- THAT'S THE LAST NET.
CAN WE GO HOME NOW, DYLAN?
- COME ON, BRENDA.
I PROMISED THE TRICKELL'S TRIQUID PEOPLE
WE'D DO A GOOD JOB SETTING UP FOR THE TOURNAMENT.
- UCCH. I'M BORED AND SWEATY.
I HATE MANUAL LABOR.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR A TIME WHEN ROBOTS DO EVERYTHING FOR US.
- HERE. I BROUGHT SOME WATER.
- EWW. I DON'T WANT ANY OF THAT FATTY-FAT WATER.
I WANT TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
- TRICKELL'S TRIQUID IS WATER.
- [SCOFFS] UM, NO.
IT'S 100% DIET MOISTURE.
YOU WANT ME TO LOOK GOOD IN MY BATHING SUIT, DON'T YOU?
- MAN, YOU ARE IN A CRABBY MOOD.
- PLEASE. YOU WANNA SEE CRABBY,
I'LL SHOW YOU--
- [ROARS] - MAN CRAB!
[SCREAMING]
- HA HA HA HA! BREN, WHERE'S YOU GET THAT,
THE GIANT FAKE CRAB PARTS EMPORIUM?
- AAH!
UHH! UHH! IT'S REAL!
HELP ME!
AAH!
- AH, NICE TRY.
WHAT'D YOU DO, DIG A BIG HOLE UNDER THE SAND?
- DYLAN!
- BRAVO. I'LL BITE.
YOU GOT AN AIR TANK UNDER THERE?
[POOF]
BRENDA?
COME ON. STOP JOKIN'.
BREN?
[GURGLE]
- [ROARS] - AAH!
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- SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!
[SEABIRDS CALLING]
- HEY, THIS IS K-GHOUL'S ANGEL DYNAMITE,
LIVE FROM THE CRYSTAL COVE GIRLS VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT,
SPONSORED BY TRICKELL'S TRIQUID,
WHAT MOTHER NATURE DRINKS WHEN SHE DOESN'T WANNA LOOK FAT.
- OH, BOY. LIKE, WHAT A CROWD.
I HOPE THEY SAVED US SOME FOOD, SCOOB.
- YEAH. - TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
TRICKELL'S TRIQUID HERE.
THE NONFAT LIQUID DIET NO-CALORIE GLUTEN-FREE MOISTURE SUPPLEMENT,
NOW IN WET AND EXTRA-WET.
- BLAH. LIKE, WE WANT SOME REAL FOOD, RIGHT, SCOOBY-DOO?
- UH-HUH, LIKE THAT.
- UGH. NOT THAT PLACE.
THAT GUY'S A FREAK.
- NO. LIKE, HE'S TOTALLY COOL.
JUST DON'T MENTION HIS NOSE.
- HEY THERE, CAPPY.
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OLD SNIFFER?
- WHAT HAPPENED?!
I'LL TELL YE, BOYO.
THAT WAS A CLAM THAT TOOK IT.
FIERCE AND MIGHTY WAS HE,
AND REDUCED ME TO WEARIN' FACIAL UNDERWEAR, HE DID.
BUT I'LL FIND HIM,
AND I WON'T STOP SHUCKING TILL I DO.
UNDERSTAND?
- [SWALLOWS]
- YES, SIR, CAPTAIN ADMIRAL, SIR.
- IT'S SKIPPER, SKIPPER SHELTON,
CLAM HUNTER AND WAFFLE GRIDDLER.
SO, WHAT'LL IT BE, SKINNY SHANKS?
- I'LL TAKE AN EXTRA LARGE, PLEASE.
- [CLEARS THROAT]
DIDN'T WE AGREE
THAT YOU WOULD CUT OUT THE JUNK FOOD?
- I SHOULD, LIKE, TOTALLY EAT SOMETHING HEALTHIER.
- BUT--BUT--BUT--HUH?
- WHAT ABOUT YOU, WOLFIE?
IS IT A CONE STUFFED WITH THE FRUITS OF THE SEA,
OR ARE YE AFRAID?
- AYE, AYE, SKIPPER.
NO FEAR. 2 CONES HERE.
[CHUCKLES]
- MMM. THOSE LOOK GOOD.
A BIG SALTY CLAM WOULD SURE GO GREAT WITH THIS HEAT.
YOU WANT ONE, DAPH?
- NO! FRED, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN I GET NEAR SEAFOOD.
YOU REMEMBER MY SISTER'S WEDDING.
[GURGLING]
I WAS SO SWOLLEN
I COULDN'T EVEN FIT IN THE BRIDAL AIRLOCK.
