"Like, man, I am stuffed." "Ohh." "Deena, promise me that whatever happens, you won't go into the fog." "You mean, that fog all around us?" "Yes, deena, because it's-- it's full of..." "Ghouls!" "Zoinks!" "Fog ghouls!" "Like, those are the worst!" "Yeah!" "Lola, cover your eyes!" "Mmm." "Aah!" "Deena, they've got me, Deena!" "Their fingers..." "Are so tingly!" "Aah!" "No!" "What's... happening to me?" "Deena..." "Come into the fog." "Seriously, it's actually kind of nice, like a... day spa." "No." "No!" "I have to say, mayor nettles, this horror movie night is a huge success." "Oh!" "I don't think that was the movie!" "Yipes!" "A real ghoul!" "Worse--a real graveyard ghoul!" "That graveyard ghoul had to leave some kind of clues behind." " Nothing here, Fred." " No, nothing here." "Except a ton of abandoned foodstuffs left behind in last night's panic." "Yummy, abandoned food!" "Jinkies, it's the graveyard ghoul." "Don't be silly, Velma." "That's Evallo." "He works here as the gravedigger." "He's helped me bury a few things more than once over the years." "Hi, Evallo." "Be gone, scarfed one." "Good to see you, too, old buddy." "Guys, it's him." "It's so obvious." "Evallo is the graveyard ghoul." "Evil..." " Nah." " Sorry." " Don't see it." " What?" " Velma, I'm surprised at you." "That's villain profiling." "We don't do that." "We investigate every angle of every mystery, like why that picturesque little house I've never seen before is over there." "Come on, gang." "Let's check it out." "Guys?" "Guys?" "You see that?" "He's growling at me." "Actually growling!" "Ahh." "Guests!" "Come in, come in." "I am Moder Bjorkland, and this is my home." "Pleased to meet you." "Oh, what a nice, polite talking dog." "My girls will just love you." "Girls?" "These are my 3 beautiful daughters that don't speak..." "Inga, Ola, and Heidi." "We so seldom get any visitors." "Please, come, stay." "Make yourselves comfortable, and allow my daughters to wait upon you hand and foot." "Excuse me one second, Moder Bjorkland, girls." "We definitely need to investigate this house some more." "I know, right?" "Like, who could believe a family of all super-hot daughters?" "That's exactly my family." "Fred, I don't see why" "Great!" "Then it's agreed." "We investigate the Bjorkland house." "Oh, man." "I am, like, suddenly so into investigating." "I can see that this is going nowhere." "I'm going to take off and do some real detective work." "Coming?" "No, I better stay and keep an eye on the boys." "These Bjorklands seem a little too nice." "And this is the kitchen." "My favorite part of any tour." "I like men with a healthy appetite." "Dogs, too." "Back in the old country, all the men and dogs could eat just pounds and pounds of meatballs at every meal." "Oh, good, ja?" "Enjoy yourselves." "We have plenty more." "Ahh." "This is like the old days." "Our homeland was so wonderful." "We only came to crystal cove 6 months ago because we thought we could get rich by buying this cemetery." "It's such a good location, too." "Right next to the gas company." "Alas, the cemetery's not really paying off." "But enough gloomy stories." "Who is hungry for more meatballs, ja?" "I love any story that ends in more meatballs." "They're, like, all angels-- glowing, silent, perfect angels who serve meatballs." "Oh, we also have chocolate!" "Joy overload!" "Chocolate?" "What kind?" "I mean, what's the cocoa ratio?" "60%?" "70?" "How pure is it?" "Never mind." "I don't want any." "Ugh." "Here I am again, the only one really working." "You always were the most determined of your little group." "Were you just waiting there?" "Of course." "Waiting for you." "The stakes are higher than ever, Velma." "I need you back on my team." "Keep dreaming, Mr. E." "I don't know why I ever trusted you before, but that's not a mistake I'll make twice." "Ahh." "The sweet taste of rejection." "Professor Pericles." "The others, they do not trust me any more, Ricky." "You blame them?" "I tried to open my