Let's hope old Neptune has been kind
to us this time.
Huh?
Salty scallops, empty again!
I hate to say it, but our only choice now is
Dead Man's Point.
But isn't Dead Man'sPoint haunted?
Aye, 'tis what they say,
and we probably won't come back alive.
But don't forget, we're fishermen.
We do stupid things all the time!
This fog is thicker than sea poop.
Always slays me—sea poop.
Now that's more like it!
Huh?
What in the world?
Unh!
- Huh? - Huh?
Aah!
The legend is true!
Fish Freaks!
- Aah! - Aah!
We're doomed!
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I love the haunted museum when it's empty.
It reminds me so much of us.
Oh, look, flim flam!
Remember him, Freddie?
You forget, I was away that year.
I spent the summer tied up at trapping camp.
Heh! Get it?
Tied up, trapping camp?
Ohh, so tragic.
25 to life is a long stretch, even for
a pre-teen con artist.
Wow, I haven't seen—
Look away, Daphne.
We all promised each other that we would never
speak of him, not ever!
The manager says this is the last main course
platter for you guys.
But, like, this is your all- you-can-gorge night.
You have to keep feeding us.
Yeah, that's right.
All-you-can-gorge only applies to amateur diners.
You guys are pros.
Well, she's got us there, Scoob.
You want to know how we do it,
miss vampire waitress?
I'll bite.
Like, we call it the all-gulp no-air
eating technique.
By building our lung capacity, we can hold
our breath and literally inhale as much food
as we want.
Show her, Scooby Doo.
You two have way too much free time.
Hey out there, mystery lovers.
Velma here.
No mysteries to report— Just another Friday night.
I'm by myself, as usual, and you know what?
That's ok.
What's so bad about sitting in your room
alone on a Friday night?
"Dear Mystery, Incorporated."
Have you looked into the case of the missing
sardine boat that disappeared off Dead Man's Point?
I think it might have something to do
with the haunted oil platform in the area.
"Signed, Anonymous."
Jinkies, a mystery!
Hello, Daphne?
Velma.
Just got a tip on our web page.
Apparently a sardine boat disappeared.
What?
Well, I guess it can wait.
Yes, I know you're in love with Fred.
Velma, I'm so in love.
Scooby? Velma.
Put Shaggy on.
Because you're almost impossible to understand
on a phone.
Shaggy? Velma.
I've got a mystery for us.
This boat disappeared.
What do you mean you can't come?
Dessert?
But you can have jellied eyeball cobbler
any—hello?
Hello? He hung up on me!
They don't want to help me?
Fine, I'll do it myself.
I hope Daphne doesn't mind me borrowing her
family's expensive boat.
Great, it's gonna be impossible to find any
clues in this fog.
♪ My song fills your heart ♪
♪ From the depths of the sea ♪
♪ please listen and learn ♪
♪ all you can learn from me ♪
Uh, who's there?
A friend, Velma.
How do you know my name?
I know much about you
and Mystery, Incorporated.
For example, I know you struggle with being smarter than everyone;
Think that you have a neck waddle,
which is why you always wear a turtleneck;
Were dumped by your boyfriend for a dog—
Ok, you know me.
A mermaid?
I am the source of the anonymous tip that
brought you out here.
Merfolk have the Internet?
Wait, what am I saying.
This is biologically impossible.
Please, Velma.
I have nowhere else to turn.
I'm all alone.
I think you can understand that.
Crystal cove is in danger.
They're coming for me.
Run, Velma, or they'll get you, too!
Wait, I don't even know your name.
It's Amy. I'm a friend, Velma.
You have to trust me!
Ohh!
A haunted oil platform, a missing sardine boat,
Fish Freaks?
That's really scary.
Tell me about it.
Yeah.
Like, if I wore boots, I'd be shaking in 'em.
Mr. E's usually the only one we get tips from.
This could be some kind of trap.
You have no idea who the tipster is, Velma?
Uh, no, none.
Hopefully skipper Shelton can clue us in
on all that other stuff.
A missing sardine boat, eh?
Well, the only one that fishes these waters
is run by me brother skipper Shelton.
There are two skipper Sheltons?
Besides meself, there are 5 skipper Sheltons,
all siblings of mine.
A sardiner, a shrimper, a manta-rayer,
a kelper, and sea-dragoner.
But we don't talk about him, right, Wolfie?
I have no idea what he's talking about.
As far as haunted oil platforms and Fish Freaks go—
Heh, that's a bunch of crazy sea tales.
But—
The next thing you'll be telling me is that
mermaids really exist.
We wouldn't go that far.
Haunted oil platforms and Fish Freaks?
