Scooby-Doo! And Kiss: Rock and Roll Mystery Page #3

Yeah. They wanted the best,

they got the best.

But, like, you're a rock band.

Every band needs a hobby.

The Ascot Five would welcome our help.

Well, I guess we're no

Ascot Five, so scram.

Yeah? Well, amusement-park mysteries

happen to be our specialty.

We solved the "Foul Play in Funland" case,

stopped the Roller Ghoster in his tracks...

...and captured the monster

of Our Lady of Mercy's parking lot.

I guess that was more of a street fair.

That's cute,

but we solve mysteries on a cosmic level.

What does that mean?

It means we don't need your help.

Now, hold on, guys.

Let's not be hasty.

- What?

- Really?

Not again.

You know how the eye sees everything.

Well, I just caught a

glimpse of the future.

Yeah, and I bet the future is a redhead.

Ha-ha. You bet. I mean, in a way.

Don't ask me how or why...

...but I think we're going to need

these kids to catch that witch.

You're kidding. They're just humans.

Not even all of them.

I know, but the eye never lies.

- I guess they're okay.

- If you think so, Starchild.

I do not like this.

On second thought,

we've decided you can help.

That's great.

I guess the first question is:

Who is this witch everyone's talking about?

Give me rock!

Obviously you've done this before.

Get out of my locker!

But it's so cozy.

Give me rock!

It's like she's searching for something.

And I'm going to guess

that something is a rock.

Do you think you could show us

around the park?

I'd like to see the places

where the witch has been.

No problem. Right, fellas?

Count me out.

The Demon needs to feed the beast.

Did he say, "beast"?

He means his stomach.

Heh-heh.

Then my beast is growling too.

How about yours, bud?

Heh. My beast is starving.

Like, catch you later.

It's beast-feeding time.

I'm ready for that tour now. Heh-heh.

If by "tour,"

you mean "begin the investigation."

Let's hit it, fellow mystery solvers.

I guess I'll see you out there.

Guys, these special effects cost money.

Just think, Scooby-Doo,

a million fast-food stands just for us.

It's like carbohydrate heaven.

The Demon.

Nice and toasty.

Like, wow, I wonder how he does that.

Man, if we could breathe fire,

we could pop our own popcorn.

Yeah.

Come on, we gotta get past him.

Dude, you sure you know

where you're going?

Yeah. Cheeseburgers straight ahead.

Yoinks!

Like, sorry, Mr. Demon.

Scooby didn't mean it.

He was afraid of your dragon boot.

I don't suppose you could wear

an open-toed demon sandal?

That was close.

Could've been worse.

We could've been on the menu. Heh-heh.

Come on, Scooby-Doo.

If we can't eat, at least we can go

on some rides, ha-ha-ha, right?

Right.

I have to say, this is some amusement park.

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