"Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves?" "Mom?" "Dad?" "Have any of you heard of sternum and sternum?" "Sure, they're famous!" "A husband-and-wife team of trap-making mystery-solvers." "You mean you're the sternums?" "We just want to help mankind by ridding it of things that are hard to catch with ordinary traps." "I'm begging you to think of Freddy, to really put him first." "Stop thinking about that treasure." "It's cursed our whole lives, ruined everything we ever were." "Nobody has to get hurt-- as long as you stay out of our way." "We've been kind for old time's sake." "But don't push it." "Dillon, we've been through so much together-- monster attacks, physical and emotional trauma, intensive care." "And now that it's all over, we can finally be together." "But should we be together?" "Oh, Dylan, I'm scared." "I was scared, too, babe-- of losing you." "And of being attacked by a monster, but most of losing you." "Oh, Dillon." "Kiss me." "Let's do this." "I'm finally going to rock this kiss." "For your misdeeds, you have been judged!" "Oh, come on!" "I--I just got out of the hospital from the last monster." "What are you, Brenda, some kind of monster divining rod?" "Look, sorry, babe." "It's been real." "Real weird!" "He shall be judged for his cowardice." "But first, you shall be judged!" "Yo, Thanksgiving guy, judge this!" "Oof!" "You saved me!" "Oh, thank you!" "Eh, no biggie." "All shall be judged, and all shall be punished by Hebediah Grim!" "Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" "Fred, no." "I'm just not ready to go on a date with you yet." "Date?" "Who said date?" "I didn't say date." "I said practice date." "Big difference." " Mmm." " See, Daphne?" "If we practice like Brenda and Dillon, we could be as good at dating as they are." "They're regular pros." "Gary?" "Brenda, what's going on?" "Where's Dillon?" "Dillon did this to himself, Fred, when he ran off and left me in danger." "Yeah." "This huge pilgrim dude was at Lover's Lane last night, judging and attacking people with a giant hammer." "I was jogging by with my soccer ball, so I took him out." "Two kicks-- me kicking the ball, and me kicking the ball again." "He was so brave." "I can't believe I wasted my time on a boy like Dillon when I could have been with a man like Gary." "Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah!" "Gary has a girlfriend?" "Gang, this might just be the biggest mystery we've ever faced." "Poor Dillon." "He lost Brenda and his car in the same night." "Poor Dillon?" "Poor us!" "It's snack time!" "So, like, where's the snacks, huh?" "Sorry, guys." "I forgot to pick something up." "Can you skip the snacks today?" "Skip snacks?" "You take that back, now!" " Hey, kids, did..." " Someone say snack time?" "Like, snackpot!" "Snackamania!" "I'm in heaven!" "My parents would love this caterer." "Is it elite treats or the foodie fellows?" "Actually, we whipped this up ourselves." "We sure did, Brad." "Since we don't have to work, we have nothing but free time, all thanks to the royalties from our trap patents." "Right you are, Judy." "That, and of course, our semiautobiographical television show, based on our glamorous trapping lifestyle." "This guy here's my employer, Mr. sternum, a self-made trap gazillionaire." "This lady here is Mrs. S." "She's an absolute knockout." "That handsome guy there is me." "My name is Thraxy." "I watch out for the both of them, which is a really tough job, 'cause when they got together, it was trapping' time!" "Trapping has been very kind to us." "You said it, Brad." "And we'd love to share our good fortune to..." "Help you with your latest mystery..." " Son." " Thanks." "We can handle it." "You sure?" "All you need to catch a puritan menace is a foxhole surprise." "Or better yet, a barn roof gambit, augmented by a double night warbler." "Really?" "Those sound great, but, uh" "I think we can handle it!" "I said..." "We can do it ourselves!" " Of course." " Ooh." "Sorry." "Just trying to help." " Don't make it worse, Brad." " But" "No, no, no." "That was rude, Fred." "They were reaching out to you, and you pushed them away." "It wasn't me." "It was the smoothies." "Like, don't blame the smoothies, man." "Yeah." "Smoothies deserve better." "It's OK." "I love you." "I really do, do, do." "Why did you bring me on a stakeout?" "Mayor, ride-alongs are good publicity." "It's in the sheriff handbook." "Oh, is it?" "Well, what about the music and