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[BAND PLAYING "THE WORDS
GET STUCK IN MY THROAT"]

[SINGING] If my lips could only say
The pretty words

That I feel in my heart

If my voice could make the sound
I would tell you how I love you

And we'd never be apart

But with just one look into your face

My mind starts to drift
Right into space

And the words get stuck in my throat

The words get stuck in my throat

I've gotta hand it to you, mayor...

...Crystal Cove needed a trendy hot spot
like the Tiki Tub, and you delivered.

The local hepcats are gonna dig
this crazy joint.

Just one more check on the to-do list
that will turn Crystal Cove...

...into the cultural/paranormal center
of the world.

And let me congratulate you, sheriff...

...on how quiet things have been
around town.

In the words of Abraham Lincoln:

A quiet town is a place
where people like to spend money.

The words get stuck in my throat

Thank you. Thank you, everyone.

Wha--?

[ROARS]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[STONE GRUNTS]

I sure hope you've got insurance, mayor,
because I wanna see that again.

Encore! Encore!

SCOOBY:
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

SCOOBY:
Shaggy?

Shaggy?

MAN [ON RADIO]: Folks,
are you worried about terrible things...

...happening to you and the ones you
love and not being able to pay for them?

Then call
the Max Minner Insurance Agency.

Oh, there you are.

Oops. Sorry, Harry.
Didn't mean to wake you.

Shaggy.

Shaggy.

SHAGGY:
Ha, ha. Like, cut that out.

Uh-oh. I'll save you, Shaggy.

Scooby-Doo to the rescue.

SHAGGY: Zoinks, did Scooby just--?
VELMA: Oh, yeah.

- Huh?
VELMA: Ouch.

My glasses are caught in your hair.

Oh, uh-- Like,
it's not what you think, old pal.

Velma and me were just doing
a staring contest.

- Right, Velma?
- Right.

[CHUCKLES]

- You see?
- Stop it, Shaggy. I'm not stupid.

Are you cheating on me?

Ha, cheating?

Like, that is just--
That's crazy talk, Scooby-Doo.

Cheating? Ha, please.

- I mean, you're my dog.
- Shaggy.

No, I mean--
Scoob, old pal of mine, um...

- ...I care for both of you equally.
- Oh, really?

Ha, ha, yes, really.

[WHISPERS]
Like, help me out here.

No, I will not help you out here.

Tell Scooby what's really going on
between you and me.

Yeah. Tell me.

Oh, boy.

Well, Scoob, um, it's kind of like this.
On a kind of sort of semiofficial basis...

...me and Velma are, like, kind of
spending more time together...

...than you and me, you got it?

Oh, brother.

[WHIMPERS]

SHAGGY:
Uh-oh.

It's me, isn't it?
I said something that hurt his feelings.

It's not you, Fred.
Scooby is just being a big baby.

SCOOBY: Hmm?
- Right, Shaggy?

Uh, if by "big baby" you mean
"the best darned grown-up pup ever"...

...then, yes, absolutely.

FRED:
Well, here we are.

I guess we should get out.

Or not.

FRED:
It's a pretty good view from here.

[SNIFFING]

SCOOBY:
Gave him the best years of my life.

Wow, this place really got worked.

Oh, boy, I'll say.

Flat as a pancake.

And speaking of pancakes...

...oh, boy, I sure could go for a big stack
covered with clams and syrup...

...at the Clam Cabin.

- Right, Scoob?
- Choke on it.

STONE:
Well, well.

- Look what the talking dog dragged in.
- We're just here to help, sheriff.

Your help not needed here, no.

This was just your normal
everyday nightclub stomping...

- ...so skedaddle.
- From what we've heard...

...whatever did this was big, green
and hairy.

But definitely not normal.

I just hope that thing sticks around
and does some more stomping.

I could use the business.

[LAUGHS]

Got any theories
on what kind of beast did this, sheriff?

Maybe I do.

Maybe I don't.

