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Here's the deltoid,

the first rib, the second rib, and the sternum.

We're so proud of you, Fred.

I haven't won yet, Daphne.

There's a lot of competition here.

You're a shoo-in.

Who else has such an elaborate project

demonstrating how to use the laws of physics

to trap a human being?

Or a human being posing as a scary supernatural monster.

I wish I was as confident as you two.

Well, I have a good feeling.

I have a feeling, too.

Mine's hunger.

Like, how long do we have to stand here, Freddy?

Like, the snack bar closes at 5:00!

I need to do at least one dry run.

And you two are my test dummies.

Hey! Who're you calling dummies?

Just a figure of speech.

Just hang in there a few more seconds. I'm almost done.

Huh?

Food facts.

Scooby fact. I love food.

Hey! Scoob! Where're you going?

Whoa!

Oh! Whoa!

Okay!

Here we go!

First, the magnet disarms the enemy.

Uh, Fred.

Shaggy, why aren't you...

Whoa! Whoa!

Hold on!

Sorry. I coated the net with a mixture of gum resins.

Ugh. You probably don't care about that right now.

If you wanted to get my attention, you could have just said, "Hello."

I'm Melanie Staples.

Nice to meet you, Melanie. Fred Jones.

And this is everybody else.

Chicken wing?

Staples?

Are you related to Dr. Ned Staples?

Former astronaut and now brilliant NASA scientist?

Yes. He's my father.

And actually, I'm late for a demonstration of his latest invention.

Hey! If you're not busy, would you care to join me?

Well, as interesting as that sounds, Melanie,

I'm afraid we couldn't possibly go

because Fred has some more work to do on his trap. Right, gang?

Hey! Wait up!

Ladies and gentlemen,

former astronaut and lead scientist at Houston Space Center,

Dr. Ned Staples.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present to you the latest in Mars exploration,

the amazing Mecha Mutt.

Named so because of his obvious resemblance to a very large canine.

Huh?

Just a few of his special features include high-definition photography,

soil sample collecting,

jet propulsion, and computerized limbs

that can climb over any size rock on the planet Mars.

Show-off.

I think he wants a doggy treat.

He's not getting this one!

That's strange.

What's happening?

My glasses!

After him!

Like, definitely not man's best friend.

Dad, what happened?

I... I don't know.

His programming went haywire.

Dr. Staples!

How do you explain Mecha Mutt running amok?

Could it be the Space Specter?

Space Specter? Like, what's she talking about?

There's a mysterious legend about an early manned mission, years ago.

After passing through a strange space mist on their way back to Earth,

the astronauts lost control of their ship,

and Houston was at a loss to explain what happened.

Legend has it the ghostly spirit came back in the ship space capsule

and has been haunting NASA ever since.

Even today, when anything goes wrong,

everyone blames it on the Space Specter.

Hogwash! It's a completely bogus story,

and I will not dignify it by discussing it any further.

Then how do you explain Mecha Mutt's rampage?

I, uh... I have to get back to you on that.

Sir! Mecha Mutt seems to have disappeared.

But I have my men surrounding the complex.

Dad, is there anything I can do?

Not now, Melanie.

I've never seen him so upset.

I would be upset, too, if I lost a multimillion-dollar piece of hardware.

If we don't figure out what went wrong, my father's career,

not to mention the entire space program, could be in jeopardy.

Well, gang, it looks like we have a mystery to solve.

We should start by talking to all the people who worked on Mecha Mutt.

Well, there's Dr. Devon Albright,

and Irv, my father's lab assistant.

Maybe we should split up.

Daphne and I could talk to the lab assistant.

Good idea.

If you don't mind, I'd like to tag along.

Nope. I really don't think... Oh! - Sure!

The more the merrier.

Dr. Staples and I did a complete diagnostics test

of Mecha Mutt's system before the demonstration.

We were up all night checking everything.

So I can't imagine why he suddenly went haywire.

Mmm. Mmm.

