-Not again! -It was your fault.
How do you figure?
Just help me clean it up, before the Warden gets back.
(GRUNTS)
Seriously?
Someday we'll just have to escape this joint,
like Stealin' Stan.
Aah! But Stealin' Stan didn't escape.
Nobody's that strong a swimmer.
-I heard he did make it out. -I hear he didn't!
-Did! -Didn't!
-Hey! Quit it. Cut it out. -You want some?
-Stop hitting yourself. -Stop it! Cut it out!
-Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. -Leave me alone!
-Stop, Stop! Stop! -(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
See, I told you he didn't make it.
BOTH: Argh! The ghost of Stealin' Stan!
(ROARS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROARING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
I can't believe they really wanna tear down The Vault!
It's the greatest prison ever built!
It's nice of Warden Bowman
to allow you to tour the place before it closes.
Yes, well, Warden Bowman,
Wayne, and I go back quite a while.
We've been exchanging letters for years.
No one understands how the criminal mind works
better than Wayne.
He used to say... Whoa! Nobody move!
My tuna fish sandwich is missing!
Well, that's a weird thing to say.
No! My tuna fish sandwich!
The one I packed. Is missing!
(ALL GASPING)
-Poor Fred. -Maybe you just forgot to pack it.
Right, of course you didn't!
That means someone on this very boat has taken,
perhaps even eaten, that tuna fish sandwich.
(GASPING)
Who would commit such a heinous act?
It's a sandwich.
Warden Bowman taught me a lot about the criminal mind.
First, motive. Hunger!
What better motive is there to eat a tuna fish sandwich?
Shaggy?
Like, I didn't take your tuna fish sandwich!
I didn't even know it was in there.
-Otherwise he would have. -Yeah.
Looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way.
(SCREAMS)
Ah-ha! Hmm.
Like, this feels wrong!
Aha! Clearly you've eaten something
in the last twenty-four hours.
Uh, Shaggy eats every four to 10 minutes, Fred.
Shh, I hear the sound of fish being digested.
The very distinctive gurgle of saltwater fin fish.
How can you tell?
Partially digested freshwater fish,
say your common trout or salmon,
makes a (VOCALIZES) sound.
Whereas tuna makes a more definitive...
-(VOCALIZES) Sound. -(STOMACH GRUMBLES)
-See? -But, I didn't take your tuna fish sandwich!
-Honestly! -I'm sorry, Shaggy.
But if there's one thing Wayne Bowman taught me,
it was this...
"Evidence doesn't lie."
Boy, this visit to The Vault really has Fred all
truth-y and justice-y.
Of course!
The Vault is the ultimate symbol of criminal justice!
Said to be inescapable,
The Vault was constructed of...
Actually, Velma, I got this one.
The Vault is built on a remote island
of jagged volcanic rock,
surrounded by miles of freezing water,
where it's protected by eight stone barbed-wire watchtowers,
and sealed tight with double-gated, barbed-wire entrance.
Inside, the low lighting and narrow offset cell blocks
turn The Vault into a labyrinth of corners,
designed to confuse and disorient
even the most devious of criminal minds.
Most infamous and cunning among them, Stealin' Stan!
It's also surrounded by solid stone walls, wrapped in barbed-wire,
miles of electrical fences also wrapped in barbed-wire,
six additional watchtowers, naturally, wrapped in barbed-wire,
bottomless pools of quick sand,
slow sand, barbed-wire sand,
laser cannons, great white sharks,
great white sharks wearing laser cannons.
A creepy owl clock!
An army of sentient robot drones.
Post-apocalyptic, atomically mutated security guards
all wrapped in barbed-wire!
-(WHIMPERING) -(PANTING)
Give or take, I may have embellished towards the end.
So, not quite as impressive as you described it.
(SQUAWKING)
Land mines still work. And the laser canons.
And the sharks wearing laser canons.
Come on, let's go!
(GULPS)
(GRUNTS)
-What? -Uh, Ravi?
-Yes. -We have an appointment to meet Warden Bowman.
