[theme music]
Let's hope old Neptune has been kind
to us this time.
Huh?
Salty scallops, empty again!
I hate to say it
but our only choice now is..
...Dead Man's Point.
[gasps] But isn't Dead Man's Point haunted?
Aye, it is what they say
and we probably won't come back alive.
But don't forget, we're fishermen.
We do stupid things all the time.
[gulps]
[wind howling]
This fog is thicker than sea poop.
[laughing]
Always slays me, sea poop.
Now that's more like it.
Huh?
[whimpering]
What in the world?
Unh!
[hissing]
- Huh? - Huh?
[roaring]
Aah!
'The legend is true!'
Fish freaks!
- Aah! - Aah!
[roaring]
We're doomed!
[screaming]
[theme music]
Scooby-dooby-doo.
[birds chirping]
[instrumental music]
(Daphne) 'I love the haunted museum when it's empty.'
It reminds me so much of us.
Oh, look, Flimflam.
Remember him, Freddie?
You forget, I was away that year.
I spent the summer tied up at trapping camp.
Heh! Get it?
Tied up, trapping camp?
Oh, so tragic.
25 to life is a long stretch
even for a pre-teen con artist.
Wow, I haven't seen--
Look away, Daphne.
We all promised each other that we would never
speak of him, not ever.
[owl hooting]
The manager says this is the last main course
platter for you guys.
But, like, this is your "All you can gorge night."
You have to keep feeding us.
Yeah, that's right.
"All you can gorge"
only applies to amateur diners.
You guys are pros.
Well, she's got us there, Scoob.
You want to know how we do it
Miss Vampire waitress?
I'll bite.
Like, we call it the all gulp
no air eating technique.
By building our lung capacity
we can hold our breath and literally inhale
as much food, as we want.
Show her, Scooby Doo.
[inhales]
You two have way too much free time.
Hey out there, mystery lovers.
Velma here.
No mysteries to report.
Just another Friday night.
I'm by myself, as usual
and you know what?
That's okay.
What's so bad about sitting in your room
alone on a Friday night?
[cracking]
[beeps]
"Dear, Mystery Incorporated.
"Have you looked into the case of the missing
"sardine boat that disappeared off Dead Man's Point?
"I think it might have something to do
"with the haunted oil platform in the area.
"Signed, Anonymous."
Jinkies.
A mystery.
[phone ringing]
Hello, Daphne?
Velma.
Just got a tip on our web page.
Apparently a sardine boat disappeared.
What? Well..
...I guess it can wait.
Yes, I know you're in love with Fred.
Velma, I'm so in love.
[line ringing]
Scooby? Velma.
Put Shaggy on.
Because you're almost impossible
to understand on a phone.
Shaggy? Velma.
I've got a mystery for us.
This boat disappeared.
What do you mean you can't come?
Dessert?
But you can have jellied eyeball cobbler any..
Hello?
He hung up on me.
They don't want to help me?
Fine, I'll do it myself.
'I hope Daphne doesn't mind me'
'borrowing her family's expensive boat.'
Great, it's gonna be impossible
to find any clues in this fog.
♪ My song fills your heart ♪
[gasps]
♪ From the depths of the sea ♪
♪ Please listen and learn ♪
♪ All you can learn from me ♪
♪ Hmm hmm hmm ♪
♪ Hah hah ha ♪♪
Uh, who's there?
(female #1) 'A friend, Velma.'
How do you know my name?
'I know much about you and Mystery Incorporated.'
'For example..'
'...I know you struggle with being smarter than everyone.'
'Think that you have a neck waddle'
'which is why you always wear a turtleneck.'
'You were dumped by your boyfriend for a dog.'
Okay, you know me.
A mermaid?
I am the source of the anonymous tip
that brought you out here.
Merfolk have the internet?
Wait, what am I saying.
This is biologically impossible.
Please, Velma.
I have nowhere else to turn.
I'm all alone.
I think you can understand that.
Crystal Cove is in danger.
They're coming for me.
Run, Velma, or they'll get you, too.
Wait, I don't even know your name.
It's Amy. I'm a friend, Velma.
'You have to trust me.'
[engine chugging]
[gasps]
[roars]
[intense music]
[screams]
[roars]
Oh.
[growls]
(Daphne) 'A haunted oil platform.'
'A missing sardine boats.'
Fish freaks?
That's really scary.
Tell me about it.
Yeah, like, if I wore boots
I'd be shaking in 'em.
Mr. E's usually the only one we get tips from.
This could be some kind of trap.
You have no idea who the tipster is, Velma?
Uh, no, none.
Hopefully, Skipper Shelton can clue us in
on all that other stuff.
A missing sardine boat, eh?
Well, the only one that fishes these waters
is run by my brother Skipper Shelton.
There are two Skipper Shelton's?
Besides myself
there are five Skipper Shelton's.
All siblings of mine.
A sardiner
a shrimper
a manta-rayer
a kelper
and sea-dragoner.
But we don't talk about him, right, wolfie?
