Previously on Mystery Inc...
The men and I were overtaken with a desire
to find this great treasure.
Find it, we did.
In our thirst for power and wealth,
we had discovered a terrible evil.
I used the alchemical disc de planosferico
to map our location,
and we buried the evil treasure deep, deep underground.
The planespheric disc.
They have 3 pieces. We have 3 pieces.
We have to find out which member of the gang is keeping the pieces.
Our son!
Question is, will they be willing to betray
their only son?
Yeah! That's right!
Eat the jams. Eat 'em!
Eat all my loud jams!
What are you lookin' at, oldie?
- Uh— - What's that?
I'm sorry, I can't hear you,
because you're old!
Hmmph!
Krampus thinks you need to respect your elders,
other people's property,
and the right to a quiet night!
Krampus?
Why don't you just call yourself Dorkus?
Or Lamus?
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Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
- Hey, there, son. - What are you doing, dear?
- Yeah. What's in the... - Briefcase?
Glad you asked!
Mom, dad,
I've got something important to say.
Since you've come back into my life,
I finally feel for the first time ever
that I can trust adults.
Oh, Fred!
We are glad you feel that way, son.
And because of that, if anything should happen to me or the gang,
I want you to have what's in this briefcase.
We could take it right now.
Oh, no. That's OK.
I'm going to put it in the Mystery Machine for now
so I can keep a close eye on it.
The gang and I are checking out some weird goat guy
who's terrorizing kids.
You know duty— it calls.
It's so great having you both in my life again.
Keep your trip wire taut.
And your tensile line strong.
- Ricky? It's Brad. - And Judy.
Go ahead, you two.
Tell Professor Pericles the rest of the planespheric disc...
Is ours for the taking.
Something's been bugging me
about our little underwater escapade.
There's a lot about that adventure I wish we could forget.
Amen to that.
But the weirdest part of all was what the late Abigail Gluck whispered.
Like, I'll say.
A crazy mummified corpse whispering "Nibiru" is
creepy times 10!
It gets creepier.
I googled it and found a lot, namely this—
"Nibiru" is a planet listed in the writings of Zacharius Sitchen,
particularly his book "The Twelfth Planet."
According to Sitchen's interpretation
of Babylonian religious texts,
a giant planet called Nibiru passes by earth every 3,600 years
and allows its sentient inhabitants to interact with humanity.
These beings, which Sitchen identified
with the Annunaki of Sumerian myth,
would become humanity's first gods.
My favorite Internet encyclopedia says
there's supposed to be a collision.
The Nibiru collision is a disastrous encounter
between the earth and a large planetary object.
Believers in this doomsday event
usually refer to this object as planet "X,"
or Nibiru.
Doomsday event?
Like, what's the connection between Nibiru
and that crazy old German lady?
Honestly, I have no idea.
Ohh! Not only is this game totally fake, it's broken!
You were saying?
It's only 'cause I'm used to shooting live targets
and not video hooligans.
I'm going to go check out that kid playing
"Prance Prance Evolution."
Those are some very suspicious dance moves.
I'm glad you kids are here.
So what's this about a monster
turning kids' hair white with fear?
Sounds kind of old school.
He calls himself Krampus,
and apparently, he has something against bad children.
Now, normally, I wouldn't have a problem
with getting delinquents off the streets,
but parents are complaining that their kids are afraid
to sleep without the lights on,
and that's putting a strain on the Crystal Cove power grid.
We'd be glad to help you.
But, like, why are we meeting in an arcade?
Oh, jeez. You call yourselves investigators?
Everyone knows arcades and roller discos are
breeding grounds for criminal children.
These places are basically coin-operated prisons.
It's nice taking the old enigma machine out
for a little dark, evil action.
- You certainly kept... - This baby in great shape.
Stay focused.
We must secure the 3 pieces of the planespheric disc
ma schnell! Schnell!
My corn dog went up my nose!
Uh, are you going to eat that?
Yeah! 10-second nose rule!
Stop! You female hooligans!
Huh?
Krampus thinks you have been bad, bad little girls!
Und since your parents seem helpless to act,
it is time for Krampus to teach you some manners!
There he is!
Krampus is getting away! Come on!
Um, like, that's OK!
We'll stay here and deal with the bigger issue—
namely, all the abandoned corn dogs around here
that suddenly need a new home!
Yeah, in our bellies.
That's our boy.
This is going to take longer than we thought.
- A lot longer. - Yes. A lot longer.
- Thank you, Brad. - You're welcome, Judy.
Time to go. Move it.
I look like some smelly wizard from center earth.
Gang, we really need to do something about Krampus.
I'll say. Even bad children don't deserve this.
Well, gang, the mayor was right.
Krampus is well-known in German folklore
as sort of a boogeyman who has a real problem with bad kids.
And he's, like, crazy ugly.
With a club made of sticks.
Yeah. Like, what's up with that?
They're called switches,
and he used to punish bad children with them
back in the old country.
Jeez. The old country was rough.
It says here he usually only appears during the winter months.
So this is a bit of an off-season appearance.
Hmm.
Fred, are you OK?
I don't know, Daphne.
This whole thing about Krampus—
stern, disciplinarian, cold, and impartial—
he—he makes me think of my former father, mayor dad.
Go on.
Well, my not-dad was always super critical of me.
And I could never understand why.
But in a weird way, I kind of miss the attention.
Oh, Freddie. There's something missing!
I know. I just said that.
No, there's something missing over there.
That's Charlie the haunted robot's spot.
He's one of the museum's biggest draws.
We better tell the others.
This Krampus mystery is certainly...
