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Previously on Mystery Inc...

Hot Dog Water?

The Mystery Inc kids found a
piece of the planospheric disc.

Are there other pieces
out there?

And if there are,
who else is looking for them?

Spanish conquistadors used
the planospheric disc

to hide their cargo
so it could be found later.

All this for a treasure
no one's even sure exists?

I have what I came for.

So now, we know where
two of the pieces are.

[Saw buzzes]

Jinkies.
That is one crazy witch.

[Beeping]

Eagle one, we're in.

Hot Dog Water and I are in front
of the Baba Yaga exhibit.

- Entering now.
- Who is there?

Show yourselves!

Whoa!

[Panting]

Eagle one, we couldn't get in
Baba Yaga's house.

The guard showed up.

Unfortunate.
Time for plan "B."

Buy the exhibit
and ship it to Crystal Cove.

- [Cackling]
- [Gasps]

[Gasps]
[Cackling]

[Gasping and screaming]

[Screaming and cackling
continue]

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[school bell rings]

Did you ask them yet, V.?

Not yet, but I'm going to.

Don't worry, Hot Dog Water.

I think it's a great idea.

Cool.
Oh, and by the way,

my real name?
It's Marcie.

Like, here you are, Fred,
back at Crystal Cove High.

It feels so strange to be back.

Do you think anyone
will remember us?

Well, look who's back,
the mystery dorks.

Hey, Ethan.
Hey, Gary.

How's the team--
oof!

resulting in both of us losing
our scholarships,

and thanks to you, we're not
going to college next year.

Way to ensure our future
ignorance and future, Fred.

Looks like nothing has changed.

[Gulps]
Like, one thing's changed.

[Whimpers]

Like, don't worry, Freddy.

If you ask me, that Baylor
Hotner guy is, like, way too...

Dreamy.

[Both gulp]

Yeah? Well,
I wonder how dreamy he'd be

if someone shot
a lever with a crossbow,

dropping a bowling ball
on a see-saw,

releasing an oil drum
that would fall right on him

so he couldn't hold
Daphne's hand.

If only. If only.

We have to look at the facts.

Daphne's not ready to come back,
and she might never be.

But we're severely
out of balance without her.

I think we all remember
our recent crybaby clown fiasco.

- I wish I could forget.
- We all do.

You know what we need.

A big basket of comfort food?

Yeah, like deep-fried
chili clam poppers.

No. We need a new Daphne,
and I have just the girl.

Hot Dog Water?

Aren't you supposed
to be in prison

for pretending
to be a manticore?

I got early probation
for redesigning

the prison's computer system to
be more brutal and unforgiving.

Her real name is Marcie,
and as part of that probation,

I agreed to take her
under my wing.

But to be our new Daphne?
Like, I don't know.

[Sniffing]

I like the way you smell.

Would anybody like some candy I
created with my cell mates in prison?

It's homemade.

Homemade prison candy.
[Laughs]

Like, sweet.

Hello, new Daphne.

Marcie, you're in.

I guess if everyone else
is OK with it.

But I'm still going to call you
Hot Dog Water and not new Daphne.

For me, there'll never be
a new Daphne.

[Bell dings]

[Machinery whirring
and clanking]

Assistant curator
Anna Akardnynov,

why did you insist
upon coming with me?

This is a terrible place.

I knew you would need my help.

Ahh. Selling
such a priceless artifact

as the house of Baba Yaga

to the decadent bourgeoisie
westerners of Crystal Cove--

it is too much.

Calm yourself, curator Vronsky.

They will get what is coming
to them very soon.

You seem angry,
Anna Akardnynov.

Just protective of mother
Russia and all her treasures.

- [Groaning]
- Wait. What is that noise?

[Creaking]

It is Baba Yaga!

Her terror is upon us!

[Growling and screeching]

[Panting]

Aah!
[Grunts]

Aah!

[Grunting]

Aah!

[Whimpers]

[Growling]

Traps are about more than catching
violent, misguided criminals--

no offense, Hot Dog Water.

189, 189 to dispatch.

We need an ambulance out here
on route 21.

A house just ran us
off the road.

Repeat that, 189?

A house.
It had, uh, chicken legs.

It just about destroyed us before it
disappeared into the haunted hills.

Uh, stay put, 189.
Help is on the way.

A house?
With chicken legs?

That sounds like something
we should investigate,

wouldn't you say, V.?

Uh, yeah, Marcie.

Sounds like a perfect
training opportunity.

[Owl hooting]

So, being as this is
my first official case,

any advice?

