- THEN, A SYSTEM OF PULLEYS
CONNECTED TO A COUNTER WEIGHT
LOOPED THROUGH THAT TREE
AND THIS FLAGPOLE
WILL DRAG
THAT HOT DOG CART--
- HOT DOGS?
- STAY WITH ME, SCOOB.
- NOBODY'S WITH YOU, FRED.
- IT IS
A PRETTY COMPLICATED TRAP.
- THAT'S EXACTLY
WHY IT WILL WORK.
[SIGHS] SOMETIMES, IT'S LIKE
I'M ALL ALONE OUT HERE.
- [SNARLING]
- ZOINKS! HA HA!
IT'S THE PIRANHA-GOAT!
- AND WE'VE GOT HIM
RIGHT WHERE WE WANT HIM.
[GRUNTING]
HEY, WHAT'S WRONG
WITH THIS THING?
- [BLEATS]
- FRED, HE'S GETTING AWAY!
- [BLEATS]
[SIREN]
- GOING SOMEWHERE,
PIRANHA-GOAT?
- BU-UH-UH-STED.
- GOOD THING
SHERIFF STONE SHOWED UP.
- WELL, YOU'RE DARN TOOTIN'.
I'VE TOLD YOU KIDS
A THOUSAND TIMES,
YOU LEAVE THE CRIME BUSTING
TO THE CRIME-BUSTERS.
PIRANHA-GOAT,
YOU'RE COMING WITH ME.
- HUH?
[RATTLES]
- OOH, MY TRAP'S WORKING.
- UH-OH.
[GASPS]
- [GRUNTS AND SCREAMS]
- [ALL SCREAM]
- TOLD YOU IT WOULD WORK.
- LA-AAY-TER.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]
- HUH?
[ECHOING LAUGHTER]
[NEIGHS]
- [ALL GASP]
- [GRUNTS]
- [LAUGHS]
[LAUGHS]
SEE YOU AROUND, SHERIFF.
[CRACKLING]
- IT CAN'T BE.
DEAD JUSTICE...
HE'S RETURNED.
CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE
BY WARNER BROS. ANIMATION
- SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!
- SHERIFF,
WHO IS THIS DEAD JUSTICE GUY?
- ONLY THE GREATEST LAWMAN
EVER TO CLEAN UP
THE STREETS OF CRYSTAL COVE.
AND MY NUMBER 3
PERSONAL HERO,
RIGHT BEHIND MYSELF
AND THE MAYOR.
- HMM. NEVER HEARD OF HIM.
- HE'S BEEN DEAD
FOR OVER 100 YEARS.
- WELL, THAT'S PROBABLY WHY.
- ICK. OYSTERY SHELLS.
THE SEAFOOD LITTERING IN
THIS TOWN IS OUT OF CONTROL.
UGH. AM I SWELLING
FROM MY ALLERGIES, FRED?
- DAPHNE, TO ME,
YOU CAN NEVER LOOK TOO SWOLLEN.
- [GROANS]
- IT'S A GOOD THING
HE SHOWED UP WHEN HE DID.
PIRANHA-GOAT ALMOST GOT AWAY
WITH THE PLANS
FOR CRYSTAL COVE'S
WATER SUPPLY.
- YEAH. HO HO!
IF HE HAD SUCCEEDED IN
DESTROYING THE TOWN'S WATER,
LIKE, WE MAY NEVER
HAVE BATHED AGAIN.
- WE DON'T BATHE NOW.
- LIKE, QUIET, SCOOB.
- OH.
[GIGGLES]
- WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT
AS TO LURE CRYSTAL COVE'S
MOST FAMOUS LAWMAN
BACK FROM
THE GREAT BEYOND?
- OH, I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE HE'S HERE TO ACTUALLY TRY
AND SOLVE SOME CRIMES.
- NO, THAT CAN'T BE IT.
HECK,
I'VE WON THE CRIMEY,
CRYSTAL COVE'S CRIMESTOPPER
OF THE YEAR AWARD, 27 TIMES.