the candles?" "Is that standard stakeout protocol?" "Yes!" "Yes, it is." "You've got a lot to learn about stakeouts, lady." "Well, maybe you should teach me, then, Bronson Stone." "Well, maybe I will," "Sharon Nettles." "Your first name isn't Sharon, is it?" " Janet." " Ahh, a pick-a-Nick basket." "Told you." "Sheriff Stone?" "Mayor Nettles?" "What are you doing here?" " We're on a stakeout!" " In a patrol car?" "Yes." "Now, move along." "Nothing to see here." "Hey, how are we supposed to make incredibly bad and stupid decisions that will wreck the rest of our lives over here with all that noise?" "Quiet, longhair." "For your painted faces and clothes that rise above the ankle and fall below the neck, you 3 womenfolk shall be judged!" "3?" "What about me?" "You shall be spared." "You are a model of purity-- plain, wholesome, and untempting." "Lol!" "Burn!" "Quick, save the mayor!" "Will do." "Come on, your honor!" "Where is he?" "Did we lose him?" "Guys?" "Like, not quite!" "Like, not at all!" "You shall be judged!" "Hang on, gang!" "Gary?" "How did you get here?" "I was jogging by when that Turkey Day loser attacked, so I saved Cheryl." "You were jogging by with your soccer ball again?" "How is that even possible?" "Are you single?" "Wait a sec." "Two hot girls, hot for Gary in the same day?" "No, way." "Guys, still out of control here." "Piece of cake." "Come on, guys." "Pull it together." "Do you even know how to use the jaws of life?" "The pick-a-Nick basket's going to be OK, right?" "Hmm." "There's some odd indentations in Hebediah Grim's footprints." "Nice catch, Velma." "You know, Daphne," "Lover's Lane is actually a perfect setting for a practice date." "Good visibility, plenty of parking..." "Fred, no means no." " Where's the mayor?" " She went home." " But Velma found" " Save it." "I'm off the clock." "Looks like it's up to us, as usual." "And I think Gary has to be involved in this." "He may not be Hebediah Grim..." "But his best pal Ethan might be." "We've been watching Ethan all day, and everything is normal." "Maybe we're wasting our time on him." "Maybe." "Or maybe he's about to slip up, now that he's home alone." "Shh." "Here he comes." "Maintain the net." " That's not normal." " No." "Definitely not." "Like, how long can he keep that up?" "Uh, he'll run out of steam soon." "Guess he has more steam than I thought." "Uh, guys, why are we just sitting here?" "Why don't we go check out his room while he's busy?" "Hmm?" "Ooh." "Play scripts, ticket stubs, a drama club application..." "Check this out." "It's a program for the school play "The Scorning."" "I think we've found our evidence." " Huh?" " Evidence of what?" "We're investigating the mystery of Hebediah Grim." "You think I'm that pilgrim freak?" "I knew expanding my horizons was a mistake." "Well, if you're not Hebediah Grim, then somehow, Gary must be." "Gary?" "Oh, OK." "Now, that's funny." "Hang on." "I got to video chat Gary about this." "Dude!" "The mystery dopes think you're that Lover's Lane hammer whacko." "Yeah, right." "And how'd I attack myself?" "Am I a wizard, too?" "Ooh, wizard magic!" "Shacka-macka-zoo!" "Allakahammie!" "If you're not Hebediah Grim, then why are you always there when he attacks?" "I'm happy to answer all your questions, guys." "But first, look out!" "You shall all be judged for your wicked transgressions!" "Except you." "You may go." "What?" "No way." "I'm not going anywhere." "So be it." "You shall all be judged, starting with you," "Daphne Blake!" "Judge this, sir dorks-a-lot!" "Unh!" "Oof!" "Oof!" "Whoa!" "Oof!" "Looks like he's not judging you tonight, Daphne." "But I'll walk you home, just to be safe." "Thank you so much, Ethan." "If you Sherlock nos really want to solve this mystery, you should check out Doogle McGuiness." "He played the lead in "The Scorning."" "I heard he gets crazy obsessed with every character he plays." "Ethan's never even practice walked her home." "Daphne's fine, Fred." "We need to pay a little visit to Doogle McGuiness." "The house definitely looks guilty." "Like, it probably looks better in the daylight." "Let's come back tomorrow!" "Yeah!" "Sounds like a plan to me!" "Oh!" "Huh?" "Hey!" "Like, the school yearbook!" ""Hot." "Mega hot."" ""Queen Hotness"?" "Something tells me this is our guy." "Hello?" "Doogle?" " Huh?" " Doogle McGuiness?" "Speak fast." "I'm doing a one-man production of "Animal Farm" at the Crystal Cove Asylum for Criminally Insane Animals." "Those