Lego Scooby-Doo! Blowout Beach Bash Page #3

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How rude.

So you're not arresting them? Fine.

But I'm watching you.

Come on, Mitzi, what are you

standing around for?

We've got things to do.

- It was nice meeting you.

- Mitzi!

Sorry to bother you, folks.

Hmm, I'm gonna catch up

with the Sheriff for a second.

Well, that vacation lasted

about two seconds.

You know, Sheriff, my friends

and I are mystery solvers.

Mystery solvers? I thought

you were in a band.

No, we solve mysteries.

If there is anything we can do

to help your investigation...

"Investigation?"

It was probably just some local

teens blowing off some steam.

All they did was take a couple

of old hats and chase away

some obnoxious out-of-towners

like yourselves.

Frankly, this is usually

a nice sleepy beach town,

so now with Monkfish trying to make

this a year-round vacation spot,

well, my deputy and I wouldn't mind

if those pirates did put an end

to the Bash and all the annoying

tourists, like yourselves,

that it attracts.

What did he say?

Gang, it's time to investigate.

Velma, you got any leads?

I sure do.

Daphne, you go investigate the pier.

Talk to that Dwight Monkfish.

See what you can find out.

Shaggy and Scooby, according

to my guidebook

Bingo Belle and Captain Bash's

ship, the Salty Brick,

is still docked in the harbor

as a historical exhibit.

Why don't you go check it out?

Like, forget that.

There's ghost pirates running around and

you want us to go check out their boat?

You guys weren't actually scared

by those ghost stories, were you?

Not scared.

Terrified!

That's too bad.

According to my guidebook,

the Salty Brick has an

excellent snack bar.

- Snacks?

- Yup.

It says here they've got nachos,

French fries, chicken wings,

popcorn shrimp, and

deep-fried Scooby snacks.

We'll catch you landlubbers

later, we've got a bus to catch!

And on the starboard side,

you'll see more portholes.

The term "porthole" applies whether

they are on the portside of the ship

or the starboard side.

There are 36 portholes on this ship,

each one with its own unique story.

How could they turn something

as scary as a pirate ship

into something so boring?

Please save your questions

for the end of the tour.

Like, excuse me, Mr. Museum Guide dude.

Like, do you think that

we can stop by the snack bar?

Oh, no, we replaced that

with an exhibit on barrels.

But don't worry,

we'll get to that later.

No snacks?

If you don't mind, we'd

like to abandon ship.

Out of consideration for

all our other guests,

- I can't lower the gangplank...

- What other guests?

...for you to leave

until after the tour.

Now, if there are no

further interruptions,

we still have four more

hours on this tour.

Four hours?

I don't think my stomach's is

gonna make it that long, Scoob.

Let's see if there's

anything to eat in the ship's galley.

There are 42 different and

fascinating uses for a porthole.

Number one...

So, this is the local

teen rock and roll club?

It's quieter than I thought it would be.

Nice.

I guess everyone's nerves are still

recovering from the pirate attack.

Well, maybe as the future

Captains of the Bash,

it's up to us to get the party going.

Ahoy, maties!

No, no, no, no, no.

We're not pirates.

Just a couple of freewheeling

teenagers such as yourselves.

Maybe tone down

the pirate speak, Captain.

And let's try engaging a smaller group.

Hey, fellas. Say, would you like to

hear a funny story about a trap?

"Trap?"

Actually it's about a

snare trap, to be specific.

- Maybe later.

- Look over there.

It's Chad and Krissy,

we should go say hi.

Hey, Chad, Krissy,

fancy meeting you two here.

- Do we know you?

- We met at your parents' inn.

Less than an hour ago, you

wouldn't show us to our rooms.

You made fun of his ascot

and insulted our dog.

Oh yeah, Strange Dog.

- Can we help you?

- Yeah, actually we were...

Oh, no, when I said, "Can we help you?"

I meant it more like, uh...

- Go away.

- Yeah, that.

- Look, chum...

- It's Chad.

Ah, right.

Listen, if we did something

to offend you, I'm sorry.

But we were just wondering

if you could tell us anything

about the pirate attack earlier.

I understand the pirates took the

hats right off your darling...

Um...

I'm sorry, what's that?

Shoo, fly, don't bother us.

Come on, Fred, let's go.

You know, you two are decidedly unjinky.

"Jinky."

What a couple of...

Corn dogs, now I know

what you're thinking.

You can get corn dogs

down at the boardwalk.

But these aren't any old, normal,

run-of-the-mill boardwalk corn dogs, no.

These are infused with, uh...

Wasa, uh, wasalami,

wasatoosie, wasa-matter-you...

Mitzi, what's that stuff called?

- Wasabi, sir.

- Wasabi!

How's that for a classic

gourmet experience?

I want to transform this sleepy old town

into "the" destination for the

young and well-to-do.

And it begins

by bulldozing that ugly old

beach and boardwalk down there

and turning the whole thing into piers.

You want to turn the whole

town into piers?

You hear that inflection

in her voice, Mitzi?

It is the sound of

resistance, of complacency,

of a no-can-do attitude.

Yes, sir.

Piers, Ms. Blake, are the future.

The ocean levels are rising up

and piers will be there to meet them.

My piers.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go to a photoshoot

for Modern Pier Owner magazine.

They're putting me on the cover.

Ms. Capaletto can answer any

further questions you may have.

Piers!

Wow, the cover.

He must be well-respected

in the pier-owning community.

Mr. Monkfish owns Modern

Pier Owner magazine.

He's on every cover.

Oh, I see.

Thanks Ms. Capaletto.

"Mitzi." My friends call me Mitzi.

Because it's my first name.

Mitzi, did you witness the

pirate attack this morning?

I did.

They were just like Mr. Holdout

used to describe them.

- Mr. Holdout?

- Where?

No, Mr. Holdout used to

describe the pirates?

Oh yes, he used to give

the tours of the Salty Brick

when I was a kid.

He had to stop after he hurt his

leg in that bumper car accident.

Oh, what happened?

Another bumper car just

hit him and drove off.

Mr. Holdout used to love telling

us about the missing treasure.

I still remember the poem he

used to recite.

Poem?

- Where?

- No, he'd recite a poem?

Oh, yes.

You see, they never did

find Belle or Bash.

But the parrots they kept

aboard the Salty Brick used

to repeat this poem about the treasure.

Could I hear it?

Let me see now.

"If ye be looking to get rich quick

"then climb aboard the Salty Brick.

"Go on bow, tip our hats

"respect great treasure

"and at the dawn, shake

hands for good measure."

Hmm, so this morning did

the pirates mention

the missing treasure?

No.

They just stole the hats

off Chad and Krissy

and then chased everyone off.

They said the Bash was over.

Do you know where Mr. Monkfish

was during all this?

I know what you're thinking.

It wasn't him.

I know he comes off as brash,

arrogant, a little short-tempered,

gross, slimy, pure evil and

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