My real name isn't Angel Dynamite.
It's Cassidy Williams.
I'm one of the original members of Mystery, Incorporated
that disappeared.
You've been lying to us from the beginning.
I just want to say, I know you're mad at me,
and I don't blame you. If I can help...
No way, Angel Cassidy Dynamite Williams...
whatever your name is!
Listen up, boppers. Evil resides in Crystal Cove.
Watch out for any foul play,
especially of the feathered kind.
If we are to continue, she will need to be silenced
forever.
That's why I'm here to tell you the truth.
There aren't any real ghosts in Crystal Cove.
It's like the open-all-hours gym...
it just isn't open all hours.
And that's just the tip of the false-berg.
Give me time, and I will tell you
everything I know about Crystal Cove...
enough to blow your mind. Aah!
You just made a big mistake. Hyah!
Don't think you can come in my house and make a mess.
Oh, great.
Aah!
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Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
You know what caused the explosion?
Faulty wiring.
Works for me. Wrap it up, boys. We're heading out.
That's it? Faulty wiring?
You're not even going to investigate?
Faulty wiring is a win-win-win situation.
Minimal paperwork for me, insurance money for the station,
and a new public pool for the town.
A public pool? What do you mean?
Case closed. Van ghoul movie at my house?
I'll get my smoker.
Cassidy! We heard about the explosion!
- Are you hurt? - We brought ointment.
She hates ointment!
Hit the dirt!
Cassidy, what's going on?
Start with why there's a World War II-era robot on the ground.
We can't talk here.
Like, dude, why were you attacked by a robot?
Actually, I've been attacked by 6 robots.
It started last week, and it's getting worse.
I would have told you sooner, but you all don't trust me.
With good reason. You lied to us.
I hear you. But I've changed.
Ask me anything, and I will tell you the truth.
OK. What's the story with you and Mr. E?
Why did you help him?
It's, um, complicated.
Wrong answer.
Hold on, gang. Check this out.
Interesting.
This is a Lassiter Gringol mollusk.
Looks like a snail. Yecch!
It is a snail, Scooby... a rare sea snail
whose picky mollusk diet restricts it
to a deep Costa marine trench,
located right off Crystal Cove.
These robots must have an underwater origin in that trench.
Aah!
Go back to the deep where you came from,
you scurvy tin fish!
You rusty scalawags are worse than sea!
Sorry about that, kids.
Free brine and cuttlefish on the house.
Gang, we need to get to that trench.
And I know someone who can get us there.
Everyone, this is Tom and tub.
Sorry we're late. Tub couldn't fit into his wet suit.
It's not me! It's the suit!
Like, little dudes, why are you talking so loud?
Loud? Oh, our ears are probably clogged.
Sorry. We spend so much time in the water,
we forgot about that. Hang on!
There! Is that better?
Uh... No.
Yay! It worked!
Thanks, guys. This is a big favor,
especially since it's past your bedtime.
Are you kidding?
We'd do anything for our favorite babysitter...
except give up pie. Right, tub?
Aw, lay off! Pie's delicious.
Aw, Scooby won't hurt you. Will you, Scooby?
Like, you hear that, Scoob?
Looks like you're not the only Scoob!
Scooby-Dooby, too?
Technically, that was Scooby's doggie bag,
so, like, it's as much his as yours.
Those are your deep sea diving experts, Daphne?
Some weird kids you baby-sit.
Those weird kids are the sons of Dr. Paul Williams
and captain Michael Murphy.
The Simon and Garfunkel of marine biology? No way!
So, are you guys sure that you can get us
all the way down to that trench?
No problem! That's where the undersea town is.
Wait. Hold the phone! There's an undersea town?
Sure! We used to go all the time
until those German robots ruined it.
Dumb ol' robots.
But how are we going to get there?
We'll take Moby!
Relax. It's just Moby-dick, our sub.
Get to know your air tank.
If Moby loses power, and we have to bail,
you can't breathe water. Trust me, we've tried.
Like, isn't it too dark to dive?
How can we see anything if we can't see anything?
Oh.
OK. Like, that's better.
Sh-sh-shaggy.
Go no further!
There is nothing for you beneath the waves
except doom!
Travel below those waters,
and you shall never see your home again.
Well, the ocean's a dead end.
Yeah! Like, dry land it is.
Are you kidding? That weird ghost head
just rolled out the welcome mat.
We're going to need all the air we can carry.
Like, did you see that, Scoob?
Yeah! Close one!
Um, I was talking to Scooby.
- I'm Scooby. - No, he's Scooby.
But then who am I?
Like, you're Scooby, too.
You're just, uh, old Scooby.
What? Old?
I am not old!
I always thought you two made a great couple.
That was all in the past.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
Don't remember that too late. You'll regret it.
What are you trying to say, Cassidy?
What is that?
We're just entering the midnight zone.
That's where we're so deep, we're in total darkness.
Here, watch this.
Hey, where'd everything go?
Oh, it's still out there. We just can't see it.
Pretty neat, huh?
OK, but we don't want to crash,
so we better turn the lights back on.