[EXHALES]
THERE'S ONLY ONE LAWMAN HERE,
AND HIS NAME IS
SHERIFF BRONSON STONE.
- [SNORING]
OHH.
[HUMS]
- AAH! AAH!
- HEY, WHAT THE--
- [GRUNTING]
[ALARM RINGING]
- [GRUNTS] OOF!
- [LAUGHS]
[TIRES SQUEAL]
- [LAUGHS]
- AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.
IF I HAVEN'T
ALREADY FRIENDED YOU,
IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN,
SO PLEASE STOP
WITH THE POKING.
- HEY, SHERIFF.
NOW, DON'T BE NERVOUS.
THIS IS GOING TO BE YOUR YEAR.
I CAN FEEL IT.
- BUCKY, I'M NOT NERVOUS.
EVERY YEAR IS MY YEAR.
[CHUCKLES]
I JUST WANT TO GET THIS OVER
WITH SO I CAN CATCH A MOVIE.
- YOU WANT TO SEE A MOVIE?
CHECK THIS OUT.
I MADE YOU A LITTLE FLIPBOOK
TO COMMEMORATE TODAY.
SPOILER ALERT--
YOU WIN THE AWARD AGAIN.
- BUCKY, GO GET ME
SOME COTTON CANDY.
- OH, YES SIR, SHERIFF.
I'LL MAKE SURE
IT'S EXTRA FLUFFY!
- THINK MAYBE WE'LL BE UP THERE
SOMEDAY WINNING A CRIMEY?
- NOT A DOUBT, FREDDY.
I BELIEVE IN YOU.
ALWAYS HAVE.
[FEEDBACK]
- MY FELLOW CRYSTAL COVIANS.
THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT
FOR THE 215th CRIMESTOPPER
OF THE YEAR AWARDS.
[APPLAUSE]
- MAY I HAVE
THE ENVELOPE, PLEASE?
AND THIS YEAR'S CRIMESTOPPER
OF THE YEAR IS...
DEAD JUSTICE!
- [ALL GASP]
- LIKE, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
HE WAS ELIGIBLE.
YOU KNOW,
BEING DEAD AND ALL.
- I'M SPEECHLESS.
- [LAUGHTER]
- [WHIMPERS]
- [SCREAMING]
- TROPHIES IS FOR SISSY FOLK.
I'M JUST DOING MY JOB,
WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY
FOR USELESS SHERIFF STONE.
- [GASPS]
- I AIN'T IN THIS GAME
FOR A PAT ON THE BACK.
I'M IN IT FOR JUSTICE!
HI-HO, GREG!
- HIS HORSE'S NAME IS GREG?
[WHINNIES]
- [LAUGHS]
- FORGET CRIME STOPPING.
FROLICKING MILK-MADE PEANUTS,
THAT IS SHOWSTOPPING!
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
- MAYOR!
YOU CAN'T GIVE
THE AWARD TO HIM!
HE AIN'T EVEN ALIVE!
- NEVER STOPPED ME
FROM GIVING IT TO YOU BEFORE.
[LAUGHS]
THAT WAS A JOKE
AT YOUR EXPENSE.
- SHERIFF! I GOT
YOUR COTTON CANDY!
DID YOU WIN?
- WHAT IS GOING ON
WITH THESE OYSTER SHELLS?
THIS IS A PARKING LOT,
NOT A RAW BAR!
- HMM.
THESE ARE JUST LIKE THE ONES
WE FOUND IN FRONT OF CITY HALL.
SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY.
- UH, GUYS?
WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE?
- LIKE, FROM THAT DUDE
IN THE WHITE JEAN JACKET.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- WHO IS THAT?
- AHH,
HE'S A LOCAL CRIME NUT
WHO CALLS HIMSELF
THE NIGHT RANGER.
HE WRITES A BLOG ABOUT
HOW MUCH HE DOESN'T LIKE ME.
