Scooby-Doo! Frankencreepy Page #3

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offers only tasty, rare,

traditional carpathian delicacies.

Carpahoe... uh, what?

(PFFT! EEE! BAA!)

- Eew!

- Yuck!

(EVIL CHUCKLE)

- What's this?

- What's what, Daph?

It's that teen mystery solver gossip site.

I thought there might be something

about my modeling or whatever,

but check this out.

"What blue-spectacled

teen super sleuth

"is hiding a terrible

family secret?

Hint:
She wears orange

knee socks every day."

Velma, that's you.

The truth is out on the Internet.

Well, it looks like my

big secret is exposed.

I never wanted you guys to know.

Did you ever wonder why I'm so obsessed

with debunking the supernatural?

We just always assumed it was

something you fell into.

I was always curious about the

attachment to orange knee socks.

Because you totally pull them off.

Mm.

It's time you knew the truth.

My crusade of reason is the result

of my deep, shameful family secret.

Like many emigre families,

our original name

was Americanized when we disembarked

at Ellis island from the old country.

America! Ve are free! Ha ha!

You can't stop here. Move it along.

Name.

Von Dinkenstein.

Von Dinkenstein?!

Yes, I am the direct

descendent of the infamous

Dr. Von Dinkenstein.

(THUNDER)

Back in the old

country, legend had it

that he was the man who

created a monster.

(NO DIALOGUE AUDIO)

It was this story that

inspired Mary Shelley

to write her famous

novel, "Frankenstein."

I don't believe that my

ancestor ever succeeded

in actually creating the

monster, of course,

but the fame created by Shelley's

story haunted my family.

(THUNDER)

It caused a kind of madness

in some of my relatives

who wished to achieve where

my ancestors had failed,

to reclaim the family

name and its occupation.

(TAPPING KEYPAD)

Guys, did you even hear a

word of what I just said?

Well, yeah. Your great-great-Uncle

baron basil Von Dinkenstein

went crazy trying to

recreate the experiments.

"Baron's monster runs amok.

Loss of income. Blow to tourism."

Oh. That's on the Internet?

Well, never mind.

Yes, this is why I'm obsessed

with solving supernatural phenomena

and exposing them as hoaxes.

And we all thought you just

loved solving a good mystery.

(CHUGGING, RUMBLING)

Like, man, did you feel that?

Feels like the train just sped up

to like a gazillion miles per hour.

(GASPS)

If we hit that turn at this speed,

we'll be thrown from the tracks

and plunged into the abyss below.

I don't know. I wouldn't mind

being plunged in a vat of pudding

or macaroni and cheese.

But not the abyss. Please!

Anything but the abyss.

Uh-oh!

We're not slowing down.

I kind of wish I'd gone easy

on the goat's head in ketchup.

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