-Who's "we"? -Oh!
-Hi! -(GULPS)
Oh!
(SHAGGY WHIMPERS)
(ALL GASPING)
Security check!
Sure. Should we empty our pockets or?
-Arms out! -ALL: Hey.
-No talking! -(SCANNER BUZZING)
Uh, you know The Vault is closed
and we're not actually prisoners, right?
Protocol, arms down.
(WHEELS CREAKING)
(ALL GASPING)
Is that another set of keys?
Why, the first set was so delicious!
RAVI: Stop moving.
Stand straight!
I'm starting to agree with Velma.
Is all this really necessary?
Shh, you'll get us in trouble.
Listen to the dog.
Can't be too careful around these parts,
wouldn't want anybody to escape.
(ALL GASPING)
BOWMAN: The problem isn't getting people into The Vault, Ravi.
It's when they get out.
-Warden Bowman! -Mr. Jones.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Forgive our security guard.
He's a bit overzealous after his last breach.
Follow me, won't you? Welcome to The Vault!
-Are you coming? -BOTH: No!
(WHISTLES)
BOTH: Yes.
(GROANS) Look at this, it's a travesty really.
For almost a century,
The Vault was the symbol of security and justice.
I don't know what good a haunted island prison
is gonna be to anybody.
Haunted?
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
Apparently so, by the ghost of Stealin' Stan,
the notorious master thief.
Stealin' Stan? I heard he escaped from The Vault.
Nobody escapes from The Vault.
The fact that his ghost is now wandering around
is clear evidence of that.
And evidence never lies.
Yeah, evidence always shows you
when something smells fishy.
-But I didn't! -Yes, you did!
What's fishy is why a ghost would stay inside a prison.
He can walk through walls.
-Whoo, freedom! -Guilt.
He knows this is where he belongs.
Well, Warden Bowman, I mean Wayne.
Warden Bowman.
Well, Warden Bowman,
the gang and I have some experience with this kinda thing.
Maybe we should take a look around.
Sure, just be careful.
The Vault can be a very dangerous place.
(SQUAWKING)
BOTH: Yikes!
I guess this is where they kept the felony litterbugs.
(SNIFFING)
What's up Scoob? Are you sniffing out a clue?
Is food a clue?
Food! Where?
Something tells me it's that way.
The mess hall!
I'm surprised you're still hungry
after eating my tuna fish sandwich.
All right, first of all, I didn't eat your sandwich.
Second of all, if I did eat it,
one measly sandwich would hardly be enough
to satisfy me!
Ah-ha! If you didn't take the sandwich,
then how did you know it was measly? Evidence!
I don't know, guys,
it doesn't look like you're gonna find much to eat here.
Leave it to the pros!
(INHALING DEEPLY)
I don't even know how they can smell food in here.
All I smell is seawater.
Seawater and wet garbage!
Wet garbage floating in seawater!
-Yeah, and like expired yogurt. -Huh?
-(BOTH GASPING) -And moldy carpet!
You know what I think it is? I think it is...
BOTH: Stealin' Stan!
-(BOTH SCREAMING) -(ROARING)
-More like the trouble found us! -Yeah.
(ROARING)
-(SHUDDERING) -(ALL SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUMBLES)
(ROARS)
Hmm?
-Like, finally. Lunch time! -What are you serving?
(ROARS)
Grr? We had that last week! Like, what else you got?
Huh?
(ROARS FEEBLY)
Roar? I'll take it.
Does it come with a choice of sides?
If so, I'll have some Grr.
-Grr? -Exactly!
As long as it's not the low-sodium, milk-fat,
-gluten-free Grr menu! -Huh?
Sounds delicious.
-(ROARS) -Hold on!
-You're not gonna make our food like that, are you? -Uh...
When was the last time you washed your hands, huh?
Uh... (MUMBLES)
Just as I thought. Not since you died.
Unclean spirit.
You're gonna need industrial strength soap for those hands.
