Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed Page #3

Hot dogs!

There's gotta be some way that we can

use our awesome, fearless new skills...

...to get us in there

without being recognized.

Everyone part like the Red Sea.

It's me, Shizzy McCreepy,

and my brother, S.D. McCrawley.

We are in the house and ready to party.

Hey, handsome.

Hello, baby.

- Zoinks!

- Jinkies!

- Zoinks!

- Jinkies!

- Hey, gang.

- Jinkies!

- Hey!

- Yipe!

A Ghost Clown is a heck of a lot scarier

than a Cotton Candy Glob!

Watch out, idiot.

- Old Man Wickles!

- Leave me alone.

No!

I just wanted to say thank you.

Your portrayal of the Black Knight Ghost

was inspirational to my brother and me.

Have you done anything cool

and creepy lately?

Listen, I'm not normally one

for giving advice...

...but I feel sorry for you because

of your brother's hideous nose deformity.

Get out of this game

while you got a chance.

All of us here ain't nothing to admire.

We needed people to believe

we were different than we were.

Maybe because we believed...

...that there was something wrong

with who we were in the first place.

I guess you're sort of grateful

to Mystery Inc...

...for unmasking you.

- Are you kidding?

If I see those twerps,

I'd tear their eyes out of their skulls.

Make them eat the one eye while watching

themselves eat it with the other eye!

Bye.

Here's a clue for you.

That dude's wearing his freak hat 24/7.

I gotta take a whiz.

Don't do anything to attract attention.

Gotcha.

Hey, doll.

You wanna dance?

Groovy.

Here we go.

Shake it, baby.

Give me five!

Oh, yeah!

Everybody!

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Shaggy!

It's Scooby-Doo! The meddling mutt

what helped throw us in jail!

Who, me?

No, wait, that's not Scooby-Doo!

That's S.D. McCrawley.

He's just wearing a mask.

And that's Doo's beatnik best pal,

Shaggy Rogers.

- Where?

- There.

Zoinks! Gangway!

Run, Shaggy. Wait for me!

And stay out!

That wasn't so bad, Scoob.

That was my outfit, I swear.

You know, Velma,

you are as beautiful as ever.

You're just so different than I expected.

You know, I'm just...

Find me the head of museum security.

- Oh, my goodness!

- What the heck's going on?

This cannot be good.

My museum.

Wait!

Any comments on the museum robbery?

Mystery Inc. is investigating

the two stolen costumes.

No, the one that just happened.

Where The Black Knight and Pterodactyl

Ghost stole the rest of the costumes?

The rest of the costumes?

So, what you're saying is

it's all downhill for Mystery Inc.

No! You're doing that thing again where

you take everything I say out of context.

You're trying to make it look

like I think Coolsville sucks.

No! Don't record that!

Patrick, I'm so sorry.

It must be so hard for you.

I'm sorry, I have to go. Okay?

- I'll go with you...

- No! Just...

No, I have to figure out what's going on.

All Fred Jones had to say was:

I think Coolsville sucks!

In light of the city's recent chaos...

... Jones' response was disheartening

to the fans who have supported them.

Perhaps it's time for the crime-solving gang

to shape up or ship out.

I'll be right back.

This is Heather Jasper-Howe

for Investigative Probe Reporting.

What's with the personal attacks?

Look, I'm a huge fan. It's just my editor...

Who are you kidding?

Who are you kidding?

Don't think I don't know your game.

What do you do for the gang?

Really?

Velma's the smart one. Fred's the leader.

All you are is a pretty little face.

Why are you doing this?

Because it's my job to unmask

those who pretend to be who they're not.

"Unmask those"? You sound like...

Sound like who?

The evil masked guy.

But you know that, because

just as you know I'm standing here...

...you know I know who you know you are,

which is him, who's a her, which is you.

Now I see what you do for the gang.

You're in charge of incoherent babbling.

Mystery Incorporated.

Once again, you are proven useless

before my power.

Because of you, soon Coolsville...

...will be mine.

Darn it.

Thanks a lot!

The scoop of the night, gone.

Can't you do anything right?

Ned, get your camera and follow me.

Guess not.

Stop wasting my time!

You hear me? Now I want you to question

all your scum-bucket friends.

Find out what they know

about those stolen costumes.

Or else you'll be known

as the Soiled Underwear Ghost!

I want answers. Now, go! Now!

Yes, sir!

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

Patrick.

Shaggy. Scooby.

What are you guys doing here?

We just came down here

to be undercover and stuff.

Me too.

My museum got broken into again, so I had

to come here and try and get some answers.

Gotta put on the tough-guy act,

or these guys will eat me alive.

What's the matter, you don't believe me?

I'm kidding!

- It's the tough-guy act.

- That's good.

I got you.

That was a joke? That was good!

You're a lot of fun. Try it, Scoob.

It needs work.

Look, Patrick...

...we could stay here, do this all night,

and something tells me you would...

...but we gotta make

like your personality and split.

Okay.

Scooby-Doo. Scoob!

Hello?

Scooby-Doo, can you hear me?

Hello, Shaggy.

Wickles has led us

into a terrifying ghost town!

- Ghost town?

- Yes, a ghost town!

Darn bushes yowling at me again.

- Keep quiet, Scoob.

- Okay, Shaggy.

Like, where did Old Man Nutjob go?

Through here, Scoob?

I don't know.

Oh, boy.

Run, Scoob! It's a "skelly" thingy!

Elevator.

Good work, pal!

Like, let's skedaddle.

So, what's your assessment, Velmster?

This place seems harmless enough.

I mean, whether the Evil Masked Figure

could've gotten his randamonium...

...from here at the mine?

- Oh, sorry.

I was just thinking about Patrick.

He seemed so upset when he left.

- Right. So...

- And...

...he doesn't like me.

Okay. So your assessment is?

- Love stinks.

- Fred?

Do you think I'm just a pretty face?

No.

I mean, yes.

I mean, not fat!

Definitely not fat.

Is this sort of what you're looking for?

Fat? Why would you even use that word?

Never again will they underestimate us.

That's right.

I've gathered you here today

for something big.

At last.

All these years of careful planning...

...have culminated

in this one glorious moment.

Old Man Wickles, caught red-handed

in your foul monster-making scheme.

With your ugly, evil henchmen.

Henchmen?

Young man, we're investors,

and we're listening to his pitch.

So as I was saying...

...the Old Tyme Mining Town,

a summer camp for kids...

...where they can have

an authentic mining experience.

They can dig for 18 hours straight,

just like in the golden days of yore.

They have the time of their lives,

and we get free miners!

Mr. Wickles, we need to ask you about...

...your ties to recent monster attacks.

- I don't know nothing about no monsters.

Then how come there was randamonium

on the floor of your mansion?

There's randamonium all over the place.

I come home with it in my shorts.

Are you continuing the work

of your old pal Jonathan Jacobo?

Old pal? Jacobo?

We hated each other.

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