(female narrator)
Previously on
"Mystery Incorporated."
(Velma)
'Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves?'
Mom? Dad?
Have any of you heard
of Sternum and Sternum?
Sure, they're famous!
A husband and wife team
of trap making mystery solvers.
You mean you're the Sternums?
We just want to help mankind
'by ridding it of things
that are hard to catch'
with ordinary traps.
I'm begging you
to think of Freddy.
To really put him first.
'Stop thinking
about that treasure.'
'It's cursed our whole lives,
ruined everything we ever were.'
Nobody has to get hurt. As long
as you stay out of our way.
We've been kind
for old time's sake.
But don't push it.
[crickets chirping]
Dylan, we've been
through so much together.
Monster attacks.
Physical and emotional trauma.
Intensive care.
And now that it's all over
we can finally be together.
But should we be together?
Oh, Dylan, I'm scared.
I was scared, too, babe..
...of losing you.
And of being
attacked by a monster.
But mostly of losing you.
Oh, Dylan. Kiss me.
Let's do this.
I'm finally gonna
rock this kiss.
crash
For your misdeeds
you have been judged!
Oh, come on!
I-I just got out of the hospital
from the last monster.
What are you, Brenda, some kind
of monster divining rod?
Look, sorry, babe.
It's been real.
Real weird!
He shall be judged
for his cowardice.
But first
you shall be judged!
thwack
[dramatic music]
Yo, Thanksgiving guy,
judge this!
thud
[growling]
thud thud
[screaming]
thud
[growling]
[groaning]
[screaming]
thud
[groaning]
[growling]
[grunting]
You saved me!
Oh, thank you!
Eh, no biggie.
All shall be judged
and all shall be punished
by Hebediah Grim!
[van engine revving]
[theme music]
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
[indistinct muttering]
[instrumental music]
Fred, no. I'm just not ready
to go on a date with you yet.
[scoffs]
Date? Who said date?
I-I didn't say date.
I said practice date.
Big difference.
- Mmm.
- 'See, Daphne?'
If we practice
like Brenda and Dylan
we could be as good
at dating as they are.
They're regular pros.
Gary?
Brenda, what's going on?
Where's Dylan?
Dylan did this to himself, Fred.
When he ran off
and left me in danger.
Yeah, this huge pilgrim dude
was at Lover's Lane last night
judging and attacking people
with a giant hammer.
I was jogging by
with my soccer ball
so I took him out, two kicks.
Me kicking the ball
and me kicking the ball again.
He was so brave.
I can't believe I wasted
my time on a boy like Dylan
when I could have been
with a man like Gary.
Muah muah muah
Gary has a girlfriend?
Gang, this might just be
the biggest mystery
we've ever faced.
[whimpers]
Poor Dylan, he lost Brenda
and his car in the same night.
Poor Dylan? Poor us!
It's snack time!
So, like,
where's the snacks, huh?
Sorry, guys. I forgot
to pick something up.
Can you skip the snacks today?
Skip snacks?
You take that back, now!
- Hey, kids, did--
- Someone say snack time?
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!
Like, snackpot!
Snackamania! I'm in heaven!
chomp chomp chomp
My parents would
love this caterer.
Is it Elite Treats
or the Foodie Fellows?
Actually, we whipped
this up ourselves.
We sure did, Brad.
Since we don't have to work
we have nothing but free time.
All thanks to the royalties
from our trap patents.
Right you are, Judy.
That, and of course, our
semiautobiographical
television show based on our
glamorous trapping lifestyle.
[instrumental music]
(Thraxy)
This guy here's
my employer, Mr. Sternum.
A self-made trap gazillionaire.
This lady here is Mrs. S.
She's an absolute knockout.
That handsome guy there is me.
My name is Thraxy.
I watch out
for the both of them
which is a really tough job.
'Cause when they got together
it was trappin' time!
clank
Trapping has been
very kind to us.