Hands off, dude.
No one touches the buttons but us.
Fine. But...
No buts! Our sub!
Are we clear?
- Listen, you little... - Ah-ah. OK, guys.
That's a time-out until you can act your age.
Yeah, you two need a...
That's a time-out for you, too, Fred.
Lights on, tub.
Giant squid!
Ah, no big deal.
There it is, the undersea town!
Wait. Is that...
I think that's the lost town of missionaries
that disappeared about 300 years ago.
When did you guys find this?
I don't know. A while ago?
Never ran into any missionaries, though. Just robots.
Dumb ol' German robots.
Some say the missionaries' disappearance was
the beginning of the curse of Crystal Cove.
Like, robots and curses? Ho-ho! No thanks!
Which button takes us home?
Forget it, guys. My mystery sense is totally tingling.
We got to take a closer look at that town right now.
Jeepers, Fred. Look at all those holes.
Yeah. Looks like somebody's been digging.
I think we just found out where the missionaries went.
Yeah, out for seafood.
Like, ho-oh! It's a shame they finished dinner.
Shaggy, the food would be 300 years old.
Mmm! Let's check the cupboards.
Pickled eggs! Pickled ham hocks!
Pickled... Huh?
- Kriegstaufen bots! - Swim!
We can't out-swim them. They're too fast!
Tom, tub, we need help!
Whoa!
Hang on! Moby's going down!
Aah!
Huh?
Moby's messed up and venting oxygen!
We need a place to lie low and make repairs!
Like, how about that place?
How fast can you fix Moby?
You did not heed my warning.
Now, the sea will make you pay
with your lives.
- Fred, this is a trap. - I know.
A really good one, too. I think I'm tingling again.
No tingling. Focus, Fred. What do we do?
Oh, right. Uh, let's see.
Looks like an early version of the Heinrich Aquabox, so...
A release valve should be right...
Where's Fred?
Fred? Fred!
Fred one, trap zero.
Fred, you're all right. I...
Don't ever scare me like that again.
Let's move before Uberhead shows up again.
Tom? Tub? Are you going to be OK here alone?
Sure! Our dads once left us alone on a reef for two weeks!
We sucked on sea urchins for nourishment.
We've got ocean skills!
Like, it looks like those robots are mining for something.
Quiet, Shaggy. They'll...
Uh-oh.
Well, I guess we know where Kriegstaufen bots come from now.
So, you still live.
Well, I promise you,
the sea is more forgiving than my robots.
Like, those parts want to turn us into pats! Aah!
Forget about the parts. I'm worried about the whole robots. Come on!
What the...
You said it, sister.
Hmm.
Go. Baby robots are still robots.
Right. They're just cuter.
What?
There is no escape!
Look! The control room!
I bet the head zeppelin that's been shadowing is
behind that door attached to a body.
There she is.
It's over, Miss October Pest.
Call off the bots.
Ugh!
Like, that is worse than robots.
Nabiru.
Did that thing just whisper?
I heard it, too. It sounded like...
Nabiru.
You think that was her name?
No. Her name was Frau Abigail Gluck.
She was part of the benevolent lodge of mystery,
the mystery-solving gang formed by Burlington in the 1880s.
And when I got back from the Burlington library,
someone had pinned a picture
of another mystery-solving group on my wall...
the Darrow family.
Including us and the original Mystery, Incorporated,
that makes 4 groups.
My guess... there's more.
Almost as if this has all happened before.
Exactly right, Mystery, Incorporated.
Professor Pericles?
Ah! Lovely.
I see you have met what's left of Frau Gluck.
I met Frau Gluck in Bavaria in the 1930s.
She discovered the missionaries possessed
the fifth and the sixth pieces of the planospheric disc.
She built this lab and a host of robots
to aid her search for the pieces.
I finally found this lab and continued the Fraus work,
building a legion of her Kriegstaufen robots
to retrieve the pieces for me.
My holographic masquerade as Frau Gluck
bought my bots all the time they needed.
And I would have gotten away with eliminating Cassidy
if it weren't for you meddling kids.
Now that I have everything I need,
I can dispose of this place and all of you at the same time.
Farewell, darling kinder.
Farewell.
Time to go. Hyah!
Selfdestruct in 10 seconds and counting.
- We can't make it to Moby. - We got to try!
Look out!
- Thanks, Scoob. - Don't mention it.
- We're leaving now! - I wish! Moby's stuck!
The only way we can leave is if someone stays behind
and keeps the doors open with this manual override lever!
I'll do it.
No!
I'll be right behind you.
Trust me, I'm a fast swimmer.
Go! I'll be fine. Go.
What we were talking about before, about regret...
you weren't talking about me and Fred.
You were talking about you and Mr. E.
You loved him once, didn't you?
What E. and I had, we lost a long time ago.
Don't make the same mistake I did.
Now, go!
Do you see her?
Don't worry. She's here somewhere.
Look, gang. He's holding something.
Oh, no! No, Fred.
Easy, Daphne.
Like, yeah. Definitely.
She saved us.
I guess maybe we were wrong about Cassidy.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com