Okay, I do.

Way I see it, the beast can only be
a completely new...

...and as yet undiscovered monster.

And as the beast discoverer...

...I have decided to call it
a humungonaut...

...from the Latin term
for "big and hairy space traveler."

Space traveler?

The green fur is the main clue.

It's them outer space gamma rays.
I'll tell you, we're lucky there's only one.

Can you imagine if two of those
ding-dang beasties showed up?

[ROARING NEARBY]

[ALL GASP]

[ROARS]

Zoinks!

Like, it's a red one!

[ALL SCREAMING]

Well, so much for luck.

["THE WORDS GET STUCK
IN MY THROAT" PLAYING ON RADIO]

The words get stuck in my throat

Yes, yes, yes, my babies.

That was Crystal Cove's very own
Trini Lee...

...with her new smash hit,
"The Words Get Stuck in My Throat."

Angel Dynamite is gonna be back...

...right after
this brief commercial message.

Ka-boom, babies.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Hey, Crystal Cove,
if you need insurance...

...you need to talk to Jax Minner,
your insurance specialist.

So a pair of beast men attack the town
and you kids are moping?

What's up, huh?

This kind of stuff
usually gets y'all hot and bothered.

VELMA:
I'll tell you what's up.

We need to clean up our emotional mess
before we start acting like a team again.

Our family always has a powwow
when we have problems.

- A powwow?
- For instance...

...every time Mother starts sleeping
in the tree house...

...we hire a doctor
or somebody with authority...

...to help us work things out. Then
we lock her away for a few months.

That's a great idea, Daph.

O-M-G.

Would you help us, Angel?

Sorry, babies, y'all need to get someone
who's qualified to help folks in trouble.

I'm only good at two things:

Spinning records
and being a stone-cold fox.

[LAUGHS]

I think I know just the man.

Like, Mayor Dad's home decor
always gives us the creeps.

[CHUCKLES]

- Right, Scooby-Doo?
- Hmph.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Well, that will be our powwow man.

Where do I set up my smoker?

You got Sheriff Stone
to be the counselor for our help session?

Help session?

I got 40 pounds of maple-cured pork
in the cruiser.

You said this was a barbecue,
I was gonna make bacon hats.

Sorry. It was the only way
I could think of...

...to get you to help us out.

Fred, Fred, Fred.

If you weren't my boss' son...

...I would not hesitate
to make you disappear.

Forever.

I believe you.

[SIGHS]

All right,
let's get this freak show over with.

It took three clips and a flamethrower
to bring her down.

But let me tell you...

...old Miss Percy's cat
never went in that tree again.

[COUGHS]

Would you please tell me
how this is supposed to help us?

Help you? Oh, yeah.

Uh, let's see.

Uh, my advice
is that you should all leave town...

...and go your separate ways.

Not buying it, huh?

Well, what can I say? I tried.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I've had just enough of this silliness.

We all know the reason
we're having trouble...

...and it's spelled S-H-A-G-G-Y.

G-Y.

Oh, ha, that's me.

Man up and make up your mind.

Is it going to be me or Scooby?

Yeah. Me or Velma?

I'll be okay
with whatever you decide...

...but don't you doubt for a second
that the whole school will know...

...you picked a dumb dog
over a real girl.

Yeah. A dumb dog over-- Huh?

[SCOOBY GROWLS]

FRED:
Hold on, gang.

Before anyone outs Shaggy,
I just might have another solution.

You see, the way I'm looking at it,
we need a group identity.

A name. I suggest we honor those
that came before us.

Mystery Incorporated.

And to go with our new name...

...team uniforms.

Oh, boy, Fred,
these are certainly unique.

Thanks, Daph.
I'm pretty proud of them myself.

Get dressed.

FRED: We've got some humungonauts
to catch.

[GIGGLING]

We may not know where
the humungonauts are coming from...

...but we know who's making money
from their destruction.

RUSTY:
That's right, girlie.

