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[instrumental music]

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.

Ugh. I'm bored and sweaty.

I hate manual labor.

I can't wait for a time when

robots do everything for us.

Here. I brought some water.

Eww! I don't want any

of that fatty-fat water.

I want Trickell's Triquid.

Trickell's Triquid is water.

- [scoffs] - Um, no.

It's 100 percent diet moisture.

- You want me to look good - in my bathing suit, don't you?

- 'Man, you are - in a crabby mood.'

Please. You wanna see crabby,

I'll show you..

screech

Man crab!

- Ha ha ha! - Bren, where'd you get that?

The giant fake

crab parts emporium?

Aah!

Uh! Uh! It's real!

Help me! Aah!

Ah, nice try.

What'd you do,

dig a big hole under the sand?

Dylan!

Bravo. I'll bite.

You got an air tank under there?

poof

Brenda?

Come on. Stop jokin'.

Bren?

gurgle

[screaming]

vroom

[theme music]

[music continues]

♪ Scooby-dooby-Doo ♪♪

squawk squawk

[instrumental music]

(woman on speaker)

K-Ghoul's Angel Dynamite.'

'Hey, this is

'Live from the Crystal Cove

girls volleyball tournament.'

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.

[instrumental music]

Ugh. Not that place.

That guy's a freak.

(Shaggy)

'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.

Clam hunter

and waffle griddler.

So, what'll it be,

skinny shanks?

- I'll take - an extra large, please.

[clears throat]

(Velma)

cut out the junk food?'

'Didn't we agree that you would

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. Two cones here.

slurp

[chuckles]

Mmm. Those look good.

A big salty clam would sure go

great with this heat.

- You want one, Daph? - No!

Fred, you know what happens

when I get near seafood.

- (Daphne) - You remember

my sister's wedding.

click

[gurgling]

I was so swollen

I couldn't even fit

in the bridal airlock.

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

- (Fred) - 'where

the volleyball courts are?'

Aye!

Every time the town

has an event on the beach.

They move me business.

Blast ye, city council! Arr!

Uh! I need a clammin' break.

Watch me cabin.

Hmmm.

Come on. Let's get our seats

for the first match.

Argh.

Aw, come on, Velma.

Can't I even look?

Wait for me.

squeal

[squawks]

[instrumental music]

[crowd cheering]

Uh!

[grunting]

Ahh!

[crowd cheering]

slurp

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.

They're nylon,

absolutely perfect for traps.

[sighs]

Feel like going for a walk?

No one here's

going to miss us.

rumble

Scooby-Doo,

is that your stomach?

Uh-uh, not my stomach.

[gasps]

boom

screech

[screaming]

Is that a crab,

or is it a man?

Like, it's a-a mab.

Um, a-a cran.

I-it's a man crab.

screech

thud

[screaming]

- Oh-oh.

- Ohh!

- Oh-oh! - Ohh!

- Ah! - Eee.

[grunting]

thud

Hyah.

[gasps]

[screeching]

thud

screech

[screaming]

Ahh!

[screaming]

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!

[roaring]

Huh?

What? They're gone!

[instrumental music]

- And then it kind of went, - like, argh.

And then yeesh and then..

Like, dude, it had huge claws.

And weird eyes, like this.

[sputtering]

Sheriff Stone,

you have to close the beach.

The beach stays open.

- Hi. Peter Trickell, - president of Trickell's Triquid.

- You can't just ignore - a giant crustacean

attacking your tournament.

Ha! Clearly you never

went to business school.

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.

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.

- (Daphne) - '"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."

Ooh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

You'll be perfect bait.

I mean, what man crab

wouldn't wanna

drag you beneath the sand?

Oh, Freddie,

that's so sweet. Sort of.

You know, Scoob,

before all this started

I really loved crab.

- Crab brulee.

- Crabaroni and cheese.

Hoo hoo hoo.

Crabsicles.

I can't talk about this.

- 'I promised Velma.' - Hmm?

I mean, ahem. You know.

I promised myself

that I would eat more healthy.

Lookout time's over, guys.

Come see what I made.

[instrumental music]

Here's the plan.

- Daphne will run - across the sand to here

(Fred)

will step on this plunger'

'where the man crab

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.

Hmm.

- I mean the skipper.

- I'll go get her.

[gurgling]

[grunts]

Wow! Who are you

trying to impress?

Eh, what? This old thing?

I've had it forever.

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...

[gasps]

Was it one of my sisters?