little heart to them." "Wanted them to join forces again." "But they all turned me down." "Cassidy is bitter, angry." "Brad and Judy are enigmas." "That leaves only you, Ricky." "My sweet Ricky." "Don't ever call me that." "You lost that the night you betrayed me." "Like, these are the best meatballs I have ever eaten." "And I am something of a meatball aficionado." "Me, too." "These are delicious." "Ohh, we are out of the lingonberries." "Excuse me while I get more from the basement." "Wow." "You Bjorklands sure know how to make a guy feel welcome." "I really hope that's not the only thing it could be." "It is!" "The graveyard ghoul!" "Yipes!" "You leave those beautiful immigrants alone!" "Uhoh!" "Out of ammo!" "Not quite!" "Aah!" "Leave this cemetery!" "Leave, and never return!" "Oop!" "Sorry that took so long." "I hope I did not miss anything..." "Exciting?" "Jinkies." "It's like this Evallo barely exists." "Bingo." "His real name is count Evallo Von Meanskrieg." "Looks like count Evallo applied for a work permit but was denied because his aptitude test showed he was pure evil." "I got to tell the gang." "Oh, you were so brave, saving my daughters from that monster!" "Oh, it was nothing." "It's kind of our job..." "That no one ever pays us for." "You are heroes." "And to commemorate your deeds, we made these chocolate statues in your honor." "Wow!" "Like, a tiny chocolate me I can consume!" "Hmm?" "Oh!" "No, thanks." "I try to avoid chocolate." "I, um--let's just say last time I ate it, things got a little crazy." "Well, I don't want to be rude." "Ahh..." "Were we ever so young?" "Ok." "The only clue from this investigation I've got so far is that" "Moder Bjorkland and the graveyard ghoul are pretty much the same height." "That's reason enough to stay and eat more meatballs." "You said it, Scoob." "Let's meatball up." "Daph, what do you think?" "Chocolate." "Chocolate!" "Daphne loves chocolate!" "Hey, Velma." "Finally gave up on the Evallo lead, huh?" "It is Evallo, and I've got the proof." "He got shut down on a work permit for being registered as pure evil." "Velma, it's never the obvious suspect." "You know that better than anyone." "Now, like, help us investigate this lovely woman and her 3 perfect daughters." "Jinkies, you two are hopeless!" "Daphne, looks like it's up to you and" "Mine." "It's all mine." "You can't have it." "Go away." "Mine!" "Ok." "If you guys won't help, I'm going at it alone." "Hmm?" "Huh?" "Oh!" "Ohh!" "Ohh!" "Aah!" " Velma!" " Oh, Scooby!" "I thought you were the ghoul." "Why are you following me?" " I was worried about you." " Thanks, Scoob." "I was starting to think that no one cared about solving this mystery." "I care." "So do I." "Hold on!" "Aah!" "There is no way that that ghoul is Moder Bjorkland." "What's that smell?" "I don't know." "I thought it was just my sweater." "It gets a little funky when I sweat." " Hmm." " Come on, Scoob." "If the gang won't believe us, I think I know someone who will." "And that's why I'm sure that Evallo is the graveyard ghoul." "Yeah." "This Evallo Von Meanskrieg, yeah, he definitely sounds guilty..." "Which is why I won't be arresting him." " Huh?" " What?" "Oh, look." "Every time I think it's the guy, and I arrest him, it always ends up being the wrong guy." "Do you know how many wrongful arrest lawsuits I have pending?" "A lot!" "You are a terrible sheriff." "Sounds like the talking dog's been talking to my lawyer." "Come on, sheriff Stone." "Go with your gut." "This is your chance to arrest the right guy for once and be a somewhat competent sheriff." "Hmm." "Somewhat competent?" "Go on." "I'm listening." "The ghoul's movements all center around that mausoleum." "Scary." "Hmm." "There's that same smell." "It's gas." "Someone has been using these pipes to drill for natural gas under the cemetery." "Look, that's stupid." "There's no gas under the graveyard." "All the gas is under the crystal cove gas company next door." "I thought you were good at this." "Scooby, sheriff, this mystery is coming together." "And in the immortal words of Fred Jones, it's trapping time." "Like, whoever thought working in lederhosen would be so much fun?" "Hi, Daph!" "This is it!" "This is my moment!" "I know it!" "I am finally going to arrest the right guy!" "Ahh!" "A barbecue?" "Sure!" "No self-respecting ghoul can resist good American-style barbecue." "That's just a fact." "I know I can't!