No more, mom. Come on, come on.
I mean, that is like your third memory card.
Sorry. It's just that I remember my prom.
So much joy, so much passion.
The best night of our lives, remember, dear?
You didn't go with me!
Oh. Right.
Ok, I'm late. Now I gotta go!
Thanks for coming with me, Randy.
Can I make a little confession?
This isn't my first prom.
Well, what do you mean?
Were you held back?
No. At my other schools, I went to prom with other boys.
Look, I just want to party Hardy, get my swerve on, you know.
I just want you to know that I think you're the one.
Are you, Randy?
Are you the one?
What?
Be my boyfriend, Randy.
Forever and ever and ever!
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Scooby Dooby Doo!
Suck on that, suckers.
But don't forget that this weekend is our annual Van-Ghoulathon.
405 Vincent Van Gogh classics without commercials.
Oh, boy, oh, boy, Scoob!
Like, this year's Van-Ghoulathon sounds great!
Yeah!
Just eating and Van Gogh, eating and Van Gogh!
For a whole week, yippee!
Yeah, yippee.
Ah, like, hey, Scoob.
All this marathon talk is getting me kinda hungry.
Mmm, I'm on it.
Scooby Dooby Doo!
Like, what gives, Velm? You love the marathon.
That was last year.
This year, the marathon falls on our one month anniversary,
and the prom.
Fortunately, I think I have the perfect solution.
Gulp! Like, am I going to like it?
We'll have our official coming out as a couple at the prom.
Then celebrate by watching the marathon... alone. Just us.
Oh, boy.
Gee, look at that.
I guess prom is coming up. Any plans?
I'll probably do the same thing I do every year...
monitor my police scanner and patrol the sewers.
You gonna go?
I don't know. I guess if someone asks me.
Gotcha. Well, good luck with that!
Huh?
Oh, buttercups.
Come on, open.
Let me try. These are series s geyser tumblers.
Sometimes they stick.
Wow! That's amazing.
Thank you so much.
My name's Alice.
Alice May. I'm new.
Fred Jones. And this is, uh...
New, huh? Well, good luck. Come on, Fred, let's go.
You know, this school can be like a maze.
I've actually made several models of it in my spare time
to chart my class route.
Oh, how sweet!
Thanks, Fred.
Well, I think I'm going to like it here.
Just a few nights away.
Don't forget to call the limo guy.
Yeah! You got it, Velm.
Like, help.
Where's Fred? He said he would be here.
Oh, no, he didn't!
Hey, gang. This is Alice.
She's new. I've been kind of showing her around.
Fred's like my white knight.
- What a sweetie. - And now, if you could all quiet down,
sheriff Stone has a few words.
Sheriff? Thank you, Mayor.
Thank you, thank you. Prom!
Yes.
Obviously, we want a safe, enjoyable evening.
As some of you might be aware,
there have been several recent reports
of a phantom limousine with a ghost girl inside,
stealing young men away into the night.
It probably is part of some arcane ritual.
Because of this, we are advising all students
not to get into phantom limousines on prom night if at all possible.
That's all I've got.
Jinkies. Talk about a bad date.
I'll say. Gang, I think we've got a new mystery
on our hands.
Well, I'd better get going.
Still a lot of unpacking to do at my house.
- Need a lift? - That's ok.
I like walking.
It was nice meeting all of you.
- Bye. - Bye, see you.
Hey, Daph, are you coming?
I'm going to walk, too.
Besides, I want to do some more research on those kids
who disappeared in the Crystal Cove caves.
The ones Mr. E warned us about.
I hate going home... Clueless!
Hmmph!
Hmm.
Hmm?
Weird.
It's like someone has erased everything about the missing kids.
Who doesn't want you found?
Huh?
Hello?
Someone there?
I'm still working.
Oh! Who's there?
Velma? Fred?
Huh?
Hello?
Maybe it's just my imagination.
Daphne, it's just me.
I... What are you doing in here?
I was using the showers.
They haven't turned the water on at my house yet.
I didn't think anyone was still at school.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
No, I'm sorry.
I thought I was alone, too.
You must think I'm pretty silly.
What's silly about being scared?
Well, it's getting late. I should be going home.
Coming? No, thanks.
Still got some cleaning up to do.
I'm telling you, she's up to something.
Come on, Daph.
So Alice was using the shower
and hanging out in the school basement late at night.
Haven't we all?
What if Alice is the ghost girl the sheriff mentioned?