What will those crazy kids come up with next?
What in the 7 seas is making that racket?
Come on, where are you?
Amy?
How did you get here all the way from the ocean?
It wasn't easy.
The last few yards, the neighborhood cats
were stalking me something fierce.
Unh!
One second, Amy. I gotta log off.
"See you all later."
A special friend just stopped by for a visit.
"LOL".
Wow, you came all this way just to see me?
I had to.
Skipper Shelton has been taken by the Fish Freaks.
What?
But we just left him!
I think they're headed for the oil platform.
Can you lead us out there?
Sure, I guess.
Great, I'll call the gang.
Velma, it's mom. Open up, honey.
I want to meet your special friend.
Uh, what special friend?
The one you just wrote about on your blog.
Mom, you're so nosy.
Velma Dinkley, you open the door this instant!
Uh, how am I going to explain
a mermaid in my room?
Good thing I have this key I use to snoop
around your room when you're not here.
Oh, dear.
Did I just say that out loud?
You have no respect for my privacy.
Ha! Of course I don't.
You're a teenager.
I told you, there's no one here.
Uh, see? I told you.
Well, your anonymous tip checks out, Velma.
Skipper Shelton is nowhere to be found.
You know, babies, I was wondering if this haunted
oil platform is the same one that used to be owned
back in the day by Destroido.
The company with all those terrible products?
That's the one.
They were going to start pumping oil a while back
until some scientist dude shut them down over some,
uh, environmental heebedy-jeebedy stuff.
When was this?
About 20 years back.
I didn't know you lived here that long ago.
I didn't.
But, baby, I've always been interested
in the environmental heebedy-jeebedy stuff.
This story was real big back in the day,
in all the papers.
Whoa!
Like, check this out, you guys.
Destroido's having a press conference tomorrow.
Might be worth paying them a visit.
Ladies and gentlemen of the press, and smelly
activists in need of a shower, Destroido
is proud to announce our newest product,
guaranteed to be a hot seller until we start
getting sued.
Gummy Dummies, fortified with extra lead.
Gummy Dummies—the candy designed to inhibit brain
function so you can relax in blissful ignorance.
It comes in cherry, lime, and pork.
- Mmm, pork. - Mmm, pork.
What a terrible product!
That's Destroido for you.
I don't have any time for stupid questions,
so grab some free samples and get lost.
Ooh!
Mr. Machine, we'd like permission to go out to
your abandoned oil platform
for... research purposes.
And I'd like to have a polka-dot princess pony,
but mommy won't get me one.
Now beat it before I have you arrested for trespassing.
Nice guy, isn't he?
Ernesto?
Hello again, comrade Daphne.
We have missed you on the front lines in our fight
to take down the man.
Gang, you remember my radical idealist friend
Ernesto from Daryl College.
Yeah! Hey, nice beret.
What size is your head?
I'm a 7 and 3/4, but I've got a head dimple
in the back that makes it almost impossible to get
a good snug fit. Heh.
So, dude, like, what brings
you here besides obvious evil?
We are here to protect Gaia, mother earth,
from despotic corporate overlords like Destroido.
Go, Gaia!
- Go, Gaia! - Go, Gaia!
Yeah.
Well, good luck with that.
Come on, you guys.
Just because Ed Machine said no doesn't mean
we have to listen to him.
I don't remember daddy's little boat
being so dinged up.
Look over there.
Way to go, Scooby.
I knew we'd find it eventually.
Like, why couldn't we have come out here when
it was nice and sunny?
The problem with fog is you can't see anything
until it's—
- Aah! - Aah!
Relax, you babies.
It's just an empty suite.
We knew that.
Like, can we go now?
I don't know how this place could get any scarier.
I do!
- Fish Freaks! - Fish Freaks!
Wow, look at these knots—
The simplicity and the beauty.
These Fish Freaks have skills.
Like, what do they want with us?
What if they eat my brains?
It'll be a light meal.
But who are you?
Dr. Spike Cavanaugh.
I used to be Destroido's chief of Geology.
You're the scientist Angel was talking about.
The Fish Freaks nabbed me a couple of weeks ago,
forced me to help them.
Us, too.
They've been making me and me brother work
this rig like sea dogs.
What are they up to?
They're going to drill for oil underneath this
platform just like Destroido wanted to do
years ago.
But the ground here is so unstable that there's
going to be a nasty oil spill if anyone
drills into it.
I tried to warn them, but they just wheezed
at me and shuffled off.
Why would fish freaks be interested
in drilling for oil?
That, my canine friend, is the big greasy question.
Zoinks!
