Fred missed another match.
What'd he get, trapped?
Whatevs.
This time he missed a game we're gonna win.
Unh!
Hey, he can't do that. Red card!
No way! That was a clean steal.
This is bogus.
Oh, you are done, as in cooked.
Yeah, I get it. Well, what if I just...
Mmm. Told you I loved you so much.
Ok, so maybe what I'm saying is...
Huh?
Who cares? It's just a game.
You are so amazing.
I love everything!
Are tears of joy inappropriate?
Not at all.
Tears are just the beginning.
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Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
So, did anyone hear about the weird love fest
at the game last night?
Huh?
You OK, Shaggy?
Like, no. I was so worried about the test today
that I forgot to eat breakfast.
Dude, you wouldn't perchance have some Scooby snacks, would you?
Uh... Sure.
Ahh!
Oh, boy.
Hey, gang, look at this.
Ok, weird.
The dorky head of the chess club
is holding hands with a cheerleader.
And the class president
is dancing with that smelly girl—
Hot dog water.
Hot dogs? L-l-let me see!
Easy, Shaggy.
I don't think hot dog water actually has hot dogs.
She just smells like hot dog water
because when someone doesn't wash after gym,
and they wear gingham or wool like hot dog water does,
there's a chemical reaction from the bacteria that can smell like...
Well, like hot dogs.
I'm not whoo-hooing because of hot dog water.
I'm whoo-hooing because there's a substitute teacher,
which means...
- No test for Shaggy! - No test for Shaggy!
Like, hey there, substi-teach.
Sorry, I'm late, but—yeow!
Shaggy, what's wrong with you?
Class has started.
Go. Vamoose!
Are we having a low-blood-sugar moment?
Like, who needs blood sugar
when I've got you?
Huh?
That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard.
- Huh? - Huh?
Take a look, Daph.
I'm working on this one right now.
It's a net drop with a cinch-action hem.
- Oof! - Oof!
- Ohh. - Unh.
Huh?
Yike!
Sh-Sh-Sh-Shaggy!
Quiet now, sweet pup.
All you need is the love.
Sorry, ugly lady.
Not feeling it.
It's not working!
- Get him! - Huh?
Pretty bad. Aah!
Shaggy, help!
Huh?
Bring him to the love, my puppets.
Aah!
Huh?
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's the most mystifying, spookilating thing
ever to happen to Crystal Cove.
And look, it's everywhere!
The love! Ha ha!
Ah. Aah!
Run down that mangy mongrel.
Run him down with the love, now!
- Yes, miss Aphrodite. - Yes, miss Aphrodite.
Yikes!
You must be...
Scooby Doo.
Professor Pericles?
A pleasure to meet you, my clover-toed comrade.
Sorry it had to be under such dire circumstances.
Fortunately for Crystal Cove,
I'm here to help.
You are?
Oh, I know what you are thinking.
Why would I ever deign to help those
who locked me up like a common beast
despite the power of my diabolical mind?
Uh, not exactly what I was thinking, but—
As much as I enjoy seeing my captors tormented,
I will not let my home be destroyed
by some tarted-up hippie.
That only question that remains is,
will you help me?
Hmm.
Decimal point here, remainder there.
A thing of beauty.
Like, I don't know what that means,
but I love it when you say it.
What is this?
Like, it's a Clamonte Cristo—
deep fried clams and cheese French toast
coated with powdered sugar
and just a little bit of bacon grease.
Jinkies!
I think I just felt an artery harden.
That's OK, you have more.
- Ooh. - Ahh.
- Aah! Oof! - Aah! Oof!
I gotta work on that trap.
Later.
Oh, Freddie, you chose me over a trap.
I'm going to cry.
Are you ready, innocent canine comrade?
Mm-hmm.
Then let's save ourselves a town.
The antidote to stop Aphrodite
has several distinct components.
Pewter...
Found in grout used only in stained glass windows
of the eighteenth century.
Ectoplasm...
Or as it's more commonly known,
ghost mucus.
And finally, rose quartz...
Mined in the caves beneath Crystal Cove.
The antidote is complete.
Now load the final cylinder.
We don't have much time.
Let's pack these up quickly.
Aah!
Fools! You think you can stop me?
I will have my crown.
Crown?
Get them. Seize the antidote.
Unh! Aah!
Aah!
Quick, my furry friend.
Save the last one.
Aah!
Now, Scooby Doo. Run!
You're already too late.
Dad! Isn't it wonderful?
Oh, it is, Fred.
And I want you to know that I love it
when you build those ridiculous traps.
Ha ha!
- Huh? - Hmm?
Awkward.
Hoo hoo! Uh, yeah, right.
Uh, gonna probably need that hand.
- Professor Pericles? - Professor Pericles?
Hello, children.
Silver plated seesaws, Fred!
You're not in the love anymore?
