Scooby-Doo! Frankencreepy Page #2

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up the mystery machine.

And that's why we have to go, Daph?

Together we've brought down more

than our share of villains,

with nothing more than

pluck, Jerry-rigged traps,

and a box of Scooby snacks.

And for no better reason

than a love of justice

and my van and a knack for meddling

and a love for my van.

Did you just say van?

No, no, I didn't say van.

But now, we find the forces of evil

have come to us.

Why? We don't know why.

Who? We can't say.

But there is one thing

we can say for certain.

What?

They killed my van.

(SOBBING)

This time...

This time it's personal.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

But, like, without

the mystery machine,

how would we even get there?

(WHISTLE BLOWS, BELL RINGS)

The Transylvania express?

Who'd a-thunk there'd

be a night train

to a town they never heard of?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

I love this train.

Like, why?

Two words... snack bar.

Hoo hoo hoo! Yeah, at least

they do have a snack bar.

And I don't mind if I do.

Garcon, we'll take as

many hamburger platters

that will fit on these trays, and

don't be afraid of stacking.

Sir, ze transylvanian express

offers only tasty, rare,

traditional carpathian delicacies.

Carpahoe... uh, what?

(PFFT! EEE! BAA!)

- Eew!

- Yuck!

(EVIL CHUCKLE)

- What's this?

- What's what, Daph?

It's that teen mystery solver gossip site.

I thought there might be something

about my modeling or whatever,

but check this out.

"What blue-spectacled

teen super sleuth

"is hiding a terrible

family secret?

Hint:
She wears orange

knee socks every day."

Velma, that's you.

The truth is out on the Internet.

Well, it looks like my

big secret is exposed.

I never wanted you guys to know.

Did you ever wonder why I'm so obsessed

with debunking the supernatural?

We just always assumed it was

something you fell into.

I was always curious about the

attachment to orange knee socks.

Because you totally pull them off.

Mm.

It's time you knew the truth.

My crusade of reason is the result

of my deep, shameful family secret.

Like many emigre families,

our original name

was Americanized when we disembarked

at Ellis island from the old country.

America! Ve are free! Ha ha!

You can't stop here. Move it along.

Name.

Von Dinkenstein.

Von Dinkenstein?!

Yes, I am the direct

descendent of the infamous

Dr. Von Dinkenstein.

(THUNDER)

Back in the old

country, legend had it

that he was the man who

created a monster.

(NO DIALOGUE AUDIO)

It was this story that

inspired Mary Shelley

to write her famous

novel, "Frankenstein."

I don't believe that my

ancestor ever succeeded

in actually creating the

monster, of course,

but the fame created by Shelley's

story haunted my family.

(THUNDER)

It caused a kind of madness

in some of my relatives

who wished to achieve where

my ancestors had failed,

to reclaim the family

name and its occupation.

(TAPPING KEYPAD)

Guys, did you even hear a

word of what I just said?

Well, yeah. Your great-great-Uncle

baron basil Von Dinkenstein

went crazy trying to

recreate the experiments.

"Baron's monster runs amok.

Loss of income. Blow to tourism."

Oh. That's on the Internet?

Well, never mind.

Yes, this is why I'm obsessed

with solving supernatural phenomena

and exposing them as hoaxes.

And we all thought you just

loved solving a good mystery.

(CHUGGING, RUMBLING)

Like, man, did you feel that?

Feels like the train just sped up

to like a gazillion miles per hour.

(GASPS)

If we hit that turn at this speed,

we'll be thrown from the tracks

and plunged into the abyss below.

I don't know. I wouldn't mind

being plunged in a vat of pudding

or macaroni and cheese.

But not the abyss. Please!

Anything but the abyss.

Uh-oh!

We're not slowing down.

I kind of wish I'd gone easy

on the goat's head in ketchup.

(RETCHES)

Oh!

Aah! Oh!

Oh, no! We're going to

lose this car, too.

Come on, everyone, we've got

to save these innocent people

before they all die.

- I think they might already be dead.

- Fred.

All right, everybody

move, next car.

Shaggy, try to reach the engineer!

We've gotta slow down!

We're on it!

It's locked!

What?!

ALL:
He said it's locked!

Try knocking it down!

Try what?!

ALL:
He said try knocking it down!

Whuh hoo hoo! What, are you nuts?!

What?!

ALL:
He said, are you nuts?

Aah!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

- (EVIL LAUGH)

- (WHIMPERING)

- (EVIL LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

- (WHIMPERING CONTINUES)

You should have heeded my warning,

for now you have incurred

the Von Dinkenstein curse!

Each will lose what he loves most

and then complete destruction!

Hee ha ha ha ha!

(WHIMPERING, TEETH CHATTERING)

(EVIL LAUGHTER,

WHIMPERING CONTINUES)

(CRASH)

(BABBLING)

What was that?

ALL:
(BABBLING)

Tell the conductor to

slow the train down!

(SOBBING)

- We're all gonna die!

- What?

ALL:

He said we're all going to die.

(WHIMPERING)

It's all right! It's OK!

The Dooby gang will save

the day! Whoo! Yay!

Daphne, this is hardly

the time to cheerlead.

Wait, it is. Daphne's

onto something.

It's working!

Now pull us in. It's working.

- Ooh!

- Aah!

I always knew your cheerleading

- would come in handy one day, Daph.

- Go team! Whoo!

We're not out of this yet.

Depot ahoy!

No time to lose.

Uhh!

(CREAKING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

No, no, no, no. No

need to thank us.

We were just doing our job. Well,

it's more of a hobby, really...

What is the meaning of

this torn-up train?

Not to mention our town clock.

Vell, I'm vaiting.

Well... heh heh...

You see, the train...

Actually, sir, we just did this

town and this train company

a huge service for

saving so many lives.

You! Girl Von Dinkenstein.

I'd know those glasses anywhere!

No Von Dinkenstein is

welcome in this town.

It was your Uncle's

monster did this to me.

Why did the monster replace

your hand with a duster?

Ze monster took my hand. It

was I who put the duster on.

The police barracks aren't going

to clean themselves, you know.

Look, the tracks have lots of dust.

They are the dirtiest things

you could ever imagine.

Never lets go. Never lets go.

Ooh, like I feel all sparkly.

Sparkly clean.

You can't blame Velma for

something her Uncle did.

Of course we can!

We blame her entire bloodline

for the Von Dinkenstein curse.

ALL:
Ja!

- Seriously?

- Seriously, young lady.

I'm Mr. burger, the

Burgermeister of this town.

You're a burger?

- Burger?

- 100%.

Aha.

I've never met a talking burger.

Ugh.

Blehh! Needs ketchup.

That's Burgermeister.

It means mayor.

Now, to answer your

question, young lady,

ever since the monster was destroyed,

the baron's ghost has haunted us,

und now tourism is dead,

and our famed factory

barely stays open.

Well, what does this town make?

We are the premiere torch

manufacturer in the northeast.

ALL:
Ja! We are!

You make torches?

Ja. Our burning pieces of

wood are second to none.

Let me demonstrate.

Flame on!

Behold!

Eeeh!

You... will you come with me?

Um, guys, maybe we should do

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