I'm making so much money
these days...

...I'm thinking of making them
humungo-whats-its partners...

...in my company. Rimshot:

[MIMICS RIMSHOT]

[LAUGHS]

If that doesn't make him sound guilty,
I don't know what does.

It appears we have our suspect.

Uh, I'm still here, you know.

Oh, sorry.

Okay, gang, remember,
our goal is to go in...

...find proof Rusty Gnales
is behind the humungonaut attacks...

...and then get out.

[IN UNISON]
Huh?

SCOOBY:
Hmph.

[SHAGGY GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[IN UNISON]
Hmph.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[IN UNISON]
Hmph.

[SHAGGY & SCOOBY GRUNT]

Look, Scooby-Doo,
I know that we're fighting...

...but this no-eye-contact thingy
is getting a bit dangerous.

Oh, okay.

One eye. But no more.

[ROARING NEARBY]

- Zoinks!
- Aah!

Look out, gang!

[FRED, DAPHNE & VELMA YELL]

[GROWLING AND ROARING]

[SHAGGY YELLS]

SHAGGY:
Aah! Aah! Oh!

What in plantation
is going on out here? Huh?

FRED:
Whoa! Run!

[ALL YELL]

Whew.
Like, that was a little too close.

You can say that again.

- That--
- Don't.

I guess this means you're not a suspect
after all, Mr. Gnales.

Gee, you really think so?

That didn't go very well.

And now we don't even have
a suspect.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Hey, folks. Need insurance?

For all of your insurance needs,
be a winner.

Contact Max Minner,
the best in the biz.

[STATIC ON RADIO]

MR. E [OVER RADIO]:
Hello.

Mr. E.

MR. E: Are you interested in a riddle
that might help you solve your mystery?

Like, couldn't you just
give us the answer instead?

It would be a lot easier that way.

[MR. E CHUCKLES]

MR. E:
Now, what would be the fun in that?

To solve the mystery, do as follows:

Open your eyes...

...and look for the signs
that are all around you.

Open your ears
and you'll "ad" to your knowledge.

Open your minds
and you'll insure a speedy solution.

- That's it?
MR. E: Yes, that's it.

Good luck.

[STATIC]

MAN [ON RADIO]: Yes,
Max Minner is your own insurance pro.

Does anyone have the slightest clue
of what Mr. E was talking about?

Dad, those humungonaut things--

That--
That's a trademarked name there.

- Remember that.
- Are super dangerous.

You need to do something.

And something I shall do.
Isn't that right, sheriff?

Right you are, Mr. Mayor.

Oh, uh, that's for my official portrait.
Next page, sheriff.

Like, dude, you're gonna make
a giant bowl of salad?

Cork it. Behold.

Operation Catch a Humungonaut
by the Toe.

The title is based
on the old, "Eeny, Meeny, Miney--"

We get it. What's the plan?

We fill Crystal Cove stadium
with lots of valuable loot...

...and invite the beast there
to stomp it.

How is that going to work?

Ha. Yeah. That plan is worse...

...than something me and Scoob
would come up with. Right?

Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.

I mean:

[GROWLS]

Hmph.

We don't have all the details worked out,
but the important thing to remember...

...is all of the cash money
we'll be pulling in...

...from selling tickets to our trap.

Trap? You mean you're building a trap
without me?

My own father?

[WHIMPERING]

How could you?

Freddie.

Oh, buckets of bear bait,
it's just business.

You kids going to a costume party?

[IN UNISON]
No.

That's too bad
because you all look ridiculous.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen...

...thank you for coming
to the stomping today.

Management would like
to remind you...

...that at no time are they liable
for any bodily injury...

...that might occur from a humungonaut
hurling a high-ticket item into the stands.

Enjoy the show.
And please, scream responsibly.

- Go, big red.
- Go, big green.

Big red.

[GROWLS]

Like, okay, okay.

That's enough of that.

