The freak of Crystal Cove is my father.
Mayor Jones?
My whole life has been a lie, Daphne.
I have parents I've never known. The engagement is off.
I'm leaving Crystal Cove and I'm leaving tonight.
Mystery Incorporated is dead.
If you'd just told us about angel sooner,
this never would have happened!
I can't go to military school!
And don't worry about Scooby.
We found him a nice farm to live on.
Farm?
Run for your lives! He's back!
Ughh! Aahh!
Man baby not real, man baby not real!
Wahh, wahh, wahh!
You don't like Crybaby Clown?
Ooh hoo hoo! That hurts my feelings!
Maybe you're just hungry.
Drink up!
Whoa!
Mommy!
What have I gotten myself into?
If you ask me, I'd say it's a mystery.
Who-who are you?
They call themselves Mystery Incorporated.
The dog's locked up at a farm upstate.
You're on your own tracking down the others.
My suggestion? Start tonight.
You want this mystery solved, bring them home.
Or your run as the new mayor of Crystal Cove
is going to be short-lived,
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com
Hope you had a nice time in the hole, dog.
Hm-mph. Trying to tell me what to do with my life.
Look, I had to try to escape, ok?
I made a promise to my friends.
Because if I don't, he wins.
Well, what would you do?
Fine! Stay here and let them milk you.
Nobody milks Scooby Doo.
I got a double-barreled surprise for ya!
Huh?
Ahhh!
Scooby Doo?
- Uh, yeah? - Get in.
Do I know you?
My name is Janet nettles.
I'm the new mayor of Crystal Cove.
The town and I need your help, Scooby.
We've been attacked by an evil man baby
named Cry Baby Clown.
Sorry, can't help you.
Not until I find my friends.
I think I can help you with that.
There's everything on their whereabouts I could dig up.
Anything else?
Uh... Got any Scooby snacks?
You are nothin' but insignificant polyps
on the goiter of humanity.
Yes, sir, goiter, sir!
Private hippie,
did I not tell you to shave that growth off your chin?
Like, dude—sir!
Um, it's kind of got a mind of its own.
I'm might not even sure really what it is.
Private hippie, do you take me for a fool?
Um, sir, do you really want me to answer that?
Huh?
What the...
Leave my pilot hippie— I mean Shaggy—alone!
Scooby Doo!
Like, boy, am I glad to see you!
We're under attack, boys.
Remember your training.
Ohh. Teenagers.
Like, how did you find me?
New mayor. Crystal Cove's being attacked
by an evil man baby clown. They need us.
Hello, sir or madam.
Can you tell me if Brad Childs or Judy Reeves lives here?
Hi, sir or madam. Could you take—
- Fred! - Fred!
Shaggy, Scooby! What are you doing here?
Like, we're trying to find you!
Why do you look like a hobo?
Do I? I hadn't noticed.
Sorry, guys.
But I'm not coming back till I find my parents.
But, like, dude, Crystal Cove is under attack
by a crazy man baby!
Find somebody else.
But, Fred! He's also an evil clown.
What?
Years ago, the Drake brothers
captured a crazy, evil baby clown
in what is now referred to in trapping circles
as the omega conundrum.
But no one has ever trapped a crazy, evil baby clown
that was also... a man!
- He would be the first. - Legendary.
But as soon as he's trapped, I'm continuing my search.
Absolutely!
Wow. This place looks deserted.
Not quite. Look!
Oh, boy, trap legendaryness, here I come!
Uh-oh!
Fred! Get out of there!
Run! Oh-ho! Run!
Aahh!
No fair!
Cry baby man wants to play tag,
and you're it.
Oh!
Dohhh!
Shaggy, we have to help Fred! Shaggy?
Military school did you a lot of good.
- Oh! - Whoa-oh!
Hey! I know this net.
You should. You built it
Nice fur bed.
Wait. Rye sense of humor
tinged with a whiff of disdain and superiority...
Velma?
Who were you expecting— Rorschach?
Ohh, it's so good to see you, Velma!
Jinkies! I think this is the most PDA you've ever shown me.
Don't worry, Fred, we'll save you.
Oh!
- Huh? - Huh?
It's nice to see you guys, too.
- Velma? - Velma?
Oy. Where was this affection when we were dating?
It's been chaos since you left.
Cry Baby Clown has terrorized the town,
and he's destroyed tourism.
