Previously on Mystery Inc...
Are you saying that Judy Reeves is Fred's mother?
Brad Chiles is your real father.
Could you tell me if Brad Chiles or Judy Reeves lives here?
We need a new Daphne, and I have just the girl.
We're a pretty great team, don't you guys think?
See, Marcy, I knew it would work out.
Small town that, Baylor Haughtner.
You know, Daphne, you could come back to me—
to the gang, I mean.
I'd like that very much.
Hooray! Daphne's back.
No. How—how did you find me?
No! No! He's after me!
I gotta get out of here!
I gotta get out of here! Aah!
Horbert, if you're going to the bathroom,
please put the seat down when you're finished.
I have to find a way out!
After all these years, I can't let him get me!
What? Huh?
No! No! No! Aah!
No. No, not you!
I—I thought you were gone!
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Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Li keep your eyes closed...
A bit longer.
Ok, open 'em.
- Surprise! - Surprise!
Pancake bolognese?
Whoa!
Ah, nice back rub?
Uh, what's this all about?
V? What's going on?
Well, um, Marcy...
Remember how I brought you in to take Daphne's place?
Now that's Daphne's back, I... We...
Marcy, I'm sorry.
I fought for you to stay.
But, well, it's always been the 5 of us.
Forget it.
Velma, I knew things were temporary.
I thought maybe you and me—
You and I.
Yeah, right, whatever.
It's just, I never really had a friend before,
and I was hoping you would put our friendship before Mystery, Incorporated.
But I guess not.
See you around.
E? Yeah, it's me.
No, it happened just like you said.
Moment Daphne came back, I was out.
Don't worry, I got it handled.
I got Velma right where I want her,
and she doesn't suspect a thing.
Ah!
We never had to kick someone out of the gang before.
I feel too bad to even eat.
- Us, too! - Us, too!
Hey, guys. You know what always makes me feel better?
Traps?
No, traps! All we need now is a reason to set them.
Hey, gang, look at this.
Last night Horbert Feist, prominent banker,
drove his car at high speed into the crystal cove bank.
Why would he do that?
I don't know and I don't care,
but a mystery is just the thing we need now
to wipe away our skull-crushing guilt.
I'm in. Velma?
Sure, I could use a little soul cleansing right about now.
Horbert Feist, I must advise you not to say anything until your lawyer arrives.
And don't say anything then, either!
Hi, sheriff stone.
What are you kids doing here?
We've come to ask what you know about Mr. Feist.
What? Look, who said I knew him?
I've never seen him before in my life.
All I know is he's a thief, and he belongs behind bars.
A thief? Papers didn't say anything about that.
What'd he steal?
Nothing I could find,
but you don't need to steal something to be a thief.
Come on, Bronson. You've known me for years!
We grew up together. You know I'd never steal anything.
♪ La la la, la la la, can't hear you ♪
♪ la la la la
Mr. Feist, can you tell us what happened last night?
Everything was normal.
I was asleep, and then I had this terrible dream.
Aah!
I've come for you, Horbert.
Aah!
Breath of frost.
Aah!
Level 99.
And the next thing I knew,
I was driving my car into the bank.
That's the weirdest dream I've ever heard,
and I've had some pretty weird dreams.
I loved that car... More than my own children!
And now it's gone. Gone!
Feist's alibi is pretty weak, and that dream...
What does level 99 mean?
How would I know?
Fred, I think you've had a break-in! They wrecked the place!
What?
Whew. At least they didn't touch anything.
Ooh. Hmm.
Daph, I—I've got something to say.
I just want to be friends.
Hmm? Oh.
Ahh!
Aah!
No one can escape, Francilee.
Ropes of binding!
No! It can't be!
You can't be back! Unh.
Please. Please. This can't be happening!
Twenty-sided dice.
Now, no meal is complete without cornbread stuffing.
And the best cornbread stuffing in the world
is Francilee's Cornbread Stuffing!
Made from my little ol' super secret family recipe
handed down through generations.
And the super secret about Francilee's Cornbread Stuffing
is there ain't even no corn in it!
Oh, my goodness, why did I say that?
Lying about there being corn in your cornbread stuffin'--
that's what we in the sheriffing world call fraud!
I think.
Oh, Bronson, how can you do this to little ol' me?
We've known each other since we was chillun!
What? I've never seen your face before in my life!
But it's on the box in your hand.
What box? What hand?
I—I have to go now to destroy this very tasty evidence.
Uh, we'll help!
Mrs. Jackson, tell us what happened.
It's a mystery. Took me a nap this afternoon,
and I had this frightful dream!
When I woke up, I was on the TV,
and everyone knew my recipe!
I loved that secret stuffin' recipe more than my own chillun,
and now it's ruined!
Did your dream by any chance involve a labyrinth, spells,
a purple orb, and a mysterious inhuman mage?
Yes, exactly!
Did the pointy-eared freakwad say anything?
Yes, he said, "twenty-sided dice."
First Horbert, now me?
I don't know who all's doing this, but I know who all will be next—
Melvin Keisterbaum.
Melvin Keisterbaum?
Mr. Keisterbaum lives in the big house next-door to my parents.
We have to warn him!
We're here.
Mr. Keisterbaum? Hello?
Guess he's not home.
Daph? Unh.
Thanks, Fred.
No probs, Daph.
It's what anyone who's just a friend would do
for anyone else who's just a friend.
Hmm. What's this?
A broken light bulb?
Never seen one like this before.
My mansion! My beautiful mansion!
I loved that mansion more than my own children...
If I had any.
Mr. Keisterbaum, what happened?
Who knows?
One moment I'm asleep on the couch,
the next I'm standing in the garden
with an empty canister of napalm.
Did you have any dreams?
