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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]

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