You said it, Brad.
And we'd love to share
our good fortune to--
Help you with
your latest mystery.
- Son.
- Thanks. We can handle it.
You sure?
All you need to catch
a puritan menace
is a foxhole surprise.
Or better yet,
a barn roof gambit
augmented by
a double night warbler.
Really?
Those sound great, but, uh..
...I think we can handle it!
I said, we can do it ourselves!
- Of course.
- Ooh.
Sorry. Just trying to help.
- Don't make it worse, Brad.
- But--
- No, don't.
- But...uh..
Don't, no.
That was rude, Fred.
They were reaching out to you
and you pushed them away.
It wasn't me.
It was the smoothies.
Like, don't blame
the smoothies, man.
Yeah. Smoothies deserve better.
It's okay. I love you.
I really do, do, do.
gulp gulp gulp
[instrumental music]
Why did you bring me
on a stakeout?
Mayor, ride-alongs
are good publicity.
It's in the sheriff handbook.
(Janet)
'Oh, is it?'
Well, what about
the music and the candles?
Is that standard
stakeout protocol?
Yes! Yes, it is.
You've got a lot to learn
about stakeouts, lady.
Well, maybe you should
teach me, then
Bronson Stone.
Well, maybe I will..
...Sharon Nettles.
[groans]
Your first name
isn't Sharon, is it?
- Janet.
- Ah!
A picnic basket. Told you.
Sheriff Stone? Mayor Nettles?
What are you doing here?
- We're on a stakeout!
- In a patrol car?
Yes. Now, move along.
Nothing to see here.
Hey, how are we supposed to make
incredibly bad
and stupid decisions
that will wreck
the rest of our lives
over here with all that noise?
Quiet, longhair.
thud
For your painted faces
'and clothes that rise above'
the ankle and fall
below the neck
you three womenfolk
shall be judged!
Three? What about me?
You shall be spared.
You are a model of purity.
Plain, wholesome
and untempting.
[laughs]
L-O-L! Burn!
[growling]
thud
Quick, save the mayor!
Will do. Come on, your honor!
thud
[growling]
[screaming]
[growling]
thwack
[gasping]
[engine revving]
Oh, where is he?
Did we lose him? Guys?
- Like, not quite!
- Like, not at all!
You shall be judged!
[grunting]
Hang on, gang!
[screaming]
thud
[all screaming]
[tires screeching]
[all screaming]
Gary? How did you get here?
I was jogging by when
that Turkey Day loser attacked
so I saved Cheryl.
You were jogging by
with your soccer ball again?
How is that even possible?
- Are you single?
- Wait a sec.
Two hot girls, hot for Gary
in the same day? No, way.
Guys, still out of control here.
[rumbling]
[screaming]
crash
thud
puff
Piece of cake.
Come on, guys.
Pull it together.
Do you even know how
to use the jaws of life?
The picnic basket's
gonna be okay, right?
chomp chomp chomp
Hmm, there's
some odd indentations
'in Hebediah Grim's footprints.'
Nice catch, Velma.
You know, Daphne,
Lover's Lane is actually
a perfect setting
for a practice date.
Good visibility.
- Plenty of parking.
- Fred, no means no.
- Where's the mayor?
- She went home.
- But Velma found--
- Save it.
I'm off the clock.
Looks like it's
up to us, as usual.
And I think
Gary has to be involved in this.
He may not be Hebediah Grim..
But his best pal
Ethan might be.
[dramatic music]
[camera shutter clicks]
[music continues]
whirr whirr whirr
click
rustle rustle rustle
We've been watching Ethan all
day and everything is normal.
Maybe we're wasting
our time on him.
Maybe, or maybe
he's about to slip up
now that he's home alone.
Shh, here he comes.
Maintain the net.
[door creaks open]
[upbeat music]
[drum music]
- That's not normal.
- No, definitely not.
Like, how long can
he keep that up?
Uh, he'll run out of steam soon.
