID DIET
NO-CALORIE GLUTEN-FREE
MOISTURE SUPPLEMENT,
NOW IN WET AND EXTRA-WET.
- BLAH. LIKE, WE WANT SOME
REAL FOOD, RIGHT, SCOOBY-DOO?
- UH-HUH, LIKE THAT.
- UGH. NOT THAT PLACE.
THAT GUY'S A FREAK.
- NO. LIKE, HE'S TOTALLY COOL.
JUST DON'T MENTION HIS NOSE.
- HEY THERE, CAPPY.
WHAT HAPPENED
TO THE OLD SNIFFER?
- WHAT HAPPENED?!
I'LL TELL YE, BOYO.
THAT WAS A CLAM THAT TOOK IT.
FIERCE AND MIGHTY WAS HE,
AND REDUCED ME TO WEARIN'
FACIAL UNDERWEAR, HE DID.
BUT I'LL FIND HIM,
AND I WON'T STOP SHUCKING
TILL I DO.
UNDERSTAND?
- [SWALLOWS]
- YES, SIR,
CAPTAIN ADMIRAL, SIR.
- IT'S SKIPPER,
SKIPPER SHELTON,
CLAM HUNTER
AND WAFFLE GRIDDLER.
SO, WHAT'LL IT BE,
SKINNY SHANKS?
- I'LL TAKE AN EXTRA LARGE,
PLEASE.
- [CLEARS THROAT]
DIDN'T WE AGREE
THAT YOU WOULD CUT OUT
THE JUNK FOOD?
- I SHOULD, LIKE, TOTALLY
EAT SOMETHING HEALTHIER.
- BUT--BUT--BUT--HUH?
- WHAT ABOUT YOU, WOLFIE?
IS IT A CONE STUFFED
WITH THE FRUITS OF THE SEA,
OR ARE YE AFRAID?
- AYE, AYE, SKIPPER.
NO FEAR. 2 CONES HERE.
[CHUCKLES]
- MMM. THOSE LOOK GOOD.
A BIG SALTY CLAM
WOULD SURE GO GREAT
WITH THIS HEAT.
YOU WANT ONE, DAPH?
- NO! FRED,
YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN I GET NEAR SEAFOOD.
YOU REMEMBER
MY SISTER'S WEDDING.
[GURGLING]
I WAS SO SWOLLEN
I COULDN'T EVEN FIT
IN THE BRIDAL AIRLOCK.
- HEY, DON'T WORRY, DAPH.
THOSE CLAMS AREN'T CLOSE ENOUGH
TO CAUSE YOU ANY TROUBLE.
HEY, SKIPPER, DIDN'T YOUR CABIN
USED TO BE OVER THERE,
WHERE THE VOLLEYBALL COURTS ARE?
- AYE! EVERY TIME THE TOWN
HAS AN EVENT ON THE BEACH,
THEY MOVE ME BUSINESS.
BLAST YE, CITY COUNCIL! ARRH!
EHH!
I NEED A CLAMMIN' BREAK.
WATCH ME CABIN.
- [SIGHS, SLURPS]
- COME ON. LET'S GET OUR SEATS
FOR THE FIRST MATCH.
- [GROWLS]
- AW, COME ON, VELMA.
CAN'T I EVEN LOOK?
- WAIT FOR ME.
[BIRD CALLS]
[SQUWAKS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
- HMM.
- GREAT GAME, HUH?
- YEAH, GREAT.
- YOU KNOW, WE'RE STILL
CLOSE TO THE WATER.
ALL KINDS OF FISH IN THERE.
- YEP. THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL.
- THE GIRLS?!
- NO. TH-THE NETS.
- NETS?
- I WONDER WHAT
THEIR TENSILE STRENGTH IS.
THEY'RE NYLON,
ABSOLUTELY PERFECT FOR TRAPS.
- [SIGHS]
FEEL LIKE GOING FOR A WALK?
- NO ONE HERE'S
GOING TO MISS US.
[CROWD GASPS]
- SCOOBY-DOO,
IS THAT YOUR STOMACH?
- UH-UH, NOT MY STOMACH.
- [GASPS]
- [ROARS]
- [SCREAMING]
- IS THAT A CRAB,
OR IS IT A MAN?
- LIKE, IT'S A--A MAB.
UM, A--A CRAN.