-To the pantry! -(GROANS)
-And I'd look for a toothbrush in there as well. -Good luck!
Huh?
(GRUMBLES)
(SNARLS)
Like, the Warden is right! This place is haunted!
But it's worse than we thought.
The ghost can't cook!
Yeah. I gotta say,
even for a dead guy, he didn't look so good.
Waterlogged is how he looked.
He may have tried to escape
but obviously old Stan wasn't a very good swimmer.
(ALL GASPING)
What's happening to us?
Ghost shirt!
-Ghost teeth. -Ghost eyes!
-Ghost everything! -Relax guys.
None of us are ghosts. I think I know what this is.
RAVI: Black light.
Visitors often write secret messages to inmates.
This helps detect them. Hold still.
-(GRUNTS) -(WHINES)
Listen, Ravi, are we really the problem here?
Isn't the ghost attacking everyone more of an issue?
There is nothing I can do about the ghost.
I have no authority over the undead.
Open... Stealin' Stan always claimed he was innocent.
Now he haunts the place that wrongfully imprisoned him.
Nonsense, the prisoner escaped on Ravi's watch,
so deep down, he hopes that Stan might've been innocent.
Hmm!
But Stealin' Stan was sent to The Vault on solid evidence,
and as we all know...
Evidence doesn't lie.
(OMINOUS RINGTONE PLAYING)
Ah, brother!
It's the developer who's buying the island.
If you'll excuse me.
Yes, I'll leave when I'm good and ready.
What do I care where you put the petting zoo!
Ravi, do you think Stealin' Stan was innocent?
Nobody at The Vault is innocent.
But, Stan did always claim he had an alibi.
He wrote dozens of letters to the outside trying to corroborate it.
-Letters? -Right! I read all about it!
The notorious thief claimed he went to a water park
by himself the day of the heist.
That's almost less believable than...
"I didn't eat your tuna fish sandwich, Fred."
-Like, I didn't eat your tuna fish sandwich, Fred. -See!
I have no idea what that means.
But if you're really interested in Stealin' Stan's case,
you can find his old cell on D block.
Where we kept the worst, of the worst.
-(THUNDER CRACKLES) -(BOTH SHUDDERING)
(GASPS)
Hmm?
(BOTH SCREAMING)
It doesn't look like we're gonna find much in here.
Keep looking. If Stealin' Stan was trying to prove his innocence,
there might still be clues in here.
Oh, I don't know, Velma.
Criminals always say they're innocent, but in the end,
the evidence always proves them... wrong!
-Like, what are you doing? -Hold still, thief!
-How did you get Ravi's black light? -I stole it.
Now watch as I reveal the tuna fish oil on his shirt.
-(WHINES) -DAPHNE: Wait!
Go back to that wall.
-Wow! -What are those numbers?
Hmm, most of them are crossed off.
Maybe Stan was counting down the days
of his much deserved sentence.
Look, footprints.
Sure, after a long day of painting crazy invisible numbers,
who doesn't wanna stare at a wall for a couple of hours? Whoa!
SHAGGY: I'm okay!
A tunnel! That's how Stealin' Stan escaped his cell.
Looks like it.
This must've taken forever to dig out.
I wonder where it leads.
Well, judging from the condition of Stealin' Stan,
I'm not that interested in finding out.
Don't worry, Shaggy, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Gee thanks, Daph, I hope you're right.
No, seriously, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
What's all this?
-A puddle? -(SNIFFS) A smelly puddle.
I don't know what this light is for,
but it's plugged in from up there.
Then it's climbing time!
(GRUNTS)
Huh?
The Warden's office?
Strange!
This is the last place an escaping prisoner would want to end up.
-Like, someone tell that to him! -(ALL GASPING)
(ROARS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Like, run!
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROARS)
-(SQUAWKING) -(MUSIC STOPS)
(ALL GASPING)
ALL: Whoa!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC ENDS)
ALL: Whoa!
Oops.
Like, we really hit a career rock bottom.
The mailroom of a prison!
On the bright side, we can only move up from here.
