"Previously on Mystery Incorporated..." "I thought you had to be a *** to get front row tickets for the Hex Girls." "Nop." "You just need to know Velma." "Aah!" "Jinkies, look at this, gang." "Primero means first in Spanish, and llave is key." "But what does an old gun have to do with a key?" "Incoming!" "Nova!" "Noooo!" "Set, Kryssy Kristy here with your music news report." "Holla!" "I'm standing on the very spot where one-hit wonders Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics totally ate it 30 years ago in a gnarly plane crash." "See?" "That's them, like, from before they were dead." "And this oldy oldster is Ian Hope." "Mr. Hope, you were the Ska-tastics' manager." "Tell us, what went down on that tragic night?" "I remember it like it was 30 years ago." "It was voodoo." "Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics were cursed... cursed to plummet to their doom on that fateful night..." "The night that ska died." "Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" "Like, does every bit of scary news have to be followed up by an immediate" " "Let's go investigate"?" " Yes." "Welcome to Grooves from the Grave." "I'm Martha Quinn, owner and proprietor." "Can I interest any of you in a third-generation bootleg of Scrooty Palidies' forgotten Christmas album?" " No, thank you." " It was recorded in Esperanto." "We were wondering if you could help us." "Have you ever heard of a band named Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics?" "Heard of them?" "You're kidding me." "I have every record they ever released right here in the store." "Of course, they only released one." "Their biggest and only hit," ""Graveyard Ska, Inc."" "Jinkies." "That is catchy." "Hang on." "I've prepared a slideshow on every music group from the last 60 years." "Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics." "Poor Rude Boy could never quite ride the fame train the way he wanted, so it's said that he turned to voodoo magic to further his career." "He cast love spells on the audience." "He cursed other bands." "Once, he even cast an enchantment of never-ending pain on a synthesizer." "Real crazy stuff." "Rude Boy always said he would come back from the grave." "And now, it looks like he has." "Zoinks!" "Doesn't anybody ever stay dead around here?" "* If my lips could only say * * the pretty words * * that I feel in my heart * * if my voice could make the sound *" "* I would tell you how I love you * * and we'd never be apart * * love was just one look * * into your face * * my mind starts to drift right into space * * and the words get stuck in my throat *" "* the words get stuck in my throat... *" "Huh?" "1, 2, 3, 4!" "Dance!" "Dance!" "Freeze!" "Nobody move a muscle!" "I said freeze!" "Oh, come on, people!" "I haven't seen this many ambulances since that time Scooby thought he had the mange." "Hmm?" "Stay with us, Scoob!" "Like, don't go into the light!" "Raggy, is that you?" "I'm so cold." "I'm so..." "Ahh." "That's better." "Well, if mayor Nettles called us down here, it must be something really bad." "Very bad." "I'll catch up with you guys later." "Where's Scooby going?" "Where he goes every day, 5 times a day... to visit Nova." "Hello, Nova, my angel." "I see you got the flowers I sent." "And the bones, and the Scooby snacks." "Don't worry, Nova." "I'm here, right by your side forever." "Of course, sometimes, I'll have to get treats, or go to the bathroom, but otherwise, I'll be here." "Will Dr. Scoobert Dooby Doo please report to the ICU?" "Dr. Doo, to the ICU." "Please, don't play with that." "Sorry." "These citizens were found at the Tiki tub." "They're dancing, and they can't stop." "That dance is called skanking." "It's how you're meant to dance to ska music." "And you said dance class was a waste of time." "Oy." "Doctor, what's the prognosis, if we can't find a cure within 24 hours, they will dance themselves into a permanent cataleptic state." "They will become..." "zombies" "for the rest of their lives!" "This is the graveyard where Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics are buried." "Like, why do we always have to come to spooky