homicidal kooks love le theatre." "OK." "Then admit it-- you played a character like Hebediah Grim in the school play, and it twisted your mind, turned you into some Daphne-obsessed freak." "OK, first, I hated that play." "16th century musical theater is so musky." "Yeah." "Well, then, why'd you circle the girls who were attacked in your yearbook?" "I've never seen that yearbook before." "Mine is covered in denim and sequins." "Wait." "I know that yearbook." "I signed it." "It belongs to-- oof!" "The actor has been judged, and your friend Daphne, the Scarlet-haired temptress, is next!" "She shall be judged!" "The school drama club just texted me back." "Doogle's costume from "The Scorning" is missing." "So's the back-up." "And the one thing we know for sure is that" "Daphne is the next target." "Ethan offered to protect me." "I could spend all my time with him." "No." "That would never work." "Never!" "Like, we could lie low here until grim goes away." "Prime rib, please." "Yeah." "We've got all the meat we need." "Turkey duck ham, please." "Something about all this is really bugging me." "Like, is it that your picture wasn't circled in the yearbook?" "Or because Hebediah Grim thinks you're untempting?" "Hmm!" "Fred, I hope I'm not crossing a trip wire here, but we know the perfect trap for this situation-- the Auckland and Brinkle." "Right, Judy?" "That's right, Brad." "You can save the town." "And your girl." "We're in." "Wow." "I'll never reach this level of trapsmanship." "You're our son, Fred." "Trapping's in your blood." "You just have to believe in your inner trapsman as much as we do." "Do you really mean that?" "I--I better go check the counterweights." "Why are you so close to me?" "You're the safest place to be right now." "OK, Daphne." "As soon as you have your safety gear on, we can get started." "Fred, for the last time, I'm not ready to date you, practice or not." "Sorry." "I'm just nervous." "Don't be." "No creep is going to judge you on my watch." "You got it?" "I swear." "Thanks, Fred." "No one makes me feel as safe as you do." "Maybe we can go on a practice date..." "Someday." "Really?" "Uh, I mean, yeah." "That--that'd be great." "Daphne, I need to check on the perimeter sensors." "I'll be right back." "Now, you shall be judged!" "Don't judge me because I'm beautiful!" "Huh?" "Ugh!" "Aah!" "See, Daphne?" "He can't judge you now." "No, but I can!" "Not so fast." "First, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends." "That's Auckland." "Huh?" "Whoa!" "And that's Brinkle." "Looks like Hebediah Grim won't be judging anybody now that we know he's really..." "Gary and Ethan." "Ugh!" "How did you know?" "Yeah!" "We were, like, totally sneaky!" "Not so totally, I'm afraid." "The odd indentations in Hebediah Grim's footprints turned out to be soccer cleat marks." "Gary's chat video was prerecorded." "I hacked your laptop and found the original recordings." "Two missing costumes meant there could be two Hebediah Grims." "Like, worst of all, you guys tried to frame Doogle McGuiness by putting a yearbook on his porch" "Ethan's yearbook!" "So judge that, you losers." "Booyah!" "Who wants to judge me now?" "Huh?" "Who?" "You want to judge me?" "You?" "In your face!" "Yeah!" "Velma, you're scaring me." "The real question is, why?" "Why did you guys do it?" " Girls." " Duh." "We wanted to terrify girls and then rescue them so they'd fall for us, just like the knights did in the old west before the dragons went away." "Yeah." "Knights terrorize and save damsels to score dates with them all the time." "Huh." "I never thought about it that way." "But why did you both dress up?" "We don't trust each other." "Tag-teaming was the only option." "And we would have gotten away with it if any of you mystery, stink losers had lives." " Wow." "Like, mayor Nettles!" " Whoa!" "Sheriff Stone?" "That was fast!" "How'd you two know we solved the mystery?" "Like, were you on another stakeout?" "Yes!" "Exactly." "Another stakeout." "Mm-hmm." "So why are you wearing his hat?" "Well, it's a, uh, disguise." "Let's get out of here." "Thanks for all your help, guys." "I mean that." "We couldn't have solved this mystery without you." "No, son." "You could have easily solved this without us." " Brad's right, Fred." " Thank you, Judy." "You're welcome, Brad." "You know, Fred, the real secret of this trap we sprung tonight is no secret at all." "We just wanted to work on it closely with you, our son."