You could be in danger, Fred.
Don't you think I'd know if she were a ghost girl?
I'd be willing to bet no.
Yeah, me, too!
Like, what do we really know about Alice?
Besides the fact that she's super nice,
and her hair smells like peaches,
and sometimes I get lost in her eyes, and...
Fred Jones! Do you like this girl?
Wow, look at the time.
You're not wearing a watch, Freddy.
Oh. Well, I better go find one, then.
You guys should take a look at this.
That boy your ghost girl grabbed a couple of towns over?
Baby, he wasn't the first.
These attacks go back to the turn of the century.
Looks like your ghost girl's building herself a man posse.
Zoinks!
Like, what if Fred's her latest possum?
Not on my watch.
Exactly how did you get Alice May's address again?
I found it in her locker. I noticed the combination
while Fred was helping her. Lucky, huh?
Like, tell me she moved.
Well, what about Freddy?
I left him a message.
Every minute we wait, he could be in danger.
We should split up, cover more ground.
I don't think that's such a...
I'll go with Scooby. Velma, you go with Shaggy.
Sounds good to me.
So how's it going with the prom tickets?
Prom tickets, ha ha.
Like, yeah. Um, I gotta do that.
What about the limo? And my corsage.
Your tux?
Do you not want to go to the prom with me?
If you don't want to go, just tell me.
I'll understand.
Oh, ha ha.
What a relief!
Because I don't... What? Why?
I don't believe this!
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!
Velma, stop breaking the cemetery!
I was just kidding!
Of course I want to go.
You do?
- Oh! - Shaggy!
We're going to have such a wonderful evening!
Keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious, Scooby.
Ok.
- Did you hear something? - Uh-uh.
That time I heard it. Uh-oh.
That scream sounded like Scooby Doo!
And Daphne! Come on.
Daphne, what... Why did you scream?
That's why!
In there!
Like, if that was Alice May, she needs some serious moisturizer!
Where are we?
"Carlswell."
Carlswell?
That's the creeper! The creeper?
Deacon Carlswell, alias "the creeper."
I remember him.
He was robbing banks disguised as a phantom.
But in reality, he was actually the bank manager.
Hold on. Isn't Carlswell still in jail... Alive?
Hmm?
This is part of the creeper's old costume.
And look at this... a transfer slip from Crystal Cove High.
Ah, zoinks!
Oh! She's back!
We are doomed!
Hey, gang. What are you doing in here?
Fred!
Wow. This is a neat mausoleum.
Fred! You're safe!
I'm not sure how to say this, but Alice May is a ghost.
She wants to put you in her... Man posse!
What are you talking about?
Gang, tell him!
Why aren't you saying anything?
Um, like, it's hard to say who attacked us.
It could have been Alice May's
really sundried great grandmother.
Velma, Scooby?
I'm sorry, Daph, I'm just not sure.
Me, neither!
I think I know what this is about.
You do?
You found out Alice has asked me to the prom,
and you think it's going to affect our friendship.
You... You're going to the prom... With Alice?
This was supposed to be the greatest night of our lives.
Hey, baby sis.
Something got you down?
Hey, Delilah. It's ok, I'm fine.
No. Now, I can tell.
The same way I can tell when I look into the eyes
of the enemy and see their cold, gray heart.
No, it's either me or them.
Uh, ok.
Ah, boy trouble.
I've been fear's bunkmate before.
Let me tell you a story.
There was a beach. Enemy dug in along the shore.
They picked us up one by one,
but I knew I had to get my men through.
Understand? No.
All right, here's another story... delilah, really, don't worry.
I'm gonna figure this out.
I hear ya.
Call if you need me.
Hooyah!
Wait a second.
Was she trying to tell me that Alice May is the enemy,
and that Fred is pinned down on the beach,
and that I can't get up until he's safe?
Or is Fred the beach, and I'm the one pinned down?
Or are we both the beach?
It doesn't matter.
Because I understand!
I think.
Hmm.
Fred, Fred!
Daphne! What are you... you can't go to the prom with Alice May.
It's too late. I've already plotted our route.
Listen to me. I've dreamt of this night my whole life.
And every time I've had that dream, you're in it.
Fred!
All set? Um... Please, Fred, this is your last chance.
Ah, what the heck.
Going to the prom with a friend
will be more fun than a date anyway, right?
Ah, I'll take what I can get.
Hmm! Hmm.
Hey, Alice. I hope you don't mind,
but I can't go to the prom with you.
