Scooby-Doo! Frankencreepy

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Hold up, Daphanatics, we're back

with another episode

of "Jeepers! It's Daphne!"

Later on the show,

you'll get a sneak peak

at my new modeling portfolio.

A lot of you keep posting

videos or comments

asking me about my other career

as a mystery-solving

teen monster-Buster.

Like this video from

alexsuperfan2112.

I heard that you're

responsible for breaking up

the greatest band in history,

the Alex super experience.

Is that true?

It sure is, alexsuperfan2112.

It all started when the band

accidentally conjured up

the ghost of mamba wamba, a

freaky voodoo witch doctor.

Oh, look! We have a

live video chat.

- Hi, Daph.

- Hi, Fred.

Great show. I just

wanted to point out

that as Velma has taught

us again and again,

there's no such thing as ghosts.

Mamba wamba here only pretended

to be an otherworldly witch doctor.

He was really a music producer

who got performer Lila

to pretend to be a

zombie in order to steal

a potentially lucrative pop song.

Oh.

Wait, what?

Oh, hey, Daph.

Shaggy, Scooby!

But I think the musical

case was the one

with the green phantoms, wasn't it?

Oh, yeah. They were really

creeps that crawled.

A pair of crooked

aptly named lawyers.

We were in a tight spot, but

once again, Velma's brilliance

solved the musical riddle

and saved our lives.

Uh, I thought we were gonna

see your modeling pics.

- Oh, hi, Velma.

- Hi, Daphne. Great show.

Thanks! Hey, I was just

singing your brain's praises.

I know, I was watching.

But that's just number crunching.

It's your personal magnetism

that allows us to get close

enough to bust these sociopaths.

Like this one.

Remember old Ironface?

Oh, do I ever.

He was actually cafe

owner mama Mione,

masquerading as the ghost of

a weird pirate or something,

to help convicts

escape from prison.

Wait. Like you're thinking

of Redbeard's ghost.

(GULP)

- Ohh! That dude was creepy.

- (GASP) Creepy.

That's right. At least

until we found out

he was C.L. Magnus,

a shipping magnate

who was stealing from himself

and pocketing the insurance.

- (RING)

- Mm-hmm. That's right.

Hi, Daphanatic,

what's your question?

Is it about my modeling pictures?

What? Oh, no. I just

searched "Velma Dinkley"

and this website came up. I

have an urgent message for her.

My name is Cuthbert Crawley.

I'm a lawyer for her family.

Lawyer? Family?

Uh...(LAUGHS)

Uh, clearly this is

some sort of scam.

Scam? Velma!

Oh, Daph, the Internet

isn't exactly

the most reliable

source of information.

Nobody checks anything.

I mean, look at this.

A super suit? Please!

And with tiny agents that

sit inside this thing?

Laughable!

Wait. You're saying

that tiny special agents

aren't real? But...

Velma, you're ruining my show.

Besides, the beauty of the Internet

is the freedom of information.

And all the cool stuff

you can buy, too.

Velma, please! It's

a family emergency.

You must come to my office

as soon as possible.

I'm texting you my address.

Whoops. Looks like

we lost him. Moving on.

He said it was an emergency. We

need to meet him right away.

- We don't, Freddie, it's really OK.

- Come on, gang, time's a-wastin'.

(BEEP BEEP BEEP)

Well, Daphanatics, I guess that's

all for now. Keep liking me, please.

Ooh, wait. What about

the modeling pics?

(BURP)

(SLURPING)

Boy, it's great to have the

gang back together. Let's go!

Fred, you really don't have

to go to the trouble of...

Nonsense. A road trip

is what we all need.

Come on, gang, let's go

see this lawyer Crawley.

But, Fred, wait!

Is the mystery machine even ready?

Is she ready?

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

She's ready.

Record time once again.

Oh, careful, gang.

I just had her detailed

and her flowers touched up.

Daph, fingerprints!

Let's keep her as shiny as we

can for as long as we can.

I know it won't last

forever, but I have to try.

I love you.

Mmm... you are such a beauty.

Such a beauty.

Velma, you are the sole beneficiary

of your great-great-Uncle

baron basil's estate.

Boy, Mr. Crawley, when you said

the candy was complimentary,

do you mean it's like free?

Uh... yes. As I was saying,

due to an unusual

proviso in the will,

you, Velma, as the youngest

member of the Binkleys,

inherit the entire property, including

the castle in Transylvania.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

Transylvania?!

(BATS SQUEAKING)

(BOTH BABBLING, WHIMPERING)

Uh... heh heh... I see.

You needn't worry. This castle

isn't in eastern Europe.

It's in Transylvania, Pennsylvania.

It's a rural village of

ethnic Transylvanians,

who like the Amish, choose to

live in a more traditional

19th century lifestyle.

19th century?

(CLANKING)

(BUZZER)

Aah...

Well, you must be

thrilled about this.

You'll be a woman of property and

inherit all of your family's fortune.

I don't want anything to do with

my great-great-Uncle basil.

They can give all of it

away for all I care.

- Give it away?

- Why wouldn't you want it?

Perhaps that's just as well,

considering all that talk

about that supernatural curse

hanging over the estate.

(GASP) Oh-oh-oh-oh!

Yes. It said that anyone

who gets too close

to the baron's legacy will

lose what they love the most

and then be utterly destroyed.

Don't worry! We'll stay away

from the baron's legacy!

And his armacy and his footacy!

Wait a minute, Velma.

If you're related to a baron,

that makes you royalty.

You can inherit a tiara.

Why wouldn't you want

your inheritance?

You don't believe in

the curse, do you?

Of course I don't

believe in the curse.

You should know me

better than that.

Just leave it alone, Fred.

(BEEPING)

Jeepers, Fred, what...

I know every sound the

mystery machine makes

and that is not one of them!

Everybody, down!

(EVIL LAUGH)

And if it wasn't for

you, I would be king!

Clearly it was all just

an elaborate hoax.

None of it seems to add up.

If it wasn't for you

snooping around,

I would have gotten away with it.

Another mystery solved.

We don't need you kids interfering!

Meddling around where

you're not supposed to.

It was really just a disguise

to throw us off the...

Fred, behind you!

Scooby-dooby-doo!

You'll have all the time you

need to think about that,

at the state prison.

I have a hunch that this whole

mystery is about to be solved.

I guess you'll be going

away for a very long time.

That explains why those spooky

freaks were able to fly.

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

That guy's the worst parking

lot attendant in history.

That's no valet, Shaggy.

That's the ghost of the baron,

Velma's old ancestor and the source

of the curse I mentioned earlier.

Perhaps I should have been more

forthcoming about the details.

Gee, ya think?

"Stay away from...

Transylvania"?

Don't worry. We wouldn't be

caught dead in that town.

(WHIMPERING, TEETH CHATTERING)

Sorry, Shaggy, but that is

exactly where we're going.

Jeepers, Freddie, I don't know.

We've faced a lot of

ghoulish creeps before,

but this one just blew

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