Although I guess I should be happy
that you're sort of talking to each other.

SCOOBY:
Hmph.

- Look at that.
- Is it a humungonaut?

No. They're using 40-test
for their ledger line...

...but only 30-pound weights
on the jig.

Ha. You gotta be kidding me.
These guys are amateurs.

- Now, that's interesting.
- What's interesting?

When I started marking off the site
of each attack, a pattern emerged.

The beasts are only attacking
certain buildings.

VELMA:
But what do they have in common?

Like, that's as hard to figure out
as one of Mr. E's riddles.

Shaggy, you're a genius.

"Open your ears
and you'll 'ad' to your knowledge.

VELMA: Open your eyes
and look for the signs.

Open your minds
and you'll insure a speedy solution."

Ads, signs, insure.

Gang, I think we're close
to solving this mystery.

And it's not gonna happen here.

That's a relief. I just saw a deputy
try to bait a bow net with a sparrow.

Hello? Loser.

Everyone knows
you're supposed to use a pigeon.

- Is everything set, Velma?
- Yes.

If all goes as planned,
the humungonauts' next target...

...should be this old abandoned
boat repair shop.

- And when they go to attack it--
- Boom, we spring the trap.

[HUMUNGONAUTS ROARING]

SHAGGY:
Zoinks, they're coming!

ALL:
Huh?

Come on, gang. Let's hide.

[ROARING AND GRUNTING]

[ALL YELLING]

Come on, big green. Go get him.

Go, big red. Go, big red.

Hit it, Fred.

VELMA:
One of your traps actually worked.

You don't have to act
so darned surprised about it.

[SIREN WAILING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

JONES:
So they didn't show.

I don't see why we couldn't seize
the ticket money as evidence.

Prancing piccolos, Fred,
one of your traps actually worked.

Greetings,
big and hairy space travelers.

As a representative of planet Earth,
I welcome you.

I'm afraid these two
aren't space travelers, sheriff.

VELMA: I'd like to introduce Max Minner
and Jax Minner.

STONE:
It's the Minner brothers?

They've been taking care of all of
Crystal Cove's insurance needs for years.

How did you know
they'd both show up here?

All I did was double-insure the shop
with a policy from both brothers.

Each brother was only attacking
the places the other brother insured.

- But why?
- Why do you think? Money.

And the fact
that we can't stand each other.

Oh, yeah, that too.

This intense dislike started back
when we were circus strongmen.

[CROWD CHEERING]

JAX: We had just come up
with a great idea for our act...

...the Hercules Apes--

Humungonauts is catchier.

--when this jerk decides
to break up our act...

...and join a rival circus.

MAX:
Hmph. You were just jealous.

JAX: We became bitter enemies
who, as chance would have it...

...both went in to the insurance business
here in Crystal Cove.

[ROARS]

MAX: After that, we each focused
on the same thing:

Destroying each other's business.

And it would have worked too
if it weren't for--

MAX & JAX [IN UNISON]:
My meddling brother.

MAX & JAX [IN UNISON]:
What? Why you--

[MAX & JAX GRUNTING]

Mystery solved.

I'd like to take this opportunity
to point out...

...that the gang seems to be working
as a team again. Go, us.

It's teamwork that makes a team
a team, not that other junk.

Like uniforms?

Uh, well, I guess so.

But the uniforms didn't hurt.
Right, team?

Oh, man.

All right,
maybe the new name is enough.

We may have solved the mystery...

...but there's still one more question
that needs to be answered.

Right, Scooby?

That's right, Velma.

Like, um,
what question would that be?

Come on, Shaggy, make up your mind.
Me or Scooby?

[GULPS]

Uh....

Like, it's a blue humungonaut!

Run for your lives!

VELMA & SCOOBY:
Shaggy.

SHAGGY:
Can't talk now!

Maybe tomorrow!

[CHUCKLES]

[VELMA & SCOOBY GRUMBLE]

[English - US -SDH]