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Previously on Mystery Incorporated..
My real name isn't Angel Dynamite. It's Cassidy Williams.
You've been lying to us from the beginning.
Why should we listen to anything you have to say to us now?
Oh, Baylor, you're everything I never knew I wanted.
For the first time, I found someone who cares about me more than their traps.
We're a team, remember?
We're not a team, not without Daphne.
We need a new Daphne, and I have just the girl.
Hotdog Water!
The higher carbon content reduces weld-ability,
but makes up for it in the amazing tinsel strength..
Um, Fred, if I may.
I have about, oh, let's see, 42 pages on traps here in my notes.
And that's just from this session.
Sweet.
Let's do a little word disassociation therapy.
I'm going to say a word, you tell me its opposite.
- Ready? Traps. - Daphne.
- Traps traps. - Daphne Daphne.
- Traps traps traps. - Daphne Daphne Daphne.
Daphne!
I'm sensing you want to talk about Daphne.
I want her back, Doc, but she hates me.
I guess I can't blame her for hating me.
I was never attentive or romantic enough.
Whatever that means.
Oh, look at that. Session's over. Pity.
What do I do about Daphne?
Sorry, Fred, but your healthcare plan
does not allow me to speak after the buzzer.
What are you?
Dr. Henklefust, I'm so sad.
Can you help me?
I'd like to try a little aggression therapy.
And it goes like this.
Oh, no. No!
Ha ha ha!
I have to prove myself to Daphne. And I know exactly how.
Scooby-dooby-doo!
- Fred? - Surprised?
What are you doing?
I did this for you. It's what you've always wanted, right?
Romantic, huh?
Fred, Jones, you.. It's too late for this.
I'm with a man now.
Baylor Hotner.
He and I, we're serious.
I.. I moved on.
And so should you.
But.. Wa..
Like, do you think this one works, Scoob?
Yes! No.
Not really.
I hate not having hair.
Grow. Grow!
Humph.
Poor Shaggy.
That's a good boy.
Fred, look. Isn't this your therapist?
Fred?
Frederick.
Pay attention.
Huh? What?
Isn't Dr. Henklefust your therapist?
What? No. I don't see a therapist.
Why would you say that? Are you saying I should see a therapist?
Because I don't have any problems. I am completely problem free.
Well, that therapist you're not seeing, he's gone missing.
What? Oh, yeah.
I think so. Gone missing.
Just like Daphne.
Like, we'll be back soon.
We're gonna go get some real fake hair.
Doesn't anyone care about mystery solving any more?
I care.
You still got me.
All of it.
Cut if all off.
Don't give me that look, Gorgeous G. I mean it. It's so gone.
But, baby doll, you can't cut it off. It's beautiful.
No, I'm beautiful.
Hair is just hair.
Watch how you're talking to, girl. I'm a hairdresser.
Amen to that, Gorgeous G. Best in Crystal Cove.
Now, please.
Nice.
Like my Mama always said, hotness is as hotness does.
Well, then go check out all that hotness in the bathroom mirror.
It's 3-sided.
They're coming back for Fred.
Why? Why come back now?
I don't know.
But it would be the perfect time to get close to the kids again, Angel.
I'm not Angel Dynamite, Ricky.
I'm Cassidy Williams.
And I won't do it. I won't hurt those kids again.
They're good kids.
Better than we were.
Aw, yes. The naive Cassidy I once fell in love with.
You willing to bet the lives of everyone in Crystal Cove on that?
What is taking that girl so long?
She loves herself just a little too much if you ask me.
Aah!
What was that?
Gorgeous G?
Oh! Oh, no!
I simply can't do a thing with my hair.
I'm so sad.
Please make me beautiful, like a flower.
Ha ha ha!
And they have red hair and brown hair and black hair and yellow hair.
I just want shaggy hair.
I swear they have shaggy hair, Shaggy.
Shaggy hair for sale.
Ha ha ha!
