[theme music]
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, it is 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]
[wind howling]
This fog is thicker
than sea poop.
[laughing]
Always slays me,
sea poop.
Now that's more like it.
Huh?
[whimpering]
What in the world?
Unh!
[hissing]
- Huh?
[roaring]
Aah!
'The legend is true!'
Fish freaks!
- Aah!
[roaring]
We're doomed!
[screaming]
[theme music]
Scooby-dooby-doo.
[birds chirping]
[instrumental music]
(Daphne)
'I love the haunted museum
when it's empty.'
It reminds me so much of us.
Oh, look, Flimflam.
Remember him, Freddie?
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.
25 to life is a long stretch
even for a pre-teen con artist.
Wow, I haven't seen--
Look away, Daphne.
We all promised each
other that we would never
speak of him, not ever.
[owl hooting]
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 want to 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?
[cracking]
[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 the haunted oil
platform in the area.
"Signed, Anonymous."
Jinkies.
A mystery.
[phone 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.
Velma, I'm so in love.
[line ringing]
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?
He hung up on me.
They don't want
to 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.
♪ My song fills your heart ♪
[gasps]
♪ From the depths of the sea ♪
♪ Please listen and learn ♪
♪ All you can learn from me ♪
♪ Hmm hmm hmm ♪
♪ Hah hah ha ♪♪
Uh, who's there?
(female #1)
'A friend, Velma.'
How do you
know my name?
'I know much about you
and Mystery Incorporated.'
'For example..'
'...I know you struggle with
being smarter than everyone.'
'Think that you have
a neck waddle'
'which is why you always
wear a turtleneck.'
'You 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 chugging]
[gasps]
[roars]
[intense music]
[screams]
[roars]
Oh.
[growls]
(Daphne)
'A haunted oil platform.'
'A missing sardine boats.'
Fish freaks?
That's really scary.
Tell me about it.
Yeah, like,
if I wore boots
I'd be shaking
in 'em.
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.
A missing sardine boat, eh?
Well, the only one
that fishes these waters
is run by my brother
Skipper Shelton.
There are two
Skipper Shelton's?
Besides myself
there are five
Skipper Shelton's.
All siblings of mine.
A sardiner
a shrimper
a manta-rayer
a kelper
and 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, hah
that's a bunch
of crazy sea tales.
But--
The next thing
you'll be telling me
is that mermaids
really exist.
[laughs]
'We wouldn't go that far.'
[growling]
Haunted oil platforms
and fish freaks?
What will those crazy kids
come up with next?
[growling]
What in the seven seas
is making that racket?
[growling]
[roars]
Come on, where are you?
[knock on door]
[gasps]
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.
[computer beeps]
Uh.
One second, Amy.
I gotta log off.
See you 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.
Velma, it's mom.
Open up, honey.
I want to meet
your special friend.
Uh, what special friend?
'The one you just wrote
about on your blog.'
Mom, you're so nosy.
'Velma Dinkley,
you open the door this instant.'
Uh, how am I going to 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.
Uh, Of course I don't.
You're a teenager.
[crash]
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, babies.
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
heebedy-jeebedy 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
heebedy-jeebedy stuff.
This story was real
big back in the day
in all the papers.
Whoa!
Like, check this out,
you guys.
Destroido's 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.
- Mmm, pork.
What a terrible product.
That's Destroido for you.
I don't have any time
for stupid questions.
So grab some free samples
and get lost.
Ooh.
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?
Ernesto?
Hello again,
Comrade Daphne.
We have missed you
on the front lines
in our fight
to take down the man.
Gang, you remember my
radical idealist friend
Ernesto from Daryl college.
Yeah.
Hey, nice beret.
What size is your head?
I'm a 7 and 3/4,
but I've got a head dimple
in the back that makes it
almost impossible to get
a good snug fit, heh.
So...dude.
Like, what brings you here
besides obvious evil?
We are 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.
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]
[hook creaking]
[grunting]
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..
- Aah!
[whimpering]
Relax, you babies.
It's just an empty suit.
[chuckles]
We knew that.
Like, can we go now?
I don't know how this place
could get any scarier.
I do.
[growling]
(all)
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 me 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.'
'But 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
at me and shuffled off.
Why would Fish Freaks
be interested
in drilling for oil?
That, my canine friend
is the big greasy question.
[growling]
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?
[growling]
Oh, this is terrible.
We have to stop that drill.
Maybe I can help.
(all)
'A mermaid?'
Amy?
(all)
Amy?
You know her?
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?'
[clears throat]
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
right into one of my traps.
Right. I get it.
Once again, we're bait.
(all)
Exactly.
[intense music]
Couldn't we wait
till the water warms up?
Get in the water.
Right.
[inhales]
Now, let's trap
some Fish Freaks.
[roaring]
[gasping]
[roars]
♪ Take another step closer ♪
♪ For we still haven't met ♪
Now.
♪ Too bad you suckers ♪
♪ Now you're caught in my net ♪♪
Good job, Freddie.
Well, 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.
But aren't you
against all this
anti-environment stuff?
Funny you should ask.
It all started
when we were doing a little
research into
our old foe Destroido.
We were going through
their trash when we ran across
some very 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 grassroots 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.
And 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.
(all)
Uh...no.
(all)
I don't think that's right.
[siren wailing]
[gasps]
Hey, you're not..
...a mermaid.
Allow me to introduce
my lovely wife, Amy Cavanaugh.
Ordinary human and professional
commercial jingle singer.
That explains
why your eerily
beautiful singing voice
made me want to
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
by Fish Freaks.'
But they just laughed at me.
Then asked for directions
to the oil platform
so they could add it
as a stop to on
the Crystal Cove
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 to 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 old
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.
[instrumental music]
Lordy, Velma!
Baby, you just about scared me
out of my skin-tight
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 heebedy-jeebedies?
Stop.
One of my big problems
on a list that's long
and distinguished
is that despite
my skeptical nature
'I trust people.'
'I want to 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 that you shouldn't know
and shouldn't have had
'no matter what
the heebedy-jeebedy.'
What are you saying?
I'm saying Angel Dynamite
isn't your real name.
I think your real name
is Cassidy Williams
and 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.
[theme music]