[music continues]
[sighs]
Guess he has more steam
than I thought.
gulp
[giggles]
Uh, guys,
why are we just sitting here?
Why don't we go check out
his room while he's busy?
Huh? Oh!
[intense music]
(Velma)
'Play scripts, ticket stubs.'
- 'A drama club application.'
- 'Check this out.'
'It's a program for the school
play "The Scorning."'
I think we've found
our evidence.
- Huh?
- Evidence of what?
We're investigating
the mystery of Hebediah Grim.
You think
I'm that pilgrim freak?
I knew expanding
my horizons was a mistake.
Well, if you're
not Hebediah Grim
then somehow, Gary must be.
Gary? Oh, okay.
Now, that's funny.
Hang on. I got to
video chat Gary about this.
[keyboard keys clacking]
(Ethan)
'Dude, the mystery dopes think'
'you're that Lover's Lane
hammer whacko.'
Yeah, right.
And how'd I attack myself?
Am I a wizard too?
Ooh, wizard magic!
Shacka-macka-zoo!
'Allakahammie!'
If you're not Hebediah Grim
then why are you always
there when he attacks?
I'm happy to answer
all your questions, guys.
But first, look out!
[growls]
thud
You shall all be judged
'for your wicked
transgressions!'
'Except you. You may go.'
What? No way.
I'm not going anywhere.
So be it.
You shall all be judged.
Starting with you
'Daphne Blake!'
Judge this, sir dorks-a-lot!
[grunting]
[growling]
[grunting]
thud
[growling]
Ah!
[growls]
[grunting]
thud
[grunting]
Whoa! Ugh!
[intense music]
[gasps]
[roars]
[grunting]
Looks like he's not judging
you tonight, Daphne.
But I'll walk you home,
just to be safe.
Thank you so much, Ethan.
If you Sherlock nose
really wanna solve this mystery
you should check out
Doogle McGuiness.
He played the lead
in "The Scorning."
I heard he gets crazy obsessed
with every character he plays.
Ethan's never even
practice walked her home.
Daphne's fine, Fred.
We need to pay a little visit
to Doogle McGuiness.
[intense music]
The house definitely
looks guilty.
Like, it probably
looks better in the daylight.
[whimpers]
Let's come back tomorrow!
Yeah! Sounds like a plan to me!
[grunts]
Ah!
Huh?
Hey! Like, the school yearbook!
(Shaggy)
"Hot. Mega hot.
Queen Hotness?"
Something tells me
this is our guy.
[knock on door]
Hello?
Doogle?
[gasps]
[music continues]
[intense music]
[screaming]
- Huh?
- Doogle McGuiness?
Speak fast,
I'm doing a one-man production
of "Animal Farm"
at the Crystal Cove Asylum
for criminally insane animals.
Those homicidal kooks
love le theatre.
Okay, then admit it, you played
a character like Hebediah Grim
in the school play,
and it twisted your mind.
Turned you into
some Daphne-obsessed freak.
Okay, first, I hated that play.
Sixteenth century
musical theater is so musky.
Yeah, well, then,
why'd you circle the girls
who were attacked
in your yearbook?
I've never seen
that yearbook before.
Mine is covered
in denim and sequins.
Wait. I know that yearbook.
I signed it. It belongs to..
thud
The actor has been judged
and your friend Daphne
the Scarlet-haired
temptress is next!
She shall be judged!
[Doogle groaning]
The school drama club
just texted me back.
Doogle's costume
from "The Scorning" is missing.
So's the back-up.
And the one thing
we know for sure
is that Daphne
is the next target.
Ethan offered to protect me.
I could spend
all my time with him.
No. That would
never work. Never!
[sighs]
Like, we could lie low here
until Grim goes away.
Prime rib, please.
Yeah. We've got
all the meat we need.
Turkey duck ham, please.
swish swish swish
chomp chomp
Something about all this
is really bugging me.