- HEY, DON'T WORRY, DAPH.
THOSE CLAMS AREN'T CLOSE ENOUGH TO CAUSE YOU ANY TROUBLE.
HEY, SKIPPER, DIDN'T YOUR CABIN USED TO BE OVER THERE,
WHERE THE VOLLEYBALL COURTS ARE?
- AYE! EVERY TIME THE TOWN HAS AN EVENT ON THE BEACH,
THEY MOVE ME BUSINESS.
BLAST YE, CITY COUNCIL! ARRH!
EHH!
I NEED A CLAMMIN' BREAK.
WATCH ME CABIN.
- [SIGHS, SLURPS]
- COME ON. LET'S GET OUR SEATS FOR THE FIRST MATCH.
- [GROWLS]
- AW, COME ON, VELMA.
CAN'T I EVEN LOOK?
- WAIT FOR ME.
[BIRD CALLS]
[SQUWAKS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
- HMM.
- GREAT GAME, HUH?
- YEAH, GREAT.
- YOU KNOW, WE'RE STILL CLOSE TO THE WATER.
ALL KINDS OF FISH IN THERE.
- YEP. THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL.
- THE GIRLS?!
- NO. TH-THE NETS.
- NETS?
- I WONDER WHAT THEIR TENSILE STRENGTH IS.
THEY'RE NYLON,
ABSOLUTELY PERFECT FOR TRAPS.
- [SIGHS]
FEEL LIKE GOING FOR A WALK?
- NO ONE HERE'S GOING TO MISS US.
[CROWD GASPS]
- SCOOBY-DOO, IS THAT YOUR STOMACH?
- UH-UH, NOT MY STOMACH.
- [GASPS]
- [ROARS]
- [SCREAMING]
- IS THAT A CRAB, OR IS IT A MAN?
- LIKE, IT'S A--A MAB.
UM, A--A CRAN.
- I-IT'S A MAN CRAB.
- [ROARING]
- [GASPS]
- [SCREAMING]
- HYAH!
- [ECHOING ROAR]
- [SCREAMING]
- WE CAN'T LET THAT THING GET AWAY.
- SURE WE CAN, FRED.
ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS STAND RIGHT HERE.
- YEAH, STAND RIGHT HERE.
- YIKES! - YIKES!
- [ROARS]
- HUH?
WHAT?
THEY'RE GONE?
- AND THEN IT KIND OF WENT, LIKE, ERRH.
AND THEN YEESH AND THEN--
LIKE, DUDE, IT HAD HUGE CLAWS.
- AND WEIRD EYES, LIKE THIS.
[GURGLES]
- SHERIFF STONE, YOU HAVE TO CLOSE THE BEACH.
- THE BEACH STAYS OPEN.
HI. PETER TRICKELL, PRESIDENT OF TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
- YOU CAN'T JUST IGNORE A GIANT CRUSTACEAN ATTACKING YOUR TOURNAMENT.
- HA! CLEARLY YOU NEVER WENT TO BUSINESS SCHOOL.
YOUNG LADY, NO ONE'S SURE WHAT THEY SAW.
COULD HAVE BEEN A MAN CRAB.
COULD HAVE BEEN A MAN LOBSTER.
COULD HAVE ALSO BEEN A REALLY UGLY, OUT-OF-SHAPE PERSON
WHO SHOULD PROBABLY BE DRINKING TRICKELL'S TRIQUID.
- WELL, IT'S PRETTY CLEAR TO ME THAT SOMETHIN' DID HAPPEN HERE,
AND, UH...
THERE'S NOTHIN' I CAN DO ABOUT IT.
- BUT, SHERIFF--
- HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
WE'RE NOT SET UP FOR THIS.
OUR MOTTO IS TO SERVE AND PROTECT,
NOT TO SERVE AND PROTECT FROM MAN CRABS.
- WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, DON'T YOU?
- WE RESPECT AUTHORITY,
GO BACK HOME, AND FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED.
- IT MEANS WE INVESTIGATE.
- I WAS AFRAID YOU'D SAY THAT. HOO HOO.
- I THINK OUR INVESTIGATION'S OFF TO A GOOD START.
- A LOCKER SPILLING SAND?
- BUT LOOK WHOSE IT IS.
- SKIPPER SHELTON.
- AND WHO WASN'T AROUND WHEN THE MAN CRAB GRABBED THAT GIRL?
- HE'S SO ANGRY AT THE CITY FOR MOVING HIS CABIN,
HE HAS A PERFECT MOTIVE FOR RUINING THE TOURNAMENT.
- WHAT WE NEED IS A TRAP FOR THE MAN CRAB, RIGHT, FRED?