THE FEELING IS MUTUAL,
BUT I, UNLIKE THAT WEIRDO,
KEEP MY BLOGS
TO MYSELF.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- DOES ANYTHING ABOUT THAT GUY
STRIKE YOU AS ODD?
- SO MANY THINGS.
[ENGINE REVS]
[ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES]
- SO, LIKE,
IF THIS NIGHT RANGER TURNS OUT
TO HAVE SOMETHING TO DO
WITH DEAD JUSTICE,
DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE
TO GIVE BACK OUR OYSTERS?
- NO WAY.
FINDERS KEEPERS.
- MAYBE YOU CAN ASK HIM
YOURSELF. LOOK.
[BRAKES SQUEAL]
- DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU
THAT CURIOSITY CAN GET YOU DEAD?
[SQUEALING]
- [ALL GASP]
- I'M THE ONLY LAWMAN
IN CRYSTAL COVE.
STOP YOUR SNOOPING.
- AND WHAT IF WE DON'T?
- THEN THE NEXT TIME
I SEE YOU,
I SHOOT TO KILL.
[LAUGHS]
- [LAUGHS]
[WHINNIES]
[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]
- COME ON, GANG.
I THINK IT'S TIME
WE HAD A LITTLE CHAT
WITH SHERIFF STONE.
- ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?
SHERIFF STONE DOESN'T EXACTLY
LIKE US.
[CLICKS]
- WE DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.
HE'S THE BIGGEST
DEAD JUSTICE FAN IN TOWN.
- HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.
[CLICKS]
- WHAT DO
YOU TRESPASSERS WANT?
- WE'RE HERE TO SEE
THE SHERIFF.
- SHERIFF'S IN BED.
- IT'S ABOUT DEAD JUSTICE.
- WE THINK SOMEBODY IS TRYING
TO MAKE THE SHERIFF LOOK BAD.
- HEY, THAT'S
WHAT I'VE BEEN TELLING HIM.
SHERIFF,
YOU GOT VISITORS.
- WHO IS IT?
- BUNCH OF TEENAGERS
AND A DOG.
- TELL THEM
TO GO AWAY.
- SHERIFF BRONSON STONE,
MIND YOUR MANNERS.
SO SORRY ABOUT THIS.
HE'S BEEN A CRANKY-PANTS
EVER SINCE HE DIDN'T WIN
THIS YEAR'S CRIMEY.
- MOM!
- PLAY NICE.
- [GROANS]
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
- WE NEED YOU TO TELL US
EVERYTHING YOU KNOW
ABOUT DEAD JUSTICE.
- WHAT'S THE POINT?
I MEAN,
WHEN YOUR HERO THINKS
YOU'RE THE WORST LAWMAN IN
THE HISTORY OF CRYSTAL COVE,
THERE ISN'T
MUCH MORE TO SAY.
BUT AS LONG AS YOU'RE HERE,
I GUESS I SHOULD START
AT THE BEGINNING.
[PIANO PLAYING]
- BEFORE DEAD JUSTICE CAME
TO TOWN,
CRYSTAL COVE WAS
A DEN OF INIQUITY
AND LAWLESSNESS.
AND INJUSTICE REIGNED.
WELL, THEN, ONE DAY,
A LEFT-HANDED GUNSLINGER
NAMED IRON WILL WILLIAMSON
RODE INTO CRYSTAL COVE.
IRON WILL DECIDED
RIGHT THEN AND THERE
THAT HE WAS GOING
TO CLEAN UP THIS TOWN,
NO MATTER WHAT.
[SPURS JANGLE]
[GUNFIRE]
[WEAPONS CLICK]
[BULLET RICOCHETS]
- TOWNSFOLK MADE HIM SHERIFF
AND GAVE HIM THE NICKNAME
DEAD JUSTICE.
BUT THERE WAS ONE THORN
DEAD JUSTICE JUST COULDN'T
GET OUT OF HIS SIDE.
[WHINNIES]
- HIS NAME WAS
NITRO WIZINSKI.