Like, the fine art of mystery solving
can take a lifetime to master.

- Or longer.
- Right.

Now, like, you should
just concentrate on the basics--

food, running away, and traps.

And food.

Right, Scoob. Food, running
away, traps, and food.

And running away.

Right. Food, running away,
traps, food, and running away.

Oh!

Just ignore them.

Let me tell you the real key
to solving mysteries--

finding clues.

And we just found a big one.

This is more than a clue.

It's the whole mystery.

Mr. E. say anything
about this?

No, and I think
he would have mentioned

a house coming alive
and running away.

Keep your eyes open.

[Cackling]

[Both scream]

[Cackling continues]

[Panting]

Huh?
[Whimpering]

Yikes!

[Grunts]

[Cackling continues]

[Gasps]

Jinkies!

[Growling and screeching]

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

I think it's gone.

Yeah, but it left behind
a clue.

And this is the clearing where Baba Yaga
and her house attacked us, sheriff Stone.

Yep,
it's definitely a clearing.

Interesting how it's clear
of any trees, like a clearing.

This is horrible!

I never should have brought the Baba
Yaga exhibit to this terrible country.

I should have known
it would awaken the witch.

Now, she will never stop
until she destroys us all!

[Both gasp]
Destroys us?

Yes. This is a shame,

but as emergency mayor, I'm
thinking it's not a total loss.

This area will become
a bona fide, top-notch,

nickel-plated revenue-generating
tour once again.

Sheriff, you are not the mayor.

I don't see anybody else
around here getting excited

that the haunted hills of doom
are infested by

a horrible Russian hag.

Curator Vronsky,
wasn't there a woman with you?

Didn't you bring your assistant
to America as well?

Da. Tragic.

Anna Akardnynov.

She was attacked and devoured
by the witch.

[All gasp]

We better call Mr. E.

[Beeps and line rings]

[Ring]

Report.

We lost Baba Yaga
and her chicken leg house.

I don't have to remind
you girls how important this is.

Go back and search after
everyone leaves

as if your jobs depended on it,

because they do.

[Clicks]

[Beeps]

[Owl hoots]

[Whimpers]

Um, like, Freddy?

Have you been here
all by yourself

since your, uh,
not-dad went to jail?

By myself? Please!

I've got Mr. Trapples
to keep me company.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Trapples?

OK.

[Whimpering]

Scoob?
Is something wrong, pal?

Scooby-Doo.

Velma and Mr. E. are
working together.

I heard her talking
on the phone.

Like, no way!

Velma would never work
for Mr. E.

Would she?

[Sighs] I don't know.
People change.

She was pretty mad at us
for leaving her behind.

But--what's that,
Mr. Trapples?

Mr. Trapples thinks we should
check it out, just to be sure.

Lead the way, Scoob.

[Owl hoots]

This is stupid.

How are we going to find
Baba Yaga in all this?

Elementary,
my dear Marcie--

we follow the trail of weird liquid
I saw leaking from the house.

Something familiar
about this stuff,

but I can't quite place it.

There it is.

And it looks like
no one's home. Come on.

[Hinge squeaks]

I don't see it.
Do you see it?

No. But maybe if
we think in Russian?

Frozen tundra, borscht,

muscular women...

Amber boxes. Bingo.

Is that it?

What Mr. E. was looking for?

Uh-huh. The third piece
of the planospheric disc.

- We found it. - Yeah.
- [Both gasp]

Too bad you won't
be keeping it.

How long have you been
standing there?

Don't try that.

You know the concept of time
confuses me.

Velma. Are you working
for Mr. E.?

Yes, but it's not
what you think.

When you left me behind, I didn't have
much choice but to team up with Mr. E.

And second, I'm only doing this
to stop Professor Pericles

from finding any more pieces
of the disc.

But Velma, you know Mr. E.
can't be trusted.

None of them can.

I was never going
to give him this.

Fred, I'm on your side.

[Growling and screeching]
[All scream]

The piece!

[Squeaks]

[Growling]

[All grunting]

Huh?

[Growling and screeching]

[All scream]

You stay away from Baba Yaga
and her house!

Stay away,
or we will swallow you whole,

and you will never be
heard from again!

[Cackling]

Look, gang, Mr. Trapples grabbed the
piece of the planospheric disc!

Isn't he great?
Everybody else OK?

Shaggy?
[Gasps]

Shaggy!

No!

Don't touch him!
He's my shaggy!

I should be the one
to bury him.

- Bury me?
- Shaggy!

You're OK! You're OK!

Yeah, and I'm not
one of your bones,

so, like, no burying!