Very intriguing.
Oh, it is no mystery at all.
Krampus, dear Krampus.
I have such fond memories of Krampus from when
I was just a hatchling.
I can still hear the sound of Krampus visiting bad children
on a cold winter's night.
Ah, the screams of fear and terror.
Mmm. It's so soothing.
Fond memories aside,
this Krampus may present a problem.
I am not so sure, Ricky. The vault!
We must let nothing stop us from retrieving
the other 3 pieces of the planespheric disc
from the kinder.
Perhaps Krampus is exactly the distraction we need.
I'm not sure what Charlie the robot has to do with Krampus.
We need more.
We need to anticipate where Krampus will strike next.
Yeah. Like, if we could put all the bad kids
from Crystal Cove in one place,
I'm sure Krampus would just show up.
That's it! Maybe we can't get
all the bad kids in one place,
but I know the one place that holds the baddest kid.
Come on, gang.
So what do you say? You want to help?
You want me to use myself as bait for this evil goat-man?
Frederick Jones, I've learned 53 things
since my time here on the rock.
The first 52 involve how to make lethal weapons
out of my pigtails. The other is...
Always look out for numero uno.
What's in it for me?
"Dear parole board,
please consider Mary Anne Gleardan's cooperation
with the kids of Mystery, Inc.,
as a means of giving her time off for good behavior."
Let me see that!
Hey, Scooby-Doo,
let's see if we can find the chow line.
Like, I think I smelled the cafeteria on our way in.
Well, follow my nose!
Like, dude, way to go, Scooby's nose! Hoo-hoo!
What are you in for?
The food!
Excuse me, Mr. prison convict.
Like, mind if we sit down?
It's a free country.
You're going to be in danger anyway from Krampus, Mary Anne.
You might as well help with his capture.
Your theory is built on a weak hypothesis
that does not stand up to scientific scrutiny.
Answer's still no.
I got nothing to worry about.
I'm in prison, remember?
Do not be so sure about that.
Run, Mary Anne! Run!
Freddie! No!
It's OK. I'm fine. Come on.
Ohh!
Come on, guys! We can't let Krampus get away!
Um, we'll be right with you—
like, just as soon as we finish
our delicious two-month-old prison cobbler.
We were so close!
The only thing I hate worse than not finishing a trap...
Is almost finishing it!
Come on! We can't let Krampus get away!
It's the old haunted toy factory.
Didn't they turn this place into an orphanage?
No, Daph, you're thinking of
the old haunted orphanage across the street.
Like, dude, this place is uber creepy.
Why would Krampus go in there?
Because it's the worst place he could possibly go.
Now, Brad, now, Judy. Let us finish this.
Gang, the conveyer belt! Come on!
Split up! Go down each side!
Mama. Da-da.
Ma-ma. Da-da.
Like, I hope they're not talking to us!
Yeah! I'm too young to be a da-da!
Now, guys! Pull the ropes! Grab the tarps!
Thank you, Frederick.
Now,
let's see who Krampus really is.
Charlie the haunted robot?
- Like, what? - That doesn't make sense.
Charlie isn't human, so that means...
Someone must be controlling him.
But who?
Who's that?
Like, it has to be the old Mystery, Incorporated.
But why were they here?
I'll tell you why— because they took it.
They took the briefcase.
- Perfect. - All the pieces of...
The planespheric disc are ours!
I believe it's time to put all of it together.
I don't understand.
Where are our pieces?
If you're watching this,
you're probably wondering what's happened
to your pieces of the planespheric disc.
In a word, you've been scammed, conned, bamboozled.
That's 3 words, Fred,
but I think they get the idea.
- We did this to you. - Yeah.
And we will be more than happy to tell you how we did it.
It was all an elaborate plan masterminded
by your very own Freddie.
We created Krampus by borrowing Charlie the haunted robot
and dressing him up in clothes we bought off
German gypsies who live in Crystal Cove's haunted forest.
As for Krampus moving around,
he was being remote controlled by Jason Wyatt,
who agreed to help for lenience from the mayor on his mother's sentence.
Like, Jason also helped create an invisible aerosol
that was used to turn hair white
and make it grow long for added effect.
We needed to keep you away from the vault.
You following us following Krampus was
the perfect way to keep you distracted
so we could carry out our master plan—
breaking into Mr. E.'s vault.
Freddy planted a bug on Brad chiles' clothing
so that we could get the code to the vault.
And once we had that code...
We could give it to our operative.
Someone with intimate knowledge of Mr. E's lair—
Hot Dog Water.
Hot dog water?
I still know how to get in touch with her.
Like, when Velma told Hot Dog Water what we had planned,
HDW was in.
And while we stole the real pieces...
You were stealing fake ones.
The real pieces were instead safely hidden
with the one person no one would ever suspect—
Fred's fake father, the ex-mayor Jones.
My not-really-my-dad dad may have betrayed us once to get the disc pieces,
but when he heard what we were planning,
he was more than glad to help us take you down.
And, like, Mary Anne Gleardan also agreed to help us
after the current mayor offered her lenience on her sentence.
She really wants to go back to the seventh grade.
I guess I secretly hoped you guys might not try
to steal the pieces from us.
But I guess I always knew you would.
Which leaves me with only one thing left to say.
Real mom, real dad, don't expect me home for dinner.
Ever.
And we're taking nova with us, too.
You don't deserve her.
Oh. Let's see what it looks like—
the whole planespheric disc.
Like, whoa.
It's... beautiful.
We have the whole thing.
That leaves only one question.
What do we do now?
Nibiru.