DEAD JUSTICE VOWED
HE WOULD GO TO
THE ENDS OF THE EARTH
TO BRING NITRO DOWN.
[HORSES WHINNY]
- AND THAT'S EXACTLY
WHAT HE DID.
[WHINNIES]
- DEAD JUSTICE SLAPPED
THE CUFFS ON NITRO
AS THEY BOTH SANK
INTO A LAKE OF MOLTEN FIRE.
[PLAYS]
- AND THAT WAS THE LAST
ANYONE EVER SAW OF DEAD JUSTICE.
- UNTIL NOW.
- JUST HAD TO BRING
THAT UP AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU?
- WAIT.
DEAD JUSTICE WAS A LEFTY?
- UH, DUH.
EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.
IT'S DEAD JUSTICE 101.
- WELL, THE GHOST WHO JUST SHOT
AT US FIRED WITH HIS RIGHT HAND.
- THEN THAT AIN'T
NO REAL DEAD JUSTICE.
OR MY NAME ISN'T
SHERIFF BRONSON STONE!
- DOESN'T THE NIGHT RANGER SHUCK
WITH HIS RIGHT HAND?
- HMM.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- SCOOBY-DOO'S RIGHT.
- THEN LET'S GO
CHECK HIM OUT.
- I CALL SHOTGUN!
- WHAT? BUT THE FRONT SEAT IS
MY SPECIAL PLACE BESIDE...
FRED.
- ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SPLIT UP
AND LOOK FOR CLUES.
- OUCH.
- OOH! STUPID CHIN-UP BAR.
- JEEPERS.
THIS GUY IS REALLY INTO
MANKINIS.
- LIKE, DUDES,
WHAT'S WITH ALL THIS HAY?
- HORSES EAT HAY.
- DEAD JUSTICE HAS A HORSE.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- NIGHT RANGER.
- QUICK, EVERYBODY. HIDE.
[DOOR OPENS]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- UGH. WHY DID HE HAVE
TO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF?
- AT LEAST WE KNOW
WHAT THE HAY WAS FOR.
- DOESN'T MATTER.
NIGHT RANGER'S DEAD JUSTICE.
I'M SURE OF IT.
- NO, HE AIN'T.
- YES, HE IS.
[CLICKS]
- NO, HE AIN'T!
- [GASPS] YES, HE IS.
- [LAUGHTER]
- ZOINKS! HOO-HOO!
LIKE, NO HE AIN'T!
- I WARNED YA.
NOW, I'M GOING
TO KILL YOU.
SHERIFF STONE,
YOU'RE THE WORST LAWMAN
THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN
AND HADES.
AND TRUST ME,
I'VE BEEN TO BOTH.
- NOW, THAT'S JUST MEAN.
- TIME TO HAND OVER
YOUR BADGE.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- GUYS, RUN!
- [ALL SCREAMING]
- NIGHT RANGER!
YOU SAVED US!
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- DOESN'T SAY MUCH,
DOES HE?
- HE MUST SAVE IT ALL
FOR HIS BLOG.
STUPID BLOG.
- WHERE DID DEAD JUSTICE GO?
- DIMPLED PANAMANIAN GARGOYLES,
FRED. WHAT IS GOING ON?
- DAD, WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?
- WELL, I WAS LOOKING FOR
THE SHERIFF, ACTUALLY.
- HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND
ABOUT THE CRIMEY?
- BETTER. YOU'RE FIRED.
All: WHAT?
- NO, NO, NO.
I'M NOT FINISHED.
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY,
DEAD JUSTICE WILL BE
HEADING UP
THE CRYSTAL COVE P.D.
- BUT IT ISN'T
SHERIFF STONE'S FAULT.
DEAD JUSTICE IS
THE BAD GUY HERE.
- I'LL BE TAKING THAT BADGE.
- YOU CAN TAKE MY BADGE,
BUT I'LL ALWAYS BE
SHERIFF BRONSON STONE,
AS IT'S MY NAME
THAT MY MAMA GAVE ME
WHEN I WAS BORN.
