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SHAGGY: Yikes! (WHIMPERING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Scoob, I take back everything I
ever said about birthday clowns.

Nothing's scarier than...

- Puppets.
- (BOTH SHUDDER)

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

Like, man, why are Scoob
and I running from the monster

instead of anyone else?

It's pretty much default
behavior at this point.

How's it comin', Fred?

Almost done.
Counter-weighted pulleys,
titanium weave mesh,

and now, my most
escape-proof trap yet.

I call her "the Marionette."

SCOOBY-DOO: Incoming!

- (WHIMPERING)
- (GROWLING)

It's not ready yet, Shaggy.

No problem.

We'll just ask the killer
puppets to take a time out.

(LAUGHING)

(BEEPING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(LAUGHING)

Jinkies! The world's
greatest detective.

Batman, what are you doing here?

I go wherever puppet-related
crime rears its ugly head.

Well, thanks for the assist.

You should be hanging
out in malt shops.

Not loitering in
condemned buildings.

Like, Batman just told
us to get a milkshake.

I think we should listen.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah,
to the malt shop.

- But, we're here to solve a mystery.
- (BOTH GROAN)

Leave the sleuthing to
professional mystery solvers.

It's not safe here for you kids.

Hey, no one calls us kids.

Actually, a lot of
people call us kids.

Most commonly paired
with the word "meddling."

We are mystery solvers.

- And we are...
- (PUPPET LAUGHING)

(ALL GASP)

This vindictive
ventriloquism ends now,

you pernicious puppeteer.

(GRUNTS)

Zoinks! He's a ghost.

Not possible. There's always
a rational explanation.

Rationalize later. Trap now.

Trap. Right!

- (GRUNTS)
- (ALL WHIMPER)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(ALL PANTING)

(ALL GASP)

- (SNARLS)
- (ALL GASP)

(ALL SCREAM)

Oh, where's the lever?

I need a light.

A light.

(GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Great, you just trapped Batman.

I did? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Cool!

Fred, think, if Batman's in
the trap, then where's...

(SNARLS)

(SCREAMS)

Afraid of a little fire, huh?

Looks like you've
met your match.

Ow!

- (GROWLS)
- Whoa!

(PANTING)

Split up and head for the exit!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Hmm?

Hmm.

(SCREAMS)

(CRASHES)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH COUGHING)

Well, gang. It seems like we've finally
gotten to the bottom of this mystery.

It all started when we
got an anonymous e-mail

asking for our help with
a rash of bizarre thefts,

all committed using puppets.

This could only mean the abandoned
theater of Puppetto the puppeteer.

Locals claim his ghost
began terrorizing them

when they voted to tear it down.

Then I noticed Fredo using his
hands and feet to steal jewels.

We also found something else
at the crime scenes.

Banana peels.

And Puppetto was
frightened of a lit match.

But the real Puppetto
was a trained fire eater.

He also phased right
through Batman's hand.

Which can only mean that Fredo
and Puppetto are really...

A monkey and a space alien?

Hmm, obvious in retrospect.

Not just any monkey/alien.

This is the Martian Manhunter
and Detective Chimp.

The superheroes?

But why would two good
guys resort to stealing?

For once, I have no idea.

Unless...

(BATMAN APPLAUDING)

Congratulations.

You passed the test.

A first for me.

(EXCLAIMS DELIGHTEDLY)

Batman? What test?

To see if you were ready
to join our organization.

Bravo! Good show,
and all that, what?

(EXCLAIM DELIGHTEDLY)

BATMAN: Mystery Incorporated,

welcome to the Mystery
Analysts of Gotham.

(GASPS) The world's pre-eminent
crime busting organization.

This is a lifelong dream.

What made you choose us?

We've been aware of your team
for some time.

This was your initiation.

I knew something about the
crimes felt staged.

Hats off, milady.

Like, man, talking animals
freak me out.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Our next meeting is in a week.

In the meantime, I could
use your help on a few cases.

I've made all the arrangements,
if you'll follow me.

Jinkies, Batman needs our help?

(SNARLS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Huh?

(GROANS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING)

Sayonara, my masked mutton head.

(LAUGHING)

Not so fast, you malignant
mind boggler.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

We've danced this
dance before, Riddler.

It always ends with you licking your
wounds in a padded cell at Arkham Asylum.

True, you beat me
one on one, Batman.

But riddle me this,

when is a villain like
a mathematician?

Answer, when it multiplies.

(LAUGHS)

Did someone mention a dance?

Meow.

(GROWLING)

I'm gonna make a nice
bat gumbo out of you.

I anticipated your malevolent
mathematics, Riddler,

and brought some additional
allies of my own.

Outrageous.

Aquaman, Question.

Thanks for your assistance.

Could I ever refuse a call
from the Batman?

Crab cakes. You brought him?

He's so annoying with
all those deuced questions.

And how are you, Aquaman?

See?

Besides, he really
creeps me out.

Huh?

Have at thee,
you reptilian rapscallion.

(ROARS)

(CATWOMAN HISSING)

CATWOMAN: Poor thing.

Must be hard to
see in that mask.

Let me scratch some
eyes out for you.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

Let's wrap this up, Question.

We're due at the monthly meeting
of the Mystery Analysts of Gotham

- (GROANING)
- A party, eh?

(GRUNTING)

Huzzah!