At first I didn't care.
I didn't want anything to do with mystery solving.
Because of us.
I'm sorry we left you behind, Velma.
- It wasn't personal. - Yes, it was.
I admit, I messed up by not telling you
Angel was an original member of the first Mystery Incorporated.
But leaving me... hurt.
In the end, though, I realized I had to help,
and I couldn't do it alone. I'm not Mystery Incorporated—
we all are.
What about Angel? And Mr. E?
And Pericles!
No one's seen Mr. E since the night Fred's dad—
I mean, mayor Jones was arrested.
Angel came to my house once, but I wouldn't take to her.
As for Pericles, I assumed he drowned in the caves
with the pieces of the planispheric disk.
Scooby? Like, what's wrong, bud?
Pericles survived. I saw him. And he has the disk pieces.
- What? - What?
If Pericles gets the other four pieces...
One mystery at a time. Pericles first needs to find the other pieces.
That could take months. Years!
Right now, we have to deal with Cry Baby Clown.
Which means we still need one more thing—Daphne.
Uh, that might be a problem.
Boyfriend? That guy?
No way. He's too handsome.
And what is that weirdo doing with her hands?
He's holding them, Fred.
It's what boyfriends do with girlfriends.
Well, let me see those binoculars, Fred.
Like, is it me, or does that dude
look a lot like that famous actor from all those "Dusk" movies?
What's his name?
Baylor Hotner.
Yeah, the one with the amazing abs who plays the were-turtle.
It looks like Baylor Hotner because it is Baylor Hotner.
He's in Crystal Cove doing research
for the latest "Dusk" movie.
"Dusk 4—Still Dusk".
Yeah? I got something he can research.
So you delivered a baby? From a monkey?
Sure. I've delivered lots of animal babies.
I'm not just all about acting and having super amazing abs.
Wow, Baylor!
You've been all over the world.
And I've never even been farther than Gatorsburg.
You know, I'm traveling to Africa next month
to shoot a commercial for my pro-environment cause,
Go Green Jeans.
♪ It's compost on your behind
♪ fits like a glove as you start to grind ♪
♪ healthy for the earth if it makes you feel better ♪
♪ buy it for your butt, be a green trendsetter ♪
Go green jeans, yo.
Maybe you'd like to, uh, come along on the shoot?
Uh-oh.
Baylor, look!
A hobo! We've never had one in Crystal Cove before.
We should give him change or hard candy or something.
Sure. I think I've got an extra baggie of whey protein on me.
Oh, Baylor. You're everything I never knew I wanted.
To think my whole life used to revolve around mystery solving!
What a waste, huh?
She didn't recognize me!
I'm sorry, Fred. You broke her heart.
She moved on.
Without me.
I can't thank you all enough for coming back.
The town and I are grateful.
Speak for yourself there, supposed mayor.
Sheriff, not this again.
- Is there a problem? - She's not my mayor!
In the event of a mayoral arrest, the sheriff—
that's me—shall assume the responsibility of emergency mayor.
It's in the sheriffing handbook.
No, it's not. I was elected to this office by the people, Bronson.
- That's how democracy works. - Yeah?
Well, that's not democracy works in my America.
I just don't get it.
Baylor Hotner doesn't even wear an ascot!
Pull it together, Fred.
Ready for what's behind these doors?
Ah, like, if it's the cafeteria,
then the answer from my stomach is a big fat yes!
I second that emotion.
Not the buffet I was hoping for, ho ho.
There they are, here to save us from Cry Baby Clown!
Three cheers for Mystery Incorporated!
- Hip hip... - Hurray!
Is the town cheering? For us?
They hate us until they need us.
Typical adult herd mentality.
Norville? What are you and Scooby doing out of prison and the pound?
I mean, military school and the farm!
Ha ha! Mom, dad!
Ah, like, they, uh, they let me out early.
And they made me into, uh, a general. Yeah!
And, like, Scooby here's undercover with me
so we can save the town.
That sounds plausible... Doesn't it?
Let's, like, have some hoots and some fist pumps, people!
- Hip hip... - Hurray!
You all know me.
You know how I earn a living.
I'm a bad clown.
Stopping me ain't going to be easy.
There's no string and a net to catching me like
Mano Tiki Tia or Redbeard's ghost.
This Cry Baby Clown
swallow your town whole.
You want your tourism back?