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "That's some of my best barbecue!" "The graveyard ghoul!" "I don't believe it." "Your idea worked!" "Spring the trap!" "There was supposed to be a trap?" "Darn it!" "No, no!" "Guys!" "Help me!" "Where'd he go?" "Uh-oh." "Aah!" "He's getting away!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "No, he's trapped!" "Velma!" "Scooby!" "We heard explosions." "Are you ok?" "Oh!" "What have you done to our cemetery?" "What we've done is capture the graveyard ghoul." "And now, let's see who he really is." " Evallo." " Well, what do you know?" "It really was the most obvious suspect." "Who would have guessed?" "Evallo was stealing natural gas from the crystal cove gas company." "Yes, that is right." "I did it." "I, count Evallo Von Meanskrieg, developed a perfectly evil plan und used my position as gravedigger to cover my activities." "But zee crowd from the mayor's movie night meant someone might notice what I was up to." "I had to scare them off!" "Thus, my genius evil plan of the graveyard ghoul was born." "Unfortunately, the flame-broiling grill was incredibly dangerous so close to my gas lines." "I had to stop it." "Which led to my capture." "Sadly, I, ze evil count Evallo Von Meanskrieg, would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for this sheriff and his American-style barbecue." "You all saw that, right?" "I caught the right guy, and on purpose!" "I'm so sorry I thought you were the graveyard ghoul." "No, Fred, your instincts were right." "The Bjorklands are involved in this mystery." "They just don't know it." " Huh?" " What?" "And so, it was brought to my attention that while count Evallo was intentionally stealing from the gas company, the gas company was, um, ahem, accidentally stealing from the Bjorkland family by siphoning gas from the huge unknown reserve under their cemetery." "And so, let me present you with this check for 30 years' worth of back gas profits." "Oh!" "This is wonderful." "Now, we can leave this country." "Good-bye forever!" "Wait!" "I thought you liked it here." "Oh, no, no." "We were just here for the money." "Now, we can go back to the old country and live like queens." "Thank you." "Thank you, crystal cove." "Bye-bye!" "Also, it seems that count Evallo Von Meanskrieg has diplomatic immunity." "You'll have to let him go, sheriff!" "What?" "Oh, come on!" "I told you this would happen." "Haha!" "The Von Meanskrieg family is the most evil family in all of Europe!" "You should see my brothers." "They're, like, just the worst." "So evil!" "Anyways, I came here to crystal cove to prove how truly evil I am." "Now, deport me so I can live out my days in evil luxury." "That's it!" "I... am so... never arresting... anyone..." "ever again!" "Um..." "like, what just happened?" "Oh, who cares?" "I'm just glad to see those Bjorklands go." "Let them take their gazillion dollars and leave." "And their chocolate." "Let them take all their chocolate..." "Wait!" "Leave the chocolate!" "Please, leave the chocolate!" "I'm glad you came." "I wasn't sure you would." "Of course, Ricky." "I'm happy you invited me." "To a future of unimaginable wealth." "To the treasure." "For with it, we shall rule the world." "A meeting of this momentous importance deserves some mood music." "Remember, all you listeners out there, something bad is going down at crystal cove." "And by down, I mean underneath." "Watch out for any foul play-- especially of the feathered kind." "Ahh, Cassidy." "If we are to continue, she will need to be silenced forever." "Agreed." "Forever."