- Meeting.
- (GROANS)

Not party.

Anywhere I go is a party.

A party? So there
will be dancing.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Aquaman, use
your hydro-kinesis.

My what-the-what?

Your water controlling powers.

Yes, my hydro... (MUMBLING)

(SONAR PINGING)

(ALL GROANING)

(ZAPPING)

(GROANING)

Safe to say, that's a wrap.

Then, to the Mystery
Analyst meeting.

Outrageous!

Let's get going.

It's secret invite
only, Aquaman.

You're not a detective.

Not a detective?

Why, I'm a wiz at sleuthing
out hidden undersea currents.

That's oceanography,
not criminal investigation.

Plus, I can identify 900 species
of fish on sight alone.

That's ichthyology.

Precisely.

And who's better at detecting those nasty
hard to reach volcanic fissures, eh?

Me, that's who.

Again, oceanography.

But thanks for mopping up.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MUMBLING)

Some pals.

Leaving me to do all the work.

Edgar, do all the work.

Detectives only, eh?

Hmm.

SHAGGY: So, dude, there will be dinner
served at the meeting, correct?

You just cleaned out a truck
stop mini-mart on the way here.

No, I saved one box
of cookies for later.

(CLEARS THROAT) Which is now.

SCOOBY-DOO: Mmm.

(CHOMPING)

Like, dude, no fair.

(LAUGHS)

You know what's
the real mystery here?

Batman himself.

I mean, who is he, really?

Under that mask,
he could be anyone.

Technically, not anyone.

Given Batman's observed
height and proportions,

combined with the
necessary financial means,

I've narrowed Gotham's
ten million citizens

down to a mere 6,052.

Maybe you can ask him yourself.

'Cause we're here.

But which door is it?

There are dozens.

FRED: No sign of a keyhole.

Or a doorknob.

Wait, Fred, stop the van.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(VELMA READING)

Man, that is really bad haiku.

Or good haiku.

I can never tell.

Not a poem, an anagram.

Ta-da!

(FRED READING)

Word jumbles, makes those long
between-mystery miles just fly by.

And look, there's a gap
in the bricks.

Welcome, Mystery Incorporated, to
the Mystery Analysts of Gotham.

In a word, jinkies.

Some of our members
you've already met.

Are those Chocos?

Um, yes.

Mine.

(CHOMPING)

(LAUGHS)

This is The Question,

our resident
conspiracy theorist.

Jinkies, what happened
to his face?

Now, that would be telling.

Never mind, we're good.

BOTH: Uh-huh.

And our expert in Meta
Human Criminology, Black...

Canary. Oh, wow,
I'm a huge fan.

Huge fan.

No autographs, Ascot.

BATMAN: Everyone,
please take a seat.

- PLASTIC MAN: Sorry.
- (GASPS)

This seat's taken.

See what I did there?

I'm taking up the exact
space of a chair.

(SIGHS) And how could we
forget Plastic Man?

A Martian Mindwipe
would do the trick.

As I was about to say,

whenever any of us have a
particularly baffling mystery,

we present it to the group.

Speaking of mysteries,

it's tradition for new members
to pick our next case to solve.

(WHIRRING)

VELMA: A filing cabinet?

Isn't that a little old school?

It's our "unsolved cases" file.

A drawer for each hero.

That would be Plastic Man's.

Yeah, I like to build up a bunch

and solve 'em all at once.

Jeepers, Batman only has
one unsolved case?

Ruddy show-off he is.

A case even Batman
couldn't solve?

That's...

Not open for discussion.

- But we wanted to...
- (RUMBLING)

I am Sir Arthur...

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Quirot of the Cleveland Yard.

You are all under suspicion.

Aquaman? What are you...

I shall ask the questions here.

Where is the body?

Aquaman.

I know one of you
is the guilty party.

Aquaman.

And I never forget a face.

Although, you seem to
have forgotten yours.

(LAUGHING)

Just so you know,

I'm rolling my eyes.

Aquaman.

(SIGHS)

You can stay.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
I can?

Out...

Uh...

Eureka!

- (BEEPING)
- By the hordes of H'ronmeer,

a crime alert.

Probably someone
stealing televisions.

You'd know a thing or two
about that, wouldn't you?

Look again,

that's a scientific
storage facility

used to hold materials that are
especially dangerous or toxic in nature.

That sounds serious.

Maybe we should investigate.

Agreed.

As new members of the
Mystery Analysts of Gotham,

I move that Mystery Incorporated
take the lead on this case.

Well, gang, it looks like we have
another mystery on our hands.

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

(ECHOING) Batman.

VELMA: Batman,
everything okay?

What? Oh, yes. I'm fine.

THE QUESTION: Hmm.

A dozen companies have used this
storage facility over the years.

(THUDS)

Sounds like whoever did it
is still in here.

Manhunter.

MANHUNTER: Odd.

I'm not sensing
a living being inside.

Zoinks.

So, whatever
is in there isn't...

(GULPS)

...alive?

Strange, the alarm seems to have
been tripped intentionally.

THE QUESTION: As if someone
wanted us to come.

By Jove, this is starting
to sound intriguing.

Mystery Incorporated,
this is your case.

How do you wanna start?

Huh? Oh, right.

(STUTTERING)
Like we always do.

Split up and look for clues.

Everyone take the one
on your left.

Looks like it's you
and me, doll.