-That's strange. -What is it, Velma?
If The Vault is closing,
why is there a box full of undelivered mail here?
Hey, they're all written by Stealin' Stan.
Ravi said that Stan was writing letters
to prove his innocence.
It looks like they never got delivered.
What would be the point in mailing them?
I know what they say, "Blah, blah, blah, waterpark.
"Blah, blah, I'm a liar."
Fred, these letters could be a clue.
A clue to what?
Stealin' Stan is guilty.
I'm talking Shaggy-tuna-fish guilty.
All right, that's it!
I've eaten a lot of food in my time and sure,
some of it wasn't technically "mine".
In fact, most of it wasn't technically "mine".
I've eaten a bunch of Fred's tuna fish sandwiches,
every one of them I could get my hands on.
You're not helping your case.
But I did not eat this particular tuna fish sandwich.
Evidence never lies.
But what? Friends do?
-Uh... -(MUNCHING)
Keep going. Don't mind me.
-Um, Daph... -Uh-huh?
Is that my tuna fish sandwich?
Oh, yeah. You want some?
Ha, I told you!
Boy, it actually does look good.
But this whole time I was accusing Shaggy.
Why didn't you say anything?
What? You were making such a good case.
You even had me convinced Shaggy did it.
But, the evidence lied?
I guess if you don't have all the evidence,
you don't have the whole truth.
Boy, I'm really sorry, Shaggy.
If I was this wrong about you,
I wonder what else I've been wrong about.
Come on, gang. It's plan-having time.
Okay, that's everything.
This place is ready for the move.
-Like, all right. Shh. -(BOTH LAUGHING)
We just have to get this safe out of here
-and then... -(ROARING)
That worked too well.
-Now! -(ROARS)
Huh?
Looks like Stealin' Stan is all locked up.
(GROANS)
-Uh-oh... -You said it.
(ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
-(ALL GASPING) -(GROANS)
(ALL GASPING)
(ALL SIGHING)
What happened to my office?
For starters, we captured the ghost of Stealin' Stan.
And when we pull off his mask, you'll see...
-(GASPS) -That's right.
The ghost of Stealin' Stan
is the real, not-ghost, Stealin' Stan!
So he didn't escape? I didn't mess up after all?
Well, you kinda did.
Stealin' Stan escaped from his cell,
but not from the prison.
He was living in the walls and used his ghost disguise
so anyone who saw him
would think he drowned trying to escape.
He made the suit by filling it up with water which glowed
because of the bio-luminescent algae
that he grew in his wall hideout.
In the smelly puddle.
Stan didn't want to leave the prison
until he cracked the code to the Warden's safe.
That's what the numbers in Stan's cell were,
possible safe combinations.
All right, but why?
It doesn't matter.
The important thing is this thief is going back to prison
where he belongs.
Not so fast, Wayne. I mean, Warden Bowman.
Stan wanted a retrial to prove his innocence.
But you blocked his letters from being mailed. Didn't you?
(ALL GASPING)
So Stan realized he had no choice
but to break into the Warden's safe to get this.
(GASPING)
What is it?
A dated photo of Stealin' Stan at the water park,
at the exact time the alleged heist occurred.
-No! -You didn't want anyone to escape the prison
once they were here. Even if they were innocent.
-So old Stan was innocent? -Innocent? Hah!
Once a thief, always a thief. He belongs behind bars.
No, Warden. That's not how justice works.
The evidence here says
you're the one who belongs in a cell.
-And evidence never lies. -Word!
Warden Bowman, you're gonna have to come with me.
Fine. You got me. But I still win.
Because this means I'll never have to leave this prison.
Never! (LAUGHS)
Gosh, I don't know what to say.
For years I've been trying to prove my innocence.
Convince people that I was wrongly accused.
That I would never steal.
But no one believed in me, until you came along.
-Mmm. -(SNIFFS)
I can finally enjoy my freedom thanks to you meddling kids.
Where did you get that sandwich?
(STUTTERS) This sandwich? I, um, uh...