Mm, yeah, Crystal Cove. That was the Rotten Brains with their single, Zombie Housewife Blues. I'm Angel Dynamite. And you're listening to K-Ghoul 101.4 on your AM dial. (Shaggy knocks the door) I was wondering when y'all was gonna show up. He's in the back.
(Angel opens door. Fred is lying down with his head on the record player) Fred? It's us. We're here for you. (sits down next to him. Scooby Doo licks his hair)
It's no use, gang. I was the one who stole the body and Professor Raffalo paid the price. I should have listened to my dad and stayed out of any new mysteries.
We all helped steal the body, Fred.
Well, I actually never took... (Velma elbows him in the ribs) Ow! Okay, fine. Yes, we all took part, Freddie.
Fred Jones, you've never backed away from a mystery in your life.
Man up, Fred. We still have our first clue, the cocoon. I brought a sample... (Scooby is eating the slime from the cocoon) Scooby, what are you doing?
What? It's Ruitmeir's! Yummy! (Starts eating again)
Check it out. If that dog mutates, I'm putting it down. Dig?
Like, hold on, I think I get it. (walks over and tastes the slime)
DFDaphne, Fred, Velma, Angel
Ew!
No, you guys, it's Fruitmeir's. The cocoon is made of the same stuff as Fruitmeir's Dessert.
DFDaphne, Fred, Velma, Angel
What? (They all get up and taste it)
They're right. But if the cocoon is made of Fruitmeir's Dessert...
That means if we capture the monster, we can have our own shop. And we can have an endless supply of Fruitmeir's Dessert. Oh, boy.
No. It means that that Slime Mutant may not be a monster at all. What do we know about Franklin Fruitmeir?
Franklin Fruitmeir. Showed up in town out of nowhere two months ago. Before that, nothing. He's hiring right now for female servers.
If the girls can get jobs at Fruitmeir's, they can snoop around and find out more.
(he and Scooby are dressed as girls). Um, like, uh, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. Why are Scooby Doo and I dressed like girls when Velma and Daphne are girls?
Yeah. My skirts too tight.
Because Velma and I refused. (Shaggy and Scooby glare at them)
Mon-mon-monster! Like, right behind us!
Monster? There's no monster.
SSScooby, Shaggy, Velma and Fred
Daphne? Daphne? Daphne? Daphne? Daphne?
Here. I'm down here. I'm okay, but you better get down here. I think I found something.
This is gonna be awesome! (the cage eventually falls on him, Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma. The slime monster laughs and covers them in slime. Daphne gasps, then sees the slime mutant next to her)
Daphne, run! (Daphne runs past and jumps through hole in the ceiling, followed by slime mutant)
(Scooby starts eating slime)
Eat, gang! It's Fruitmeir's!
Not right now, Daphne. I have to figure out why my trap didn't work.
Why is the town's latest tourist attraction cocooned to the wall?
Dad, Sheriff, hold on. You don't understand. That is not a monster.
Oh, hopping steamed clams, Fred. Then who is it?
SSScooby, Shaggy, Velma and Daphne
Franklin Fruitmeir.
He was trying to rob Crystal Cove bank.
Uhh, that's impossible. Franklin Fruitmeir's the one who called us. (Franklin arrives)
SSScooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne and Fred
What?
FFranklin
I was making a clipper ship out of circus balloons when the silent alarm rang at my home. Oh, good gracious! What is that?
But if the monster isn't Franklin Fruitmeir, then, dude, who is it?
(Scooby unmasks The Slime Mutant)
SSScooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne and Fred
Professor Emmanuel Raffalo?
That's right. I was trying to scare people away from the sewers while I dug my way into the bank and got rich.
But you've got a job as a teacher. Why do you need more money?
(Emmanuel doesn't answer)
You're really getting ripped off.
I discovered that the Crystal Cove caves were connected to the sewer by accident while collecting mold spores for my class. Once I realized the cave led right under the bank, I put my plan into motion. Fruitmeier's gave me secret access to the sewer, so I decided to frame balloon boy for the crime by using his disgusting dessert. I staged my own disappearance to throw doubt on any hint of my involvement. Oh, it was foolproof, genius. That is, until you... you...
Meddling! Yes, meddling kids and your blasted dog ruined everything.
Wait. (shows the locket) What about this locket we found where you were digging? (Mayor Jones is angrier and shocked when he saw the locket)
Alright. Well, guess we owe you kids thanks. You did save the bank. Although you also lost the town a serious revenue stream. Stream of revenue!!!
I just don't get it. If this locket didn't belong to Professor Raffalo, then who? (The telephone rings, Shaggy pressed the button)
Like, K-Ghoul 101.4, what can we scare up for you, daddy-o?
Like, uh-uh-- Like, who... who is this?
You can call me Mr. E. You should never have brought that locket out of the cave. You don't know what you've uncovered.
Uncovered? Uncovered what?
A truth that should have remained hidden the truth behind the curse of Crystal Cove. The real mystery has just begun.
(sighs) I am so bored. We haven't had a good mystery in I don't know when.
Fred, I think I've read every magazine in your house. What's that?
Traps Illustrated? Freddie!
I, uh, I read it for the articles. In fact, it's where I got the idea for this little beauty.
Who do you expect to trap outside your front door?
DGDelivery Guy
I got a package for, uh, Fred Jones.
Like, um, I think it's a box.
(Fred and Daphne glare at him annoyed)
(Fred opens the box)
(picks up a card inside) It's from Mr. E! (reads) Saved this for a rainy day. Enjoy.
Mr. E gives me the creeps. (Fred starts to open the box) Fred, careful. That could be a bomb! (Fred pulls out a purse) Ooh, strike that. Cute purse! (reaches for it, but Velma takes it)
Check it out! 100% pure gator. Made in Gatorsburg!
But that's impossible! Gatorsburg hasn't manufactured Gator products in decades!
Not since the gator mines dried up!
(into phone) Hey, Mom. We're stuck in Gatorsburg.
(into phone) The van broke down.
(into phone) Think you could come and get us?
DMrs. Dinkley
Oh, I wish I could, but tonight's race night! You know me and horses! Venus is in it's third retro grade which means I'm betting on Sick Little Monkey to show.
Malevolent mushroom caps, Fred. I've already got the recliner in the reclined position. There's no going back from that.
BMrs. Blake
Oh, sweetie, it's dark out. I can't go out in the dark. (Fred, Daphne, and Velma hang up)
(calls and gets the answering machine) Oh, wait. Duh. It's still life night.
(slyly) I guess we're here for the whole night.
I got a few hotel rules. (Fred enters the room, but Greta blocks Daphne and Velma) Rule number 1: Boys and girls in separate rooms. No exceptions!
Then I guess I'm with you, Daphne.
Oh, right. Rule number 2: stay in your rooms, no matter what you hear. That includes screams, moans, wails, pounding, claws scratchin', and anything that sounds like a body being dragged across a hard-wood floor.
I almost forgot. Rule number III: no pets (allowed) in the HOTEL!
(showing Daphne his trap scrapbook)....and I left a few pages blank, you know, for future traps.
(extremely bored) Good thinking. (Scooby bursts into the room, terrified and panting)
Scoob! What's the matter?
He's trying to tell us something! (Scooby tries to show them what he means)
Tater people! Uh, crater sneeple? (Scooby starts wheezing) Skater feeple!
(stands up) Gator people! (Scooby sighs in relief)
