(THUNDER CRACKING)
(BEEPING)
(LAUGHING)
Okay, guys, it's Whatever-You-Want-Wednesday.
Prisoner 2243, double cheeseburger and fries.
(GROWLING)
Prisoner 4638, peanut butter and jelly
with the crust cut off.
Okay, 3286, a fruit salad. No melon.
(BEEPING)
Uh, okay.
Prisoner 5512, uh, sir?
Here's your meal, just as you ordered.
Only the rind of a lime wedge served on a photograph
of the original Mercury astronauts
with the words, "I don't have dimples"
written across it with an orange marker.
(WHIMPERS)
Uh, 5512?
Professor?
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(BEEPING)
(CHEWING)
Ah!
Huh? "Be back never.
"This note will self-destruct in three, two, one."
(GASPS) Oh, no.
(ALARM BLARING)
This is Warden Dutto. Lock down the entire prison.
(ON LOUDSPEAKER) Prisoner 5512 has escaped.
This is the moment we feared, people.
But we've trained for this.
I expect complete professionalism from everyone.
So let's...
Pretty.
-Huh! -(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
This is it. Global Financial Bank and Trust.
I wonder what a bank wants from us.
(SCOFFS) It's a bank, guys. Geez.
I mean, half my family is in banking.
Trust no one.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
Please stop there for your security examination.
Examination?
GUARD: Empty your pockets there and raise your arms.
And the color of this sweater?
Uh, orange?
GUARD: And what is two times two, Mr. Jones?
Four.
Four? Yeah, four!
GUARD: Very well.
That wasn't so bad.
Please proceed to the next stations.
Stations?
(BEEPING AND WHIRRING)
Fred Jones, I'm Mr. Moon, please follow me.
(COUGHS) Coming.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
-(DIALING) -MOON: Yes?
Excuse me, Mr. Moon.
Fred Jones is here.
MOON: Very well, Mr. Moon.
Like, I thought you were Mr. Moon.
I am. This is Gary Moon.
President of the bank.
And to avoid confusion, your first name is?
Gary.
(DOOR BANGS)
What I'm about to tell you is highly confidential.
Last night, we had a break in.
Someone getting in and out completely undetected
should be completely impossible.
Yet, somebody was somehow able
to place this envelope on my desk.
Oh, I get it!
It's a mystery.
You must have heard about our amazing mystery solving skills
through the old grapevine, huh? (CHUCKLES)
Well, don't worry, sir.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
What are you talking about?
I already hired a private detective.
She's the one who suggested we call you.
She? She who?
Well, well, well, if it isn't Detective Boring Frog.
Well, if it isn't Rose.
It's been a long time, Fred Jones.
Never long enough.
Rose was with me on Halloween, 11 years ago,
when we encountered that witch.
(CACKLING)
After that, she got into mystery solving too.
We studied the art of interrogation,
handwriting analysis, fingerprints, everything.
In fact, we came up with most of our
mystery solving procedures together.
And now, I'm the most sought after detective in the country.
So, this is your gang, huh?
(SCOFFS) Figures you'd need so much help.
And I see you went with the old three human, one fish gang formation.
Leaves your team pretty vulnerable
during the chase split up.
(LAUGHING)
Right. Fred "Split up" Jones.
Oh, Rose.
This from the person who charges money to solve mysteries
but has the nerve to call me when she's in over her head?
You think I had them call you because I need your help? Ha!
"I know what you did."
Blackmail?
Go on, take a look.
They're all just photographs of the president of the bank.
Working at the bank.
There's a note.
"Throw a large spinach salad into the Indian Ocean
"by 2:30 on Thursday,
"or these photographs will be sent
"to whoever happens to be the oldest person in Alaska.
"Hugs and kisses, Eli Whitney."
Eli Whitney? The inventor of the cotton gin?
None of this makes any sense.
No, it doesn't make any sense, does it, Fred?
Kind of makes you want to say, "Huh?"
Huh? (ECHOING)
No.
It can't be.
Go see for yourself.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Fred, what is going on?
Sorry, sir. Darkbrook prison is on lockdown.
There's been an escape.
Professor Huh?
Yeah, how did you know?
I'm... Fred Jones.
Let him in.
Like, although I have no idea what's going on,
I'm pretty used to that feeling. (CHUCKLES)
So, I'm cool waiting for you guys out here.
Ignorance beats horrible death.
(SNICKERING)
Gosh, it's like our greatest hits in here.
(SNARLING)
(GROWLING)
Since Fred isn't sharing,
I researched Professor Huh myself.
Professor Huh is one of the greatest,
most incomprehensible criminals of all time.
