It's them, the kids who disappeared!
Crystal Cove High's Mystery Solver's Club,
Mystery, Incorporated.
Like, these kids were just like us.
Darrow University library?
This looks like the entire history of Crystal Cove.
The Darrow family, who disappeared, along with their mansion,
nearly 75 years ago without a trace.
"Don't give up.
This has all happened before."
Well, here we are, family, the Burlington library.
Aw, this is going to be the greatest vacation ever.
Where have I heard that before?
I mean, how exciting is it
we're spending our entire winter vacation
at some old dead, rich guy's library, huh?
Learning is awesome.
Learning is lame.
Hi, there. Hope you don't mind.
We just kind of let ourselves in.
Learning isn't lame, it's evil!
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Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
After everything we've been through lately, gang,
this little ski vacation is just the thing.
Like, Scoob and I aren't as crazy about hitting the slopes
as we are about hitting the massive, all you can eat fondue bar!
Fonduy-Dooby-Doo!
Take the left fork. The right is a dead end.
I don't know, Velm. That left fork seems pretty dead, too.
The ol' Mystery Machine is a little banged up down there.
- We'll need to make some repairs. - What's that?
That terrifying mansion looks warm and inviting.
Does anybody else think it's strange to find
a huge mansion up here in the middle of nowhere?
At least the lights are on.
Good enough for me.
I'm freezing my paws off.
Well, hello, there.
You young folks come on in out of that cold.
Welcome to the Burlington library.
We're always open to receive guests.
Glad y'all found us.
We're glad we found you too, sir.
Our van sure could use some repairs.
We were wondering if we could spend the night.
You can stay here for the rest of your lives.
Why couldn't we break down
where the dude who runs the joint didn't act
like he wanted to eat our livers?
Shaggy, we're guests, remember?
Guests? We're what's for dinner!
Name's Dan Fluunk. I'm the caretaker up here all year 'round.
Plenty of room right now. Only myself,
the kind of creepy older lady that's been staying with us a while,
and the cook from an unspecified culture, Don Fong,
stay out of the way of Don Fong. He's a bit, um, angry.
You see what I mean?
The man himself, Oswald P. Burlington,
baron of the, king of steel.
Lord of steam.
Back in the 1880s, he decreed that
his library should stay open for visitors
anytime day or night forever and ever.
If, for any reason, the library was to close,
it and all its contents would go to Darrow University.
These artifacts are priceless.
My family and I have been taking care of them for years.
Who are these portraits of, Mr. Fluunk?
That's a curious question, young lady.
Mr. Burlington had a fascination
with groups of 4 people and an animal.
I have no idea why.
It was some sort of mystery he was trying to solve.
Now, over here's something really interesting...
a statue of Mr. Burlingtons pet orangutan, Mr. Peaches.
Oh, they went everywhere together.
Adventure after adventure. He loved his monkey.
So, after that long trip,
is anybody hungry?
Like, man, this place is massive!
Nothing horrible in here.
Now, you two young men get yourselves anything you want to eat
while I get you and your friends settled in some rooms upstairs.
Like, maybe that dude isn't an evil liver-eater after all.
So, where should we start, buddy ol' pal?
Oh, over there.
Like, let's see if we can get in on some of that action.
- Mmm. - Ahem.
Um, excuse us.
We heard screaming!
What's wrong, you guys?
Don Fong, horrible monster!
Like...
No way. We totally trashed this place.
What's going on?
A strange phantasm of the cook trashed the kitchen? Really?
- It's true! - Yeah!
He had big eyes and sharp teeth
and...
I just came down from Don's room.
He told me he's been asleep up there all night.
Then, he threw a ham at me.
Don may be a hostile foreigner from an unspecified culture,
but he's no liar.
Look, dude. We are telling the truth.
We never lie when it comes to food,
even if it's being thrown at us.
It's late, and we're all tired.
I don't know about you guys, but I sure could use
a hot shower and a soft bed.
Are you guys crazy? Who could sleep in a house full of books?
Never mind.
If you need me, I'll be in the library.
You go on upstairs, Daph.
I want to see if I can get the Mystery Machine up and running again.
Scoob, I could use your nose to sniff out any leaks in the fuel line.
Hello? Is someone there?
As soon as this library is under my control,
all of that will change.
Dean Fenk? What is she doing here?
Have all the paperwork ready. I don't want any mistakes.
She must be the older creepy lady
Dan Fluunk was talking about.
Like, what's wrong, Daph? Are you ok?
Oh, Freddy, I'm so scared.
Don't be afraid, Daphne. I've got you.
Fred, I... I really missed you.
Missed you holding me.
Missed... us.
Me, too.
- Mmm. - Mmm.
All sniffed out underneath.
Here, too, Scoob. She's as good as new.
Couldn't have done it without you.
It's cold!
Even with the Mystery Machine fixed,
we still have to wait for the storm to blow over before we go anywhere.
I wish he'd quit doing that. It's a waste of good food.
Shaggy?
- Shaggy? - Don't worry, Scoob.
He probably just fell asleep.
But Shaggy never falls asleep
before I read him his bedtime story.
