(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, babe.
What's up?
Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm on my way home now.
What?
What, you got me, for what?
Our anniversary, right, of course.
Forget? No.
Me? Never, that's crazy talk.
Because I can't wait for you to see what I got you, too.
What's that, sorry,
I, you, I didn't, oh, I
I, see you, soon, oh.
Love you, bye.
Anniversary, anniversary, argh!
Bad husband, bad husband.
Gift, I've gotta get a gift.
Jewelry store!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Back in five minutes?
Who knows how long that could be.
Huh, a junk yard, yes! No, I couldn't.
Don't think, just run.
(RUSTLING)
Broken toaster, no, she has one.
This clown painting, no time to get it framed.
Dead funeral flowers, put them in the maybe pile.
Ooh, a tennis racquet.
No strings, but I think
I heard her say the word tennis once,
so, she might want to learn
(STRAINS)
Oh, move, yeah.
Wait, now everything is moving.
Ahhh!
(ROARS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROWLS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
SCOOBY: Scooby-dooby-doo.
Okay, Fred, like there's good news and bad news.
The good news is they had one hot dog left.
The bad news is Scoob ate it.
I regret nothing.
(WHIMPERING)
Huh, did you just call me Fred?
Oh, right, of course, duh.
Probably because I'm inexplicably dressed exactly like Fred.
Yeah, that was the root of our confusion.
See, recently I've been a little hard on Fred.
Telling him to lighten up, be more open-minded,
less controlling, blah, blah.
It's got to annoy him.
And then it hit me, maybe it's me
who needs to understand Fred.
You know, walk a mile in his ascot.
So, let me get this straight.
To stop annoying Fred, you're going to become Fred.
Which is guaranteed to annoy Fred.
-What's going on? -(GASPING)
Hey, Fred, check it out.
I thought I'd try to understand you better.
See what makes you tick, you know, be the Fred.
Daphne.
Of all the strange, eccentric things you have done,
since I've known you
this is something I can really get behind.
It's a trap, Daphne.
SCOOBY AND SHAGGY: Run!
No, this is totally reasonable.
Everyone should try and understand
the burden and responsibility of leadership.
I mean, what gang couldn't use two me's?
Ours.
Okay, Fred, so give me some insight.
What's the Fred move here?
Ignore them, we're on a schedule.
Right, take control.
Okay, people. Enough chit-chat, in the van.
We got places to go, mysteries to solve.
Awesome.
Here we are, the city dump.
Of course, because as Fred
you want to be around garbage.
Because it hones your, your...
No, I'm lost.
We're trying to find a rare part for the Mystery Machine.
A tri-cylinder vector manifoil.
Aren't we trying to find a mystery?
Oh, no! Bad doggie, bad doggie.
-(BARKING) -Nope, they find us.
Bad doggie!
Now, that's what I call a collar.
A who?
Scooby-doo!
Man, it's been forever.
Like, you two know each other?
Yeah, we were kennel-mates.
(PANTING)
We're looking for new recruits
for a special tactical K-9 police unit.
Hmm.
Impressive.
I'll take the cool, non-knocked unconscious by a fly dog, please.
I'll call you Axel,
after that shaft connecting my car wheels.
You're gonna be the coolest
crime-fighting dog of all time.
COP: (COOING) Yes, you are, yes, you are.
And that I am.
Equipped with cutting-edge high-tech gadgets.
Like this voice translator, that makes everything I say
sound authoritative and cool.
Check it out.
(IN DEEPER VOICE) I dropped some asparagus on my slacks.
Cool.
-That was amazing. -Oh, wish I said that.
I got 700 arrests to my name.
No crime I can't solve.
No perp I can't catch.
So, uh, what have you been up to Scoob?
Uh, ate a hot-dog.
Like, we solve mysteries all the time.
Yeah, that too.
Right, sure, so, listen,
I'd love to catch up,
but, uh, my partner and I
are busy doing serious detective work.
We're investigating a trash monster
that's been terrorizing the area.
BOTH: Trash monster?
BOTH: Sounds like a mystery to me.
Hey, that's my line.
I invented "Sounds like a mystery to me".
Bad other-Fred.
Oops, sorry, just trying to get into
the Fred head, you know.
Daphne, there is plenty of me to go around.
But you must share the Fred, not hog the Fred.
This way, gang.
In spite of what those two blond guys are saying,
you best stay out of the way
and let the trained professionals handle this case.
Right, we're not even here.
Scoob, don't let that mug boss you around.
We are just as good at solving mysteries as he is.
We face monsters and ghosts on a daily basis.
Axel is in our world now.
Yeah, he's in our house.
(GASPS)
It looks like we forgot to clean.
(ROARING)
(SCREAMING)
(SNARLING)
(ROARS)
So, you're finally investigating my jewelry store robbery.
Yo, Mike, I bagged us a 10-13 on five counts...
Oh, look who it is.
Here it comes.
Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?
This good boy is about to chew toy your butt
if you don't knock that talk off.
(LAUGHS)
He thinks he's people.
And he thinks I'm still a puppy.
