Fred quotes from Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated

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

Aaaahhh!!! (runs)

Velma

Daphne, run! (Daphne runs past and jumps through hole in the ceiling, followed by slime mutant)

Eat, gang! It's Fruitmeir's!

Daphne

Fred! You saved me!

Not right now, Daphne. I have to figure out why my trap didn't work.

Sheriff Stone

What is going on here?

Mayor Jones

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.

Mayor Jones

Oh, hopping steamed clams, Fred. Then who is it?

Franklin Fruitmeir.

Velma

He was trying to rob Crystal Cove bank.

Sheriff Stone

Uhh, that's impossible. Franklin Fruitmeir's the one who called us. (Franklin arrives)

What?

I was making a clipper ship out of circus balloons when the silent alarm rang at my home. Oh, good gracious! What is that?

Shaggy

But if the monster isn't Franklin Fruitmeir, then, dude, who is it?

Professor Emmanuel Raffalo?

Emmanuel

That's right. I was trying to scare people away from the sewers while I dug my way into the bank and got rich.

Daphne

But you've got a job as a teacher. Why do you need more money?

Daphne

Yeah, my bad.

Oh, yeah, right.

Shaggy

You're really getting ripped off.

Emmanuel

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...

Sheriff Stone

Meddling.

Emmanuel

Meddling! Yes, meddling kids and your blasted dog ruined everything.

Daphne

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)

Emmanuel

Never seen it before.

Sheriff Stone

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!!!

You okay, Daph?

Daphne

I just don't get it. If this locket didn't belong to Professor Raffalo, then who? (The telephone rings, Shaggy pressed the button)

Shaggy

Like, K-Ghoul 101.4, what can we scare up for you, daddy-o?

You're all doomed.

Shaggy

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.

Daphne

Uncovered? Uncovered what?

A truth that should have remained hidden the truth behind the curse of Crystal Cove. The real mystery has just begun.

Scooby... Dooby... Doo.

Velma

(sighs) I am so bored. We haven't had a good mystery in I don't know when.

Daphne

Fred, I think I've read every magazine in your house. What's that?

No, don't!

Daphne

Traps Illustrated? Freddie!

I, uh, I read it for the articles. In fact, it's where I got the idea for this little beauty.

Velma

Who do you expect to trap outside your front door?

Let's find out.

I got a package for, uh, Fred Jones.

Hey, that's me.

What is it?

Shaggy

Like, um, I think it's a box.

Velma

(picks up a card inside) It's from Mr. E! (reads) Saved this for a rainy day. Enjoy.

Daphne

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!

Gatorsburg?

Daphne

But that's impossible! Gatorsburg hasn't manufactured Gator products in decades!

Velma

Not since the gator mines dried up!

Gator mines?

Gang, we have a mystery on our hands!

Velma

Oh, sweet Christmas, finally!

Hello?

Mayor Jones

Yello.

Yes?

Velma

(into phone) Hey, Mom. We're stuck in Gatorsburg.

(into phone) The van broke down.

Daphne

(into phone) Think you could come and get us?

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.

Mayor Jones

Malevolent mushroom caps, Fred. I've already got the recliner in the reclined position. There's no going back from that.

Oh, sweetie, it's dark out. I can't go out in the dark. (Fred, Daphne, and Velma hang up)

Shaggy

(calls and gets the answering machine) Oh, wait. Duh. It's still life night.

Velma

(slyly) I guess we're here for the whole night.

And Scooby-Dooby-Doo.

Don't suppose you could recommend a hotel?

My sister Greta runs the best in town. (points at the Drowsy Gator hotel) The Drowsy Gator.

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!

Velma

Then I guess I'm with you, Daphne.

I said no exceptions!

Velma

But, I'm a girl.

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.

Okayy...

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.

Daphne

(extremely bored) Good thinking. (Scooby bursts into the room, terrified and panting)

Scoob! What's the matter?

Daphne

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!

Daphne

(stands up) Gator people! (Scooby sighs in relief)

They weren't trying to eat us. They just want us out of town.

Daphne

Why?

I don't know. But if we're gonna solve this mystery, we have to go back into Gatorsburg.

Say what?

Time to find out who these greedy gators really are. (unmasks the Creeping Creatures)

Daphne

Grady Gator?

Shaggy

Greta Gator?

Gunther Gator?

But why?