- ACTUALLY, WHAT I WAS THINKING IS...
WE NEED A TRAP FOR THE MAN CRAB.
- HUMPH. GOOD PLAN.
- THANKS!
DAPHNE, YOU USED TO PLAY A LITTLE VOLLEYBALL
BACK IN THE DAY, DIDN'T YOU?
- WELL, I WOULDN'T EXACTLY SAY, "PLAY."
OOF!
AHH!
- YOU'LL BE PERFECT BAIT.
I MEAN, WHAT MAN CRAB WOULDN'T WANT
TO DRAG YOU BENEATH THE SAND?
- OH, FREDDIE, THAT'S SO SWEET.
SORT OF.
- YOU KNOW, SCOOB, BEFORE ALL THIS STARTED,
I REALLY LOVED CRAB.
CRAB BRÛLÉE.
- CRABARONI AND CHEESE.
- HOO HOO HOO.
CRABSICLES.
I CAN'T TALK ABOUT THIS.
I PROMISED VELMA.
I MEAN--AHEM. YOU KNOW.
I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I WOULD EAT MORE HEALTHY.
- LOOKOUT TIME'S OVER, GUYS.
COME SEE WHAT I MADE.
- HERE'S THE PLAN.
DAPHNE WILL RUN ACROSS THE SAND TO HERE,
WHERE THE MAN CRAB WILL STEP ON THIS PLUNGER,
AND WHEN HE DOES, A BIG LID WILL SPRING UP UNDER HIM AND DUMP HIM INTO THAT POT.
- LIKE, WHERE'S DAPHNE, ANYWAYS? THE MATCH IS ABOUT TO START,
AND SCOOB AND I HAVE TO GET BACK TO KEEPING AN EYE ON THE CLAM CONES.
- [GROWLS]
- I MEAN THE SKIPPER.
- I'LL GO GET HER.
- [GURGLING]
- [GRUNTS]
- WOW. WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS?
- EH, WHAT? THIS OLD THING?
I'VE HAD IT FOREVER.
I JUST WANNA DO A GOOD JOB.
WOULD YOU RUB OIL ON MY BACK?
FRED LIKES SHINY THINGS, AND I'M TIRED OF HIM LOOKING AT NETS.
- HEY, DAPHNE, LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING.
IF YOU LIKED A BOY--
- [GASPS] WHO TOLD YOU? WAS IT ONE OF MY SISTERS?
DAWN. HEH. SHE THINKS SHE'S SO PERFECT.
WELL, WHAT NO ONE KNOWS IS SHE HAS A SIXTH TOE ON HER--
- UH, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
- I--CLEARLY NOT WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT.
- WELL, I MEAN, I'M JUST WONDERING.
DO BOYS LIKE IT WHEN YOU TELL THEM WHAT TO DO?
- HEH. OF COURSE THEY DO. WITHOUT MY MOM AROUND,
I DON'T EVEN THINK MY DAD COULD FEED HIMSELF.
I REMEMBER SHE WENT AWAY ONCE, AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK,
WE FOUND MY DAD HALF-NAKED AND SUCKING ON AN UNOPENED CAN OF SOUP.
WHY?
- WELL...
I'M JUST WORKING ON A SCIENCE PAPER.
THAT'S ALL. UHH!
- DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?
MAKE SURE YOU GET ME BETWEEN THE SHOULDER BLADES, OK?
WHEN I BURN THERE, IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A HUNCHBACK.
[GASPS] HEY. THAT'S A LITTLE MUCH, DON'T YOU THI--
- [ROARS] - AAH!
HELP!
- NO SKIPPER SHELTON,
BUT, MAN, DO THOSE CLAMS SMELL GOOD.
- GO FOR IT. I WON'T TELL VELMA.
- OH. WELL, I GUESS ONE DELICIOUS, CHEWY, BRINY, DOUGHY TREAT
CAN'T HURT THAT MUCH. HO HO HO.
[CLICK]
HUH?
EEE!
- [ROARING] - [SCREAMING]
THE TRAP. WHERE'S THE TRAP?
- LIKE, HELP.
- AAH! AAH!
- DAPHNE!
- FRED! FRED!
- DAPHNE! DAPHNE!
- WHAT HAPPENED?
SOMETHING THAT SMELLED LIKE DRAWN BUTTER THREW ME IN THE VAN.
- IT WAS THE MAN CRAB.
[GASPS] HE TOOK DAPHNE. [PANTING]
- FRED, JUST CALM DOWN. WE'LL GET HER BACK.
- WE HAVE TO, VELMA.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO,
A-AND SHE WAS SO SHINY.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[FRED PANTING]
- HE'S BEEN DIGGING LIKE THAT SINCE WE LOST DAPHNE.
