There it is— the undersea town!
I think that's the lost town of missionaries
that disappeared about 300 years ago.
There is no escape!
Nibiru...
- It sounded like... - Nibiru.
My favorite Internet encyclopedia says
the Nibiru collision is a disastrous encounter
between the earth and a large planetary object.
I have cobbled together a rudimentary player for the planospheric disc.
[All gasp] Nibiru!
Doomsday!
Nibiru. [Laughter]
[Crickets]
Welcome, volunteer stage hands.
Thanks to your court-ordered community service,
you get to be a part of this yearly tradition
where we theatrically recreate something horrid
from our city's sordid past.
And what could be more horrid
than that night 500 years ago
when a terrifying earthquake
sent the first town of Crystal Cove
sinking into the sea?
All would have perished if it weren't for the brave efforts
of Friar Gabriello Serra
and his trusty donkey Porto.
And I'm very pleased to announce
that the role of Friar Serra will be played by
none other than Crystal Cove High's master thespian
Doogle McGinnis!
Ta! How's everybody doing?
Well, Doogle, ready to rehearse?
Cha! You bet!
But, um, what's with the dead guy?
Burlington library sent over genuine artifacts
to help lend our production authenticity,
including the mummified body of Friar Serra himself.
Isn't that wonderful?
[Clicks]
What happened to the lights?
[Creaks] [Hissing]
[Low roaring]
Aah! Ah!
[All screaming]
- [Growls] - [Both gasp]
[Roars]
[Both screaming]
[Grunting and whimpering]
[Roars]
[Screams]
[Growls]
[Snarls] [Screams]
Anyone who dares tell my story is doomed!
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Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Up the servant staircase, quick!
But Daphne, you don't have to do this.
Yes, Fred, I do.
You can't keep living by the river
in the mystery machine.
You're beginning to... smell.
But I've been using my hobo soap.
Hobo soap?
A pine cone dipped in deer sweat
and scented with ferret musk.
Blech.
[Sniffs] Hmm.
Whoa.
You and nova should be OK in here.
Bathroom's in there. There's real soap in the shower.
Use it.
I'll visit you every day.
[Bell dings]
Like, it's a text from Vincent van Ghoul.
What does it say?
"Heep"?
What the heck's that mean?
I meant to type "help."
I'm no good with these new-fangled gadgets.
But I was in such a panicked state...
Mayor nettles called and asked me to take over the play.
Evidently, the director and the star suddenly quit.
Obviously, I jumped at the chance.
I'm a great supporter of amateur dramatics.
And truth be told, my career could use a goose.
But when I arrive, I find the set's been destroyed.
And worse, the only copy of the script
has been ripped to pieces!
What am I to do? [Crying]
Don't worry, Mr. van Ghoul.
We'll help you.
- We will? - We will.
After all the times you guys have gotten Scooby and I in trouble,
- you owe us. - Big time.
Please?
Well... OK.
Oh, thank you! Thank you!
This I got to see.
George Avocados?
That's Avacados.
Mr. Avocados, what are you doing here?
Sweeping. That's what a janitor does, isn't it?
Janitor?
After you all destroyed my farm,
the only job I could get was back here at city hall
as a janitor!
And a good thing, too.
Now I get to watch you all make fools of yourselves
trying to put on that play.
And when you fail,
I'll be here to clean up your mess.
[Laughs]
Avocados! Back to work.
That's Avacados.
- But— - Stifle it, Chiles.
Pericles has the floor.
So, the kinder still have the disc.
You couldn't even manipulate your own son? Pathetic.
Fine. We failed.
- That's right, Brad. - Not now, Judy.
Aren't you the smart one who should have seen through Fred's ruse?
Don't push me, older pretty boy.
I want those pieces,
and since you and your sweet, dumb bride failed me,
it is up to you to recover them
before people get hurt.
Most of the script's missing,
but it looks like they were trying to tell the story
of Friar Serra and his donkey Porto.
The ones who saved everyone
when the first town of Crystal Cove sank
- into the ocean? - Mm-hmm.
Like, the same underwater town with those killer robots?
- Bingo. - Huh?
[Both whimper]
I still don't understand
why Mr. Lefranc and Doogle would smash the set
- and run off like that. - Typical theater folk.
I once saw Lionel Barrymore attack a settee with a lead pipe.
But we'll show them who the true professionals are.
But what about the actors?
Stop! Don't move.
That chin. That nose.
You shall be Friar Gabrielo Serra,
and you shall be his donkey Porto.
