Velma, Randy Warsaw and others in “Unfinished Business”

Velma

Let's see who's really behind all this junk. (grabs the TV head of Junk)

I don't get it.

Daphne

Wait for it. We discovered the strange paralysis of Eeko, Clio, and worker number one had been caused by a rare strand of brewers yeast. Used only in Bavaria. That allowed us to reverse the effect.

Velma

These guys have been frozen to recreate a picture by the famous Bavarian artist Albrecht von Cartofokauf. So we knew we were looking for someone German.

I... I still don't get it.

Daphne

Here's why Randy Warsaw. The real culprit is (grabs the head out of Junk) Butch Furbanks.

Fine, you got me. But don't expect my introspective personality to register guilt.

Daphne

His real name is Hans van Shanengruber.

Velma

Before Butch joined "Sunday Around Noonish" he released an album of classical accordion music. It reached number one in the Bravarian hit parade. But soon fizzled.

Using powerful electro magnets, and his expert knowledge of musical instruments, Butch was able to control your junk sculpture and make it attack you.

Shaggy

Like the only thing we don't know is why?

Alright, look I did it for art.

That can't be right, can it?

Okay, that's a lie. The truth is I hated what you made me in to. All I ever wanted to do was play polkas in a Bravarian Oompa band. A beautiful dream that I lived until I came to work for you, Randy Warsaw. You changed me. You transformed me. Molded me in to a dark band leader, playing and singing horrible intellectual music. You took everything from me. And I wanted to make you pay. Pay! And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for you meddling polka haters. (Sheriff takes Butch into custody) (to Scooby) Oh and your singing stinks, nobody understands a word you're saying.

That's outrageous!

Well, thank you, Mystery Incorporated. You've saved modern art from the clutches of the boudoir. There's only one this left to say: I find you all horribly, horribly boring. So, get out of here. Shoo, shoo. Go away. (leaves)

Uh, Mr. Warsaw, can I keep the wig?