- Like, zoinks. - Crybaby Clown?
Ha ha ha!
Like, what's with all the paparazzi?
It's the city's new publicist, JR Kipple.
Mayor Nettles hired him a few weeks ago.
Get pictures of all the destruction.
See if you can get this teddy bear in the picture.
It'll add a little something, something to the news story.
Make it go viral.
Mr. Kipple, I'm not so sure this is a good idea.
I don't want to cause a panic.
Are you crazy? Panic is great publicity.
A feeding frenzy, a fear fest.
That's why the news exists.
With these abductions by the Crybaby Clown,
we'll put Crystal Cove back on the map as a great scary place to vacation.
I don't like my citizens being abducted by evil clown man babies.
I want this mystery solved.
Looking good, pal.
Scooby-dooby-doo!
Heh heh heh!
Check this out.
I think we just found our first clue.
Looks like some kind of cathode.
Or part of a transponder chip.
Hi, gang.
Awkward.
Look, I just want to say I know you're mad at me, and I don't blame you,
but if I can help in..
No way, Angel Cassidy Dynamite Williams.
Whatever your name is.
There's an old saying in Crystal Cove.
Fool me once, shame on..
Shame on you?
Uh..
A fooled man can't get fooled again.
Yeah. Fool me.. Tw..
What he said.
All right.
I, um, I understand.
Y'all be safe.
Don't tell me what to do.
Daphne, this one really sells the whole quaint, small town, innocent girl.
They're going to love you.
Do you really think so, Baylor?
Babe, you're going to be a hit.
I don't think that works at all.
It's stupid.
Try this on, Daphne.
Or how about this one?
You need a really big apron.
- Fred. - You know what a messy eater you are.
You can use this like a bib and dribble all over yourself
like you normally do and nobody will know.
Heh heh heh.
It's great.
If you're looking for something new, Daph, try this.
It comes in periwinkle, lavender, orchid, mulberry, magenta, violet, and indigo.
I think we should get them all.
Oh, Baylor, you know exactly what a girl wants.
Norville, I really appreciate you driving me to the plastic surgeon's office.
I didn't want to come alone, but I want you to know, I'm only picking up a pamphlet.
Just because all your friends are doing it doesn't mean you have to, Mrs. Rogers.
What did the dog say?
Like, uh, he said you're perfect and beautiful just the way you are, Mom.
Oh, how naive.
I mean, how sweet.
Huh?
Like, man, someone really did a number on this plastic surgeon's office.
What a waste of perfectly good ice cream.
He took him.
He took the Doctor.
Who did?
Clown. Evil clown baby man.
Yikes!
Yikes.
Norville, you're not very brave for a General.
Like, Mom, I'm undercover, remember?
Hot Dog Water and I analyzed the chip we found.
It's a transmitter.
So we rigged this transistor radio to pick up the signal.
Which should lead us right to Crybaby Clown.
I can net him and give him to Daphne as a present to show her how much I care.
Come on, gang. Let's go bag Crybaby Clown.
Turn right down that alley.
There.
Time to wrap up this mystery.
Fred Jones, you are the most incompetent, idiotic micro-brained,
guy named Fred in the history of guys named Fred.
I.. But, Daphne.
- What just happened? - I don't get it.
She's emitting the signal.
Daphne, you have a transmitter just under the skin on your ankle.
What?
I've been tagged with a tracking device?
Man, I wish I'd have thought of that.
Uh-oh.
Ha ha ha!
Aah!
Stop taking pictures of those nitwits. They're not news.
I hope you got some great snaps of that crazy man baby clown.
He's so perfect.
Funny how the city's publicist JR Kipple
shows up a few minutes after Crybaby Clown disappears.
I'm not laughing.
Yeah. Like, me neither, Scoob.
I see what Velma's getting at.
Mr. Kipple, I notice you got here really quickly
and lucky you had your photographers in place to take pictures.