- I-IT'S A MAN CRAB.
- [ROARING]
- [GASPS]
- [SCREAMING]
- HYAH!
- [ECHOING ROAR]
- [SCREAMING]
- WE CAN'T LET THAT THING
GET AWAY.
- SURE WE CAN, FRED.
ALL WE HAVE TO DO
IS STAND RIGHT HERE.
- YEAH, STAND RIGHT HERE.
- YIKES!
- [ROARS]
- HUH?
WHAT?
THEY'RE GONE?
- AND THEN IT KIND OF WENT,
LIKE, ERRH.
AND THEN YEESH AND THEN--
LIKE, DUDE, IT HAD HUGE CLAWS.
- AND WEIRD EYES, LIKE THIS.
[GURGLES]
- SHERIFF STONE,
YOU HAVE TO CLOSE THE BEACH.
- THE BEACH STAYS OPEN.
HI. PETER TRICKELL,
PRESIDENT OF TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
- YOU CAN'T JUST
IGNORE A GIANT CRUSTACEAN
ATTACKING YOUR TOURNAMENT.
- HA! CLEARLY YOU NEVER
WENT TO BUSINESS SCHOOL.
YOUNG LADY,
NO ONE'S SURE WHAT THEY SAW.
COULD HAVE BEEN A MAN CRAB.
COULD HAVE BEEN A MAN LOBSTER.
COULD HAVE ALSO
BEEN A REALLY UGLY,
OUT-OF-SHAPE PERSON
WHO SHOULD PROBABLY BE DRINKING
TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
- WELL, IT'S PRETTY CLEAR TO ME
THAT SOMETHIN' DID HAPPEN HERE,
AND, UH...
THERE'S NOTHIN'
I CAN DO ABOUT IT.
- BUT, SHERIFF--
- HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
WE'RE NOT SET UP FOR THIS.
OUR MOTTO IS
TO SERVE AND PROTECT,
NOT TO SERVE AND PROTECT
FROM MAN CRABS.
- WELL, YOU KNOW
WHAT THIS MEANS, DON'T YOU?
- WE RESPECT AUTHORITY,
GO BACK HOME, AND FORGET
THIS EVER HAPPENED.
- IT MEANS WE INVESTIGATE.
- I WAS AFRAID YOU'D SAY THAT.
HOO HOO.
- I THINK OUR INVESTIGATION'S
OFF TO A GOOD START.
- A LOCKER SPILLING SAND?
- BUT LOOK WHOSE IT IS.
- SKIPPER SHELTON.
- AND WHO WASN'T AROUND
WHEN THE MAN CRAB
GRABBED THAT GIRL?
- HE'S SO ANGRY AT THE CITY
FOR MOVING HIS CABIN,
HE HAS A PERFECT MOTIVE
FOR RUINING THE TOURNAMENT.
- WHAT WE NEED IS A TRAP
FOR THE MAN CRAB, RIGHT, FRED?
- ACTUALLY, WHAT I WAS
THINKING IS...
WE NEED A TRAP
FOR THE MAN CRAB.
- HUMPH. GOOD PLAN.
- THANKS!
DAPHNE, YOU USED TO PLAY
A LITTLE VOLLEYBALL
BACK IN THE DAY, DIDN'T YOU?
- WELL, I WOULDN'T EXACTLY
SAY, "PLAY."
OOF!
AHH!
- YOU'LL BE PERFECT BAIT.
I MEAN, WHAT MAN CRAB
WOULDN'T WANT
TO DRAG YOU BENEATH THE SAND?
- OH, FREDDIE, THAT'S SO SWEET.
SORT OF.
- YOU KNOW, SCOOB,
BEFORE ALL THIS STARTED,
I REALLY LOVED CRAB.
CRAB BRÛLÉE.
- CRABARONI AND CHEESE.
- HOO HOO HOO.
CRABSICLES.
I CAN'T TALK ABOUT THIS.
I PROMISED VELMA.
I MEAN--AHEM. YOU KNOW.
I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I
WOULD EAT MORE HEALTHY.
- LOOKOUT TIME'S OVER, GUYS.
COME SEE WHAT I MADE.
- HERE'S THE PLAN.
DAPHNE WILL RUN
ACROSS THE SAND TO HERE,
WHERE THE MAN CRAB
WILL STEP ON THIS PLUNGER,
AND WHEN HE DOES, A BIG LID
WILL SPRING UP UNDER HIM
AND DUMP HIM INTO THAT POT.