He baffled the world for decades
committing inexplicable crimes.
He never left any clues
except his signature calling card,
a llama with a note.
Only communicating through his trusted hand puppet,
he became one of the most confusing
and elusive criminals in history,
until he was turned in by a bright, young detective.
The man behind the Professor Huh mask,
was named Donald Jones,
a seemingly mild mannered computer engineer
husband and father of...
(GASPS)
Me.
Professor Huh is my father.
The Professor Huh mysteries are why I first became interested in mystery solving.
But when I found out it was my own father...
Well, I... I didn't know what to do.
I broke off all contact.
Oh, now you make more sense.
Now, I get why you're so obsessed
with solving mysteries.
Your own father was a criminal mastermind
and you had no clue.
Yeah. No, I never had a clue.
Like, I'm sure glad we're safe out here.
I just wish we had some food to keep us company.
There's a conveniently placed pretzel stand.
Huh, that's weird.
Like, hello?
(GASPS)
Uh, we'd like two large pretzels
sandwiched between two larger pretzels
and served on an even larger pretzel.
Un momento. (SNICKERING)
(GRINDING)
(EXPLODES)
(BUBBLING)
BOTH: Hmm?
Uh, there's uh...
Too much shoe.
Like, this isn't even my size.
I'd like to speak to your manager.
Okay.
Dinner time!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(BUZZING)
Man, that's got to be one bad llama to end up in here.
Let's look around.
Maybe Da...
I mean Professor Huh left something else behind.
So, how did he manage to empty his cell
and get a live llama in here without anyone noticing?
They're addressed to my father.
I thought you said you broke off contact with your father.
I did.
Not according to this return address.
"Dear Dad, I'm in trouble and need your help."
I didn't write this.
Are you sure?
You obviously didn't think he belonged here.
You two were so close.
I remember everyone used to say how much you took after him.
I'm nothing like my father.
Yeah, well, hiding evidence is a criminal offense.
So, you two have some things in common.
Listen, Rose,
this is my father,
so this is now my mystery.
The bank might have hired you,
but I'm on this case now, too.
So, may the best detective win.
Thank you.
I will.
(MIMICKING ROSE) Thank you, I will.
VELMA: What did she mean you didn't think your father belonged in prison?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
(TEETH CHATTERING) (YELLING)
(SHRIEKING)
What are you guys doing in there?
Like, we were handed a shoe by a cubist-faced,
pretzel vendor, split personality puppet.
That's exactly what happened.
Professor Huh.
You saw him.
BOTH: Uh-huh.
VELMA: So, he was hanging around
outside the prison from which he'd just escaped
selling pretzels?
Selling lies is more like it.
He shoed us. (CHEWING)
We gotta find him.
How do we find someone who doesn't make any moves you can predict?
Happy Arbor Day.
-Coconuts! -(ALL SCREAMING)
I am not a Canadian citizen!
ALL: Huh?
Exactly.
(GASPS)
-(ALL SCREAMING) -(TIRES SCREECHING)
(YELLING)
(PUPPET SNICKERING)
Dad, you're freaking my friends out.
And me a little.
Split up!
(WHIMPERING)
(SNICKERING)
Ah, a customer.
Have a...
Seat?
Please to remove my eyebrows
and please to put them on my shoulders.
Uh, you want your eyebrows moved to your shoulders?
You don't have eyebrows.
Or shoulders.
Remove my eyebrows!
PUPPET: With this croissant.
(WHIMPERING) Sorry, sir.
Like, we don't know how to do that.
I will show you how.
Cappuccino?
Why, thank you.
(SCOOBY-DOO SLURPING)
Mmm.
-(CHUCKLING) -(CROISSANT BUZZING)
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING)
BOTH: Oh, no!
We can't let him get away.
He escaped!
It was a ruse.
(SCREAMING)
Have we been duped?
So, this is what that feels like.
There you guys are.
Are you guys okay?
We don't know.
Seriously?
Like, we're being chased by a maniac on foot
and you guys take the subway?
Let me see that.
Professor Huh must have dropped it.
It's a clue.
It can't be a clue.
He doesn't leave clues.
Or do anything for any rational reason. Ever.
I'm starting to like your father.
Actually, he was a great father.
A computer engineer,
and one of the most rational people on the planet.
He also just happened to dress up at night
and hot glue multivitamins
to the ceilings of military helicopter hangars.
(WHIMPERING)
Light it up.
Well, this is the closest subway entrance
but I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
Maybe you were right, Fred.
Maybe the subway ticket isn't a clue.
Uh, does this seem out of the ordinary?
King Charles the seventh?
Is that who that is?
Yeah, Charles the seventh.