It's nothing personal, but Daphne and I...
Ok, then.
Thanks for understanding.
Oh, I understand.
And you will, too.
Soon enough.
Time to slice up some fresh bacon.
This is great!
Hey, what's wrong? Not hungry?
Gee, not right now, Scoob. Ahh!
What am I saying? I'm starved. Oh, look, we're out of sardines.
I'll just run to the store and get some!
Huh?
Huh.
Huh!
Raggy, wait!
Shaggy, is that you?
Yep! Let's go! I'm in my pants.
Whoa!
Huh?
Oh, no, there's the ghost girl!
She's got Raggy!
Raggy!
Jinkies. There's no parking.
Driver, try around back.
Raggy!
Hey, Daph, what's with your face?
You ok? You look like you're gonna hork.
This is exactly like my dream.
Us, dancing.
Then after, we take a walk in the moonlight,
and you whisper in my ear.
- Scooby! - Yeah. What?
No! Danger!
- Ghost girl! - Ghost girl?
I hope you saved a dance for me, Fred!
Let's get out of here!
Like, wow. Ha!
I didn't know this year's prom theme was terror and pandemonium.
What's going on?
Somebody's mom is trying to kill Fred.
Yeah, thanks, mystery geeks, for wrecking our prom!
Shaggy, you're all right!
What are you wearing?
Like, um...
Explain later! Run!
Like, they're all locked!
Hold on. I got an idea.
Hey, isn't that Alice's locker?
Yep. And this is the key to the basement.
Whew, she's gone.
Hey, you guys, look at this.
That's the same backpack from the Carlswell crypt.
Those are Alice's clothes.
Along with Carlswell's creeper costume.
Like, man, I don't get it.
Why would a ghost girl need to change clothes?
She wouldn't. Unless she's not a real ghost.
Gang, I think we're getting close to solving this mystery.
Only one thing left to do.
What is this?
What you wanted... Come, one last dance.
I'll destroy you all!
Ahhh! Now!
Let me go!
Hazy fantasie, Fred.
Didn't you hear me when I said, "if you see a ghost girl,
do not go to the prom with her."
Don't worry, dad. She may look like a ghost girl,
but in reality she's... Alice May. Or she's also known as...
Alice Carlswell.
Carlswell? As in Deacon Carlswell?
The creeper?
That's right. He was my father.
When daddy was imprisoned, I vowed revenge
on those who put him there.
I used his old costume to construct my own.
When I found the legend of the ghost girl online,
I was ready to spring my trap.
I grabbed that fool Randy to throw you all off the track.
And I kept him hidden and fed in my father's crypt
until I could let him go. After that,
it was just a matter of getting rid of
your precious leader, Fred.
I wanted to destroy your gang the way you destroyed my father.
And I would have succeeded, too,
if it weren't for you meddling... Schoolmates... Of mine.
Ah, Scooby Doo, you gotta believe me.
I wanted to watch the marathon with you, but, like...
- Uh-uh. Don't touch me.
Remind me again why anyone would want to go to the prom.
Gee, I don't know.
It wasn't all bad. Right, Fred?
Are you kidding? It was awesome!
- Really? - Yeah!
I mean, I came up with that trap on the fly.
Did you see how well it worked?
Oh, no.
The sheriff forgot to take Alice's backpack for evidence.
Sheriff!
This is one of the old Crystal Cove yearbooks.
Hey, look.
There's a page marked.
It's them, the kids who disappeared.
Check out the caption...
Brad chiles, Ricky Owens, Cassidy Williams,
Judy Reeves, and mascot Professor Pericles,
Crystal Cove High's mystery solvers club.
Mystery Incorporated.
Wow. I like that name.
Like, these kids were just like us.
Question is, why did they disappear?
Took you long enough.
Is it taken care of?
They bought the story.
It'll be a couple of days before they realize
Deacon Carlswell never had a daughter.
By then, you'll be long gone.
And the yearbook?
In the backpack, just like you said.
Someone went to a lot of trouble
to hide that yearbook before I found it in the basement.
You ever going to tell me why you cooked up
this whole Alice May scheme,
just so I could then hand it over to a bunch of kids and their dog?
You were paid for a job by my employer Mr. E.
And that job is over.
You don't need to know his motives.
Let's just say he needed them to start looking into
the real mystery hiding beneath Crystal Cove;
a mystery that led to the disappearance of 4 youths.
A mystery whose time has come to be solved.