Come on, Scoob. You can sleep in my room.
Like, Daphne, you're so perfect,
so beautiful.
Oh, Freddy.
Mmm.
Shaggy?
Scooby!
Scooby-Doo!
Shaggy!
Huh?
Ahh.
Huh?
Aah!
Oh, jinkies! Oh, jinkies! Oh, jinkies!
Huh?
Mr. P-P-P-Peaches!
Help, help! Daphne, Fred, Scooby, Shaggy... help!
Velma! Are you ok?
G-ghost train! Mr. Peaches!
Burlington, Burlington!
Shaggy! Where's my Shaggy?
It's... It's... horrible!
Mm. Huh?
Huh?
Fred. Freddy. Please, snap out of it.
I swear, nothing happened.
Like, nothing happened!
Except for the most amazing kiss of my entire life!
Ohh, sorry. Not helping!
Didn't say that. Nothing happened.
I thought Shaggy was you, Fred.
Yeah, and I thought I was you, too.
Like, it was so cool having muscles
and a jaw and a chin.
Like, a real chin!
It's still not working.
What if their minds are permanently gone?
How would we know?
- Velma! - Dude! Not cool.
Fine. Why don't we just fix it the old fashioned way?
- Wake up! You're dreaming! - Huh?
- Whoa! Hey, gang, what's up? - Phew!
Wow. You guys would not believe the crazy dream I had.
Me, too. Yuck!
Phew.
Now that we're all back to a state of total denial,
can we please talk about the clues?
Do any of you remember anything at all
that will help us solve this crazy mystery?
Not really. I put wood on the fire to heat the shower,
and then, everything went haywire.
Like, that's weird. I was putting wood on the fire in here
a few minutes before you came in.
And there was a fire burning in the kitchen earlier.
Jinkies! I put wood on the fire in the library
right before Mr. Peaches came to life
and a ghost train came rolling through.
Then that's where we'll start.
Just as I suspected.
Gang, this isn't normal wood.
It's called Terrorwood,
a special tree that produces terror-inducing daydreams
and phantasms from its smoke when burned.
Which we all experienced.
Some of those hallucinations involved kissing the lips
of an absolute angel.
What? Shaggy, what are you talking about?
Oh! Sorry. Continue.
Ancient shamen used Terrorwood smoke
in their rituals thousands of years ago in the Amazon.
But there's something else I want you to see.
Oswald Burlington had a mystery-solving gang
just like Mystery, Incorporated,
although he called his the Benevolent Lodge of Mystery.
Two guys, two girls, and an animal mascot.
Hmm?
Someone's there.
Who was it, Scoob?
- Don Fong? - Dean Fenk? - Dan Fluunk?
Dean Funk... I mean, Dan Fink.
- Don Fong? - No. Fink Dan Don Fink Flunk Fluke.
Don't worry, Scoob.
The use of difficult phonetics aside,
the villain could be any one of them.
But I think I know just how to smoke out the right one.
Oh, gee, gang. We do love it here ever so much.
Yes. The Burlington library is like our home away from home.
Like, we should stay here forever.
And ever, and ever.
Let's go unpack and move in for months and months and months.
Well, other than the tension wire being a little slow,
I'd say that was one perfect trap.
Now, let's see who's really behind all this Terrorwood smoke.
Dan Fluunk?
That doesn't make any sense.
You seemed like the nicest guy.
Why, Dan? Why?
It's this place. I can't take it!
I've been here since I was born.
My family's been caretakers of the Burlington mansion,
and then, the Burlington library, for generations.
I was born here, been here every day of my life,
all alone up here on this mountain,
tending this darn library!
But it always seemed to be snowing,
and I could never get warm. Never!
I hate the cold. I hate the snow.
But the library could never be closed.
I never got a vacation, not one.
I found out about the Terrorwood when I accidentally burned some.
So I decided to use it to scare away anyone and everyone that came here.
So eventually, no one would come anymore,
and I could close the place forever and go someplace warm.
And I would have done it, too,
been somewhere warm by now,
if it wasn't for you meddling snow-bound brats.
I don't mind going to prison. Not one bit!
At least I'll finally be someplace warm!
You know, Don Fong here was only trying to warn you.
Throwing meat is a sign of warning in his unspecified culture.
Luckily, I'm fluent in all unspecified languages,
and I understood.
And we fell in love.
And I love you, too, honey.
Mmm.
Dean Fenk, what's going to happen to the library?
Nothing. I'm not changing a thing.
I love this library as-is.
It's my great honor to preserve it for posterity
under the protection of Darrow University.
That's odd. There's no one left inside that could have done that.
Do you recognize it, Dean Fenk?
Yes, I do.
It's an ancient tome on alchemy by Bartemeo Magnus,
alchemic magister to Holy Roman Emperor King Charles V.
Wait a second. Bartemeo Magnus created the planospheric disc.
The planospheric disc?
And if I'm not mistaken,
this book is a 500-year-old user's manual.
The Darrow family,
aka the Mystery Fellowship.
It's all happened before, Velma.
Now what you got to do is figure out why.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com