In fact, he had a disobedient son, Louis,
who became estranged from his father and cut off contact.
It could be a message.
(GASPING)
FRED: Rose?
What are you doing here?
(SCOFFS) I'm working for the president
of one of the biggest banks on the planet.
I have resources you could only dream of,
including access to all street light cameras.
Now, this looks an awful lot like you driving away
from a prison with a recently escaped inmate in the back of your van.
I had no idea he was back there.
I just heard, Velma, the supposed brains of your gang, say
your father left you a message.
Oh, come on, Rose, we studied the Professor Huh case for years trying to crack it.
You and me, you know Huh.
He doesn't leave clues.
He doesn't leave messages.
You want to be right so badly, you're overlooking the facts.
Overlooking the facts is your issue, Fred Jones.
-Not mine. -(SNAPS FINGERS)
Let's roll.
If Professor Huh was here,
he's long gone by now.
Man, I can't believe you were buddies with that shrew.
Yeah, she's actually a pretty good mystery solver.
We might even still be working together, if it wasn't for...
VELMA: Hey, guys, look at this.
It's an orange marker, so?
I think it's another clue.
But that would mean, my father accidentally left two clues.
Like, I don't think he actually left them.
Run!
PUPPET: Next stop, candy cloud monkey tuba.
PROFESSOR HUH: All aboard!
Run!
Whoa!
(SNICKERING)
Everybody! Up!
PUPPET: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-Boo! -(WHIMPERING)
PROFESSOR HUH: Baboon face!
(GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
Hello!
-Party time! -(SCREAMING)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
Everyone, jump!
So, did we escape from him or did he escape from us?
I'm lost.
That's the idea.
I'm sorry, gang.
Maybe Rose was right, maybe I'm not thinking clearly
because we're dealing with my father.
Or worse,
maybe I am just as nutty as he is.
Oh, Fred, don't say that.
You're totally, uniquely, your own kind of nutty.
A total original.
Thanks, guys.
I think.
Yeah, like, too bad you're related to Professor Huh, huh?
I'm not.
I'm related to Donald Jones.
Professor Huh isn't my father.
He's unlike any criminal we...
Hold on a second.
I've been trying to solve this mystery
with the idea that his crimes never make any sense.
But what if he's not committing a crime?
So, what? He's being totally confusing on the side, for fun?
Velma, that orange marker you found,
remember what the prison guard told us?
My father's last meal request?
The rind of a lime wedge served on a photograph
of the original Mercury astronauts
with the words, "I don't have dimples"
written across it with...
Orange marker!
Maybe you're right, Velma.
I think he's trying to send us a message.
Astronauts, dimples, got it!
There's a rocket launch tonight
carrying a new communications satellite into orbit.
The satellite is privately owned
by Global Financial Bank and Trust
whose president is none other than Gary Moon.
And he's got some big, old dimples.
We've got to get to that launch.
Got him!
Good work, Fred.
Except that's not Professor Huh.
Fred, Professor Huh is escaping!
(SNICKERING)
Come on!
Got you again!
Great work, Fred.
Yes, Fred. Great work.
Just as I suspected,
Fred Jones is working with his father to sabotage the satellite.
That's not true!
It only really, really looks true.
Fred wouldn't help anyone,
even his own father, commit a crime.
Well, he certainly let his father get away with one.
ALL: Huh?
Fred, what is she talking about?
Oh, he didn't tell you, did he?
Fred and I were determined
to solve the Professor Huh case.
We spent all our days searching for clues
and found nothing.
Until the night we snuck on to his latest crime scene.
He'd broken into a bank vault
and used mass amounts of bubble gum
to create the world's first literal wad of cash.
And when Fred got home later,
he stepped in the very same bubble gum,
stuck to his living room carpet.
Whoever was at that crime scene,
had also been inside Fred's house.
The evidence was clear.
And worse yet, a suspect had emerged.
His own father!
Fred had solved the Professor Huh case.
But unable to face the truth of his own discovery,
he chose to put the proof back.
But not me,
I went down to the police station
to report Fred's father,
I was willing to do what Fred wasn't.
I believe, ever since, they've been working together
to seek revenge by planning the most inexplicable crime
of all time.
Fred, that's not true, is it?
You can discuss that later.
You're all coming with us!
(GASPING)
Oh, no, you don't!
(EXCLAIMING)
Run!
(YELLING)
This isn't over, Fred Jones!
PUPPET: Seven.
Fred, what're we doing? We're innocent.
Four and a half. Four.
Gang, trust me.
(WHIMPERING)
PUPPET: Three. Two.
One.
PROFESSOR HUH: Blast off!
(PUPPET LAUGHING)