Nice shot.
Hey, little muffin.
How about you and me go for a moonlight ride?
No, thank you.
I'm allergic to the stink of desperation.
Then you don't know what you're missing.
- Step away. - Huh?
From the lady.
What do we have here?
Seriously, what do we have here?
We are the Wild Brood, human.
And this is our most terrifying leader, Odnarb the Powerful.
He demands that you vacate the premises immediately.
You want us to leave our own place?
In a word...
Yes.
This roadhouse is spanker territory.
So unless you want a mouth full of spanker—
Cool it, daddy.
We tried taking the high road.
Didn't we, Gabtraf?
Yes, we did indeed.
Uhh!
Aah!
Here.
Ahh!
All right, boys, let's go spank somewhere else.
Now that was some roarin' good fun.
A round of cappuccinos for my orcs
and make them extra frothy.
Sure thing, buddy.
So, you fellas gonna be sticking around here for long?
We're headed down the coast to Crystal Cove
for a little rest and relaxation.
Crystal Cove. Heh. Even the name sounds breakable.
The local Clydes won't soon forget the Wild Brood.
Right, brothers?
Wild Brood! Wild Brood! Wild Brood! Wild Brood!
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Scooby Dooby Doo!
Oh, ahh, delish.
I got to hand it to you, Mayor.
Your decision to rebuild the Tiki Tub
after it was destroyed by those humungonauts
shows true civic leadership.
Thank you, sheriff.
The resides of Crystal Cove were crying out
for kitschy Polynesian-based culture,
and as their Mayor, I am happy to answer their call.
Besides, my son needs all the help he can get.
Oh, Freddy, this is such a romantic setting
for our second date.
If you say so.
All I know is since my dad owns the place,
we get free refills.
Meandering moleskin.
It'll be a miracle if I ever see any grandkids.
Well, regardless, it's nice that we can
spend some time together all alone.
Isn't it?
Heh. Yeah, it is.
But where's the waiter? I'm starving.
Yeah, me, too.
Sit down, you two.
Daphne and Fred deserve a little privacy.
Then why did Fred drag us along on this date
if he wasn't gonna feed us?
Shaggy, they can hear you.
You invited them along?
Yeah, we're all friends, right?
And friends hang together, right?
Oh, Freddy.
This was supposed to be our evening.
Daphne, I didn't mean—
Oh, look at that. I need a refill.
Zoinks. Hee hee. Like, awkward.
Not at all like how the three of us get along, huh,
best buddies of mine?
That's right.
As a former boyfriend,
you have officially lost arms around the shoulders privileges.
Got it?
- Huh? - What?
Sheriff!
Don't worry, Mayor.
Sheriff Bronson Stone has got this covered.
Hold it right there, leathering-wearing creepy.
Per section 741.B of the Crystal Cover bylaws,
there are no monsters or monster-like creatures
allowed in public areas.
Unless tickets are being sold.
Right you are, Mayor.
So why don't you and your friends
go back to your caves, dungeons, or other dark places
where your kind lurks.
Monsters?
Is that what you squares think we are?
Yes.
Typical humans.
Hold up a mirror, Mr. and Mrs. Average Citizen,
and you'll see a reflection of your own dark souls.
Wow. He's different.
The Wild Brood rejects your labels
and puts all of Crystal Clydes—
That's Crystal Cove.
On notice.
The real monsters here are living inside of you.
Inside us?
Zoinks!
Where?
Goodness. That was very... poetical.
Why, thank you, miss.
Nice to know that someone around here gets me.
Daphne, are you ok?
Get lost, you big creep.
Fred Jones, you apologize.
We're cutting out of here, anyway.
Good.
The only question left is,
would you like to come with us?
Well, I...
You know what, yes. Yes, I would.
What?
Velma, care to join me?
Delighted.
What?
Daphne, you can't just go with them.
Thanks for the refill.
Aah!
♪ Yes, listen, dear children ♪
♪ and don't run away ♪
♪ this monster's a-beggin', please hear what I say ♪
♪ there's love in my heart even though I've got flaws ♪
♪ yes, listen, dear children, don't run from my claws ♪
Mmm. That was so beautiful.