(PURRS)

(SIGHS)

Okay, fine. You two
search the north section.

Velma, Detective Chimp,
you take the south.

Oh, do try and
keep up, won't you?

Oh, yeah? You try
and keep up.

Mentally, I mean.

Shaggy, you're with Question
and Martian Manhunter.

Search the east section.

Like, sure, I'd love to search
for an undead science thief

with a faceless man
and a space alien.

- (SNARLS)
- (SCREAMS)

That never gets old.

And Scooby,

you go with Batman and Aquaman.

Search the perimeter
storage units.

Outrageous.

I'll get him to spill the bat beans
about that unsolved case yet,

my canine compadre.

Outrageous. (LAUGHING)

Me and Ascot.

(SIGHS DREAMILY)

Lovely.

(SNIFFING)

So, Batman,
now that we're alone,

confide in your
old chum A-man.

What's in that old file
of yours?

Did you lose another Robin?

Just drop it, Aquaman.

THE QUESTION: These devices
were activated recently.

Radioactivity could do that.

Like, all this investigating
is making me hungry.

Now, where did I put
that last Choco?

Mine! (CHOMPS)

Dude, do they have
manners on your planet?

(SWALLOWS) No.

I'll search ahead.

So, Ms. Canary,

what do you know about
Batman's unsolved case?

Not much, Ascot.

No one knows what it is.

Just now, he seemed worried.

Worried or guilty?

VELMA: Someone broke
into this storage unit

and it looks like several vials
labelled "Isotope 29" have been stolen.

Three, to be exact.

You can see the
indentations clearly.

Clearly, there were four.

There's a ring where it was
standing alongside the others.

But clearly, this was
radioactive in nature.

The specific chemical makeup
is unknowable.

And clearly, it was Isotope 29.

The label ink left a faint
imprint in the tray.

Reversed, of course.

Ruddy show-off.

Clearly.

(PLASTIC MAN SHIVERS)

Is it me, or is it
getting cold in here?

So, what was that about
stealing televisions?

Oh, my real name
is Edward O'Brian.

Folks used to call me...

Eel O'Brian?

The most slippery thief ever
sought by the Gotham PD?

You're a criminal!

Correction, doll.
I'm a used-to-be criminal.

Ever since an accident made Eel
O'Brian the stretchiest man alive,

(STAMMERING)

(SNEEZES)

I'm 100% hero.

- Are you okay?
- (SHIVERING)

The cold messes
with my stretching.

You go ahead, I'll catch up.

And let's keep this between us.

It's kind of embarrassing.

(PLASTIC MAN SHIVERING)

(SNEEZES)

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Something is in here.

MAN: (ECHOING) Batman.

I can handle this alone.

You should all head
back to headquarters.

Batman.

You did this to me.

Do you remember, Batman?

Now, I'm back.

Back to make you pay.

You and all of Gotham.

Zoinks.

Like, what is that?

A ghost!

Who or what are you?

You may call me
The Crimson Cloak.

Is that the thing
from your case?

What's this have to do
with the missing vials?

Now's not the time, Canary.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

Have at thee,
you felonious phantasm.

Huh?

(SCREAMS)

(HIGH-PITCHED WARBLE)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

BOTH: Huh?

None of you shall escape.

Everybody, run!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(ALL PANTING)

Scoob, old pal,

it's been nice knowing you.

Likewise.

(GRUNTS)

(ROARS)

Hey, what did I miss?

Yes, what's happening?

Plastic Man, those barrels
are combustible.

- Cover us.
- I'm on it.

Literally.

(EXPLOSION)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Aquaman, Canary, put that
fire out before it spreads.

Chimp and Question, check for
any innocent bystanders.

Follow my lead.

Of course, my siren sister.

(HIGH-PITCHED WARBLE)

What can we do to help?

You and the others need
to get some place safe.

Meet me at the malt shop on the
corner of Spears and Ruby.

- But we were just...
- Go, I'll be in contact soon.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

WAITRESS: So,
what are you kids having?

Like, five chocolate shakes,
my good woman.

What are the rest of
you guys havin'?

(GIGGLES)

(SIGHS)

Four more, please.

(DOOR OPENS)

I've been looking for you
hippie mystery solvers.

Detective Harvey Bullock,
Gotham PD.

What's going on, Detective?

Fred Jones,

I'm investigating a robbery
at Gotham Chemical Storage.

Wouldn't know anything
about that, would ya?

Have you tried splitting up
and looking for clues?

That always works for us.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure
it does, cupcake.

Here's a clue for you.

This was taken at the scene
of a break-in.

Whole building destroyed.

Wait, who took that photo?

Anonymous tipper.

That's your gang's little
flower power van, ain't it?

We're not a gang.

Like, sure, collectively we often
refer to ourselves as "the gang."

But we're not a real gang.

I mean, we're a gang,

but not technically
a "gang" gang.

And we weren't involved
in that theft.

Yeah?

Where you been
the last couple hours?

Uh-oh.

Uh, I'm afraid we can't
tell you that.

Well, ain't that convenient?

We're mystery solvers,

how can you suspect
us of a crime?

Seen it before.

Cop spends so much time
thinking like a criminal,

he starts acting like one.

Actually, that's a
well-documented...

...and completely unsound
phenomenon. (CHUCKLES)

All right, you kids
are coming with me

after I search your van.