Please, I'm begging you not to drill.
The oil will kill thousands of helpless sea creatures,
which I think you kind of are, right?
Oh, this is terrible!
We have to stop that drill!
Maybe I can help.
- A mermaid? - A mermaid?
Amy?
- Amy? - Amy?
You know her?
Ok, yes.
She was my source.
But she's my secret special friend,
so don't any of you think about stealing her.
That was awkward.
Dr. Cavanaugh, where's the off switch
for that drill?
Uh—ahem—it's on the drill.
That wasn't smart.
Yeah, I was never much of a details man.
Unfortunately, I damaged my tail pretty bad
dragging myself up those steps, or I'd go after it.
I recall you two bragging about how long
you can hold your breath.
Like, that only applies when
we're gulping massive amounts of chow.
Yeah, chow.
- Shaggy. - Scooby.
But what about the Fish Freaks?
They're, like, down there.
That's the best part.
Once you turn off the drill, they'll chase you
back up here, right into one of my traps.
Right. I get it.
Once again, we're bait.
- Exactly. - Exactly.
Couldn't we wait 'till the water warms up?
- Get in water. - Right.
Now let's trap some Fish Freaks!
♪ Take another step closer ♪
♪ for we still haven't met ♪
Now!
♪ Too bad, you suckers ♪
♪ now you're caught in my net ♪
Good job, Freddie.
Well, not one of my fancier traps,
but I think there's a certain beauty in its simplicity.
I would like to see who's been holding me
captive all this time.
Ernesto?
Hello, comrade Daphne and her fellow comrade
mystery-solving teenagers.
But aren't you against all this
anti-environment stuff?
Funny you should ask.
It all started when we were doing a little
research into our old foe Destroido.
We were going through their trash when we
ran across some very interesting information—
Dr. Cavanaugh's report on this giant oil deposit
off Dead Man's Point.
We came up with a plan to make enough money to fund
our various protests.
We were gonna drill for the oil ourselves and sell it.
You were doing this for cash?
You have no idea how expensive it is to be
a grassroots activist!
After we found the location of the oil platform,
all we had to do was scare off anyone
who started nosing into our business.
And we would have, too, if that meddling mermaid
had kept her fin to herself and never contacted you.
Hold on.
Are you telling us that you were going to cause
a major environmental disaster in order to get
the cash to protest against major
environmental disasters?
Yes!
You must be willing to kill the environment
to save it.
- Uh... no. - Uh... no.
- I don't think that's right. - I don't think that's right.
Hey, you're not a mermaid!
Allow me to introduce my lovely wife
Amy Cavanaugh, ordinary human and professional
Commercial jingle singer.
That explains why your eerily beautiful singing
voice made me want to put on deodorant!
Velma...
You lied to me.
You acted like you were my friend, and I believed you.
I'm sorry.
I came up with the mermaid character out of desperation.
I'd gone to the police to report that my husband
had been kidnapped by Fish Freaks, but they
just laughed at me, then asked for directions
to the oil platform so they could add it as
a stop to on the Crystal Cove Mystery Tour.
I thought that if I could make it sound like
one of your mysteries, you'd help me rescue
my husband. And you did.
How do you even know about us?
I read your blog. I'm a fan.
Does that mean you're going to stay in touch?
If you'd like to me to.
Well... whatever.
It's your decision.
But I wouldn't mind if you did.
As far as helping, it's what we do.
Our friend Angel also deserves a lot of credit.
She knew about Destroido's involvement
from some old newspaper articles.
That's how we made the connection.
Newspaper articles?
That's strange.
Destroido covered the whole thing up.
The papers never even knew about it.
Hmm.
Lordy, Velma!
Baby, you just about scared me out of my
skin-tight leather foxy pants.
What's with all the sneaking around?
You tell me.
What's that supposed to mean?
For the short amount of time that you've been
in Crystal Cove, you sure know a lot about this
town's mystery history.
Well, I'm just curious by nature.
Remember the heebedy- jeebedies?
Stop.
One of my big problems, on a list that's long
and distinguished, is that despite my
skeptical nature, I trust people.
I want to see the best in them.
Unfortunately, they usually let me down.
Things have been adding up for me, Angel.
The help you gave us on this oil platform mystery,
the diary you provided for the Mystery Manor case—
stuff that you shouldn't know and shouldn't have had,
no matter what the heebedy-jeebedy.
What are you saying?
I'm saying Angel Dynamite isn't your real name.
I think your real name is Cassidy Williams,
and you're one of the members of the original
Mystery, Incorporated that vanished
in the caves beneath Crystal Cove.
Tell me I'm wrong... friend.
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