You want some rock candy, Melanie?

Sweets for the sweet.

No, no, thank you, Irv.

Sounds like Dr. Staples worked you pretty hard.

Is this your boyfriend, Melanie?

Oh, no! Fred's just a friend.

Oh, well, the pleasure's all mine, then, Fred.

Huh?

Sorry. Sticky hands.

To answer your question, yes.

Dr. Staples keeps me so busy

I don't even have time to date.

Something I think about all the time.

But I put up with it because he's like a father to me.

Or, perhaps one day, father-in-law.

Okay. I think we're done here.

Uh, thanks, Irv. Come on.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't get your name.

Apparently, it doesn't matter.

I just don't get why everybody around here

is falling all over themselves to get Melanie's attention.

Did I just say that out loud?

Where does a 20-foot robot hide in this place?

Anywhere it wants.

Good one, Scoob.

Oh, boy.

Come on, guys. Dr. Albright's lab is down here.

Zoinks!

It's Mecha Mutt!

Shaggy, Scooby, wait!

Like, are we in space, Scooby-Doo?

'Cause I am seeing stars.

Huh?

You can relax. This is not Mecha Mutt.

This is Rover One, an early prototype, designed by me.

I'm Dr. Devon Albright.

But I thought Dr. Staples invented the canine Mars rover.

That's just what he lets people think.

But it was my idea.

I worked years perfecting it.

A two-man-operated, four-legged, all-terrain vehicle.

I was on my way to developing a rover that could be operated on Mars

completely by wireless remote.

But NASA allowed Dr. Staples to take over my project

because he was a famous astronaut, a national hero.

What better way to increase funds for the project?

And I? I was left with nothing.

But I'm not bitter.

I know that sniff! That's the sniff of deliciousness!

Ah!

Whoa!

This must be where the space guys hang out.

Hmm.

Like, this must be what the astronauts eat on their missions.

Space food!

Pumpkin pie!

Hmm.

Blueberry cheesecake!

Maybe we should take some to sustain ourselves on our mission, Scoob.

Right.

Count down to snack time!

Biscuit?

Yikes!

No! No!

No! Oh, yes!

Come on!

Huh? We've hit a dead end, Shaggy.

How do you shut the doors?

Huh?

Like, down, boy.

He's caught in the grate. Hurry!

Now they close?

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

Melanie said she's going to catch up with us after she sees how her father's doing.

Huh, she's so thoughtful.

So far we've got two suspects and two missing friends.

Sounds par for the course.

Whoa!

Do you hear that?

I got this.

Whoa!

Hey, are you two all right?

Like, he won't be bothering anyone ever again!

Thanks to our unusual ingenuity

and, um, bravery.

We're heroes!

Totally!

Uh, guys?

Huh?

What's going on? Where's Mecha...

Seriously?

There was no other place to jump?

Uh, hmm.

Hmm!

What I'd like to know is how you guys locked yourself inside a wind tunnel

when the controls are out here.

- We didn't. - Maybe it was the Space Specter.

Well, if it was, he had sticky fingers.

Mmm-mmm. I was never anywhere near the wind tunnel.

Candy?

No, thank you.

So, you were here the whole time?

Of course.

Dr. Staples works me so hard,

I haven't been out of this lab in four days!

He could hire another assistant to help out but he doesn't.

And I know why!

Why?

He's trying to keep Melanie and me apart!

Irv, I don't think my father has any idea how you feel.

I know I didn't.

How can he not? It's written all over my face!

And I'll do anything to ensure that man does not succeed in his evil quest

to squash our budding relationship.

Anything!

Are you sure you don't want some candy?

Irv was telling the truth.

According to this security footage,

he never once left the lab.

So, if Irv isn't controlling Mecha Mutt, who is?

Huh, huh, what's happening?

Mecha Mutt is blowing out the entire security network!

You kids stay here!

I'll bet Mecha Mutt is finally making his move to escape.

And if he does, my father's career will leave with him.