[laughs]
I have no idea what he's talking about.
As far as haunted oil platforms
and fish freaks go, hah
that's a bunch of crazy sea tales.
But--
The next thing you'll be telling me
is that mermaids really exist.
[laughs]
'We wouldn't go that far.'
[growling]
Haunted oil platforms
and fish freaks?
What will those crazy kids come up with next?
[growling]
What in the seven seas is making that racket?
[growling]
[roars]
Come on, where are you?
[knock on door]
[gasps] Amy?
How did you get here
all the way from the ocean?
It wasn't easy.
The last few yards, the neighborhood cats
were stalking me something fierce.
[computer beeps] Uh.
One second, Amy. I gotta log off.
See you all later.
A special friend just stopped by for a visit.
LOL.
Wow, you came all this way just to see me?
I had to.
Skipper Shelton has been
taken by the fish freaks.
What?
But we just left him.
I think they're headed for the oil platform.
Can you lead us out there?
Sure, I guess.
Great, I'll call the gang.
Velma, it's mom. Open up, honey.
I want to meet your special friend.
Uh, what special friend?
'The one you just wrote about on your blog.'
Mom, you're so nosy.
'Velma Dinkley, you open the door this instant.'
Uh, how am I going to explain
a mermaid in my room?
[grunting]
Good thing I have this key
I use to snoop around your room when you're not here.
Oh, dear. Did I just say that out loud?
You have no respect for my privacy.
Uh, Of course I don't.
You're a teenager.
[crash]
I told you, there's no one here.
Uh, see?
I told you.
(Fred) 'Well, your anonymous tip checks out, Velma.'
Skipper Shelton is nowhere to be found.
You know, babies.
I was wondering if this haunted oil platform
is the same one that used to be owned
back in the day by Destroido.
The company with all those terrible products?
That's the one.
They were going to start pumping oil a while back
until some scientist dude shut them down over some
uh, environmental heebedy-jeebedy stuff.
When was this?
About 20 years back.
I didn't know you lived here that long ago.
I didn't.
But, baby, I've always been interested
in the environmental heebedy-jeebedy stuff.
This story was real big back in the day
in all the papers.
Whoa!
Like, check this out, you guys.
Destroido's having a press conference tomorrow.
Might be worth paying them a visit.
Ladies and gentlemen of the press
and smelly activists in need of a shower.
Destroido is proud to announce our newest product
guaranteed to be a hot seller
until we start getting sued.
Gummy Dummies.
Fortified with extra lead.
'Gummy Dummies, the candy designed'
'to inhibit brain function'
'so you can relax in blissful ignorance.'
It comes in cherry, lime, and pork.
- Mmm, pork. - Mmm, pork.
What a terrible product.
That's Destroido for you.
I don't have any time for stupid questions.
So grab some free samples and get lost.
Ooh.
Mr. Machine, we'd like permission
to go out to your abandoned oil platform for..
...research purposes.
And I'd like to have a polka-dot princess pony
but mommy won't get me one.
Now beat it before I have you arrested
for trespassing.
Nice guy, isn't he?
Ernesto?
Hello again, Comrade Daphne.
We have missed you on the front lines
in our fight to take down the man.
Gang, you remember my radical idealist friend
Ernesto from Daryl college.
Yeah.
Hey, nice beret.
What size is your head?
I'm a 7 and 3/4, but I've got a head dimple
in the back that makes it almost impossible to get
a good snug fit, heh.
So...dude.
Like, what brings you here
besides obvious evil?
We are here to protect Gaia, mother earth
from despotic corporate overlords
like Destroido.
Go, Gaia.
(all) Go, Gaia!
Yeah.
Well, good luck with that.
Come on, you guys.
Just because Ed Machine said no
doesn't mean we have to listen to him.
I don't remember daddy's little boat
being so dinged up.
Look over there.
Way to go, Scooby.
I knew we'd find it eventually.
[door creaks]
[hook creaking]
[grunting]
Like, why couldn't we have come out here
when it was nice and sunny?
The problem with fog is you can't see
anything until it's..
- Aah! - Aah!
[whimpering]
Relax, you babies.
It's just an empty suit.
[chuckles]
We knew that.
Like, can we go now?
I don't know how this place could get any scarier.
I do.
[growling]
(all) Fish Freaks!
Wow, look at these knots.
The simplicity and the beauty.
These Fish Freaks have skills.
Like, what do they want with us?
What if they eat my brains?
It'll be a light meal.
But who are you?
Dr. Spike Cavanaugh.
I used to be Destroido's chief of geology.
You're the scientist Angel was talking about.
The Fish Freaks nabbed me a couple of weeks ago
forced me to help them.
Us, too.
They've been making me and me brother
work this rig like sea dogs.
What are they up to?
They're going to drill for oil
underneath this platform.
'Just like Destroido wanted to do years ago.'
'But the ground here is so unstable'
'that there's going to be a nasty oil spill'
'if anyone drills into it.'
