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)
(The police car arrives)
Time to find out who these greedy gators really are. (unmasks the Creeping Creatures)
GGrady
After we ran out of gators, everybody moved OUT of Gatorsburg. But not us.
So with no alligators left, you decided to make imitation gator products and pass them off as real.
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.
Like, that is one ridiculous plan.
GGunther
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.
You're telling me this gator stuff is fake? I paid a fortune for this track suit!
(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...
(The engine of Mistery Machine is revving)
Zoinks! Like, there's no engine in the Mystery Machine. It's haunted.
(Fred opens the hood, there's a letter of Mr. E)
(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?
Like, I've got a bad feeling we're gonna find out. (The lightning thunderstorms appears loudly in the sky, Shaggy grabs Scooby whimpers)
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!
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.
I know a place he can put another parking meter.