- LIKE, WHERE'S DAPHNE, ANYWAYS?
THE MATCH IS ABOUT TO START,
AND SCOOB AND I HAVE TO GET BACK
TO KEEPING AN EYE
ON THE CLAM CONES.
- [GROWLS]
- I MEAN THE SKIPPER.
- I'LL GO GET HER.
- [GURGLING]
- [GRUNTS]
- WOW. WHO ARE YOU
TRYING TO IMPRESS?
- EH, WHAT? THIS OLD THING?
I'VE HAD IT FOREVER.
I JUST WANNA DO A GOOD JOB.
WOULD YOU RUB OIL ON MY BACK?
FRED LIKES SHINY THINGS,
AND I'M TIRED OF HIM
LOOKING AT NETS.
- HEY, DAPHNE,
LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING.
IF YOU LIKED A BOY--
- [GASPS] WHO TOLD YOU?
WAS IT ONE OF MY SISTERS?
DAWN. HEH. SHE THINKS
SHE'S SO PERFECT.
WELL, WHAT NO ONE KNOWS
IS SHE HAS A SIXTH TOE ON HER--
- UH, WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
- I--CLEARLY NOT
WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT.
- WELL, I MEAN,
I'M JUST WONDERING.
DO BOYS LIKE IT
WHEN YOU TELL THEM WHAT TO DO?
- HEH. OF COURSE THEY DO.
WITHOUT MY MOM AROUND,
I DON'T EVEN THINK
MY DAD COULD FEED HIMSELF.
I REMEMBER SHE WENT AWAY ONCE,
AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK,
WE FOUND MY DAD HALF-NAKED
AND SUCKING ON AN UNOPENED
CAN OF SOUP.
WHY?
- WELL...
I'M JUST WORKING
ON A SCIENCE PAPER.
THAT'S ALL. UHH!
- DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?
MAKE SURE YOU GET ME
BETWEEN THE SHOULDER BLADES, OK?
WHEN I BURN THERE,
IT MAKES ME LOOK
LIKE A HUNCHBACK.
[GASPS] HEY. THAT'S A LITTLE
MUCH, DON'T YOU THI--
- [ROARS]
- AAH!
HELP!
- NO SKIPPER SHELTON,
BUT, MAN, DO THOSE CLAMS
SMELL GOOD.
- GO FOR IT.
I WON'T TELL VELMA.
- OH. WELL, I GUESS
ONE DELICIOUS, CHEWY,
BRINY, DOUGHY TREAT
CAN'T HURT THAT MUCH.
HO HO HO.
[CLICK]
HUH?
EEE!
- [ROARING]
- [SCREAMING]
THE TRAP. WHERE'S THE TRAP?
- LIKE, HELP.
- AAH! AAH!
- DAPHNE!
- FRED! FRED!
- DAPHNE! DAPHNE!
- WHAT HAPPENED?
SOMETHING THAT SMELLED
LIKE DRAWN BUTTER
THREW ME IN THE VAN.
- IT WAS THE
MAN CRAB.
[GASPS]
HE TOOK DAPHNE.
[PANTING]
- FRED, JUST CALM DOWN.
WE'LL GET HER BACK.
- WE HAVE TO, VELMA.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO,
A-AND SHE WAS SO SHINY.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[FRED PANTING]
- HE'S BEEN DIGGING LIKE THAT
SINCE WE LOST DAPHNE.
THERE'S NOTHING BUT TORN
CARPET ALL OVER THE BACK
OF THE MYSTERY MACHINE.
- LIKE, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.
- IF I NEVER TRIED
TO BE HEALTHY,
DAPHNE WOULD BE ALL RIGHT.
SCOOBY-DOO, MORE.
- [GROANS]
- SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE A PLAN.
[PANTS] WHY ISN'T ANYONE
MAKING A PLAN?
- THAT'S USUALLY YOU, FRED.
- YOU'RE RIGHT.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
- UH, I'LL GET IT.
HUH?
UH--YII!
MR. E.
JINKIES. GET A LOAD OF THIS.
THIS ARTICLE'S FROM YEARS AGO.
IT SAYS 4 KIDS
DISAPPEARED EXPLORING
THE CRYSTAL COVE CAVERNS.