You're gonna pay me $5 million.
For that, you get the pacifier,
the rattle, the whole darn clown.
So what's it going to be?
Me, or Mystery Incorporated?
Well, it sounds like a good deal to me.
I'll start passing the hat.
So long, mystery goofs.
Hold on, Clown! That is our town.
That's right!
And we don't need money to protect it.
Although it would be nice—ow!
Freddy, I think it's trapping time.
Right, Velma! And I know the perfect g—
the perfect—ah—
- I—guh! - What's wrong?
I-my trapping knowledge! It's gone!
My mind is—is empty!
So tragic.
Oh, well, I offered.
Hmm?
Time's up, Crystal Cove!
Somebody get the lights. Sheriff?
No way! I'm not leaving my fetal position.
Hurry, to the doors!
No exit here!
Is-is—is that—
A dirty diaper bomb. Wah, wah, wah.
This baby needs changing.
Mystery Incorporated will save the town?
Way to go, supposed mayor.
I'm keeping the 50 cents I collected.
I don't understand it.
Why didn't I know what to do?
It's like I've had some sort of trap-related amnesia.
It's not just you, Fred.
I've been studying Cry Baby Clown for weeks,
and I have yet to find a single pattern.
Not one clue.
It's like my mystery solving skills have vanished.
Shaggy, Scooby, what about you guys?
Well, like, I don't feel much different.
Business as usual.
Gang, I think I know what's wrong.
Fred...
This isn't a good idea.
Mystery solving is in Daphne's blood.
Despite what happened between us,
she'll come back, I know it.
Nan, why is there a bearded, dirty wizard at our door?
Mr. Blake, it's me, Fred Jones? It's good to see you, sir.
Jones. I heard you were back in town.
You got some nerve coming here after
- breaking my daughter's heart. - Dad, who is—
Dad, I'll handle this.
Fred. You look... furrier.
Babe?
Your mom and I want to let the pigs loose so we can start the truffle hunt.
What's going on?
Baylor, these are some... kids I know from school.
Good to meet you, school chums. Here for an autograph, I imagine?
No problem.
Go. You shouldn't have come here.
The gang needs you, Daphne.
Crystal Cove is in trouble, and without you—
- I'm through with mystery solving.
You don't really mean that, do you?
Yes, I do, Fred. I've moved on. I'm happy now.
For the first time, I found someone who cares about me
more than their traps.
I don't ever want to see you again. Ever.
Babe, I'm out of ink. Do you have a pen?
Autograph time is over. They have to be leaving.
Good-bye.
- Well, that was a bust. - She's in.
What?
Come on, you bought that?
No way! She was obviously just covering
for Baylor Hotner.
Daphne's back in the gang.
I can already feel my trapping mojo returning.
Trust me.
Uh, like, Fred?
Tell us how this trap is gonna work again.
We've set up our zombie donut shop
in the one part of Crystal Cove Cry Baby Clown hasn't hit.
The moment he attacks, you and Scoob will hurl your donut trays,
knocking down the front door that will tip a bucket
of donut batter onto the seesaw,
which will trigger a water cannon to spray super glue disguised as jelly filling
all over Cry Baby Clown's feet!
And Daphne will finish him off
by pulling the lever that will drop a giant donut over his arm
so he can't free himself!
Where is Daphne, by the way?
Don't worry, she'll be here.
Here he comes.
Places, everyone.
This is going to get awesome.
Uhh...
Donuts. Must eat donuts.
Try our undead crullers.
They're full of brains!
Wahh, wahh! My mommy says donuts are bad for you.
No! Donuts good.
Just like brains.
Are you calling my mommy a liar?
Now, Scoob!
This is it. Daphne, release the donut!
Daphne, now!
Where is she? Where's Daphne?
Aww, this makes me think you don't like me.
Wahh wahh. And by the way,
building your little donut shop trap next to a fireworks store
might not have been the best idea.
See ya soon, Mystery Incorporated!
Run!
- But Daphne! - Isn't coming!
Well, I think it's safe to say, if the town didn't hate us before...
This should certainly do the trick.
Freddy? Are you ok?
No, Scoob, I'm not.
My trap failed, and for the first time,
the bad guy got away.
And it's my fault.
We're all responsible, Fred.
We're a team, remember?
That's just it, Shaggy.
We're not a team. Not without Daphne.
And now I know... she's never coming back.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com