I don't understand how this can be happening.

Maybe someone has found a way to override Dr. Staple's system

and is operating Mecha Mutt by remote control!

I agree.

See? I'm just as smart as Melanie.

Trust me, Daphne, I'm not attracted to Melanie's brain.

I mean... No, what I mean...

That didn't come out right!

So, like, what do we do now?

We set a trap!

And I think I know just the person who can help us.

Yes, all the Martian rovers contain the same GPS system, even Mucky Mutt.

But if the system malfunctioned, how would you find the rover, then?

It would automatically send out a local emergency signal

that could be picked up by nearby space stations, or other rovers.

Like that rover!

I suppose.

So, we might be able to track down Mecha Mutt with your rover!

Except there's no one here to operate it.

All non-essential personnel were ordered to leave,

including my two operators.

Well, that's okay. We've got our own operators.

Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Every time!

How do they do this to us every time?

I have no idea!

Shaggy, Scooby, can you hear me? We've linked in.

Fred is ready at the crane.

You just have to lure Mecha Mutt to the magnet.

According to his signal, he should be out there somewhere.

Be careful, guys. You're almost on top of him.

Like, there must be something wrong with the signal because I don't see him.

Me, neither.

Like, we should check out the kitchen.

Yeah.

Uh-oh!

Oh! Ah!

Run, Scoob!

Whoa! Whoa!

Over here! Bring him over here!

Hold on! We're getting there!

Whoa!

I thought all this iron was supposed to protect you.

We surrender!

Hey, Scoob! I think he likes us better on two feet.

Yeah! Two feet running.

-Ah! -Whoa!

Incoming!

Whoa!

Perfect, guys! He's coming right at you!

And that's a good thing?

Oh, no. He knows!

He's getting away!

Shaggy! You've got emergency boosters. Use them!

Do I have to?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Scooby snacks.

It worked!

Nice work, kids. You stopped Mecha Mutt.

You have a lot of explaining to do, Dr. Staples!

Dr. Staples is not the one responsible, sir.

The person behind this robot's antics is you!

Huh?

Me? How could it be me?

I suspected something was up when we first met.

It was your hair band.

It looked plastic but it was metal.

Uh!

See? It's packed with electronics!

It's a cybernetic remote control!

But what really got my mind going

was the sticky substance on the controls in the testing center.

It wasn't candy but a gum resin.

The same concoction Fred used to make the netting of his trap sticky.

And the only one who ever came in contact with the netting was you, Melanie!

You had it in your hands when you locked

Shaggy and Scooby in the wind tunnel with Mecha Mutt.

You hid when you heard us coming.

And pretended to be just arriving on the scene

when we freed Shaggy and Scooby.

That's why Mecha Mutt also knew to avoid Fred's magnet.

You were directing him!

Melanie?

Yes, it was me, Dad.

Why? Because of you!

All my life, your work has come first.

You've ignored and neglected me,

never once seeing just how brilliant I am.

And conniving!

Inside voice, Daphne.

So, I decided to show him just how brilliant.

And if I had to destroy his career, not to mention the entire space program,

to get his attention, so be it!

You are in big, big trouble, young lady.

I don't care. And I would've gotten away with it

if it wasn't for you meddling space cadets.

If you ask me,

we could've wrapped this case up a lot sooner if you'd all listen to me!

I never trusted her!

Am I right?

Second place, Fred!

You should be very happy.

Thanks.

Hey, congratulations on your first place finish.

What happened to Shaggy and Scooby?

I think they went looking for more of that space paste the astronauts eat.

Mmm.

Like, I knew I could count on you

to find more delicious-tasting goop, Scoob.

Mmm-mmm!

Chicken fried steak!

Yeah. Yummy!

Designation control!

Prepare to launch three-month mission to the international space station.

Oh, boy! Sounds like they're launching a rocket.

- Should we go watch? - Yeah!

Three, two, one.

Uh-oh.

Scoob! I suddenly got a bad feeling.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!