- LET ME SEE THAT.
- IS SOMETHING WRONG, ANGEL?
DO YOU KNOW THEM?
- NO.
SORRY. IT'S NOTHING.
- ZOINKS. LIKE, IT LOOKS
LIKE THE ARTICLE COMES
WITH A SOUNDTRACK.
[MUSIC PLAYS WITH BUMPS
AND SCRATCHES]
- IT'S NOT WORKING.
- IT'S AN 8-TRACK, FREDDIE.
OLD SCHOOL, BABY.
- HELLO, CHILDREN.
IF YOU'VE READ THE ARTICLE,
YOU KNOW THIS VOLLEYBALL
TOURNAMENT ISN'T THE FIRST TIME
KIDS HAVE DISAPPEARED
FROM CRYSTAL COVE.
WORTH RESEARCHING,
DON'T YOU THINK?
- WELCOME TO WHERE
THE LIBRARY KEEPS
ITS OLD NEWSPAPER ARTICLES.
THEY CALL IT THE MORGUE.
- THE MORGUE? LIKE, WHY DO
THEY HAVE TO CALL IT THAT?
HOO HOO.
- YEAH. THEY'RE OLD ARTICLES,
NOT DEAD.
- THERE'S A BOOK OVER HERE.
DAPHNE READ A BOOK ONCE.
AND THIS CHAIR.
DAPHNE LIKED TO SIT IN CHAIRS.
THAT CARD CATALOG OVER THERE--
- NOT HELPING, FRED.
- I KNOW.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME?
- HMM. HERE'S A PIECE
ON THE FOUNDING OF
TRICKELL'S TRIQUID,
AND HERE'S ONE ABOUT
THE CITY MOVING
THE CLAM CABIN
THE YEAR
THOSE KIDS VANISHED.
LISTEN TO THIS.
SKIPPER THREATENED
THE WHOLE TOWN.
HE SWORE HE'D TAKE
DRASTIC ACTION.
- DAPHNE WAS DRASTICALLY TAKEN.
- HEY, IS THIS THE REST
OF THAT ARTICLE
THAT MR. E SENT US?
- YEAH, AND CHECK THIS OUT.
IT SAYS THE CRYSTAL COVE CAVERNS
RUN UNDER THE BEACH
WHERE THE VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT
IS BEING PLAYED.
- [GULPS] LIKE, I KNOW
THAT LOOK, AND IT'S
NEVER GOOD. HOO HOO.
[SHUDDERS]
YAH!
- [SNARL]
- [GASPS]
[STAMMERS]
- WHEW.
HUH?
[BABBLES]
- LIKE, GUYS,
I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING.
- WHAT KIND OF CRAB MONSTER
WOULD NEED STAIRS
TO CLIMB UP INTO
THE VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT?
- ONE THAT'S VERY INDUSTRIOUS
AND HAS A DEGREE IN ENGINEERING.
- THE ANSWER IS
"NO CRAB MONSTER."
- I DON'T CARE WHO DID IT.
I JUST WANT DAPHNE BACK.
Daphne: FRED, IS THAT YOU?
- NOW I HEAR
HER VOICE EVERYWHERE.
AND HER VOICE SOUNDS
AS SWEET AND AS PERFECT
AS A TRAP SNAPPING SHUT
ON A CRIMINAL.
DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
- COME ON!
- HELP!
- DAPHNE!
- FRED! OH, FRED!
THANK GOODNESS.
- I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE--
HEY, THIS IS A NICE CAGE.
- [GROANS]
[PRISONERS YELL]
- LET'S GET BACK
TO THE SURFACE BEFORE--AAH!
- [ROARS]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Fred: RUN.
- YAAH!
[ALL SCREAMING]
- RUN, SCOOB!
- WHERE IS EVERYBODY?
- LIKE, MAYBE THEY GOT EATEN
BY A MAN CRAB.
- [ROARS]
- [SCREAMING]
- [SNIFFS] SCOOBY-DOO,
DO YOU SMELL WHAT I SMELL?
- [SNIFFS]
SKIPPER SHELTON'S CLAM CONES.
- LIKE, FOLLOW THE SCENT
OF THAT SYRUPY GOODNESS.
THAT'S THE WAY OUT OF HERE,
SCOOBY-DOO.
RUN, SCOOB!