Wow. A donkey!
I should be able to rebuild the set.
And I can make the costumes.
And I'll finish writing the play.
Oh, I love it. It's so cliche!
But first, I'll need to find out more about Friar Serra and Porto.
[Hisses]
Huh?
Hmm. That's weird.
Hello? Anybody there?
Hello?
Oh!
[Grunts] My glasses!
[Roars]
Aah!
- [Roaring] - [Grunting]
[Screams]
[Panting]
Whoa! Oh!
[Both grunt]
- Aah! - [Growls]
No. Stay away!
I should never have transferred my dead wife's brain
into an earthworm!
Kiss me, darling. Mmm.
No! No!
Notice my acting technique here.
I'm still in love with her, yet repulsed.
[Chewing and grunting]
Hey, Velma, move.
Velma, you all right?
Poor girl looks like she's seen a ghost.
Try mummy.
Mummy?
I think I know why Doogle and Mr. Lefranc ran away.
My dear woman, why didn't you tell me
this production was plagued by a mummy?
I didn't know Mr. Lefranc and Doogle were telling the truth!
I thought they were making it all up
to get out of the production
because I wasn't paying them enough.
Wait. You were paying them?
Well, I am done with this charade.
But we're already sold out!
We're having churros shipped in special.
The newspaper's even sending over their best critic
Valdesh Helgenjew.
Helgenjew?
Oh, no. Not him!
Like, who's Helgenjew?
The Norwegian me.
We used to go up for the same parts.
He hates me because I always got the roles over him.
Oh, he'll savage me!
He'll tear me apart!
No, he won't. You're Vincent van Ghoul!
You can do this!
But... the mummy...
Don't worry, Mr. van Ghoul.
Mystery, incorporated is on the case.
If there is a mummy friar, we'll get to the bottom of it.
- You mean it? - Oh, it's on.
That must be the case that used to hold
Friar Serra's mummified body.
But where did it go?
I wonder what this is.
[Sniffs]
Eww.
Appears organic.
It's over here, too.
It's on all of these Burlington library crates.
Hey, Daph, maybe you could use some of this stuff
to make a Friar Serra costume for Shaggy.
- [Roars] - Hyah!
[Grunts and groans]
Wow. That was anticlimactic.
[Groans]
Doogle McGinnis?
- You're the mummy? - Of course not!
I just wanted to get my costume back.
It was custom-made to hide my inherited buttocks dysplasia.
Where's Mr. Lefranc?
Who knows? He's disappeared.
And what were you all talking about?
Why would Shaggy need a Friar Serra costume?
Since you and Mr. Lefranc left,
we're helping Vincent van Ghoul put on the play without you.
Shaggy Rogers is playing my role?
I am the finest actor in Crystal Cove!
I cannot be replaced!
If you do this play, you're doomed.
Everybody, listen to me.
The city, she is, like, uh, falling into the sea.
Come with us if you want to live.
Uh, I'm a donkey?
Boo!
Back to work, Avocados!
Don't worry. Ridicule is all a part of the craft.
Like, right now, I'm more interested in craft services.
What do you say, Scoob? Break time?
Yeah. Yum!
I'm doomed.
Yes, you are! [Laughs]
Avocados!
[Munching]
You find anything?
Just a ham in a friar's costume
who doesn't want the show to go on.
Ah. Hmm?
Read my mind, buddy. Hoo-hoo!
It doesn't make sense.
Why would Doogle sabotage this show?
Huh?
Now what?
You must not evoke the memory of Nibiru!
The telling of the story must never be heard!
He will feed on it.
Nibiru will grow stronger,
and you will never be able to stop him!
[Screaming]
- Aah! - [All grunt]
Danger! You are all in horrible danger!
[Screams]
[Laughs]
Aah!
You will never be able to stop him!
[Growls]
[Groans]
Like, what just happened?
This time, I have no idea.
Hey, remember Doogle McGinnis did say we were doomed
if we tried to do the play.
No. It's that critic Valdesh Helgenjew.
He's out to ruin me once and for all.
What about Mr. Lefranc?
Nobody's seen him since the initial attack.
One thing's for sure—
if we're going to get to the bottom of this,
the show must go on!
Huh? [Whimpering]
[Braying]
[Both braying]
[Groans]
Hmm. There he is, Helgenjew.
Oh, I'm so nervous, I think I'm going to tinkle.
No time. You guys are on in 5 minutes.
[Cheering and applause]
Now, the hour has come to be.