You can't do that.

BATMAN: That'll do,
Detective Bullock.

I'm sure Commissioner Gordon
would be interested to hear

you're arresting citizens
without a warrant.

Gee, I can't seem to find it.

Must've left it at the precinct.

Come back when
the donuts are fresh, Bullock.

This ain't over, Bats.

I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Bet on it.

What can I get you, Batman?

Buttermilk over ice, please.

(SIGHS) That was close.

BATMAN: I got here
as soon as I could.

The others are out working the case,
but Bullock complicates things.

Batman, what happened earlier?

And who is that Crimson Cloak?

An old villain?

A new one.

I've never seen him before.

Unless...

What does that mean?

Is he wearing a disguise
or some sort of illusion?

It doesn't seem possible.

I've checked and cross-checked the entire
criminal database in the Batcave computer.

Batcave?

As in, the actual Batcave?

Jinkies! When do we
get to see that?

BATMAN: You don't.

Gentleman Ghost,
Clayface, Joker.

Anyone who could do this
is either in Arkham Asylum

or Blackgate Penitentiary.

Batman, you have to
tell us what happened.

FRED: We're all part of
the Mystery Analysts.

We help each other solve cases.

Yeah, it's what we
Scooby-Doo.

Your unsolved case.

No one outside yourselves has
seen the contents of this file.

It was during my
first year as a crime fighter.

I'd intercepted a report of
criminal activity at a secret lab.

That malevolent mastermind
Professor Milo

had been conducting
a teleportation experiment

that had gone horribly awry.

Batman?

You won't thwart my
experiments this time.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

BATMAN: I easily subdued
Professor Milo.

But his two henchmen, Doctors
Leo Scarlett and Wade Magny,

weren't so lucky.

It's out of control!

We didn't know!

Batman, help us, please!

(SCREAMING)

- (SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTING)

BATMAN: I finally pulled
both of them free.

Or so I thought.

I had saved Dr. Magny,

but Leo Scarlett...

(EXPLOSION)

Thank you, you...

You saved me.

BATMAN: It was my fault.

He was the only innocent
life I ever lost.

Wow.

So that's your unsolved case.

Sometimes, I could hear
a voice in my dreams.

But I never thought it was real.

Now, to see what he's become...

How could he be back?

Because it's a real ghost.

Yeah, a ghost.

Don't worry, Batman.

Mystery Incorporated is going
to help you solve this case.

Wherever it leads.

Like, where's Professor Milo?

He's the most likely suspect.

He met his fate in a rodent-related
incident a few years ago.

Don't ask.

Did Leo have any family?

Only Leo's father, Sam Scarlett.

A world class scientist
in his own right.

After the accident,
he swore revenge.

But he was a broken man.

Wait, something just hit me.

Velma, give me your notebook.

You said the other henchmen's
name was Dr. Wade Magny?

But look what happens when
you rearrange the letters.

(FRED READING)

How could I have missed that?

Word scrambles.

You know it.

Amazing.

Like, who's Edward Nygma?

I don't know.

The man who would become the most twistedly
clever criminal I've ever faced.

The Riddler.

ALL: The Riddler?

All this time.

I never realized he was
involved with Professor Milo.

We have to question him.

Do you know where he is?

I do, but you
need to stay behind.

Are you kidding?

We've explored tons
of spooky places.

You've never been
any place like this.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

VELMA: Arkham Asylum.

This should be a fascinating insight
into the supervillain psyche.

Like, Batman was right.

We should've stayed behind.

I'm man enough to admit it.

I'm dog enough.

BATMAN: Scooby.

(SNIFFING)

Hmm?

When is a dog not a dog?

Hmm.

When it's pure bread.

(LAUGHING)

(WHIMPERING)

I've come to
get answers, Riddler.

I know you were working with Professor
Milo the night of the accident.

Took you long enough.

But before I answer
your questions,

you must answer mine.

When you say my name, I vanish.

What am I?

I got it, a coward.

Let's vanish.

The answer is silence.

Ooh, I like this one.

Silence it is.

We're runnin', not screamin'.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Time to break
your silence, Riddler.

How did you get mixed up
with Milo and Scarlett?

What happened the night
of the accident?

Fresh out of school,
I was brilliantly evil,

but too young.

I hadn't figured out the whole
supervillain thing yet.

So, you came up with a fake name

and joined up with
Professor Milo's gang.

I convinced the rather
impressionable Leo Scarlett

to join up with me.

But the machine wasn't ready.

This was as much your doing
as it was Professor Milo's.

I'm not the one who failed
to save poor Leo Scarlett.

Thank you for saving me,
by the way, Batman.

(LAUGHS)

Enough!
Crimson Cloak, what is he?

Perhaps he's fate.

You failed to save Leo's life,
now he's come for yours.

So, I leave you
with a final riddle.

What's black, white
and red all over?

Everyone knows that.
A newspaper.

Wrong! The answer,
dear Batman,

is the last thing
you will ever see.

The black of his shadow,
his white-hot fury,

and a descending red
shroud of your doom.
(LAUGHS)

This is a dead end.

Lest you think
me a complete monster,

you'll find his remains,
the sleeve of his lab coat,

laid to rest at Arkham Cemetery.

On the grounds
of this very asylum.

Let's go.

(RIDDLER LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

BOTH: Ooh.