After we ran out of gators, everybody moved OUT of Gatorsburg. But not us.

This here's our home.

Daphne

So with no alligators left, you decided to make imitation gator products and pass them off as real.

Velma

But you couldn't have anyone snooping around Gatorsburg. So you created the Creeping Creatures to scare people away.

Then you could run your gator ring without anyone knowing who you were or what you were up to.

Shaggy

Like, that is one ridiculous plan.

And you know what? We would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling juveniles and your unauthorized investigation of our synthetic gator accessories.

Sheriff Stone

You're telling me this gator stuff is fake? I paid a fortune for this track suit!

Velma

Sorry, Sheriff.

Sheriff Stone

(sighs) Man, I gotta get out of this suit. This fake gator doesn't breathe. It's starting to smell a little... funky. Arrest them... [pauses] even though I have absolutely NO JURISDICTION HERE!! (drives away)

Wait, Sheriff. can you give us a ride? The Mystery Machine isn't...

(gasps)

Shaggy

Zoinks! Like, there's no engine in the Mystery Machine. It's haunted.

Velma

It's from Mr. E.

Daphne

(opens the letter and reads) "Hope you had a good time in Gatorsburg. But be warned, there are more mysteries to come. This is only one piece of the puzzle".

Puzzle? What's that supposed to mean?

Shaggy

Like, I've got a bad feeling we're gonna find out. (The lightning thunderstorms appears loudly in the sky, Shaggy grabs Scooby whimpers)

Mayor Jones

Ah, Fred my boy! Today is a very exciting day for you, because today you learn the family business: politics!

Politics? That's adult stuff! You know, kids my age are into traps and solving mysteries!

Mayor Jones

No they're not, son! You're going to learn all the vital things I do for this community, like create pamphlets and strategize about new places to put parking meters.

Velma

I know a place he can put another parking meter.

Mayor Jones

(caught in Fred's trap) Screaming pandas, what is the meaning of this?

Dad, we think George Avocados is the ghost trucker, and he's trying to sabotage your reelection!

Mayor Jones

That's completely absurd. Why would a ghost drive a truck when everyone knows they can fly? Especially an eighteen wheeler, those require a Class Six license.

Nice going, Raggy. (laughs) Good job.

Mayor Jones

(arrives) Pickled porcupines. What's going on here, Fred? I was in my office working late, when suddenly it sounds like some demonic force is tearing apart city hall. Tell me it's true.

It's even better, dad. We caught the Ghost Trucker. And he's none other than...

Let me out of here! Aaah! (crawls from out of the Ghost Truck and falls to the ground) Uhh!

Rung Ladderton?

Ooh, ahh, shock. Yeah, yeah, that's right. And I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling... peers.

Daphne

Of course. It all makes sense. Rung was using the Ghost Truck to smuggle doorknobs out of Crystal Cove, so he could find Theodore Avocados' missing diamond.

Avocados disguised the diamond as a doorknob. That's why it was never found.

You are correct, my little ascot-wearing friend, but that idiot Avocados didn't say in his journal which crystal knob was really the diamond. So, I had to steal 'em all. And what better way than with a Ghost Truck to smuggle them all out of town?

Velma

We should have known. The other guy who bought the tires was G. Nurno Treddal, a name far too ridiculous to be real, because it's Rung Ladderton spelled backwards!

But Rung, you're rich. You've got everything: ladders, ascots. Why did you need a diamond?

I inherited a ladder company. We make the one product in the world that no one ever replaces. Ladders don't wear out like TVs or personal trainers over 40. (Sheriff Stone handcuffs Rung) No, no. They're built to last, which means no sales. The company's broke.

Daphne

I don't think you'll be needing this anymore. (removes Rung's orange ascot)

Thanks, Daph.

Daphne

No worries. I'm always here for you, Fred. (removes the purple ascot and puts the orange one to Fred) Seriously, right here.

Mayor Jones

I gotta hand it to you, Fred. Your traps actually came in handy this time.

Gee, dad. Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life?

Mayor Jones

(laughs) Oh Fred. No.

Daphne

You know, we're still close to the water. All kinds of fish in there.

(watching the volleyball game) Yep, they're so beautiful!

Daphne

The girls?

No, the nets!

Daphne

The nets?

I wonder what their tensile strength is? They're nylon, absolutely perfect for traps!