Who told you?

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.

Well, I mean,

I'm just wondering.

- 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..

I'm just working

on a science paper.

- That's all. Uh!

- Did you say something?

- Make sure you get me between - the shoulder blades, okay?

- When I burn there, it makes me - look like a hunchback.

[gasps]

don't you thi...

Hey. That's a little much,

[screams]

Help!

- (Shaggy) - 'No Skipper Shelton, 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.

[chuckles]

screech

[click]

Eee!

Oh!

[screaming]

The trap. Where's the trap?

- (Shaggy) - 'Like, help.'

- Aah! Aah!

- Daphne!

Fred! Fred!

- Daphne! Daphne!

- What happened?

- Something that smelled - like drawn butter

threw me in the van.

- It was the man crab. - Uh!

He took Daphne.

[panting]

Fred, just calm down.

We'll get her back.

We have to, Velma.

I don't know what to do

a-and she was so shiny.

clank

[Fred panting]

[instrumental music]

He's been digging like that

since we lost Daphne.

- There's nothing - but torn carpet all over

the back of the mystery machine.

- (Shaggy) - 'Like, this is all my fault.'

If I never tried to be healthy

Daphne would be alright.

Scooby-Doo, more.

[comical music]

[munching]

- (Fred) - 'Someone needs to make a plan.'

[panting]

Why isn't anyone making a plan?

That's usually you, Fred.

You're right.

What's wrong with me?

ding dong

Uh, I'll get it.

[door opens]

Uh! Oh! Yi-i-i!

Mr. E.

[paper rustles]

Jinkies! Get a load of this.

This article's from years ago.

It says four kids

disappeared exploring

the Crystal Cove caverns.

- Let me see that.

- Is something wrong, Angel?

Do you know them?

No. Uh, sorry. It's nothing.

Zoinks! Like, it looks like the

article comes with a soundtrack.

[screeching]

- It's not working.

- It's an 8-track, Freddie.

Old school, baby.

(Mr. E on tape)

'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?'

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

- Welcome to where - the library keeps

it's 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.

[music continues]

click

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.

- And here's one about - the city moving the clam cabin

the year those kids vanished.

Listen to this.

- Skipper threatened - the whole town.

He swore he'd take

drastic action.

Daphne was drastically taken.

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.

Booh, like, I know that look

and it's never good. Hoo hoo.

[instrumental music]

[wailing]

Yah!

(Man Crab)

'Argh!'

[gasps]

Whew.

Huh?

[babbles]

Like, guys,

I think I found something.

What kind of crab monster

would need stairs

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.

- (Daphne) - 'Fred, is that you?'

Now I hear

her voice everywhere.

- 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!

- Fred! Oh, Fred!

- Thank goodness.

- I'm so glad you're..

Hey, this is a nice cage.

Argh.

swoosh

- Ahh!

- Ah!

Let's get back

to the surface before..

[roaring]

[all screaming]

clank

[screaming]

Run.

- Aah! - Ah!

[all screaming]

rumble

Run, Scoob!

[grunts]

- Ahh!

- Ah!

Ohh.

Where is everybody?

Like, maybe they got eaten

by a man crab.

roar

[screaming]

[sniffs]

do you smell what I smell?

Scooby-Doo,

[sniffs]

Skipper Shelton's clam cones.

Like, follow the scent

of that syrupy goodness.

That's the way out of here,

Scooby-Doo.

screech

crash

screech

- (Shaggy) - 'Run, Scoob!'

[shattering]

We'll go out the way

we came in.

Uh! Push!

Give me all your paw.

clank

[screaming]

roar

I told you that

would just make him angrier.

Ah!

screech

[snarling]

- Yikes! - Ah!

Yee-heh-hoo-hoo!

Hee-hee-hee!

- Like, we got him.

- Good going.

But how did you find

your way out?

- [sniffs] - Clam cones.

- You were saved by junk food?

- Like, what can I say?

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

because Daphne never got

allergic when she was around it.

- Plus when I saw - the mole pattern

on the cheek of the man next

to Trickell in the newspaper

I remembered the same pattern

on the mascot.

(Bud)

for my creation.

He took the credit

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?

Are you kidding?

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, does it, wolfie?

[both laugh]

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

[instrumental music]

[chewing]

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.

[gasps]

What-like, what is it, Daph?

The locket I found.

The one with the picture of boy

and girl inside, it's them.

Jinkies! I guess we've got

a new mystery on our hands.

[theme music]