(BOTH GIGGLE)

Like, who knew
Arkham had a cafeteria?

SHAGGY: Bates burger,
Hanni-bowl, Pasta Al Capone.

Sounds scary, but it sure
looks delicious. (LAUGHS)

What do you say, Scoob?

(SLURPS) Let's seek asylum.

Shaggy! Scooby-Doo!

Where are you?

Sorry, Batman,
they run off sometimes.

A lot, actually.

Okay, every single time.

Flight is a natural response
to the unknown.

We'll find them.

- (ALL GASP)
- CRIMSON CLOAK: Batman!

Leaving so soon, Batman?

Jeepers! It's the ghost!

What do you want,
you pestiferous poltergeist?

Why, your demise, of course.

(GRUNTS)

How fitting
it should happen here,

among all your enemies.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)
He's turned off the power.

But the cell doors
are electronically operated.

That means...

(ALL CACKLING)

Batman, what was that
you said about running?

- It's a natural response.
- Yeah, that.

Run!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

You may have to be crazy
to get in here,

but you'd be even
crazier to leave.

(LAUGHS)

HARLEY QUINN: Ooh, that's
a lot of puddin', puddin'.

(GASPS)

You weren't going to
eat that salad, were you?

Ivy gets real upset when
folks ain't nice to plants!

This? (WHIMPERS)

Garnish. Purely decorative.

We'll just put it back for the
next evil mastermind to enjoy.

Zoinks! Like, man,
where did that come from?

Beats me. Beats you too.

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(SNARLING)

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(GROWLING)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

(MUNCHING)

Oh, so it's like that, is it?

Food fight!

(LAUGHS, GRUNTS)

Get them, Georgia.

Like, we're pinned down.

We'll have to eat
our way out of here!

Let's roll!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(ALL GROAN)

- Shagg, Scoob.
- (WHIMPERS)

Like, the villains are all out.

We know,
they're right behind us.

We can't let them escape
into the city.

Everyone out, quickly!

You don't have to tell us twice.

(GRUNTS)

(WHIZZING)

We need to seal off the outer
exit before they get out.

(WHIRRING)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, that was close.

If those criminals had escaped,

it would have been a disaster.

Man, the real disaster is
all that food going to waste.

Yeah, I wanted seconds.

- Guys, look.
- VELMA: Arkham Cemetery.

(WOLF HOWLING)

FRED: This must be the place
Riddler was talking about.

Like, I have a plan.

How about we don't open
the spooky crypt?

(BOTH STRAINING)

Zoinks! A ghost!

No. It's another dead end.

- Scooby.
- Mmm-hmm.

(SNIFFING)

(BARKS)

Like, Scooby-Doo
found something.

VELMA: A footprint.

Good work, Scooby.

Someone opened the hatch.

Like, that someone
is still there.

(BOTH GASP)

Guys, it's just
Detective Bullock.

Hey, you can't search our van
without a warrant.

This time I brung one.

And that ain't all, hippies.

The Mystery Analysts of Gotham.

I may not be you super freaks'
biggest fan,

but I thought you'd want to know

about one of your own goin' bad.

Batman and his mystery pals
let out half the inmates.

Inciting a riot?
Is this true?

We didn't do that.
It was the ghost.

Oh, ghost. Right.

I was just about to search
their van, but be my guest.

VELMA:
The stolen Isotope 29?

THE QUESTION: Hmm. Curious.

You said a mouthful,
if you had a mouth.

Those were not in our van.
Someone put them there.

Detective Bullock, I personally
vouch for Mystery Incorporated.

We're working together.

Then I'll take that
as an admission.

There is an
explanation for this.

I'm sure there is,

but there are
procedures to follow.

And right now, you and the
gang are prime suspects.

And you have been acting
a bit off of late, old chap.

Arrest them all,
including the Bat!

As a former crook, I have to
admit this does look bad.

We haven't done anything.

We were framed.

Come along quietly.

Don't try anything stupid.

Like this?

(ALL COUGHING)

- To the Batmobile?
- No time.

Drive!

You heard the man.

Paw to the metal!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh, groovy.

(ALL COUGHING)

The guilty always run.

Detective, we'll bring them in.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN HONKING)

We've been chased
by a lot of things,

but never superheroes.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Whoever is at the wheel
is driving like a madman.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Indeed. They need to be stopped
before someone gets injured.

Let me show 'em
the proper hand signals.

Scooby, turn left!

Left. Copy.

He doesn't know directions.

Duh. He's a dog.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Yeah!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Where are we going?
- They call it

No Man's Land.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(ALL PANTING)

(ALL GASP)

(BOTH SNARLING)

You kids make a run for it.

I'll hold them off
as long as I can.

Scoob and I got this.

(BOTH GASP)

BOTH: Oh.

Dudes, where you've been?

We throw this
killer tailgate party

and you guys
are just showing up now?

Like, game starts
in five minutes.

Hmm. Not cool.

(GRUNTS)

Here, down these quick.
Can't bring food in the stadium.

- SHAGGY: Hey!
- (BOTH GRUNT)

What are you doing?

No one puts ketchup
on a hot dog.

Mustard and relish only.

Like this.

(BOTH GROAN)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

There's no possible way
that should have worked.

Just go with it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MELLOW JAZZ PLAYING)

Here's to crime. (LAUGHS)

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (BOTH GRUNTING)

(ALL GROANING)

What? Hippies have invaded
our sacred sanctorum!

