Scooby-doo! Curse Of The Lake Monster Page #3

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it was, was it?

I don't know.

Did you surmise that it was a heretofore

unclassified amphibious humanoid?

No. I thought it was a lake monster!

Zoinks!

Fred?

Exactly what advice

did you give Shaggy about dating?

What?

Oh, you know, just that it's summertime

and we're not really--

Come on.

Go, go, go!

It's the lake monster! Save me.

Ow! My ankle.

What?

Hey.

Mr. Uggins, I presume?

Call me Elmer.

Hi, kids.

So you've never actually seen

the monster?

I was just using the legend

to make a quick buck.

Made some postcards...

...sold them to the local tourist traps.

- Mm?

- No.

- No.

- Thanks.

Hey, what can I say?

You know, lighthouse keeping

ain't exactly a growth industry.

Ahem. Anyway...

...when I heard about all the hoopla

down at the country club tonight...

...I figured it might be a good time

to dust off old green-eyes over there...

...and take some new shots.

But listen, kids...

...if this thing's really back,

you best leave now while you still can.

Come on, you don't really believe

the monster's real, do you?

It's probably some prankster

with a better costume.

Maybe it is and maybe it ain't.

But one thing's for sure...

...the legend is a truly terrible tale.

It all goes back

to the very beginnings of town.

When the first settlers arrived

in these parts...

...they was confronted

by an old woman...

...who was said to live

in a cave by the lake.

Grubwort was her name.

Wanda Grubwort.

She claimed all the land around the lake

belonged to her...

...and told the settlers that

if they didn't turn back...

...they would pay the price.

But them early pioneers was not about

to be turned away so easily...

...so they settled in

and forgot all about her warning.

But Wanda Grubwort did not forget.

And one day,

she fulfilled her dark oath.

Using her magical staff...

...she cast a spell

upon an innocent creature of the lake...

...transforming it into a hideous beast.

Once Grubwort

had her monstrous slave...

...she loosed it upon the villagers.

And then? What happened next?

Well, it's said the settlers

eventually overcame Grubwort...

...tried her for witchery

and burned her at the stake.

Like I said...

...you best leave now

while you still can.

I'm sorry, Mr. Uggins,

but we just don't give up that easy.

He obviously wasn't

in my sophomore geometry class.

Mr. Shaggy...

...Dinkley.

It's like the angels are singing it.

- Mister--

- Hey, Shagg. What you doing?

Oh! Um-- Nothing.

Doctor says I need more linen

in my diet.

Okay. So, have you seen Fred?

He's out on the--

Out on the green,

putting with some girls.

Girls?

Now, just remember to follow through.

Follow through.

Hey.

- Thanks.

- Okay, guys, I'm out of here.

- Okay, I'll see you guys later.

- Bye.

- Bye, Fred.

- Bye now.

Hey, Daph.

- What's up, Shags?

- Hey, Fred.

What?

Hey, um...

...can I ask your advice

about something?

Sure.

Well, I....

See, I have this friend, okay?

His name's, um, Scruffy. Yeah, Scruffy.

They call him that...

...because he has a goatee.

No, that would be too obvious.

Anyway, so this friend of mine,

who doesn't have a goatee or a dog...

...definitely doesn't have

a dog either...

...he has this crush on this girl

he sometimes solves mysteries with.

No, no. That's a dead giveaway.

- Let me start over. So--

- Shaggy.

It's okay. We know you like Velma.

Oh. Oh, what?

Oh, I don't know

what you guys are talking about.

I definitely do not like-- Velma.

You are not gonna believe what I found

in the security footage. Come on.

After you watch this,

I think you'll all be saying "jinkies."

Hey, the security camera

caught the attack.

Yep. And they caught

something else too.

Looks like we have two pranksters

on our hands.

Jinkies.

- Told you.

- Freeze it.

If you zoom in right here,

we can see who's inside that cloak.

Oh, look, it's coming into focus.

What happened?

Like, that spooky figure

must be using some sort of magic...

...to prevent us from seeing its face.

I'm afraid the explanation is slightly

less supernatural than that, Shaggy.

I accidentally knocked over my green tea

and short-circuited the hard drive.

- Oh.

- That's okay, Velma.

You know, I'm sure we'll find

another piece of critical evidence.

- Right, guys?

- Yeah, for sure.

- It's groovy.

- Don't worry.

I know this is highly

uncharacteristic behavior.

I'm really sorry, guys.

I'll tender my resignation from the group

if you wish.

- What?

- What?

- Velma.

- Come on.

Velma.

Like, hold on, V.

Don't beat yourself up about this.

You just pulled a Shaggy, that's all.

I do it all the time.

Thanks, Shaggy,

but there's really no excuse.

Maybe reading a little Sylvia Plath

will buoy my spirits.

Hey, I....

I still think you're wonderful.

Shaggy, that was so nice.

That's exactly how you should be

if you're really serious about Velma.

Oh. Oh, what?

Oh, what do you mean?

I do not--

All right, I admit it.

I like Velma.

I'm my friend. I'm Scruffy.

But what am I gonna do?

You know, I don't know

what I'm supposed to say to her.

Let me help you out, Shags.

You gotta be confident, smooth.

- Girls like guys--

- Don't listen to him.

He has no idea what girls like.

See, what girls like is to feel special.

To feel like they're the only one

on a guy's mind.

Yeah, I know that.

But listen, what you wanna do--

Well, if you know that,

then why don't you try it sometime?

What's with you?

Why are you acting weird?

- How exactly am I act--?

- Like, you know what?

Forget I even asked.

I'll just figure this out for myself.

Besides, if I ever get Velma to like me,

I want it to be real...

...not some loosey-goosey thing

like you guys have.

Fred, did you say something

to Shaggy...

...about us having

a "loosey-goosey" relationship?

What? Oh, no, no.

I just told him how we're casual.

You know, how it's summer

and we're just hanging out.

I mean,

that is what we're doing, right?

Yes, Fred.

That is exactly what we're doing.

I'm just so glad

that we're on the same page.

Well, she's not the president

of the drama club for nothing.

I like you, Velma Dinkley.

So, what do you say?

- Will you go on a date with me?

- Sorry, not my type.

Like, come on, Scoob.

Forget Velma.

Time for a midnight snack.

- A what?

- A midnight snack.

You know, a couple of sandwiches,

a rack of ribs, pepperoni?

- What?

- Oh, just follow me. Whew.

Just my luck.

I've got a talking dog

and I can't understand a word he says.

Mm, mm, mm.

Sandwich, look out.

Is that Eau de' Dinkley I detect?

Shaggy?

Shaggy? Hey, what about

my midnight snack?

Huh.

Nice shot.

Mine.

Velma?

Where is she?

Oh, Velma, is that you?

Oh, hi, Fred.

Is something wrong?

Help!

- Help, help!

- Come on.

- Shaggy.

- Aah!

- What's wrong?

- Oh.

Oh, you know, nothing.

I just thought I'd work

on my blood-curdling scream.

What the heck do you think is wrong?

It's the lake monster.

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