[chuckling]
Like, is it that
your picture wasn't
circled in the yearbook?
Or because Hebediah Grim
thinks you're untempting?
Hmph!
[laughing]
Fred, I hope I'm not crossing
a trip wire here
but we know the perfect trap
for this situation.
The Auckland and Brinkle.
Right, Judy?
That's right, Brad.
You can save the town.
And your girl.
We're in.
creak creak creak
Wow. I'll never reach
this level of trapsmanship.
You're our son, Fred.
Trapping's in your blood.
You just have to believe
in your inner trapsman
as much as we do.
Yeah. Do you really mean that?
[sobs]
I-I better go check
the counterweights.
[Fred weeping]
I'm just so happy.
[instrumental music]
Why are you so close to me?
You're the safest place
to be right now.
Hmm.
Okay, Daphne.
As soon as you have your safety
gear on, we can get started.
Fred, for the last time
I'm not ready to date you.
Practice or not.
Sorry. I'm just nervous.
Don't be. No creep is gonna
judge you on my watch.
You got it? I swear.
Thanks, Fred. No one makes
me feel as safe as you do.
Maybe we can go on
a practice date.
- Someday.
- Really?
Uh, I-I mean, yeah.
That-that'd be great.
[music continues]
Daphne, I need to check
on the perimeter sensors.
I'll be right back.
Now, you shall be judged!
Don't judge me
because I'm beautiful!
Huh? Urgh!
[giggling]
[growls]
Aah!
[bell ringing]
[grunting]
[screaming]
See, Daphne?
He can't judge you now.
No, but I can!
Not so fast.
First, I'd like you to meet
a couple of friends.
That's Auckland.
[growls]
Huh? Whoa!
[bell ringing]
Whoa!
[grunting]
[screams]
And that's Brinkle.
Looks like Hebediah Grim
won't be judging anybody
now that we know he's really..
(Scooby)
'Gary and Ethan.'
Urgh! How did you know?
Yeah! We were, like,
totally sneaky!
Not so totally, I'm afraid.
'The odd indentations
in Hebediah Grim's footprints'
'turned out to be
soccer cleat marks.'
'Gary's chat video
was prerecorded.'
'I hacked your laptop and found
the original recordings.'
(Fred)
'Two missing costumes meant'
'there could be
two Hebediah Grims.'
(Shaggy)
'Like, worst of all'
'you guys tried to frame
Doogle McGuiness'
'by putting a yearbook
on his porch.'
'Ethan's yearbook!'
So judge that, you losers.
Booyah! Who wants
to judge me now? Huh? Who?
You want to judge me? You?
In your face! Yeah!
Velma, you're scaring me.
The real question is, why?
Why did you guys do it?
- Girls.
- Girls, duh.
We wanted to terrify girls
and then rescue them
so they'd fall for us.
Just like the knights did
in the old west
before the dragons went away.
Yeah, knights terrorized
then saved damsels
to score dates with them
all the time.
Huh. I never thought
about it that way.
But why did you both dress up?
We don't trust each other.
Tag-teaming was the only option.
And we would have
gotten away with it
if any of you mystery
stink losers had lives.
- Wow. Like, Mayor Nettles!
- Whoa!
Sheriff Stone?
[chuckles]
That was fast!
How'd you two know
we had solved the mystery?
Like, were you on
another stakeout?
Yes! Exactly.
Another stakeout. Mm-hmm.
So why are you wearing his hat?
Well, it's a, uh, disguise.
Let's get out of here.
Thanks for all your help, guys.
I mean that.
We couldn't have solved
this mystery without you.
No, son. You could have
easily solved this without us.
- Brad's right, Fred.
- Thank you, Judy.
You're welcome, Brad.
You know, Fred
the real secret of this trap
we sprung tonight
is no secret at all.
We just wanted to work on it
closely with you.
Our son.
[instrumental music]
[intense music]
[theme music]