THERE'S NOTHING BUT TORN CARPET ALL OVER THE BACK OF THE MYSTERY MACHINE.
- LIKE, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.
- IF I NEVER TRIED TO BE HEALTHY,
DAPHNE WOULD BE ALL RIGHT.
SCOOBY-DOO, MORE.
- [GROANS]
- SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE A PLAN.
[PANTS] WHY ISN'T ANYONE MAKING A PLAN?
- THAT'S USUALLY YOU, FRED.
- YOU'RE RIGHT. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
- UH, I'LL GET IT.
HUH?
UH--YII!
MR. E.
JINKIES. GET A LOAD OF THIS.
THIS ARTICLE'S FROM YEARS AGO.
IT SAYS 4 KIDS DISAPPEARED EXPLORING THE CRYSTAL COVE CAVERNS.
- LET ME SEE THAT.
- IS SOMETHING WRONG, ANGEL?
DO YOU KNOW THEM?
- NO.
SORRY. IT'S NOTHING.
- ZOINKS. LIKE, IT LOOKS LIKE THE ARTICLE COMES WITH A SOUNDTRACK.
[MUSIC PLAYS WITH BUMPS AND SCRATCHES]
- IT'S NOT WORKING.
- IT'S AN 8-TRACK, FREDDIE.
OLD SCHOOL, BABY.
- HELLO, CHILDREN.
IF YOU'VE READ THE ARTICLE,
YOU KNOW THIS VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT ISN'T THE FIRST TIME
KIDS HAVE DISAPPEARED FROM CRYSTAL COVE.
WORTH RESEARCHING, DON'T YOU THINK?
- WELCOME TO WHERE THE LIBRARY KEEPS
ITS OLD NEWSPAPER ARTICLES. THEY CALL IT THE MORGUE.
- THE MORGUE? LIKE, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO CALL IT THAT? HOO HOO.
- YEAH. THEY'RE OLD ARTICLES, NOT DEAD.
- THERE'S A BOOK OVER HERE.
DAPHNE READ A BOOK ONCE.
AND THIS CHAIR. DAPHNE LIKED TO SIT IN CHAIRS.
THAT CARD CATALOG OVER THERE--
- NOT HELPING, FRED.
- I KNOW. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME?
- HMM. HERE'S A PIECE ON THE FOUNDING OF TRICKELL'S TRIQUID,
AND HERE'S ONE ABOUT THE CITY MOVING THE CLAM CABIN
THE YEAR THOSE KIDS VANISHED.
LISTEN TO THIS.
SKIPPER THREATENED THE WHOLE TOWN.
HE SWORE HE'D TAKE DRASTIC ACTION.
- DAPHNE WAS DRASTICALLY TAKEN.
- HEY, IS THIS THE REST OF THAT ARTICLE THAT MR. E SENT US?
- YEAH, AND CHECK THIS OUT.
IT SAYS THE CRYSTAL COVE CAVERNS RUN UNDER THE BEACH
WHERE THE VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT IS BEING PLAYED.
- [GULPS] LIKE, I KNOW THAT LOOK, AND IT'S NEVER GOOD. HOO HOO.
[SHUDDERS]
YAH!
- [SNARL]
- [GASPS]
[STAMMERS]
- WHEW.
HUH?
[BABBLES]
- LIKE, GUYS, I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING.
- WHAT KIND OF CRAB MONSTER WOULD NEED STAIRS
TO CLIMB UP INTO THE VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT?
- ONE THAT'S VERY INDUSTRIOUS AND HAS A DEGREE IN ENGINEERING.
- THE ANSWER IS "NO CRAB MONSTER."
- I DON'T CARE WHO DID IT. I JUST WANT DAPHNE BACK.
Daphne: FRED, IS THAT YOU?
- NOW I HEAR HER VOICE EVERYWHERE.
AND HER VOICE SOUNDS AS SWEET AND AS PERFECT
AS A TRAP SNAPPING SHUT ON A CRIMINAL.
DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
- COME ON!
- HELP!
- DAPHNE!
- FRED! OH, FRED!
THANK GOODNESS.
- I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE--
HEY, THIS IS A NICE CAGE.
- [GROANS]
[PRISONERS YELL]
- LET'S GET BACK TO THE SURFACE BEFORE--AAH!
- [ROARS]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Fred: RUN.
- YAAH!
[ALL SCREAMING]
- RUN, SCOOB!
- WHERE IS EVERYBODY?
- LIKE, MAYBE THEY GOT EATEN BY A MAN CRAB.