And the Caped Crusader
was at the wheel!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Come on, you nefarious nobodies,

let us A-listers show you
how to skin a bat! (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

- (MISSILE WHIZZING BY)
- (EXPLOSION)

(GASPS)

(LAUGHS) Is there room in this wacky
race for the mountebank of menace?

Is that the Joker?

BATMAN: And Penguin.

(LAUGHS)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(LAUGHS)

- What?
- (BOTH GROAN)

(GASPS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(QUACKING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(GIGGLES)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Hmm.

This is insane.

We can't outrun
superpowered heroes

and villains
in the Mystery Machine!

We won't have to.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Get in the car, I'll cover you.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Like, he wants us to jump?

From a moving car?

Into a moving car?

Uh-uh.

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, that was fun.

Come on, gang!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTING)

We lose more
Mystery Machines that way.

(ALL GASP)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Stop this, Batman,
before you go down in flames.

You first.

Mine.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hmm.

Sorry, Bats, end of the line.

- (SCREAMS)
- (ALL SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS) Curses, the batwinged
boob and those beatniks

have blown the belfry.
(SQUAWKS)

But as car chases go,
it was a gas. (LAUGHS)

Ugh. I need new friends.

BLACK CANARY: Well,
look what we have here.

Woopsie.

New plan.
Let's bash some bad guys.

I'm down.

Sorry for the tight squeeze.
We're almost there.

It's all good,

except for the Batarang
I think I'm sitting on.

Try not to shift
your weight, then.

Could be an exploding one.

(BOTH GULP)

Where are we headed, Batman?

Someplace you can lie low
until we can clear your names.

And yours.

By helping us, you've
become a fugitive as well.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Jinkies!
We're in the Batcave.

DAPHNE:
As in the actual Batcave?

Based on the bat guano
I just stepped in,

I'd say yes.

Ooh...

Better.

(EXPLOSION)

Oops.

I have some investigating to do.

Please, make yourself at home.

Like, it definitely has the
whole cave thing going for it.

But the giant penny and Dino
don't exactly scream Bat.

Those do.

FRED: Wow!
Batman's first uniform.

VELMA: And Robin,
the Boy Wonder.

DAPHNE: Batgirl's got the
cutest cape ever.

SHAGGY: Like, those flashy
threads can only be Nightwing's.

(LAUGHS) Look, Scoob,
who knew Batman had a dog?

I did. (GIGGLES)

That's Ace the Bat-Hound.

These are all
of Batman's sidekicks.

Former sidekicks.

(NEWS THEME PLAYING)

That one, the press report.

REPORTER: Detective Bullock,
you can't actually believe

Mystery Incorporated
is behind these crimes?

This all started right after
they arrived in Gotham.

And this time,
we got it all on camera.

(ALL GASP)

BULLOCK: Norville Rogers,

better known by his gang
call sign, Shaggy.

ALL: Shaggy?

REPORTER: (ON TV)
There you have it, folks.

Undeniable proof that Mystery
Incorporated is guilty of...

FRED: Really has his
trademark slouch.

DAPHNE:
And his toothpick arms.

And his soulless, beady eyes.

Like, okay.
We get the picture.

But it's not me.

Of course not. There is no
possible way that's Shaggy.

He walked right past
a box of donuts.

You don't suppose Detective
Bullock and his men could be...

No. Stay here.

It's too dangerous for you
kids to be out on the street.

Where are you going?

Back to where this all started.

Milo's lab.

Something about that event
still doesn't add up.

You mean, we have to stay
holed up in this cave

without sustenance?

Or anything to eat?

There's a supply of food in...

Ah, the Bat dehydrator.

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

It's been shrunk.

What horrific device
could do this to food?

It's evil.
Evil, I tell you.

It allows me to eat
high-caloric meals on the go.

(LAUGHS) It's like eating
a full course meal.

In one moisture-free bite.

Ugh, I've never eaten
so little and felt so full.

Oh, instant gluttony.

(BOTH BURP)

But Batman, we wanna help.

This mud isn't native
to the area.

Find out where it came from.

You're letting me use the Batlab?
(CHUCKLES)

Of course.
We are partners, after all.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jinkies.

(WHIRRING)

Indulging in a bit of
Bat sleuthery, are we?

Aquaman, not a good time.

But I heard
about all the trouble

you and your hippy
sidekicks are in.

I want to help.

They're not hippies,
and you're not...

Not a detective,
I know, by Neptune.

I'm here to lend my fists,
not my wits.

(SIGHS) Fine.
But follow my lead.

Outrageous!

I shall call this,
"The time I helped Batman

"defend a gang of
juvenile delinquents."

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Are you okay, Batman?

Did you hear a voice?

Sorry, old chum.

My hearing's as sharp
as a swordfish, but...

(RUSTLING)

I heard that.

Question,
what are you doing here?

Following the threads,
same as you.

They all lead here,
but it's a dead end.

It can't be. It's the only way
to clear Mystery Incorporated.

THE QUESTION: The gang isn't
behind this, I'm sure of that.

Well, look who's finally learned
to have a little faith.

And for a change,
you're not ending

every sentence with a question.

I can't tell you
how annoying that was.

Pull it in for a hug,
my blank-faced buddy.

THE QUESTION: Ugh.