Check it out--
it's that same liquid again.

I thought I recognized it.
It's hydraulic fluid.

My dad used to use this stuff
at our amusement park.

Jinkies. And look,
there's something in it.

Let me see that.

Gang, I think I know
someone who can help us.

No. Go. Didn't I make
myself clear the other day?

Look, Daph, I know
you're mad at the gang.

I'm mad at you, Fred.

However you want to word it.

But we need your help,
for old time's sake.

Please?

[Groans] Fine.
But make it fast.

Does this look familiar?

Sure. It's a piece
of a Fabregé egg.

We used to have a bunch, but
mom kept trying to boil them.

Scooby-Doo, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Yep. Fabregé omelet.

Yummy.

I knew you could help us,
Daphne.

You were always
so good with clues

and calling me Freddy
and blinking and--wow.

Were your knuckles
always this big?

Daphne, the hot tub's bubbling
our names,

and I've untethered
the dolphins.

[Dolphins squeak]
[Growling]

Oh, hey, school chums.
What are you doing here?

Definite not looking
at your abs.

You like these? You should
check out my back abs.

I like to call them babs.

Fred, and shaggy and Scooby,
I think you better leave. Now.

Daphne stopped you cold again?
[Scoffs]

That's got to be hard to take.
I mean, no offense, Fred.

Whatever. We are so over it.
Right, Mr. Trapples?

Is that...

Daphne's actual hair?

Huh? Oh, uh...

Yeah. W-weird.
[Chuckles]

Could we change the subject?

So, what'd you guys, like, find
out about the hydraulic fluid?

Well, weirdly,
besides amusement parks,

the only other place that type
of fluid is used is in ships.

And the Baba Yaga exhibit came to town
on a freighter from mother Russia.

Which means it's time for a
visit to the Crystal Cove docks.

[Crickets]

This is the freighter.

[Sniffing]

[Growling]

Aiee!

[Cackling]

She's getting away!
Come on!

[Growling]

[Siren]

[Growling]

Shaggy, Scooby, crossbows!

[Clinks]

[Screams]

[Siren]

[Groaning]

Aah!
[Grunting]

And now, let's see
who Baba Yaga really is.

Curator Vronsky?

Exactly.

He was using Baba Yaga's house

to smuggle stolen
Fabregé eggs into the country.

That's right.

I was going to sell them
on the black market.

Finally, I was to be a rich
capitalist with all my loot.

I had it planned perfectly.

Before becoming
a museum curator,

I spent many years in Spetsnaz,
Soviet Special Forces.

This allowed me to make
modifications on the house

using what I could find
on the ship.

I even put a remote control
in my walking stick

to move the house.

I needed to get
assistant curator

Anna Akardnynov out of the way

before she became suspicious
of my plan.

I tied her up and kept her
prisoner in the house

while I donned
the Baba Yaga costume

and used the voice modulator
to frighten away the curious.

But when one of the eggs
was damaged,

I had to alter the plan.

But you brats kept interrupting
my repair of the legs.

I could not leave
any of my precious eggs behind.

There were too many.

I needed the house
to carry them all.

And I would have gotten away
with it, too,

if it wasn't for you
decadent bourgeoisie teenagers

and your slobbering,
democracy-loving dog.

I had my suspicions
of Vronsky all along.

That is why I came with him.

Thank you for saving
the Fabregé eggs,

our national treasure.

See, Marcie?
I knew it would work out.

It's good having you around.

It's good to be around.
I'm really happy.

We're a pretty great team,
don't you guys think?

Like, sure, I guess,
Hot Dog Water.

I like how you smell
like hot dogs.

I'm happy you're here too,
Hot Dog Water,

but--[Sighs]
Don't take this the wrong way.

I still want my Daphne back,

the Daphne who used
to care about me,

who used to assure me
that dreams could come true,

unless they involved
wingless flight

and setting objects on fire
with my mind.

My Daphne is a queen,
a shining angel

prancing up the side
of a rainbow

and smelling like a baby faun
covered in honey,

not some cylindrical pork by-product
sweating in a greasy vat of brine.

Uh--

Sorry, Hot Dog Water.
No offense.

Like I said,
I'm happy you're here.

Hello, Hot Dog Water.

Mr. E. I--

Save it.
I've been watching.

It's clear
we can't trust Velma anymore.

No.

I think maybe we should give her
another chance.

Talk to her.

Don't go making friends,
Hot Dog Water.

I put you in there
as my eyes and ears.

You do as I say.

And definitely don't side
with mystery, incorporated.

Their days are numbered.

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