Yes! I was in a labyrinth, and there were spells,
a strange glowing orb, and a terrible monster!
He was saying one word over and over—
"Dreamweaver. Dreamweaver!"
Level 99, twenty-sided dice, Dreamweaver.
What's the connection?
Like, what are you asking me for?
Do I look like the kind of nerd that plays crypts and creatures?
Crypts and creatures?
Isn't that the nerdy fantasy role-playing game that nerdy nerds play?
Like, it—um—I...
Ok, fine. Like, yeah. I was a closet c&c player.
I used to roll the dice every night.
Come on, saving throw.
Shag dog needs a new pair of +5 forks of feasting.
Norville? What are you doing in there? Norville?
Mom! Like, no, mom!
No! Don't come in! Please don't come in!
Then, one day, I thought my science teacher was a bugbear,
and I smote him with a magic missile.
I smite thee with magic missile!
Magic missile! Magic missile! Magic missile! Magic missile!
Roll crit. Yes. Double damage! Ha ha ha ha!
And that's when I knew I had to quit.
It's all right to be a nerd, shag dog.
Bronson, he's after us. You're next!
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't even know you. Who are you, strange little mustached man?
It's the Dreamweaver!
What? No. No, it's not possible.
The Dreamweaver? The Dreamweaver?
Ohh. Kids. Kids, you gotta help me.
If the Dreamweaver is back, I can never sleep again!
Raaah!
Aah!
Raah!
Ok, you've defeated the goblin warriors
and now stand in the lair of the diabolical Dreamweaver.
What do you do?
I use night vision to check for traps.
I drink a large potion of health.
I cast detect magic... On my butt!
If you guys don't take this seriously,
I'm gonna take my soda and my dice and go home!
- Sorry, Bronson. - Sorry, Bronson.
The Dreamweaver, lord of the sleep realm,
with his mystical orb of power, stands before you...
Ready to cast you into the abyss.
And now the Dreamweaver's come out of the game
to finish what he started!
And I'm next.
- Whoa. - Whoa.
But why would he go after you guys?
Aren't you paying attention?
It's because we stopped playing c&c.
We turned our backs on imagination.
Because we grew up!
Like, let's never grow up, Scoob.
Uh-uh, never.
We'll go investigate what this light bulb thing is.
Shaggy, Scooby, stay here and make sure the sheriff doesn't fall asleep.
- Got it. - Got it.
Mr. E?
I thought you were the smart one, Velma,
but you're making mistakes.
I'm smart enough to trust my friends.
Mystery, Incorporated is a team.
That's why I gave Fred the piece of plenosphere disc.
A team without hot dog water?
That was wrong move number two.
Maybe I misjudged you, Velma.
Maybe you don't want to save your friends.
Maybe you don't want to save crystal cove.
Maybe you—
Who was that?
Wrong number.
Soda pop.
Check.
Sugary snacks.
Check.
Scary movie.
Check.
Insomnia, here we come.
Huh? Wha?
Huh?
Where are we?
The lair of the Dreamweaver.
It's exactly the way I designed it.
Next time, design something less scary.
And put in a snack bar.
I remember the layout perfectly.
There's the exit.
Whoa!
Welcome back, Bronson.
Time to cast you into the abyss.
Like, run!
- Polymorph! - Aah!
Huh?
Flesh of stone!
Aah!
Crashing tide!
Uh-oh!
Way to go on keeping sheriff stone awake, guys.
We just met the Dreamweaver. He is one scary dude.
Sheriff, do you have your Dreamweaver drawing with you?
It's right here with my character sheets and dice.
A c&c player is always ready to play.
Hmm?
Wait a minute.
Hey, Scooby-Doo, which hand did the Dreamweaver juggle his orb with?
Uh, his right. No, left.
Sorry, sheriff. It seems you're not quite the cryptmaster you thought.
The Dreamweaver holds his orb in his off hand, not his main.
Uh, in non-nerdspeak?
It means this Dreamweaver is a righty, but ours is a lefty.
Sheriff, it's time to face your fears one more time.
Keep running. Don't look back.
Aah!
Rain of fire!
Aah!
I've waited for this for a long, long time.
Game over, Bronson.
Time for some magic of my own.
Confess, Dreamweaver.
Like, confess.
What?
Confess!
Aah!
Confess!
Aah! Unh.
I confess! I did it! I did it!
I'm the Dreamweaver!
♪ Busted
How—how did you know?
In all the dreams, the Dreamweaver held his orb in his left hand.
But when we looked at everybody else, guess what—
they're all righties.
You're the only lefty in the bunch.
This type of light bulb is used to stimulate rem sleep.
You used them to create this, a dream machine,
which allowed you to project yourself into another person's dreams
and manipulate them.
It cost you millions of dollars, which you loaned yourself from your own back.
Then you drove your car into your bank,
blowing it up to cover your tracks.
Like, the only thing we don't know is why.
It was all your fault!
- Huh? - Huh?
Horbert, the Dreamweaver raises his orb,
ready to cast his smiting spell.
Make a saving throw.
Whoo-hoo!
The Dreamweaver laughs
as he casts your broken, lifeless elven body
into the eternal abyss.
Nooooo!
I loved that elf.
I loved him more than my own children!
And you took him away from me.
You were all part of it!
So I vowed to take away the things you all loved.
And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you—
you role-playing nerds!
Horbert, what are these people doing in our bedroom?
Go back to sleep, dear.
Like, man, I really feel Mr. Feist's pain.
Losing your C&C character is... intense.
It's ok, shag dog. It's ok.
Fred, you left the door wide open.
Fred, when did you hire a maid?
I-I didn't.
Then, like, who cleaned?
- We did. - We did.
Fred, is that...
Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves?
Mom? Dad?
That's right, Fred.
We're your parents.
And we're back.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com