Scooby-Doo! Frankencreepy Page #2

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that makes you royalty.

You can inherit a tiara.

Why wouldn't you want

your inheritance?

You don't believe in

the curse, do you?

Of course I don't

believe in the curse.

You should know me

better than that.

Just leave it alone, Fred.

(BEEPING)

Jeepers, Fred, what...

I know every sound the

mystery machine makes

and that is not one of them!

Everybody, down!

(EVIL LAUGH)

And if it wasn't for

you, I would be king!

Clearly it was all just

an elaborate hoax.

None of it seems to add up.

If it wasn't for you

snooping around,

I would have gotten away with it.

Another mystery solved.

We don't need you kids interfering!

Meddling around where

you're not supposed to.

It was really just a disguise

to throw us off the...

Fred, behind you!

Scooby-dooby-doo!

You'll have all the time you

need to think about that,

at the state prison.

I have a hunch that this whole

mystery is about to be solved.

I guess you'll be going

away for a very long time.

That explains why those spooky

freaks were able to fly.

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

That guy's the worst parking

lot attendant in history.

That's no valet, Shaggy.

That's the ghost of the baron,

Velma's old ancestor and the source

of the curse I mentioned earlier.

Perhaps I should have been more

forthcoming about the details.

Gee, ya think?

"Stay away from...

Transylvania"?

Don't worry. We wouldn't be

caught dead in that town.

(WHIMPERING, TEETH CHATTERING)

Sorry, Shaggy, but that is

exactly where we're going.

Jeepers, Freddie, I don't know.

We've faced a lot of

ghoulish creeps before,

but this one just blew

up the mystery machine.

And that's why we have to go, Daph?

Together we've brought down more

than our share of villains,

with nothing more than

pluck, Jerry-rigged traps,

and a box of Scooby snacks.

And for no better reason

than a love of justice

and my van and a knack for meddling

and a love for my van.

Did you just say van?

No, no, I didn't say van.

But now, we find the forces of evil

have come to us.

Why? We don't know why.

Who? We can't say.

But there is one thing

we can say for certain.

What?

They killed my van.

(SOBBING)

This time...

This time it's personal.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

But, like, without

the mystery machine,

how would we even get there?

(WHISTLE BLOWS, BELL RINGS)

The Transylvania express?

Who'd a-thunk there'd

be a night train

to a town they never heard of?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

I love this train.

Like, why?

Two words... snack bar.

Hoo hoo hoo! Yeah, at least

they do have a snack bar.

And I don't mind if I do.

Garcon, we'll take as

many hamburger platters

that will fit on these trays, and

don't be afraid of stacking.

Sir, ze transylvanian express

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