Scooby-doo! Curse Of The Lake Monster Page #5

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Bad dog? Huh.

I'll show you a bad dog.

No, Shaggy, don't.

The waiter will bring--

Would you care to hear our specials?

Scooby-Doo? Is that you?

I didn't invite him.

He just showed up

and tried to sabotage everything and--

- And--

- Is that what I think it is?

Oh, uh, heh.

Yeah, that was supposed to be

a surprise.

I found it in a sand trap last night.

It's one of those moonstones, right?

Yes.

I was gonna give it to you when I walked

you back to your room tonight, but....

It's beautiful.

Excuse me, I have to go now.

Wait, what? Well, Velma--

This is all your fault, Scooby-Doo.

You ruined everything.

No, I didn't.

There it is, the purple boat.

She. There she is.

A boat is a she, like a girl.

But not one who goes around

playing tennis...

...with every boy boat in the harbor.

That cloaked figure

was definitely here.

All hands on deck.

Fred, look.

- Ladies first.

- Mm-mm.

Fine.

Looks like a bunch of old newspapers.

I'll say.

Huh.

Hey, these are about that witch

from Uggins' story, Wanda Grubwort.

- Evil staff?

- Yeah, remember? Didn't Elmer say...

...an ancient staff was the source

of her black magic?

Hey, look at this one.

That must be what the monster's doing,

looking for the source of her powers.

The problem is we still don't know

who's controlling it.

Wait a second, maybe we do.

Wanda Grubwort had children. She could

still have descendants living in town.

Maybe one got angry...

...when your uncle built on their land

and decided to get revenge.

What was that?

It's locked. Hello!

Help. Help.

Anyone out there? Let us out.

Help. Help.

Is anyone out there? Oh, great.

If we don't get this open,

we'll be stuck here all night.

That might be the least

of our worries.

- Hello!

- Is anyone out there?

Help!

- Help, help!

- We need to get out.

- Help, anybody.

- Anyone!

- Help, anybody!

- Help, get us out!

Help, help, anybody!

- Help, help.

- We're stuck, it's filling.

Fred, you need to do something.

We're gonna drown.

I have an idea. Why don't we call

those guys you were playing tennis with?

- I knew it, you are jealous.

- Yeah, maybe I am.

- Good, that was the point.

- You were just lying to make me jealous?

Yes, I'm trying to pay you back

for playing golf with those floozies.

Flooz--? Oh, that was different.

How? How was that any different?

I don't know, they were-- It just was.

All right, you know what, Fred?

If I'm gonna die,

I don't want to die dating a jerk.

Yeah, well, if I'm gonna die,

I don't want to die dating a sneaky...

...manipulative, game-playing....

You see that? I saved us.

That's Iovely,

but we're still broken up.

What?

Good.

Like, what happened to you guys?

What happened?

We broke up, that's what happened.

Yeah, best decision I ever made too.

Did you just say best decision

you ever made?

That's funny,

because I broke up with you.

What? You did not.

- Guys?

- I did so.

Guys.

That's a real bummer and all,

but I kind of meant, why are you wet?

Oh, that.

Well, let's just say we almost got in

over our heads.

But we figured out

that Wanda Grubwort's descendant...

...might be trying to reconstruct

her magical staff.

Hey, how'd it go with Velma?

Yeah. Ask my waiter.

Grubek, Grubel, Guzzak.

No Grubwort.

Huh. Would you look at that.

What a crazy coincidence.

What's that, Shags?

Oh. Remember that creepy general store

we stopped at on the way in?

It was called Trowburgs.

Well, if you spell Trowburg backwards

you get Grubwort.

What are the odds, huh?

Excuse me,

you are on my side of the room.

There. Shaggy, Scooby,

go around back.

- I'm not going with him.

- I'm not going with him.

- You think I want to go with you?

- Seriously--

- I'm not going with Shaggy.

- Enough.

- Guys, let's just go.

- Go.

- Surprise.

- Oh, no.

Come on.

Hey, wait for me.

In here.

This way.

The other way.

No.

- Come on.

- No, please.

Please.

- Now can we split up?

- Ugh.

- Hey, come on, Scoob.

- I'm right behind you, Shaggy.

Change of plans.

And stay out.

Time to unmask

the person behind this mystery.

- It's you?

- What?

Like, it can't be.

Velma?

Oh, you fools. I'm not Velma.

Daphne.

I don't want to hurt you, Velma.

Oh, but I do want to hurt you,

pretty boy.

Sorry, Velma.

Velma. What's going on?

Why are you doing this?

Our date wasn't that bad, was it?

Why? To make them pay,

to make them all pay.

Now, that I've rebuilt my staff,

no one can stop me.

Well, there's another mystery solved,

huh, gang?

I got it.

Okay.

What in the world is going on?

Why is Velma doing this?

Oh, no.

You don't think my passions

drove her mad, do you?

I'm sure there's something bigger

than that going on.

I'll say.

Your friend has been possessed by

the spirit of the witch Wanda Grubwort.

Oh, great, my first love

and she's turned into an evil witch.

Join the club.

Yeah. Hee, hee, hee.

It was that staff.

She must have found the pieces...

...that have been buried

all these many years.

Like, by any chance...

...did moonstones

play any part in this?

As soon as your friend touched one

of those rocks...

...the spirit of my evil ancestor

took hold of her...

...and compelled her to find the rest.

- For you, old lady.

- Oh.

So it's been Velma the entire time?

Like, zoinks.

It's been right under our noses.

The evil spirit must have first taken

hold of her...

...when we found that stone

by the lake.

And those creepy warts, it was like

she was actually turning into a witch.

Being burned at the stake...

...would make me pretty freaked out

at the sight of fire too.

And I bet she intentionally shorted out

the security console...

...because she knew

we'd see her face.

I can't believe we missed it.

I guess we were all too wrapped up

in our own little dramas...

...to catch the really big one going on.

So now that she has her powers back,

what's Wanda Grubwort going to do?

I fear that what she seeks

is the revenge...

...that has eluded her all these years.

Who cares about what she wants.

We gotta save Velma. Do you have

any idea where she would have gone?

Oh, probably to the caves

where she lived.

The caves?

But what about the irrigated

rudimentary claymations?

The what?

The entrances to the caves,

they're all underwater.

How would we get in?

You're in luck. I rent scuba gear.

I'll give you a good deal too.

Smile.

Zoinks.

Lights.

Uh-oh.

Ah.

You've been a faithful servant.

And now I think you deserve

some playmates.

She's making more of those things.

Rise, my slithering slaves.

Rise and serve your new master.

Finally, we'll make them pay.

Make them rue the day

they set foot on our land.

Those things are gonna attack

everyone in town.

- We have to do something.

- What can we do?

Hey, Fred, I know this is usually

your department, but do you mind--?

- If you've got a plan, Shaggy, go for it.

- Okay.

Velma Dacey Dinkley,

you stop that this instant.

I told you,

Velma doesn't live here anymore.

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