Scooby-Doo! Curse of the Lake Monster

Come on.

Split up.

Hey, come on, Scoob. I'm right behind you, Shaggy.

Change of plans.

Stay out.

Time to unmask the person behind this mystery.

- It's you? - What?

Like, it can't be.

Remember, people, just because this is the last day of class...

doesn't mean this test doesn't count.

Huh?

No.

Yes.

Cowabunga.

- Hot dog. - Hot dog.

Let's dance.

Yeah.

Uh, guys, what are you doing?

I know you're excited the school year's over...

but our seasonal employment awaits.

Already? Like, I didn't even have time to get a tan.

- Yeah. - Come on.

Well, it sure is lucky that Daphne's uncle...

is opening his new country club this summer, hey, V?

Indeed. Without these summer jobs, we'd never able to pay back...

Old Man Frickert for the damage we did to his barn.

Say cheese.

- What is he...? - Oh, Scoob's got a new hobby.

Scrapbooking.

- What happened to gardening? - It didn't work out.

Everything he planted, he'd just dig right up.

Hm.

Daphne said we should hit the road right after school.

Any sign of her or Fred?

Uh-uh.

Like, huh? VELMA: Jinkies.

Ooh.

Perfect.

Well? I for one think we deserve an explanation.

- Yeah. - Yes.

There's always been an undeniable chemistry between you two, but...

When did the transformative reaction finally occur?

I guess it started that night at Old Man Frickert's.

Yeah. Remember, Velma?

We followed the trail of the vengeful scarecrow up into the hayloft.

This is impossible.

We'll never find anything in here.

Yes, if I wasn't so pun averse...

I might even say it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Didn't scare you, did I?

Daphne.

Are you okay?

I am now.

Like, run! - What is it, Shaggy?

This one's gonna be a real barn burner. FRED: Shaggy.

Look out!

And thus, we're stuck paying for a new barn.

Again, just for the record...

nowhere on those bales of hay did it say flammable.

Yeah. - Anyway, that was also the night...

that Fred and I realized we were just meant to be.

It's a lovely story.

But I do feel obligated to raise one concern.

Whenever there's a shift in a relationship...

between two individuals within a group...

it inevitably has repercussions on the group as a whole.

Oh, Velma, don't worry about that.

We're all way too mature to let that happen.

- Right, Scoob? - I know I am.

Punch buggy white.

Ouch. Oh, good one, Scoob.

But it's a shame you didn't notice the punch buggy green.

Ow!

- All right. - You know what? That is it. I've had it.

You know, I will turn this van around.

Do I have to come back there? DAPHNE: Scooby-Doo...

get your tail out of my face.

Fred, where are those directions I sent you to print out?

Don't worry, we're not lost.

Hm. This sure doesn't look like my uncle's country club.

Oh. Hey, look. It's the S. S. Daphne.

Ha, ha.

Oh, look. Try stopping there, sweetie.

Whatever you say, dear.

Oh, how quaint.

Hm.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Like, yikes. Maybe we ought to just find our own way...

to your uncle's country club.

Zoinks!

Country club?

You're going to the country club?

Yes, we have summer jobs there.

No, you must turn back. You must leave while you still can.

- Leave? Why would we wanna leave? - They were fools to build there.

I tried to warn them...

but they thought I was just some crazy hag.

You? Heh. No.

But mark my words, the lake monster will return.

The lake monster will return.

- Did you get directions? - Uh...

Not exactly. SHAGGY: Oh, yes, we did.

Make a U-turn and head straight back to Coolsville.

There's a monster at the lake, guys. A monster.

- A monster? - Mm-hm.

Would you be referring to the lake monster of Erie Pointe?

You know, I didn't catch his name.

All I heard was "monster." VELMA: No, look.

It says here for hundreds of years there have been sightings...

of hideous creatures said to live at the bottom of the lake.

I get it, it's one of those things like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness monster.

Oh, no, it's worse than we thought.

No, Shaggy, I think what Fred means is that it's just a legend.

You know, lots of small towns make them up. They're good for tourism.

Oh. Oh, sure, you know, come for the scenery...

stay for the certain death.

Come on, guys. Let's just get going or we're gonna be late.

Uh, Fred?

- We still don't know how to get there. - Mm-hm.

Actually, yes, we do.

- No. - Yes.

Pretty swank, Daph.

Yeah, looks like my uncle really outdid himself this time.

Thanks, Shaggy.

- Is that my favorite niece? - Uncle Thorny.

Wow.

Thank you again, uncle.

I don't know what we would've done without these summer jobs.

Yeah. And, again, just for the record...

it's a well-known fact that scarecrows are afraid of fire...

Gang, I'd like you to meet Thorton Blake lV.

Fifth, actually.

Uncle Thorny, this is the gang.

This is Shaggy.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Fred. - Oh.

Velma. - Pleasure.

And... SCOOBY: Scooby-Doo.

Nice to meet you, Uncle Thorny.

Smile.

Well, I'm sure glad to have you all on board this summer.

Grab your stuff, get settled, and park that thing in the back.

Oh. You're gonna need to get a good night's sleep.

Your shifts start at 6 a.m. sharp.

There's a 6 a.m.?

And that one. It's my makeup.

- Shaggy, need a hand? - No, thanks, Fred. I got it.

It just takes a little elbow grease.

Shaggy.

Shaggy, are you all right?

Like, I am now.

Shaggy.

Yes, Velma?

I don't know how much longer I can hold you.

- Hey, Scoob? - Huh?

- Can I talk to you man-to-man? - Uh...

Sort of.

I think I might have just had a hayloft moment with Velma.

Do you think it's possible that...?

I don't know, that she and I are meant to be?

Yeah. Thanks for the support, pal.

I'll remember this come flea season.

Getting much better distance on those woods, sir.

Hey, Fred, can I talk to you man-to-man?

Sort of.

Well, you and Daphne, is that something you recommend?

What do you mean?

Well, you know, going from having...

you know, a girl friend to a girlfriend.

Heh, heh. I don't know if I'd really call Daphne my girlfriend, Shags.

You know, it's more casual than that. We're just, um...

- We're hanging out. - Hanging out?

No, Fred is totally my boyfriend.

Really?

I always thought football players liked to, well...

- play the field. - Pfft.

Me too. I never thought Fred would be the relationship type, but he totally is.

I'm just not the relationship type.

I'm a football player, we like to, uh, play the field.

Anyhow, it's summer, Shaggy.

Oh, yeah, summer. Totally.

Because who'd want a girlfriend during daylight-savings time?

Good guess, but what I'm saying...

is summer's a time you just wanna have fun. Not get so serious.

Daphne's cool, she feels the same way.

It's totally getting serious.

Fred's cool, he feels the same way.

Yeah.

- Exactly. - Exactly.