places at night?" "Yeah." "Why don't we come back tomorrow, after lunch?" "Or never?" "Guys, those poor dancing people can't wait until tomorrow!" "They're counting on us to save them." "Keep searching, gang." "All I'm saying is for once," "I'd like to go into the run-down mansion or the haunted crypt during daylight, when it's not so spo..." "zoinks!" "It's Rude Boy's grave!" "Like, I think there's somebody home!" "It's Mr. Ian Hope," "Rude Boy's old manager!" "Did Rude Boy do this to you?" "Where is he?" "Uh, he's...standing?" "He's standing right..." "Uh...oh!" "He's standing right behind you." "Heh...ooh." "Uh-oh." "Like, run!" "Aah!" "Unh!" "You just got I.T.ed... improvised trapped!" "Aah!" "Get in!" " I can't look!" " Like, me, too!" "Pull it together, you two!" "They're on our tail!" "Well, thanks to some incredibly expert one-handed driving, we lost them." "Hmm." "Perhaps a little too easily." "Rude Boy?" "Rude Boy has come back from the grave." "He's bringing ska back to life." "Yeah, by turning people into dancing zombies." "Mr. Hope, you were the Ska-tastics' manager." "You guys traveled everywhere together." "How come you weren't on that plane with them when it crashed?" "Um, I missed the plane because of...uh, a bizarre laundry accident." "Yes." "I did a little research." "According to my "Encyclopedia Musica,"" "this isn't the first time people have been afflicted with dancing sickness." "The dancing plague of 1518 struck Strasbourg, France, where hundreds of people danced themselves to near-fatal exhaustion." "Some say it was caused by listening to cursed and evil music." "It's Rude Boy!" "Quick, cover your ears!" "Dance!" "We have to..." "Fight this... musically!" "We need..." "Ultimate power chord!" "I'm fighting it, but I can't resist their catchy use of Caribbean mento and calypso with American jazz and rhythm and blues!" "Shaggy, Scooby, why isn't it affecting you?" "I'm a dog." "Music is just noise to us." "And, like, you've heard me sing." "I'm totally tone deaf." "Shaggy!" "Scooby!" "You're our only hope!" "It's up to you to save the town!" "It's up to you to save us!" "Like, zoinks!" "Like, what do we do, Scoob?" "Everyone in town is a total ska zombie, and we have to save them!" "Like, we don't know anything about music!" "We don't, but we know people who do." "The hex girls!" "Raggy, are you sure this is a good idea?" "Scooby-Doo, we're crashing a private party on the yacht of a rich sheik, and these are, like, the best disguises ever." "Good evening!" "We're the hex girls, and we're here to rock!" "There they are!" "Come on!" "2, 3, 4!" "* Who do voodoo?" "* * we do voodoo * * who do voodoo?" "* * we do *" "Luna!" "Thorn!" "Dusk!" " Rock out!" " * Who do voodoo?" "* * we do * * we do * * we do, we do *" "We have to stop zombies..." "From taking over the world!" "Rude Boy and Ska-tastics, back from the dead..heavy." "Like, what's with the original get-ups?" "Some of our fans prefer our classic costumes, and..." "The sheik is rich." "Super rich." "Anyway, you said something about undead dancing sickness?" "That's some serious mojo." "Only thing that can defeat it is the ultimate power chord." "And do you know how to play it?" "We're the hex girls." "Magic-infused rock is how we roll." "Yay, band battle!" "Band battle!" "Can we wear our war paint?" "Can we?" "Can we?" "Can we?" "Yeah." "War paint." "Great." "Whatever it takes." "We got to get back." "Let's do it!" "* We know that we will be mates forever * * step in with our crew, and the future's bright *" "* We can't be beat if we stick together * * dance with us as we skank through the night *" "* stand up strong, put your arms around * * and follow along with this song * * you're dead right, mate * * dead right, mate * * left, right, mate * * yeah, that's right, mate *" "* you're dead right, mate * * dead right, mate * * top night, mate * * you're dead right, mate *" "Come on, matey!" "1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!" "* Listen up, this won't take long * * stop right there, don't try to run * * we're really going to give it some * * so watch out, boys, 'cause here we come *" "Bring it, boys!" "* We're the good bad girls * * we're the good bad girls * * we're the bad good girls * * don't push, or you'll run out of luck * * we're the good bad girls *" "* yeah, yeah, yeah * * we're the good bad girls * * yeah, yeah, yeah * * we're the bad good girls * * yeah, yeah, yeah * * don't push, or you'll run out of luck *" "* You're dead right, mate * * dead right, mate * * left, right, mate * * yeah, that's right, mate * * you're dead right, mate *" "* Watch out, here we come * * yeah, that's right, mate *" "* you're dead right, mate *" "* Got you on the run *" "Come on, matey!" "Like, they're losing, Scoob!" "What are we going to do?" "Ooh." "We rock!" "* stand up strong... *" "* Dead right, mate... *" "* Good bad girls * * we're the good bad girls * * we're the bad good girls * * don't push, or you'll run out of luck * * we're the good bad girls, yeah, yeah, yeah *" "* we're the good bad girls, yeah, yeah, yeah * * we're the bad good girls yeah, yeah, yeah *" "1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!" "Rock!" "Aah!" "Hmm?" "Uh, you can stop now." "Now, let's see who's really behind the evil ska music." "Rude Boy is actually..." "Rude Boy?" "You're alive!" "But the plane crash 30 years ago..." "Was an elaborate hoax, wasn't it, Mr. Rude Boy?" "Oi." "You blighters got it in for me, right." "But yeah, we faked the whole bloomin' thing." "All I ever wanted to do was play ska and be super rich and super famous." "But apparently, it just wasn't in the tarot cards... maybe the fact that we only had one song had something to do with it." "So me and me mates, the Ska-tastics here, we decided we'd fake our own deaths." "Then, we could write the perfect song and return to take the music world by storm." "I don't understand, Rude Boy." "Why did you wait 30 years to make a comeback?" "Ah, don't be such a muppet, Martha Quinn." "We planned to be only gone one year, but writing the perfect song took bloomin' forever." "By the time we'd cracked it, ska wasn't popular anymore." "But everyone loves the undead." "So we began dressing as zombie mogs, riding our undead scooters and wearing polycarbonite-lined skull masks to hide our identity." "So in the end, desperate for success," "Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics unleashed a dancing plague on the world using an inharmonic chord with special frequencies designed to induce post-hypnotic suggestion..." "To sell their music." "Just as I thought, but didn't say." "Dance them away, sheriff." "We are done here." "But what happened to Krissy Kristy and Trini Lee?" "Scooby, check that coffin over there." "Huh?" "So, uh, when are we all going on tour?" "We're not." "Like, it looks like we're going solo, Scoob." "What's with the crazy music score?" "What do you mean, music score?" "Those dots weren't there before." "That means the planospheric disc has changed." "I wish we knew how to read music." "We do." "Let's rock some harmony, hex girls." "Another set of coordinates." "We have to go find what they lead us to." "Maybe it's the treasure!" "Uh, sorry, but I have somewhere else I have to be." "Remember, we're looking for something strange and out of the ordinary." "Ahoy, there." "How can I help you scurvy-legged land lubbers?" "Skipper Shelton..." "that helmet you've got on." "Where did you get it?" "Ahh, it be a weird thing, don't you know?" "I traded it with a grotesque-looking young scallywag, name of Handsome Jimmy." "Handsome Jimmy?" "Is there something written on the inside?" ""S. Llave," perhaps?" "Well, bless me sand damps, there is!" ""S" must stand for Susan." "And you must be Susan Llave!" "And this helmet must be yours, young fella." "A strange name for a boy, though." "I'm so obviously a girl." "Who's Susan Llave?" "Not Susan Llave..." "Segundo Llave." "We've got it." "This is the second key." "But what does it all mean?" "That's what we've got to find out." "Oh, Nova." "It's getting weirder and weirder." "Things aren't as easy to explain anymore." "It feels like something's going to happen... something bad." "What do you think, Nova?" "Nova?" "Nova?" "Huh?" "Nibiru." "Nibiru is coming."