Hmph. Now I'm going to have to let out an unearthly yowl
and destroy you.
Yikes! No more antidote!
- Not in the love. - Not in the love.
Not in the love.
They shall be offered up as a sacrifice to the goddess of love,
which is to say... me!
- Not in the love. - Not in the love.
What y'all waiting for, an e-vite?
Move it or lose it, peeps.
- Not in the love. - Not in the love.
No. No!
Get them, you fools!
Angel, you're not infected?
That's right, baby.
I was born with no sense of smell.
Have we been introduced?
Professor Pericles?
So nice to meet you, Angel.
We gotta find out who she is and what she wants.
Like, maybe she's a gorgon who rose from the dead,
and she's gonna turn us all into an army of vampire robots!
Wait a sec, that's the plot from Vincent van Ghoul's "Gorgon Parade."
And it was based on a true story.
Far be it from me, a tiny thumbless avian,
to hazard a guess,
but did anyone else notice her choice of clothing,
specifically the style?
Wait a sec.
She was wearing a prom dress.
Then that's where we'll start.
Spread out, gang. We're looking for any information
on the kind of prom dress Aphrodite was wearing.
We find the dress, maybe we can track it back to her.
Nothing.
Like, nothing here, either.
Hey, gang! I got something!
This girl went to school here,
and she's wearing the same dress.
Her name was Amanda Smythe,
and she was some sort of chemistry wiz.
It also says she was named prom queen.
- The crown. - The crown.
Like, what crown?
Miss Repugnant Bohemian said something about having her crown.
It says here the night she came to be crowned
turned out to be a trick by some of her classmates.
She was laughed out of the school and never seen again.
All right, I think we all know what time it is.
Time to set a trap? Trap time?
Boy, you guys. You think you'd know by now.
Look, about what happened...
Yeah, uh, about that...
We don't have to—
No. No way.
In fact, I'd prefer—
Absolutely. My thoughts exactly.
So, Fred, we haven't had a chance
to talk about what happened between us.
How much do you remember?
What do you mean? All of it.
Really? And how does that make you feel?
No different.
Huh?
I don't need Aphrodite's spell to care about you.
Oh, Freddie!
There's enough antidote for the whole town.
We've got a great look for everyone.
Does mine involve wearing a skirt and lipstick?
No.
Awesome.
But Scooby's does.
Not fair.
Looking great, gals.
In a moment I will signal you, and you will place this crown
on our new queen of Crystal Cove.
Ok, let's see.
Choice bridge clamp—check.
Articulating gibble arm—check.
All this for me?
You shouldn't have.
Before we begin the official ceremonies,
I wanted to remind everyone that you'll find one-of-a-kind
"stay in the love" t-shirts, pins, and caps
for sale in the lobby.
Enough! My crown.
After long last, I will have what I deserve.
Now!
- Huh? - Huh?
- Hmph. - Hmph.
- Huh? - Huh?
- Hmph. - Hmph.
You idiots! Stop them!
My crown! No!
Aah!
Unh!
I am the goddess of love!
Bow at the feet of Aphrodite!
I think you mean Amanda.
Amanda Smythe?
Oh, you think you're so smart.
Do you know how it feels to be humiliated?
Me, the smartest and most gifted student
in the history of Crystal Cove,
laughed at by everyone in this school.
Well, actually...
You know nothing!
They had promised me I would be prom queen,
but instead they pulled a hideous mask over my face.
The face of a monster.
They ridiculed me.
I left Crystal Cove that night,
but I promised that someday I would return.
I had always been good at chemistry,
so when I stumbled on the formula for an artificial pheromone
that could make people lose their minds with love,
I knew I would have my revenge.
Why? You're pretty now.
The scars run deep.
I would reclaim the crown that was rightly mine.
Then I would destroy this town the way it destroyed me.
My plan was genius!
And I would have succeeded, too,
it wasn't for your olfactory-challenged sidekicks.
I am no one's sidekick.
You said it.
Well, Scooby Doo,
like, you saved the day.
And Pericles, too.
I guess even a diabolical criminal bird
can change his evil and malevolent ways.
Highly doubtful.
- Who—who are you? - Who—who are you?
I am an associate of Mr. E.
Pericles left him a message that you should hear.
It was I who gave Aphrodite the secret formula.
Once that was accomplished,
I could go after the real ingredients I needed to find.
First, an ancient conquistador's ship manifest.
Next, a stone piercing industrial-grade diamond drill bit.
And finally, the geological reports
from the Darrow Mining Company.
Your move, Mr. E.
Ok, can I get a teeny little time-out here?
What does any of that stuff have to do with anything?
The curse of the haunted treasure,
an ancient fortune left behind by the conquistadors
that first settled this area.
Legend has it that it is buried somewhere deep beneath us,
and it now appears that Pericles
is on the verge of discovering it.
And if he does,
it could well mean the end of Crystal Cove.
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