- WE'LL GO OUT THE WAY
WE CAME IN.
- EHH! PUSH!
GIVE ME ALL YOUR PAW.
- [SCREAMING]
- [ROARS]
- I TOLD YOU THAT
WOULD JUST MAKE HIM ANGRIER.
WAAH!
- [ROARS]
[SNARLING]
- YIKES!
YEE-HEH-HOO-HOO!
- HEE HEE HEE HEE!
- LIKE, WE GOT HIM.
- GOOD GOING.
BUT HOW DID YOU FIND
YOUR WAY OUT?
- [SNIFFS] CLAM CONES.
- YOU WERE SAVED BY JUNK FOOD?
- LIKE, WHAT CAN I SAY?
JUNK FOOD AND ME HAVE
A VERY SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP.
- MAYBE I SHOULD ASK IT
FOR ADVICE.
- SPEAKING OF CLAM CONES,
I SEE SKIPPER SHELTON
ISN'T AROUND AGAIN.
OR ARE YOU, SKIPPER?
- AH, BACK FROM THE LAUNDROMAT,
I AM,
AND ONCE MORE
DOES ME NOSE HAMMOCK SMELL
FRESH AS THE MORNIN' TIDE.
- WAIT. IF YOU'RE
NOT THE MAN CRAB, THEN WHO--
- EVERYONE, MEET BUD SHELTON.
- WHO?
- THE TRICKELL'S TRIQUID MASCOT.
- AND THE INVENTOR,
NOT THAT DIRTBALL TRICKELL.
- LIKE, HOW DID YOU KNOW, VELMA?
- I KNEW IT WASN'T A REAL CRAB,
BECAUSE DAPHNE NEVER
GOT ALLERGIC WHEN
SHE WAS AROUND IT.
PLUS WHEN I SAW
THE MOLE PATTERN
ON THE CHEEK OF THE MAN
NEXT TO TRICKELL
IN THE NEWSPAPER,
I REMEMERED THE SAME PATTERN
ON THE MASCOT.
- HE TOOK THE CREDIT
FOR MY CREATION.
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CALLED
BUD'S BLOOSH.
I WAS STILL WORKING
ON THE NAME.
I SPENT COUNTLESS HOURS
MAKING THE MAN-CRAB COSTUME
AND EVEN MORE TIME BUILDING
MY SYSTEM OF TRAPDOORS
AND THE STAIRS
UNDER THE BEACH.
AND IN CASE ANYONE CAME
SNOOPING IN BETWEEN KIDNAPPINGS,
I HID MY COSTUME IN A LOCKER
BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD IT,
PUTTING A LABEL WITH
SKIPPER'S NAME ON IT
OVER THE REAL LABEL
SO IF ANYONE FOUND IT,
THEY'D BLAME HIM.
- ALL THAT WORK JUST TO GET BACK
AT MR. TRICKELL?
WOULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN EASIER
AND MORE LEGAL TO SUE HIM?
- ARE YOU KIDDING?
LAWYERS TAKE FOREVER.
I WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED, TOO,
IF IT WEREN'T
FOR YOU MEDDLING BRATS
PROBING INTO MY
CRUSTACEAN-THEMED
REVENGE SCHEME.
- WELL, ALMOST DOESN'T
SHUCK THE CLAM,
DOES IT, WOLFIE?
[BOTH LAUGH]
- I HAVE NO IDEA
WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
[CHEWING]
- SO, FRED, VELMA SAID YOU
WERE KIND OF OUT OF SORTS
WHEN I GOT KIDNAPPED.
- YEAH, THAT. WELL...
I THINK IT'S SWEET.
- REALLY? OH, THAT'S SO GREAT.
I WAS AFRAID IT MIGHT
MESS UP OUR FRIENDSHIP.
DON'T WORRY. I WILL NEVER
HAVE FEELINGS AGAIN.
- HMM. WE'LL SEE.
SO, VELMA, DID I
MISS ANYTHING ELSE
WHILE I WAS GONE?
- ACTUALLY, YEAH.
- [GASPS]
- WHAT--LIKE, WHAT IS IT, DAPH?
- THE LOCKET I FOUND,
THE ONE WITH THE PICTURE
OF BOY AND GIRL INSIDE,
IT'S THEM.
- JINKIES. I GUESS WE'VE GOT
A NEW MYSTERY ON OUR HANDS.
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