Guess I picked up
a few bad habits

working with you and Batman.

Why, you've even developed
a sense of humor.

Of sorts.

This is a night for rejoicing.

That'll have to wait, Aquaman.

There's evil afoot.

Crimson Cloak has rebuilt
Milo's teleportation machine.

(RUMBLING)

Welcome, Dark Knight.

Okay, that is scary.
Can't be real.

It isn't. But I suspect
I know who it is.

Leo Scarlett's father, Sam.

Give yourself up,
Mr. Scarlett.

This won't bring Leo back.

Let me help you, please.

That name means nothing
to the Crimson Cloak.

Then what is it you want?

Why, you, of course, Batman.

(GRUNTING)

THE QUESTION: Batman! Aquaman!

BATMAN: Question! No!

Don't worry about him,
Dark Knight.

Fear for yourself.

VELMA:
Now to see if I can identify
the soil from this footprint.

Oh, okay, that was weird.

Guys, something strange...

is going on.

(SHRIEKS)

Jeepers! The mud's alive!

But how?

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

So, like, we're in a battle
with possessed dirt.

Clearly, the chemicals in the stolen
isotope spilled into the ground,

resulting in stimulation of
the silicon particles which...

Ah, who am I kidding?

There's no
rational explanation for this.

(ALL PANTING)

It must be linked
with the case somehow.

SCOOBY-DOO: You think?

(VELMA SCREAMS)

(SNARLING)

We need Batman.

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Huh?

Awaken, Batman.

You wouldn't want to miss

the final moments of your life.

Leo, listen to me. I...

Leo is gone.

There is only The Crimson Cloak.

(SNARLING)

I'm sorry. Let me help you.

CRIMSON CLOAK: Too late.
You didn't save me.

And no one will save you.

Behold! I have repaired
what you destroyed.

(MACHINE POWERING UP)

(GROANS)

(SNARLING)

Suffering sand dollars!
I know you're a ghost,
but pull yourself together.

Great Scott, that's it!

How could I have not known?

(WHIMPERING)

BOTH: Fred. Plan.

Okay, okay.

Shagg, Scoob, you're...

BOTH: The bait? Shocker.

Hmm.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

Turn the dehydrator on.

(POWERING ON)

(ALL SIGH)

It's only dust.

This is all starting to
make sense now.

There's only one villain
who could be responsible.

Watch this.

- No way!
- I don't believe it.

Believe it!
We've got to warn Batman!

- (BEEPS)
- VELMA: Batman.

(ALL GASP)

He's been captured.
We have to help.

How? We're wanted by every police officer,
villain, and superhero in Gotham.

- Hmm.
- VELMA: What is it, Fred?

Plan B.

And "B" is for "Bat."

Groovy.

Aquaman, keep him distracted.

Will do, old chum.

I'll masterfully misdirect
that malevolent miscreant.

Hey there, buddy.

Let's not be too hasty
with those buttons.

After all, theft is one thing,

but this...

CRIMSON CLOAK: No loose ends.

Ah, yes, loose ends.

That reminds me of the time Mera made
her famous squid entrail casserole.

Oh, unfortunately,
the squid had gone bad and...

Uh-uh-uh.
No tricks, Dark Knight.

(GROANING)

And now, dear Batman,

it's your turn to be
scattered everywhere.

(POWERING ON)

So ends the world's
greatest detective.

(SNARLING)

And what's left of Gotham City

will be the criminal underworld's
to do with as it pleases.

(POWERING DOWN)

What?

FRED: Desist with this
depraved disintegration,

you diabolical despot.

The Bat Gang has arrived.

ALL: Prepare to face
the hammers of justice!

Like, um, what's next?

(SCREAMS)

Huh?

Outrageous!

Now, that's what
I call an entrance.

More distractions!

Jeepers! He's turned into
Bat villains.

What do we do?

Run!

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

(GANG WHIMPERING)

Like, isn't someone supposed to
say "holy something" about now?

Oh, um... Holy surrounded
by Bat villains!

Mmm. Not quite.

Try... Holy Custer's
Last Stand, Batman!

How are you so good at this?

Now!

(SNARLING)

- Huh?
- Have a taste

of the Bat dehydrator.

- (WHIRRING)
- (SNARLING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE CHATTER
ON RADIO)

BULLOCK: There we go.
Good job, guys.

Make sure you get every grain.

Looks like we missed the party.

THE QUESTION: We all did.

Took me a while to dig myself
out from under all that rubble.

FRED:
Now, for the unmasking...

Only there's no mask
to pull off this time.

Allow me.

Observe, The Crimson Cloak
is actually Clayface.

His real name is Basil Karlo,

an actor who was transformed
into living clay

and can mold himself
into anything.

Or anyone.

That's why my telepathy
didn't pick him up.

But for what motive?

I picked up
a corrosive bacteria strain.

My body was breaking down,

getting harder
to maintain my shape.

It was easier to split
into several parts.

BOTH:
Been there, done that.

But how could a teleportation
machine help?

I was offered a cure.

Just another
acting role, I guess.

All I had to do was help him
by stealing the isotopes

and framing you kids.

Help who?

The real culprit
behind this entire plot.

The Riddler.

ALL: The Riddler?

Once he had the machine,
he would hand over a cure.

I suppose
he was just acting, too.

All right. Guess you kids
ain't guilty of anything.

Except maybe
bad taste in fashion.