I tried to warn them, but they just wheezed
at me and shuffled off.
Why would Fish Freaks
be interested in drilling for oil?
That, my canine friend
is the big greasy question.
[growling]
Zoinks.
Please, I'm begging you not to drill.
The oil will kill thousands of helpless sea creatures
which I think you kind of are, right?
[growling]
Oh, this is terrible.
We have to stop that drill.
Maybe I can help.
(all) 'A mermaid?'
Amy?
(all) Amy?
You know her?
Okay, yes.
She was my source.
But she's my secret special friend
so don't any of you think about stealing her.
That was awkward.
'Dr. Cavanaugh, where's the off switch'
'for that drill?'
[clears throat] Uh, it's on the drill.
That wasn't smart.
Yeah, I was never much of a details man.
Unfortunately, I damaged my tail
pretty bad dragging myself up
those steps or I'd go after it.
I recall you two bragging about how long
you can hold your breath.
Like, that only applies when
we're gulping massive amounts of chow.
Yeah, chow.
Shaggy.
Scooby.
But what about the Fish Freaks?
They're, like, down there.
That's the best part.
Once you turn off the drill
they'll chase you back up here
right into one of my traps.
Right. I get it.
Once again, we're bait.
(all) Exactly.
[intense music]
Couldn't we wait till the water warms up?
Get in the water.
Right.
[inhales]
Now, let's trap some Fish Freaks.
[roaring]
[gasping]
[roars]
♪ Take another step closer ♪
♪ For we still haven't met ♪
Now.
♪ Too bad you suckers ♪
♪ Now you're caught in my net ♪♪
Good job, Freddie.
Well, not one of my fancier traps
but, I think there's a certain beauty in its simplicity.
I would like to see who's been holding me
captive all this time.
Ernesto?
Hello, Comrade Daphne and her fellow comrade
mystery-solving teenagers.
But aren't you against all this
anti-environment stuff?
Funny you should ask.
It all started when we were doing a little
research into our old foe Destroido.
We were going through their trash when we ran across
some very interesting information.
Dr. Cavanaugh's report on this giant oil deposit
off Dead Man's Point.
We came up with a plan to make enough money
to fund our various protests.
We were gonna drill for the oil ourselves and sell it.
(Fred) You were doing this for cash?
(Ernesto) You have no idea
how expensive it is to be a grassroots activist.
After we found the location of the oil platform
all we had to do was scare off anyone
who started nosing into our business.
And we would have, too.
If that meddling mermaid had kept her fin
to herself and never contacted you.
Hold on.
Are you telling us that you were going
to cause a major environmental disaster
in order to get the cash to protest against
major environmental disasters?
Yes, you must be willing
to kill the environment to save it.
(all) Uh...no.
(all) I don't think that's right.
[siren wailing]
[gasps]
Hey, you're not..
...a mermaid.
Allow me to introduce my lovely wife, Amy Cavanaugh.
Ordinary human and professional commercial jingle singer.
That explains why your eerily
beautiful singing voice
made me want to put on deodorant.
[sighs]
Velma..
You lied to me, you acted like you were my friend
and I believed you.
I'm sorry, I came up with the mermaid character
out of desperation.
'I'd gone to the police to report that my husband'
'had been kidnapped by Fish Freaks.'
But they just laughed at me.
Then asked for directions to the oil platform
so they could add it as a stop to on
the Crystal Cove mystery tour.
I thought that if I could make it sound like
one of your mysteries, you'd help me rescue
my husband, and you did.
How do you even know about us?
I read your blog. I'm a fan.
Does that mean
you're going to stay in touch?
If you'd like to me to.
Well...whatever.
It's your decision.
But I wouldn't mind if you did.
As far as helping, it's what we do.
Our friend Angel also deserves a lot of credit.
She knew about Destroido's involvement
from some old newspaper articles.
That's how we made the connection.
Newspaper articles?
That's strange.
Destroido covered the whole thing up.
'The papers never even knew about it.'
Hmm.
[instrumental music]
Lordy, Velma!
Baby, you just about scared me
out of my skin-tight leather foxy pants.
What's with all the sneaking around?
You tell me.
What's that supposed to mean?
For the short amount of time
that you've been in Crystal Cove
you sure know a lot about
this town's mystery history.
Well, I'm just curious by nature.
Remember the heebedy-jeebedies?
Stop.
One of my big problems
on a list that's long and distinguished
is that despite my skeptical nature
'I trust people.'
'I want to see the best in them.'
Unfortunately, they usually let me down.
Things have been adding up for me, Angel.
The help you gave us on this oil platform mystery
the diary you provided for the mystery manor case
stuff that you shouldn't know and shouldn't have had
'no matter what the heebedy-jeebedy.'
What are you saying?
I'm saying Angel Dynamite isn't your real name.
I think your real name is Cassidy Williams
and you're one of the members of the original
Mystery Incorporated that vanished in the caves
beneath Crystal Cove.
Tell me, I'm wrong...friend.
[theme music]