- WAIT. LIKE,
YOUR FIRST NAME IS SHERIFF?
- MAMA,
SHE PLANNED AHEAD,
AND THIS IS GOING TO BREAK
HER TEENY, TINY HEART.
[SOBBING]
- SHERIFF STONE, WAIT!
- [ECHOING LAUGHTER]
- HI-HO, GREG!
[LAUGHS]
- MAYOR JONES,
YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE.
- I DON'T THINK SO.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAVE
TO PAY OUR NEW DEAD SHERIFF?
NOTHING.
GHOSTS DON'T NEED MONEY.
IT'S POLITICS 101.
I'M GOING TO SAVE A FORTUNE ON
HEALTHCARE, BULLETS,
BLOODSTAIN REMOVAL.
- THIS IS UNFAIR.
WE OWE IT TO THE SHERIFF
TO SOLVE THIS MYSTERY.
- [CRYING AND SNIFFLING]
- BUCKY, DO YOU KNOW
WHERE WE COULD FIND THE SHERIFF?
HIS MOM SAID
HE WOULD BE HERE.
- I WASN'T SUPPOSED
TO TELL ANYONE THIS,
BUT SHERIFF STONE TOOK A NEW JOB
AT THE CLAM CABIN.
- THAT'S PERFECT!
- AHH.
- LIKE, I'M WAY STARVING.
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY
TO A BANANA AND
CLAM KEBAB, SCOOB?
- I'D SAY NICE TO EAT YOU.
- [BOTH GIGGLE]
- OH. OH, BOY.
- WE'LL TAKE THE STUFF
TO SHERIFF STONE.
- THANKS.
I HAVE TO GET THIS OFFICE
READY FOR DEAD JUSTICE--
I MEAN,
SHERIFF JUSTICE.
[CRYING AND SNIFFLING]
[SOBBING]
- JUST BACK AWAY SLOWLY.
- [SOBBING CONTINUES]
- IF THE NIGHT RANGER ISN'T
DEAD JUSTICE, THEN WHO IS?
- TIME TO COME UP
WITH A NEW LIST OF SUSPECTS.
- GUYS, I THINK
I FOUND SOMETHING.
- DOES THAT MEAN
WE DON'T GET TO GO
TO THE CLAM CABIN?
- NO, IT MEANS
WE NEED TO GET THERE FAST.
- SHERIFF!
- NO ONE HERE
BY THAT NAME.
I'M BAGHEAD,
THE NEW ASSISTANT SHUCKER.
[SIGHS]
SOMETHING I CAN SHUCK
FOR YOU KIDS?
- DEAD JUSTICE IS A FRAUD,
AND WE CAN PROVE IT.
BUT WE NEED
SHERIFF STONE'S HELP.
KNOW WHERE
WE CAN FIND HIM?
- IT'S ME, GUYS,
SHERIFF BRONSON STONE.
- LIKE, NO KIDDING.
- YOU REALLY THINK
WE CAN PROVE WHO'S BEHIND
THIS DEAD JUSTICE BUSINESS?
- YEP, AND I KNOW HOW.
[EXPLOSION]
[HOOFBEATS]
[NEIGHS]
- HUH?
- NOBODY ROBS A BANK IN MY TOWN
AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.
- [LAUGHTER]
NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN,
DEAD JUSTICE.
- IT CAN'T BE.
NITRO WIZINSKI?
BUT YOU'RE DEAD.
- YEAH?
WELL, SO ARE YOU.
- [GRUNTS]
- WHAT'S THE MATTER,
DEAD JUSTICE?
YOU LOOK LIKE
YOU'VE SEEN A GHOST.
- GET AWAY FROM ME!
[NEIGHS]
- WHOA!
- [LAUGHS]
- [GASPS]
- NOT SO TOUGH NOW,
IS YA?
- [ALL SCREAMING]
- WHOA!
OOF!
- YOU'RE BUSTED, DUDE.
- [LAUGHS]
NOT YET.
- HE'S GETTING AWAY!