So, the trash monster attacked your garbage dump.
Do I look like I own a garbage dump?
(HACKING, SPITS)
Uh...
Yeee...
Nnn...
Yee...
Nyos?
I own the jewelry store
across the street.
Archibald owns the miserable dump.
It is not a garbage dump.
You listen to me, I bought
this land to build my dream home.
There was lot of trash on the property
and people just kept adding to it,
assuming it was a garbage dump.
What about the "City Dump" sign?
It was dumped there!
Officer Mike, my jewelry store was robbed months ago.
And you still haven't recovered my lost property.
Ma'am, Officer Mike and I chased down that crook.
But you didn't recover my priceless rainbow emerald ring.
You cops are useless, I tell you.
(COUGHS)
(HACKING)
Useless.
We'll crack this case, won't we, little Axel?
Who's a brave police puppy?
You are.
I'm about to turn the thin blue line thick and red.
-Doggy dance-party. -Put me down.
Stop that!
I want to lead!
Oh, who's a grumpy, little doggie?
I'll go get you an Axel snacksle treat.
And that is why you don't let dog people join the K-9 unit.
SHAGGY: Trash monster!
You saw it, what did it look like?
Like trash.
Only monster-er-ier.
There's trash all around this place.
You probably just got spooked.
As usual.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have crimes to solve.
Okay, gang, let's split up and start looking for clues.
Daphne, not again.
I invented "Split up and look for clues."
I am not controlling!
What? What does that have to do with anything?
I don't know, I just hear you say it a lot.
(SIGHS)
This whole two Freds thing
isn't going at all like I thought it would.
Well, can at least one of you two Freds take a look at that.
(SNARLS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Run!
Daphne, I invented "Run!".
-Then say it! -Run!
Fred, this is where you normally have us split up.
It's to confuse and disorient the monster, right?
No, it's because the monster
always follows Shaggy and Scooby
and it gives us a chance to take a breather.
Like, I knew it.
We're gonna talk later.
Ahhh!
(ROARING)
(SCREAMS) Like, no fear. You don't decide the splitting up.
We never do either.
BOTH: Huh?
(WHIMPERING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
He's late, explain feelings.
(GROWLS)
How dare you be tardy.
This is the world-famous photographer, Panorama.
It is a great honor he photographs you.
Posey-pose.
You symbolize mankind's wastefulness.
-(ROARS) -Uh-uh-uh.
Are you questioning the great Pantorama?
Well, symbolize questioning him, quick.
More symbolism.
Now, you are symbolizing a trash monster.
-No. Yes. -(CAMERA CLICKS)
Now, you are a symbol
of mankind's indifference to sand castles.
Here, you symbolize diseases of the scalp.
(CLICKING)
No, not again.
Now, you are a symbol of symbolism.
Yes, yes, yes!
C'est magnifique!
Now, you must symbolize man
escaping from the most terrible monster.
Man.
Run, yes, run.
Yes, dude.
Run, yes. Faster, man is chasing man.
But who is faster?
Man, or man?
The symbolism!
(ROARING)
Looks pretty sturdy.
You can almost use it like a shield.
-(THUDS) -(GROANING)
-There you are. -There you are.
-Are you guys okay? -Are you guys okay?
Like, I'm seeing double.
And hearing it too.
Fred and I, I mean Daphne and I, duh...
We collectively were examining
this piece of metal that fell off the trash monster.
It appears it uses different
pieces of trash to take its shape.
Like a Trash-former?
Pretty much, yeah.
You leave that trash monster alone.
But he's terrifying everybody on your property.
Not me, he leaves me alone.
Plus, he scares off people trying to dump more trash here.
-Why do you... -Think...
-That... -Is?
Well, I guess, it's because it's both our home.
We've developed, um, an understanding.
-And these... -Monster attacks...
-Began occurring... -Roughly when?
Will you stop that? Fred needs a three-foot zone.
Me, you, personal space, no trespassing.
Hmm, sounds like you could use a trash monster.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to de-lint some used, wool cat-sweaters.
Okay, I made a grid map of the garbage dump.
From all reports, the monster
has only been seen in the spots marked with an X.
I can't seem to find any pattern.
Would you guys please cut that out.
-Sorry. -Look, nothing there!
-(LAUGHS) -(GROANS)
So, he's never seen in the same place twice.
Something doesn't add up.
Okay. So, what does Fred do
when clues aren't making sense?
Oh, do you mean this Fred?
You want the real Fred's help?
How about I mime it for you?
Would that work?
Puppets. What if we use puppets, would that be better?
How about a beard, would a beard help solve the mystery?
Check with me next week, I'll have a new quirky du jour!
Will you have found your trash monster by then, too?
Like, we already did.
We ran up against him twice and managed to evade him
twice.
Using expert techniques.
So, you turned and ran like little babies.
Hey, like, little babies can't actually turn and run.
So that's extremely impressive if you don't scrutinize it.
I suggest we investigate the areas
where the trash monster has been, to look for connections.
We'll use my phone's compass app
to systematically navigate this trash maze.