Thanks.
You can have a firewall and all the anti-malware software ever made,
and if Shaggy— I mean, if some idiot—
clicks on the wrong banner ad, boom,
your desktop is Botnet Central.
Ain't that the truth.
- Dangit. - What's wrong?
This stupid bike won't start.
Hmm. If you got a torque wrench?
Hmm. Mm-mmm.
Try it now.
Ooh!
Yep, the timing was off just enough
to make the whole engine misfire. Ooh!
Velma, do you believe in love at first sight?
In your case? No.
Hold it right there.
Uhh!
Uh, good morning.
That's enough of that sassy smart talk, young lady.
I got answers, and I want some questions.
Wait, flip that.
Questions about what?
Daphne, stop fighting us.
We're here to help you.
I'm not fighting you.
What has that monster done?
I don't even know her.
Will someone tell me what's going on?
There was a break in at the armory last night,
and a very dangerous weapon was stolen.
We happen to know it was one of your monster biker friends who did it.
That's impossible.
Velma and I were with them at their campsite on the beach
the whole time.
That's what I've been trying to tell them.
All of the Wild Brood stayed there the whole night.
You went camping with monsters?
I... Ga...
Man down.
Fine. But I'll be watching you and your tusked terrors
from this point on,
ready to pounce like a panther.
Grr!
I'm in a closet!
Like, you went camping with monsters, too?
Sure. They even gave me this.
Like, oh, boy.
Wow. There are a lot of shoes in here.
Man down again.
Well, looks like we've got ourselves another mystery to solve.
Wh... What?
The Wild Brood are obviously being framed.
But the sheriff has evidence.
Which is why we have to see if that evidence is real or fake.
It's up to us to prove Odnarb innocent.
Or guilty.
I am seriously lost in here.
Like, maybe the guy that did that really hates using doors.
Here's the sheriff's evidence.
Whoever did this deactivated the building's security cameras.
Luckily, the gas station across the street
had a camera running.
There's our man.
Or should I say orc?
And that jaunty cap he's wearing looks mighty familiar.
No, it can't be.
Odnarb would never do anything like this. Right?
Right.
The time on the tape matches when were on the beach.
These footprints were made by the same kind of heavy boots
that the Wild Brood wear.
Hello. What's this?
A clue?
It sure is.
It's a napkin from Chen's Internet Cafe and Tea House
in Chinatown.
Crystal Cove has a Chinatown?
Chen, you are a grind master.
This crazy double shot espresso kills, brother.
Oh, please.
You are making me blush.
Now finish your drinks and get out.
You are scaring my customers away.
Did you break into the armory and steal a rocket launcher?
No.
See? I told you. Let's go.
Wait. What?
He just says no, and you believe him?
Yes. His heart is true and pure.
My gratitude is yours, fair Daph.
Fair Daph?
Listen here, Tusky. Only I get to call her Daph,
and I never say fair.
Hello, Mystery, incorporated.
Mr. E?
Looks like you could use a clue.
What in the world is that?
It's some kind of dancing bug, I think.
Ooh! Ooh! That's it!
Dancing bugs are behind all this!
Like, even I can tell it's a fish, Fred.
You're right! It does look like a fish.
A swordfish.
Hmm. There's an IP address on this napkin we found.
Perhaps the fish is trying to send us signals
with its dance.
Like a code.
Indeed.
That doesn't make any sense.
Oh, and dancing bugs do?
If I can hack into the central mainframe...
I'm in.
Velma?
Huh?
Well, that little dude's got a pointy nose, like a sword.
So maybe the clue is sword nose!
That's it!
Velma, the clue is sword nose!
Velma?
Scooby?
They're gone!
- Clever... - Oh!
Figuring out that swordfish clue.
Little too clever, for my taste.
What do you want with us, shovel lips?
Do not mock me. I have Eldritch blood.
And sometimes, I have a chick mustache.
Is there a point to this?