- [ROARS]
- [SCREAMING]
- [SNIFFS] SCOOBY-DOO, DO YOU SMELL WHAT I SMELL?
- [SNIFFS]
SKIPPER SHELTON'S CLAM CONES.
- LIKE, FOLLOW THE SCENT OF THAT SYRUPY GOODNESS.
THAT'S THE WAY OUT OF HERE, SCOOBY-DOO.
RUN, SCOOB!
- WE'LL GO OUT THE WAY WE CAME IN.
- EHH! PUSH!
GIVE ME ALL YOUR PAW.
- [SCREAMING]
- [ROARS]
- I TOLD YOU THAT WOULD JUST MAKE HIM ANGRIER.
WAAH!
- [ROARS]
[SNARLING]
- YIKES!
YEE-HEH-HOO-HOO!
- HEE HEE HEE HEE!
- LIKE, WE GOT HIM.
- GOOD GOING.
BUT HOW DID YOU FIND YOUR WAY OUT?
- [SNIFFS] CLAM CONES.
- YOU WERE SAVED BY JUNK FOOD?
- LIKE, WHAT CAN I SAY?
JUNK FOOD AND ME HAVE A VERY SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP.
- MAYBE I SHOULD ASK IT FOR ADVICE.
- SPEAKING OF CLAM CONES,
I SEE SKIPPER SHELTON ISN'T AROUND AGAIN.
OR ARE YOU, SKIPPER?
- AH, BACK FROM THE LAUNDROMAT, I AM,
AND ONCE MORE DOES ME NOSE HAMMOCK SMELL FRESH AS THE MORNIN' TIDE.
- WAIT. IF YOU'RE NOT THE MAN CRAB, THEN WHO--
- EVERYONE, MEET BUD SHELTON.
- WHO? - WHO?
- THE TRICKELL'S TRIQUID MASCOT.
- AND THE INVENTOR, NOT THAT DIRTBALL TRICKELL.
- LIKE, HOW DID YOU KNOW, VELMA?
- I KNEW IT WASN'T A REAL CRAB,
BECAUSE DAPHNE NEVER GOT ALLERGIC WHEN SHE WAS AROUND IT.
PLUS WHEN I SAW THE MOLE PATTERN
ON THE CHEEK OF THE MAN NEXT TO TRICKELL IN THE NEWSPAPER,
I REMEMERED THE SAME PATTERN ON THE MASCOT.
- HE TOOK THE CREDIT FOR MY CREATION.
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CALLED BUD'S BLOOSH.
I WAS STILL WORKING ON THE NAME.
I SPENT COUNTLESS HOURS MAKING THE MAN-CRAB COSTUME
AND EVEN MORE TIME BUILDING MY SYSTEM OF TRAPDOORS
AND THE STAIRS UNDER THE BEACH.
AND IN CASE ANYONE CAME SNOOPING IN BETWEEN KIDNAPPINGS,
I HID MY COSTUME IN A LOCKER BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD IT,
PUTTING A LABEL WITH SKIPPER'S NAME ON IT OVER THE REAL LABEL
SO IF ANYONE FOUND IT, THEY'D BLAME HIM.
- ALL THAT WORK JUST TO GET BACK AT MR. TRICKELL?
WOULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN EASIER AND MORE LEGAL TO SUE HIM?
- ARE YOU KIDDING?
LAWYERS TAKE FOREVER.
I WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED, TOO,
IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU MEDDLING BRATS
PROBING INTO MY CRUSTACEAN-THEMED REVENGE SCHEME.
- WELL, ALMOST DOESN'T SHUCK THE CLAM,
DOES IT, WOLFIE?
[BOTH LAUGH]
- I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
[CHEWING]
- SO, FRED, VELMA SAID YOU WERE KIND OF OUT OF SORTS WHEN I GOT KIDNAPPED.
- YEAH, THAT. WELL...
I THINK IT'S SWEET.
- REALLY? OH, THAT'S SO GREAT.
I WAS AFRAID IT MIGHT MESS UP OUR FRIENDSHIP.
DON'T WORRY. I WILL NEVER HAVE FEELINGS AGAIN.
- HMM. WE'LL SEE.
SO, VELMA, DID I MISS ANYTHING ELSE WHILE I WAS GONE?
- ACTUALLY, YEAH.
- [GASPS]
- WHAT--LIKE, WHAT IS IT, DAPH?
- THE LOCKET I FOUND,
THE ONE WITH THE PICTURE OF BOY AND GIRL INSIDE,
IT'S THEM.
- JINKIES. I GUESS WE'VE GOT
A NEW MYSTERY ON OUR HANDS.
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