(PHONE CLICKING)
Odd, it doesn't seem to be pointing north.
Rather, it's pointing at...
That giant magnet is interfering with the compass.
We'll need to move away from it, for it to work.
(GASPS)
So, Scoob, you understand
if we come across anything suspicious,
like, say, a trash monster,
I'm in charge.
I've been trained to handle
virtually any dangerous situation an officer can face.
(SPUTTERING)
Split second decision making is crucial.
Just follow my lead.
(SNARLING)
(ROARS)
Ahhh! Trash monster!
ALL: Ahhh! Trash monster!
Well, we followed your lead.
(SCREAMING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(SMASHING)
I... I can't believe it.
That was a real monster.
Made out of trash.
A trash monster, technically.
But, how is that possible?
Are you sure it wasn't just swamp-gas or a weather balloon?
A weather balloon doesn't have a head and doesn't roar
and doesn't try to crush you.
What am I, a scientist?
I don't know how weather balloons work.
Either way, this is no place for civilians.
Now, I'm ordering you to go home.
But we and the police have always worked together.
And by together, I mean we do everything
and they show up at the end and say, "Good work, kids."
Well, I'm responsible for your safety.
My partner and I need to handle whatever this is.
In fact, here he is now. Oh, no.
Who wants to play ball, huh?
Wanna play, boy?
-No. -Do you?
-I do not.
Who wants to play?
Axel does.
Axel does want to play.
(BARKING)
(LAUGHS)
Hmm, never was a ball dog.
I can't believe the police just told us to leave.
You know, Fred, if you hadn't been so focused on me
being focused on being you,
at least one Fred could've solved this mystery.
(SIGHS) You're right, Daphne.
I guess I've been a little hard on you as me.
Maybe it's me who needs to understand you
trying to understand me.
You know, walk a mile in you walking a mile in my ascot.
You know, Fred, of all the strange, eccentric things you've done today,
this is something I can really get behind.
Everyone should try to understand the burden
and responsibility of trying to understand the burden
and responsibility of leadership.
I mean, what gang couldn't use two me's trying to be you.
Ours.
-Ah, that's better. -Ah, that's better.
-Is it? -Hey, Scoob.
I know we wanted to show up Axel and solve the case.
But, we did our best.
And he didn't do any better.
I mean, it's a garbage dump.
Finding clues here is like
finding a needle in a haystack.
Needle, that's the answer.
Needle, that's it. Scooby, you just solved the mystery.
Gang, let's trash this monster.
Scooby-Doo, I think we need to find something to jazz up your collar.
Hey, this will look good.
It's real sparkly.
Not priceless enough.
Sparkly and priceless.
Gotcha.
(STRAINING)
Why do these monsters seriously not see
how obvious our trap-bait conversations are?
(CRASHING)
There is your answer.
Hey, didn't I tell you to go home
and leave this to the professionals... Ahhh!
Some super-cop, he is.
(ROARS)
(SCREAMING)
Fred, now!
-Oh, oh! -Whoa!
Look out!
(SCREAMING)
Welcome to our world.
(ROARING)
Velma, now!
(ROARING)
FRED: Got him.
(STUTTERING) Trash monster.
Sc... Scary.
There, it's okay, boy.
Like, he's not even a real monster, look.
ALL: Officer Mike!
Mike, but why?
I say, what's all this ruckus on my property.
(CLEARS THROAT) May I?
(COLLAR BEEPS)
Axel said that he and Officer Mike
chased the jewelry store robber all over this block.
Which includes the dump.
The rainbow emerald ring he stole was never recovered.
That's because the ring got lost in the mounds of garbage.
And only Officer Mike saw it happen.
We saw that the trash monster never appeared
in the same place twice.
As if it were looking for something.
It was.
The rainbow emerald ring.
Officer Mike covered his body in magnets,
which he then used to attract metal trash to his body.
Becoming the trash monster.
I discovered that,
after our compass pointed right at him.
As the trash monster,
he could scare away anyone
who might accidently find the ring before he could.
Because finding a ring in a dump is like
finding a needle in a haystack.
It also explains why the trash monster never bothered Archibald.
Because with all his cleaning, he might find the jewel
and then Mike could just steal it from him.
My own partner, right under my nose.
You caught him, Scooby, great work.
Just doing my duty.
But you don't understand.
I just wanted the jewel so I could buy prezzies for my fluffy doggie.
I would've gotten away with it, too,
if it hadn't been for your meddling little friends.
Ahhh! Axel!
You're just so cute!
My little cutie-puppy!
Ahhh!
So, where is my ring?
Well, I'm... I'm sure it's still here.
I'll help you find it.
Yeah.
Like I need help from a highfalutin, fancy dressed,
daintily-manicured snob.
Oh, really?
Well, you are a rat-haired,
greasy-faced, smelly-footed...
Marry me!
Let's find the ring.
Then we'll talk.
(HACKING)
Hey, look, the tri-cylinder vector manifoil
I've been trying to find for the van.
Hmm, kind of resembles that ring they were describing.
Oh, well.