Since you're so gifted with computers,
you're going to help me reroute a train through Crystal Cove.
And if I don't?
I drop the dog.
Ok!
Yikes!
Got it. No more demonstration needed.
Huh?
I can't hack the national train database,
but from what I saw in the coffee shop, you can.
Wow. Kind of ironic.
Yeah, ironic.
What does ironic mean?
It means here's the chance I've been waiting for
to get Shaggy back.
All I have to do is refuse to help.
But there's no way I'm going to take it,
even though you stole my boyfriend,
I'd never let anyone hurt you, Scooby-Doo.
Never a doubt, Velma.
You lost your boyfriend to a dog?
Just give me the laptop, toad skin.
All done.
Now let us go.
Of course.
See ya.
Aah!
Oh. Can we go home now?
- Velma! - Scooby-Doo!
Where were you guys?
Interesting story.
What are they doing in there?
Conspicuous consumption of euro-style coffee drinks.
We thought they'd kidnapped you.
It's the best I could come up with.
It wasn't them. It was another monster biker.
Oh, come on! Another one?
Listen up, cats and chicks,
for it appears we have an impostor.
And he made me route a train through Crystal Cove.
- Why? - I don't know.
But it has something to do with Mr. E's clue.
Like, you an, sword nose?
No, Swordfish.
- Ohh. - Yeah.
That totally makes sense.
What is it, Odnarb?
Swordfish is a super-secret new video game platform.
It's being shipped on a guarded train for a big unveiling ceremony.
How do you know that?
Because we're the video game programmers who designed it.
Oh, they're— they're so—so geeky.
I don't understand. Why dress up like monsters?
Eh. We do it to blow off steam.
Our job can be very stressful.
So we tend to bury ourselves in alternate personas.
We also like the way crushed velvet
and cured animal hide feels against our skin.
Sometimes, when you're a geek,
and it's all people see...
Better to wear a mask.
Phew. Thank you.
Wait. So you're not really noble monsters?
You're just ordinary video game nerds?
Awesome!
Hmmph!
I mean, um, hey, gang, we've got a train to catch!
There it is!
Crazy driving there, Fredrick.
Thanks. And it's Fred, unless we're dating. Then it's Freddy.
Look! There he is!
Let's get him.
Hey! I was going to say that.
The Swordfish gaming console.
Shiny!
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Those are brain-melting bunker busters.
Good tip.
Where's the engineer?
Over here!
He's not going to be much help. Look!
Sorry, Odnarb. I got this one.
The brake! Foog, pull that lever!
Oops.
That was close.
Ok. Let's see who was trying to give the Wild Brood a bad name.
Another geek?
Maxwell?
Like, who's Maxwell?
He works in the copy room at our gaming company.
Maxwell, why?
Why? I'll tell you why.
You all thought you were so cool.
You never let me join in the beta testing
of any of your new video games.
No, I was just the lowly copy boy.
So I sought my revenge.
I made a Wild Brood costume of my own.
From that point on, all I had to do was steal a rocket launcher,
grab someone to hack the computer to divert the train,
reroute said train,
board the train from a moving motorcycle,
defeat the train's security system,
blow up the bridge the train was on,
which would cause the Swordfish console to be destroyed
in a massive train wreck, ruining your careers
and hopefully giving rise to my own in the process.
Simple!
Dude. Seriously?
Overkill, huh?
Well, it might have worked, if it wasn't for you...
Meddling kids. Am I right?
Uh, no.
- Don't think so. - No, not really.
And keep that mask on.
You geeks freak me out without them.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
You tried to do a very brave thing.
No, Odnarb was the brave one. He saved us all.
Go ahead. Hang with him, Daph.
We've got to get back to our render farm.
But I was thinking...
Maybe one last ride?
I'll let you hold onto my jacket.
It's genuine elf thigh.
Oh. No thanks, Od.
You're awesome with all your deep thoughts
and poetical nobility and stuff.
But my heart has always been with Freddy.
Mwah.
Yes! In your face, Odnarb,
or whoever you are.
She digs me.
She... Digs... Me!
She digs me!
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