The earth and ocean don't agree.
The fault has split. Here comes the flood
to destructify y'all's neighborho'd.
No time to run. There's only panic
while the mission falls into the Atlantic.
It's the pacific, you hack!
- [Laughter] - Um, uh, ummm...
[Laughter] [Dance music playing]
♪ So, like, we're sinking
♪ into the sea ♪
♪ because I'm Porto, a super donkey! ♪
♪ the earthquake's like a sieve ♪
♪ so come with me if you want to live ♪
Uh...
♪ Like, the only ones to save you are my donkey and me ♪
[Clicks] [Buzzing]
[All gasp]
[Crowd murmurs]
[Growls]
I warned you not to tell my story.
[Growling]
[Hisses]
[All gasp]
[Growling] [Screaming]
Look out! Aah!
[Whimpers and laughs]
[Growling]
[Grunts]
[Panting] Oh!
- Aah! Take that! - Hey!
[Growling]
[Screaming]
[Both gasp]
Whoa! Oh!
- [Crowd gasps] - Oh!
[Snarling]
[Crowd gasps and murmurs]
[Panting]
Churro!
[Choking]
- Now! - [Grunts]
[Grunting]
[Groans]
[Cheering and applause]
Now, let's see who this ghostly monk really is.
George Avocados?
That's Avac— Ah. Oh, forget it.
That's right, it is me.
Yes! Finally! I knew you'd be the villain eventually.
All right, you got me. And I suppose you're wondering,
after so many prior misdirects, why now.
Actually, no. Not really.
We kind of always knew you were evil.
Hmmph! OK, fine. Then my tale should not surprise.
It all began after I failed in politics.
I had no choice but to go into the family business—
farming avocados.
Everything was going so well
until you mystery brats blew up my crops.
I then tried my hand at fortune telling.
But when that endeavor failed...
I fell back on the Avacados legacy
of stealing other people's things.
I located the Avacados diamond, stolen by my father.
Turns out, it actually was disguised as a door knob—
not on a door in Crystal Cove,
but on a door at the Burlington library.
When I found out it was among the artifacts
sent here for the production.
I took a job as a janitor.
I needed everyone to stay clear of the basement
to give me time to look.
I hid the body of Friar Serra in a closet
and assumed his identity.
Knowing this town's gullibility,
I knew a ghost story would give me room to hunt.
And I would have succeeded, too,
if it weren't for Vincent van Ghoul.
Moi?
So the brown residue that was left behind...
That's right. Guacamole!
Now, I want my diamond!
Let me see something.
This crystal is the diamond!
But, like, hold on. If you were the friar,
how did you appear at the rehearsals?
I didn't. I assumed that was
you meddling kids trying to trick me into revealing myself.
Huh?
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Oh! Here comes Helgenjew.
I'm ruined! [Whimpers]
[Groans]
That was the single greatest piece
of absurdist meta theater that I have ever witnessed.
- Oh! - Oh, thank you, sir.
You know, it came to me in a flash,
an inspiration, touched by the muse...
[Continues indistinctly]
Well, gang, I think we can put this mystery to bed.
[Laughs] Like, yeah.
And I can't wait to get all this stuff put away
so we can go celebrate...
At the clam cabin!
What the what?
That's weird.
How'd he get back in there?
Hoohoo! No, no. Like, let's not wait around to find out.
[Clicks] Huh?
You are still in danger.
The story of Crystal Cove is a lie.
The donkey never tried to help save the town,
but to destroy it.
There were 4 of us and Porto in the Fraternitas Mysterium,
a group of mystery-solving friars.
We encountered a conquistador.
He told us a tale of great evil
before his madness got the best of him.
And he vanished in the night.
He left behind two oddly-marked disc pieces.
We quickly became obsessed with the pieces.
We realized that there was an evil at work.
We attempted to destroy the pieces
to rid us, and the town, of evil.
But the evil would not allow us.
[Thunder]
The evil manipulated Porto.
Porto set out to destroy the town.
We chased Porto to the alligator-infested swamps outside of town.
Porto was dragged away by the alligators,
but not before I was able to retrieve the one piece he took.
The other piece, thankfully,
was lost at the bottom of the ocean
when Crystal Cove sank into the sea.
It was up to me, now, to hide the last piece.
Beware.
Nibiru is coming.
This has all happened before.
It begins with the animal,
always the animal.
Heed the warning of the alligators.
The dog dies.
[Gulps] The dog dies?
Is he talking about me?
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com