Scooby-doo! The Mystery Begins Page #5

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but I don't have a car.

I do. Well, at least, my dad does.

It's mine when I turn 16.

We can use it,

but we'll have to sneak it out.

All right, gang. We'll meet at Daphne's

after our parents go to sleep.

Sound like a plan?

-Got it.

-Stack them up.

-Not quite a hands in moment.

-No.

-Sorry.

-Oh, but...

I thought it was opportune.

Wow.

Get a load of this place, eh, Scoob?

Fancy-pants.

VELMA:

Okay. Here we go.

-Velma, you really don't...

-Just let her go, man.

SHAGGY:

Check it out.

FRED:

Beemer.

A Morgan?

Oh, an MGA in British racing green?

-So which one's our ride?

-Right behind you.

How groovy.

Okay, look, just because my parents

are well-off doesn't mean I get everything.

Yeah, but...

It's what the groundskeeper uses

to haul stuff around.

When I turn 16,

they're buying him a new one.

Shouldn't these things have treads?

Three hundred thousand miles?

It's a mystery this machine still runs.

It's not so bad.

All it needs is a makeover.

Right? I was thinking

maybe some blue and...

Oh, and some big orange flowers, eh.

-That'd be cool, right?

SCOOBY:
Yeah.

I guess.

All right, Shaggy, do your thing.

SHAGGY:

Right.

Okay, step aside.

Fully-licensed driver coming through.

SCOOBY:

Shotgun.

Okay, I'll sit in the back.

All right.

We'll just get going here.

Oh, good. Those are working.

And now to just start us up.

Shaggy, my parents.

Sorry.

Shaggy, are you sure

you know what you're doing?

Yeah, yeah. Just I...

Just going through my checklist.

Here goes.

Oh, and, Shag.

Go easy, all right? My dad says this van

requires a very gentle touch.

VELMA:

We're gonna die!

-You'll wake the entire neighborhood.

-It's just... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I really just wanna do my part,

but I just got my license last month...

...and I'm having a hard time

concentrating.

-Hey, have you always worn glasses?

-Get it together, man.

The State of Ohio issued you a license.

Now show us you deserve it.

Now put your hands on the 10:00

and 2:
00 positions...

-... just like the DMV recommends.

-Okay, okay. I think I got it now.

Okay, that's lovely.

Now, let's hit the road.

There we go.

As smooth as syrup.

Thanks, guys.

VELMA:
No problem.

FRED:
No problem.

Hey, Scoob, look what I got.

Oh, those were supposed to last us

all night.

Sorry.

-What?

-Oh, nothing.

It's just...

Since we started this investigation...

...so many of my theories

have been disproved.

What are you talking about?

You were right about the chemical.

-And you found the name.

-No, no, not about that stuff.

About you. You're just not at all

the person I thought you were.

-Who did you think I was?

VELMA:
I don't know.

Bubble-head, snob,

spoiled princess with a daddy complex.

But you're not.

I was totally, indisputably wrong.

Thanks. I think.

I have to admit, you're not the girl

I thought would be behind those glasses.

Really?

-Well, what did you expect?

-I don't know.

Egghead, know-it-all...

...alpha nerd who enjoys throwing off the

curve, making everyone else feel dumb.

Jinkies.

I have to admit...

...there is something inside me

that likes throwing off the curve.

Well, what about me?

-You?

FRED:
Yeah.

Fred, you're exactly

what we thought you'd be.

-Right, Velma?

-To a T.

-Come on.

-Or make than an N.

For Neanderthal.

Sorry for ever saying that.

In retrospect,

it was an inaccurate classification.

No problem.

Do me. Do me.

I don't think any of us

have figured you out yet, Shaggy.

Hey, yeah, me neither.

Hear that, Scoob?

We're in a class all our own.

-Yeah.

-Yup.

FRED:

This is bizarre.

There's no lights on.

Grimes must be asleep.

Or he's out planning another one

of his late-night creep-fests.

Only one way to find out.

SHAGGY:

Oh, wait.

So, like, what's the plan?

We can't just go breaking

into Vice Principal Grimes' house.

Then he really could have us arrested.

It's not breaking in

if the front door's wide open.

Come on.

Guys, I think we should

reconsider this.

SCOOBY:

Hey, wait for me.

Guys, it just a dummy.

Looks like Vice Principal Grimes

is quite the World War ll buff.

All right, gang,

I'm just throwing this out there...

...not trying to boss anyone around.

But you think it might be a good idea

if we split up and search for clues?

I'm just saying.

Well, mathematically,

the odds of finding anything...

-... would increase if we were divided.

-Exactly.

-Works for me.

-Great.

Velma, Daphne, we'll check upstairs.

Shaggy, Scooby,

you guys looks around down here.

Look for that book

and anything else suspicious.

Yep.

Like, look at this.

Come on, Scoob. Let's see if it works.

Aye, aye, captain.

Fresh as a daisy.

Oh, Scoob.

Oh, come on, let's get to work.

DAPHNE:
"Discipline 101, " "Getting in Touch

with your Inner Disciplinarian "...

..."The Complete Disciplinarian's Guide

to Discipline. "

Tuesdays With Morrie.

Books.

Oh, Scoob...

...quit crowding me.

You're breathing right down my neck, man.

-I am?

-Like, if that's not your breath...

Zoinks!

Jinkies. Look.

Looks like we were right about Grimes.

We have the evidence we need.

...to clear our names.

And if we can find the right spell,

we can break his control of the ghosts.

But we still don't know

why Grimes is doing any of this.

Wait a second.

Maybe we do, Freddie.

-What is it?

-Looks like some of Grimes' research.

And look.

Time capsule?

It's gotta be what he's after. Remember?

They were going to bury it

on the school's opening day...

-... but they never did.

-That's right.

-Because of the Coolsville Flood.

-Exactly.

So that means that the time capsule

is still inside the old school.

Which is buried 200 feet

under the new school.

We did it. We solved the mystery.

-Hey, guys, we gotta get out of here.

-Shaggy, what's wrong?

That!

Jinkies!

Scooby-Doo, where are you?

Here, I'm coming.

SPECTER:
Foolish children.

You've fallen right into my trap.

VELMA:

I just remembered...

...magnesium chlorate has sulfur.

Sulfur...

...makes you sleepy.

SPECTER:

Sweet dreams, kiddies.

FRED:

Daphne, are you okay?

DAPHNE:

Where are we?

FRED:

Looks like the gym.

DAPHNE:

How did we get here?

FRED:
I don't know. I can't remember

anything after that green spray.

Bet you this is the work

of that phony specter.

SPECTER:

Bravo.

Bravo, little puzzle masters.

You put all the pieces together.

The time capsule,

it's all about the time capsule.

But thanks to you, I can retrieve it

without even getting my hands dirty.

Ironic, isn't it?

All you were trying to do

is clear your names...

...but all you did

was get yourselves in deeper.

Now, get down there

and find me that time capsule.

-Like, we'd ever help you.

-Fine. But if you don't...

...you'll never see

your little puppy dog again.

Scooby?

You'll never get away,

Vice Principal Grimes.

SPECTER:

Grimes?

That was the one piece of the puzzle

you never managed to put into place.

[MUMBLING]

SPECTER:

Ghosts. Get these two out of my sight.

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