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Scooby Doo Mystery,Inc 1x04 ♪ Revenge of the Man Crab Original air date on August 2, 2010

That's the last net.

Can we go home now, Dylan?

Come on, Brenda.

I promised the Trickell's Triquid people

we'd do a good job setting up for the tournament.

I can't wait for a time when robots do everything for us.

Here. I brought some water.

I want Trickell's Triquid.

Trickell's Triquid is water.

Um, no.

It's 100% diet moisture.

Man, you are in a crabby mood.

Please. You wanna see crabby,

I'll show you--

Man crab!

Ha ha ha ha! Bren, where's you get that,

the giant fake crab parts emporium?

Aah!

Uhh! Uhh! It's real!

Help me!

Aah!

Ah, nice try.

What'd you do, dig a big hole under the sand?

You got an air tank under there?

Brenda?

Come on. Stop jokin'.

Bren?

Aah!

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scooby-dooby-doo!

Hey, this is k-ghoul's angel dynamite,

sponsored by Trickell's Triquid,

what mother nature drinks when she doesn't wanna look fat.

Oh, boy. Like, what a crowd.

I hope they saved us some food, scoob.

Yeah. Trickell's Triquid.

Trickell's Triquid here.

The nonfat liquid diet no-calorie gluten-free moisture supplement,

now in wet and extra-wet.

Blah. Like, we want some real food, right, scooby-doo?

Uh-huh, like that.

Ugh. Not that place.

That guy's a freak.

No. Like, he's totally cool.

Just don't mention his nose.

Hey there, cappy.

What happened to the old sniffer?

What happened?!

I'll tell ye, boyo.

That was a clam that took it.

Fierce and mighty was he,

and reduced me to wearin' facial underwear, he did.

But I'll find him,

and I won't stop shucking till I do.

Understand?

Yes, sir, Captain admiral, sir.

It's skipper, skipper Shelton,

so, what'll it be, skinny shanks?

I'll take an extra large, please.

Didn't we agree

that you would cut out the junk food?

I should, like, totally eat something healthier.

But--but--but--huh?

What about you, wolfie?

Is it a cone stuffed with the fruits of the sea,

or are ye afraid?

Aye, aye, skipper.

No fear. 2 cones here.

Mmm. Those look good.

A big salty clam would sure go great with this heat.

No! Fred, you know what happens

you remember my sister's wedding.

I was so swollen

hey, don't worry, daph.

Those clams aren't close enough to cause you any trouble.

Hey, skipper, didn't your cabin used to be over there,

where the volleyball courts are?

Aye! Every time the town has an event on the beach,

they move me business.

Blast ye, city council! Arrh!

Ehh!

I need a clammin' break.

Watch me cabin.

Come on. Let's get our seats for the first match.

Aw, come on, velma.

Can't I even look?

Wait for me.

Hmm.

Great game, huh?

Yeah, great.

You know, we're still close to the water.

All kinds of fish in there.

Yep. They're so beautiful.

The girls?!

No. Th-the nets.

Nets?

I wonder what their tensile strength is.

Feel like going for a walk?

No one here's going to miss us.

Scooby-doo, is that your stomach?

Uh-uh, not my stomach.

Is that a cr, or is it a man?

Like, it's a--a mab.

Um, a--a cran.

I-it's a man crab.

Hyah!

We can't let that thing get away.

Sure we can, fred.

All we have to do is stand right here.

Yeah, stand right here.

Yikes! Yikes!

Huh?

What?

They're gone?

And then it kind of went, like, errh.

And then yeesh and then--

and weird eyes, like this.

Sheriff stone, you have to close the beach.

The beach stays open.

You can't just ignore a giant crustacean attacking your tournament.

Young lady, no one's sure what they saw.

Could have been a man crab.

Could have been a man lobster.

Could have also been a really ugly, out-of-shape person

who should probably be drinking Trickell's Triquid.

Well, it's pretty clear to me that somethin' did happen here,

and, uh...

There's nothin' I can do about it.

But, sheriff--

hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

We're not set up for this.

Our motto is to serve and protect,

not to serve and protect from man crabs.

Well, you know what this means, don't you?

We respect authority,

go back home, and forget this ever happened.

It means we investigate.

I was afraid you'd say that. Hoo hoo.

I think our investigation's off to a good start.

A locker spilling sand?

But look whose it is.

Skipper Shelton.

And who wasn't around when the man crab grabbed that girl?

He's so angry at the city for moving his cabin,

he has a perfect motive for ruining the tournament.

What we need is a trap for the man crab, right, fred?

Actually, what I was thinking is...

We need a trap for the man crab.

Humph. Good plan.

Thanks!

Daphne, you used to play a little volleyball

back in the day, didn't you?

Well, I wouldn't exactly say, "play."

Oof!

Ahh!

Ahh! Oof!

You'll be perfect bait.

I mean, what man crab wouldn't want

to drag you beneath the sand?

Sort of.

You know, scoob, before all this started,

I really loved crab.

Crab brûlée.

Crabaroni and cheese.

Hoo hoo hoo.

Crabsicles.

I can't talk about this.

I promised velma.

I promised myself that I would eat more healthy.

Lookout time's over, guys.

Come see what I made.

Here's the plan.

Daphne will run across the sand to here,

where the man crab will step on this plunger,

and when he does, a big lid will spring up under him and dump him into that pot.

Like, where's Daphne, anyways? The match is about to start,

and scoob and I have to get back to keeping an eye on the clam cones.

I mean the skipper.

I'll go get her.

Wow. Who are you trying to impress?

Eh, what? This old thing?