Luck has nothing to do with it, shirtless boy.
A good publicist makes the news happen.
Oh, Daphne, I was so worried. I've been looking all over for you.
Oh, doodle, you bad kitty.
How did you find me?
I am so in love with you that I was drawn to your side.
Yeah. Well, I was drawn to her so much that I shot her with my net gun,
then tackled her really hard.
You know, school chum, you might want to do a little work on that 6-pack.
Me and the boys from Dusk have a great ab workout.
I'll send it over.
Did you tell them, my little strawberry cheesecake?
No? All right.
Well, Daphne and I are leaving for Hollywood.
Tonight. Together.
I'm gonna make her a star.
Daph..
I want more coverage.
What do I pay you news editors under the table for
if you don't run the stories I tell you to run?
Like, that guy's got to be Crybaby Clown.
He's an evil man baby if I ever saw one.
Jinkies, look.
Mr. Kipple!
Like, behind you!
You nimrods get away from my window.
Aah!
This is out of control.
We've got to stop that clown.
Get Fred.
Like, why would Crybaby Clown steal a therapist,
a hairdresser, a plastic surgeon, and now a publicist?
Hot Dog Water and I have exhausted the computer archives
searching for any common thread linking the 4 individuals.
We've come up with nothing.
Nada.
The big zero.
The four didn't even know each other.
There's no connection.
We're just spinning our wheels.
Aphne! Don't go!
Wheels. Different spokes on a wheel all meet at one hub, right?
Gang, I think I've solved this mystery. And you know what that means?
- We order takeout? - Chinese?
I love Chinese.
No. It means it's trapping time.
The green zone's for unloading of corpses only.
You know what makes me sad?
All these empty seats.
Oh, I wish I had enough friends to fill this entire plane.
But I have you.
And I'm taking you all back to my special clown town.
Buckle up!
It's going to be a very bumpy ride.
Welcome aboard Air Shag and Scoob.
Please enjoy your flight.
Get off my plane!
Zoinks! Look out, Scoob!
Aah!
Is it supposed to do that?
No. We'll have to improvise.
- Yikes! - Ha ha ha!
Huh? Huh?
Don't make me cry.
You wouldn't like me when I'm crying.
Like, dude, we don't like you now.
Uh!
I'm the only one professional trained as a pilot and barn stormer,
so you two are on ground control.
- Velma, take the wheel. - Huh?
Hmm?
Where, oh, where did my in-flight entertainment go?
Heh heh heh!
Occupado.
Nobody's in here.
Heh heh. Like, I guess when you gotta go, you really gotta go.
Aah!
Fred, he's got Daphne back here.
Daphne! No!
Whoa!
Ah!
Whoa!
Aah!
And now let's see who Crybaby Clown really is.
Baylor Hotner!
That's right-ner.
Actor, humanitarian, guy with amazingly super awesome abs.
I came here to Crystal Cove to research the part of a crazed clown
for my upcoming blockbuster movie, "The night the clown cried".
It was gonna be my Oscar.
Using my knowledge of Hollywood makeup and effects
and a trick buggy I stole from the back lot,
I honed my crazed clown performance to perfection.
Then I built my entourage a therapist, a hairdresser,
a plastic surgeon, and a publicist.
Everything I needed to be a great actor.
Of course, I put tracking chips in all of them
because you have to know where your posse is at all times.
I even had an innocent small-town girl
that would make me look like the nicest guy.
I had it all.
And I would have been the world's greatest Hollywood thespian, too,
if it hadn't have been for you small town scene stealers.
Small town that, Baylor Hotner.
These are my friends. Take him away, Sheriff.
Thanks, guys. You, uh, really saved me.
Like, you're one of us.
Um, you know, Daphne, you could come back to me..
To the gang, I mean.
Really?
I'd like that. Very much.
Hooray! Daphne's back.
Group hug.
Scooby-dooby-doo!
And Daphne, too. Hee hee hee.
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