BULLOCK: Okay, let's get this
ball of mud back to Blackgate.

DAPHNE:
I almost feel sorry for him.

BATMAN:
He'll be fully rehydrated,

once he's securely back
behind prison walls.

Now, see here, old chap,

how could Riddler
have orchestrated

so complex a plan from Akhram?

Because The Riddler
was never at Arkham.

Jinkies!

Wow! I don't understand.

Outrageous!

Okay, I'm completely confused.

Zoinks!

Batman to Arkham.

Arkham here, Batman.

BATMAN:
Check inmate in cell DC-140.

The Riddler
is still in his cell.

Check again.

What? Arkham to Batman.

It's not The Riddler. It's...

Another Clayface decoy.

Then where is he?

Closer than you think.

I believe you kids
are owed a true unmasking.

ALL: The Riddler?

Okay, now this is
getting redundant.

Incredible! How long was he
posing as The Question?

Ever since our fight
at the bank.

So Clayface pretended
to be The Riddler.

Giving The Riddler the chance
to ambush The Question.

A perfect shell game.

Blazes! How did you
suss that out, good man?

I didn't. I was too distracted
by The Crimson Cloak

and my own sense of failure.

It was Aquaman's
keen observational skill

that noticed Question's
changed demeanor.

What the what?

Oh! Right.
Yes, of course, old chum.

Don't mention it.

We detectives
have to stick together.

(LAUGHS)

Um...

Like, it feels weird that we didn't solve
the crime or do the wrap-up, even.

Yeah, maybe you were right
to begin with, Batman.

We aren't ready
for the big leagues.

Actually, you've more than
earned your place

on the Mystery Analysts team.

I wouldn't have reopened
or solved this case at all

if it weren't
for you meddling kids.

Okay, Riddler, it's time to get
you back to your cell at Arkham.

And to think,
I almost got away with...

Oh, wait.
I did get away with it.

What are you talking about?

One last riddle.

How is this moment like the
end of a boxing match?

Because the gloves are off!

(GRUNTS)

- (ALL CLAMORING)
- (RIDDLER LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(WHOOPING)

After him!

End of the line,
you warped wordsmith.

You and your goons
are outnumbered.

This game has just begun.

You should know that the
answer to every riddle

is an even bigger one.

(WHIRRING)

(POWERING ON)

(RUMBLING)

RIDDLER: With this device, I can riddle
your precious city into oblivion.

It can vaporize
entire sections of Gotham.

I need only pick a target,

press a button, and zap!
It vanishes forever.

(LAUGHS)

First up...

Say goodbye to City Hall.

- THE QUESTION: Riddle me this.
- What?

What just hit you?

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Answer? The Question.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(HIGH-PITCHED WARBLING)

Question, lower the shield!

(GRUNTS) It's not working.

Ah, we need to shut it down.

I'm afraid
it's on a chain reaction.

It cannot be stopped.

Batman,
you'll have to destroy it!

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

That voice. How can
I still be hearing it?

I don't hear anything.

Me neither.

- SCOOBY-DOO: I heard it.
- You did?

And see it.

Bangers and mash!

It looks like a man.

I know who it is.
We need to reverse the polarity.

Impossible!
It's too late, Batman.

It's not impossible.
I can help.

Shaggy, Fred, Daphne,
Detective Chimp,

flip every other relay
to reverse phasing.

(GRUNTS)

I just want to say
this really tingles.

And not in a good way.

(ALL STRAINING)

MAN: (EERILY) Batman.

Can't get leverage.

(STRAINING)

Slipping.

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERING)

Hurry!
It's about to overload!

(STRAINING)

AQUAMAN: Batman?
SCOOBY-DOO: Hmm.

(GIGGLES)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

I'm... alive?

Leo Scarlett. Welcome home.

(GROANS)

Your first encounter
with the machine

put you in tune with
the teleporter's frequency.

But only when you were
near the isotopes

used in the original device.

That's why I kept hearing
him at the crime scenes.

MAN: There you are.

Professor Scarlett.

Thank you, Caped Crusader,
for saving my son.

I can't give you back
the years you've lost,

but I'm sure you have
many more ahead.

So, Bats, how does it feel

to have your
unsolved case solved?

It feels... good.

But I couldn't have done it
without my friends.

Especially Scooby and the gang.

You realize that leaves him with a
clean slate of solved cases, right?

Overachiever.

There'll be no living
with him now.

As if there was before.

BATMAN:
Mystery Incorporated,
you filled those suits well.

Aw, shucks. (GIGGLES)

Ah, finally, we can relax.

Nope, afraid not.

Tonight is our last night
in Gotham.

Oh...

Then until our next adventure.

It's been an honor,
Mystery Incorporated.

Actually, there's one remaining
mystery that we've finally solved.

The biggest question
of them all,

"Who is the Batman?"

And we finally
figured out the answer.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, this should be good.

Batman is the warmest, kindest,

most big-hearted soul
we've ever met.

A great big teddy bat.

Aw...

Then I hope you'll
keep that to yourselves.

The criminal underworld would
have a field day if they knew.

Your secret's safe with us.

No promises.

BATMAN: I almost forgot,
a bat snack for Scooby.

- You've earned it.
- Yeah!

- (LAUGHS)
- Hmm.

Holy Scooby-Dooby-Doo,
Batman!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)