I just wanna do a good job.

Would you rub oil on my back?

Fred likes shiny things, and I'm tired of him looking at nets.

Hey, Daphne, let me ask you something.

If you liked a boy--

Who told you? Was it one of my sisters?

Dawn. Heh. She thinks she's so perfect.

Well, what no one knows is she has a sixth toe on her--

uh, what are you talking about?

I--clearly not what you were talking about.

Do boys like it when you tell them what to do?

Heh. Of course they do. Without my mom around,

I don't even think my dad could feed himself.

I remember she went away once, and when she came back,

we found my dad half-naked and sucking on an unopened can of soup.

Why?

Well...

That's all. Uhh!

Make sure you get me between the shoulder blades, ok?

Hey. That's a little much, don't you thi--

Aah!

But, man, do those clams smell good.

Go for it. I won't tell velma.

Oh. Well, I guess one delicious, chewy, briny, doughy treat

can't hurt that much. Ho ho ho.

Huh?

Eee!

Like, help.

Aah! Aah!

Daphne!

Fred! Fred!

Daphne! Daphne!

What happened?

Something that smelled like drawn butter threw me in the van.

He took Daphne.

We have to, velma.

I don't know what to do,

a-and she was so shiny.

He's been digging like that since we lost Daphne.

There's nothing but torn carpet all over the back of the mystery machine.

Like, this is all my fault.

If I never tried to be healthy,

Daphne would be all right.

Scooby-doo, more.

Someone needs to make a plan.

Why isn't anyone making a plan?

That's usually you, fred.

You're right. What's wrong with me?

Uh, I'll get it.

Huh?

Uh--yii!

Mr. e.

Jinkies. Get a load of this.

This article's from years ago.

It says 4 kids disappeared exploring the Crystal Cove caverns.

Let me see that.

Is something wrong, angel?

Do you know them?

No.

Sorry. It's nothing.

It's not working.

It's an 8-track, Freddie.

Old school, baby.

Hello, children.

If you've read the article,

you know this volleyball tournament isn't the first time

kids have disappeared from Crystal Cove.

Worth researching, don't you think?

Welcome to where the library keeps

its old newspaper articles. They call it the morgue.

The morgue? Like, why do they have to call it that? Hoo hoo.

Yeah. They're old articles, not dead.

There's a book over here.

Daphne read a book once.

And this chair. Daphne liked to sit in chairs.

That card catalog over there--

not helping, fred.

I know. What's the matter with me?

Hmm. Here's a piece on the founding of Trickell's Triquid,

the year those kids vanished.

Listen to this.

Skipper threatened the whole town.

He swore he'd take drastic action.

Hey, is this the rest of that article that Mr. e sent us?

Yeah, and check this out.

It says the Crystal Cove caverns run under the beach

where the volleyball tournament is being played.

Like, I know that look, and it's never good. Hoo hoo.

Yah!

Whew.

Huh?

Like, guys, I think I found something.

To climb up into the volleyball tournament?

One that's very industrious and has a degree in engineering.

The answer is "no crab monster."

I don't care who did it. I just want Daphne back.

Fred, is that you?

And her voice sounds as sweet and as perfect

as a trap snapping shut on a criminal.

Did I say that out loud?

Come on!

Help!

Daphne!

Thank goodness.

I'm so glad you're--

hey, this is a nice cage.

Let's get back to the surface before--aah!

Run.

Yaah!

Where is everybody?

Like, maybe they got eaten by a man crab.

Scooby-doo, do you smell what I smell?

That's the way out of here, scooby-doo.

Run, scoob!

We'll go out the way we came in.

Ehh! Push!

Give me all your paw.

!

Waah!

Yikes!

Yee-heh-hoo-hoo!

Hee hee hee hee!

Like, we got him.

But how did you find your way out?

Clam cones.

You were saved by junk food?

Junk food and me have a very special relationship.

Maybe I should ask it for advice.

Speaking of clam cones,

I see skipper Shelton isn't around again.

Or are you, skipper?

Ah, back from the laundromat, I am,

and once more does me nose hammock smell fresh as the mornin' tide.

Wait. If you're not the man crab, then who--

everyone, meet bud Shelton.

Who? Who?

The Trickell's Triquid mascot.

And the inventor, not that dirtball trickell.

Like, how did you know, velma?

I knew it wasn't a real crab,

plus when I saw the mole pattern

on the cheek of the man next to trickell in the newspaper,

I rememered the same pattern on the mascot.

He took the credit for my creation.

It was supposed to be called bud's bloosh.

I was still working on the name.

I spent countless hours making the man-crab costume

and even more time building my system of trapdoors

and the stairs under the beach.

And in case anyone came snooping in between kidnappings,

I hid my costume in a locker big enough to hold it,

putting a label with skipper's name on it over the real label

so if anyone found it, they'd blame him.

All that work just to get back at Mr. trickell?

Wouldn't it have been easier and more legal to Sue him?

Lawyers take forever.

I would have succeeded, too,

if it weren't for you meddling brats

probing into my crustacean-themed revenge scheme.

Well, almost doesn't shuck the clam,

I have no idea what you're talking about.

So, fred, velma said you were kind of out of sorts when I got kidnapped.

Yeah, that. Well...

I think it's sweet.

Really? Oh, that's so great.

I was afraid it might mess up our friendship.

Don't worry. I will never have feelings again.

Hmm. We'll see.

So, velma, did I miss anything else while I was gone?

Actually, yeah.

What--like, what is it, daph?

The one with the picture of boy and girl inside,

jinkies. I guess we've got

a new mystery on our hands.

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