- RELAX. I GOT THIS.
[GRUNTS]
OH, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
- [GROANS]
- [GRUNTS]
- TIME TO REVEAL
WHO DEAD JUSTICE REALLY IS.
- [GASPS]
All: DEPUTY BUCKY?
- WHAT?
BUCKY, YOU WERE LIKE
A FATHER TO ME!
- YOU'RE 20 YEARS OLDER THAN ME!
- THERE'S NO PROOF OF THAT.
WHY'D YOU DO IT?
- SHERIFF,
I THINK WE CAN EXPLAIN.
BUCKY WAS TIRED OF BEING
JUST A DEPUTY.
HE CRAVED THE POWER AND PRESTIGE
OF THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE.
Fred: BUCKY FAILED
EVERY ONE OF
HIS PROMOTION EXAMS.
BUT IT WASN'T JUST HIS GRADES
THAT GOT ME THINKING.
Shaggy: LIKE,
BUCKY'S A DOODLER,
AND HIS DRAWINGS LOOKED
AN AWFUL LOT LIKE
DEAD JUSTICE'S
DEMON BULLETS.
[SCREECHING]
Velma: BUCKY DISGUISED HIMSELF
AS THE GHOST OF DEAD JUSTICE
AND CHASED DOWN
THE TOWN'S MOST WANTED.
Daphne: HE KNEW NOTHING
WOULD HURT SHERIFF STONE MORE
THAN LOSING HIS JOB
TO HIS HERO.
- THE ONLY THING
I DON'T UNDERSTAND IS
HOW HE CREATED
THOSE BULLETS.
- CGI.
IT'S ALL CGI
THESE DAYS.
I PROGRAMMED A LASER POINTER
TO SIMULATE THE ANIMATION.
- MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT IT,
I OWE YOU KIDS ONE.
HUH? ECCH.
- PEOPLE OF CRYSTAL COVE,
THERE'S A NEW OLD
NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN.
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
- THANKS, MAYOR JONES.
AND...
THANKS FOR GIVING ME
A RAISE.
- RAISE? WHAT RAISE?
AN HOUR AGO,
YOUR JOB WAS FREE.
DON'T THINK I WON'T FIND ANOTHER
UNDEAD LAWMAN IF I HAVE TO.
- [LAUGHS]
YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT?
- YOU KNOW, DAD,
BUCKY WOULD HAVE
GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT
IF IT HADN'T HAVE BEEN
FOR US MEDDLING KIDS.
MAYBE A LITTLE THANK YOU
MIGHT BE, UH...
- UH, THAT'S GREAT, FRED.
LISTEN, I'M LATE FOR
A WORK MEETING.
- BUT WORK'S THAT WAY.
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?
- HE CARES, FRED,
IN HIS OWN WAY.
- I DON'T KNOW, DAPH.
SOMETIMES,
WHEN I LOOK AROUND,
THE ONLY ONE I SEE
AT MY SIDE IS YOU.
- AND THAT'S
JUST WHERE I BELONG,
RIDING SHOTGUN
WITH MY GUY.
- YEAH. YOU DO.
AND I DON'T WANT ANYONE
TO EVER TAKE YOUR PLACE.
- [GASPS]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- DAPHNE, WILL YOU RIDE SHOTGUN
WITH ME FOREVER?
- I--ARE YOU--
OH, WOW.
AM I HAVING A RUSH OF BLOOD TO
MY HEAD MAKING ME HEAR THINGS?
OR MAYBE THIS ONION RING IS
ACTUALLY CALAMARI,
AND MY ALLERGIES ARE CAUSING
MY BRAIN TO SWELL.
- YOUR BRAIN LOOKS FINE
FROM HERE.
SO, IS THAT A YES?
- IF YOU'RE ASKING ME
TO MARRY YOU, OH, FREDDY, YES.
YOU TRAPPED ME AT HELLO.
MMM.
YOU MEAN AFTER WE GRADUATE,
RIGHT?
- UH, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS,
BUT SURE.
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
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