Come on. Where are you?
There she is. The lighthouse!
Oh, no.
The light, it's gone!
Man the lifeboats!
- Abandon ship! - Hurry!
Wow, Lake Michigan sure is big.
That's why it's one of the Great Lakes, Shaggy.
I was gonna say "groovy lake," but "great" works too.
It was nice of your Uncle Karl to invite us to Wisconsin, Freddy.
But is this the right place? The town looks awfully deserted.
So does anyone know what the best part of being in Wisconsin is?
The quaint German architecture?
The Native American culture?
The Green Bay Packers?
The cheese.
So thanks for having us, Uncle Karl.
Oh, yeah, there. It's good to see you too, Freddy.
What are you benching these days?
Two-twenty.
Oh, well, don't feel bad, hey.
Some day you'll bench as much as me.
So it's getting on to bedtime.
You think those two will ever slow down?
- Probably not. - Maybe, I don't know.
Like, turn out the light, Scoob, I'm trying to sleep.
Wasn't me.
Scoob, I said, turn off that light.
Scooby-Doo, what are you—?
Like, hey.
That light's coming from the lighthouse.
Maybe we can get someone over there to shine that thing the other way.
Like, sorry to bother you, Mr. Lighthouse-Keeper, but we—
Hey.
Look, buddy, we don't want any trouble, but—
And that's trouble.
Run, Scoob!
And he had these creepy eyes that were, like...
totally spooky spotlights.
Oh, dear.
I should've told you kids earlier.
Told us what, Uncle Karl?
The legend of the Creepy Keeper.
Many years ago on these very shores of Lake Michigan...
a cargo ship carrying a priceless treasure was headed for port.
The Dauntless.
But that night, we had ourselves one for the record books.
A perfect storm.
That ship there, hey, had one hope if it was going to make land.
The lighthouse.
But the lighthouse keeper was a sly and shifty sort.
That night, in the middle of the terrible storm...
he turned out the light.
He figured if he could sink the Dauntless...
he'd be the only one to know where to dive for its treasure.
But Mother Nature didn't agree with his plan.
He may have sunk the Dauntless...
but he never made it out of that lighthouse to claim his treasure.
A couple of months ago...
the ghost of the keeper showed up to haunt the old lighthouse.
Ships are too scared to dock and without the supplies from the port...
our little town won't survive, don't you know.
Don't worry, we're gonna get to the bottom of this mystery.
Right after Scoob and I get to the bottom of this spreadable-cheddar crock.
Jinkers, I bet that's a clue.
Jinkers?
Hello there. I bet you're trying to solve the mystery of the lighthouse too.
- How do you know that? - You're carrying a hand-held crime-solver.
Only serious sleuths carry those.
Although that is last year's model.
Who are you?
My name is Verona Dimpsey. I'm working on the case too.
And I just spotted a very suspicious van.
Oh, that.
Well, Verona, we already saw that clue earlier.
We did? When did we—?
I suppose you took pictures of the license plate...
and e-mailed them to be analyzed?
Well, I was going to do that...
at some point.
Boy, you look cold.
Here, I think I have something you might like.
Long underwear!
And just my color.
I have a shop in town where I make them.
This material is so exotic. It's yummy.
Thanks. Well, I can't stay around and chat.
Looks like I've got a mystery on my hands.
- What? - A mystery.
It's a crime that needs solving.
I know what "mystery" means.
Like, wow. That Verona sure is smart.
Don't you have some eating or napping or cowering to do?
I know, the lighthouse is this way.
Well, no one down here. Let's take a look upstairs.
Man, I'd hate to meet the spider that spun that web.
Okay, this trap door is pretty small.
We're gonna have to go through it one by one.
Help me up, Freddy.
Oh, no. The Creepy Keeper has Daphne!
Well, so much for "ladies first."
Open up.
There he is! Get him!
Or not.
Shaggy, Scooby, turn off the light.
Hey, like, the Creepy Keeper is gone.
But so is Daphne.
Not so fast, guys.
Daphne's come back to haunt us from the great beyond.
Freddy, give me a hand.
Wow, Verona's long underwear saved me.
Good thing she didn't give her a pair of bikini briefs.
Hey, gang, look.
A gruesome, glowing ghost ship?
Like, how many haunted places does this town have?
Well, there's only one way to find out.
By eating a triple-cheddar double-Swiss Muenster sandwich?
Nope. By renting a boat and heading out on Lake Michigan.
Couldn't we just try my way? Cheese sandwiches for everybody?
Guys.
Who would name their shop Crusty Boat Rentals?
Hey, you kids. I'm Crusty McPete.
And if you got no business here, you'd best be shipping out.
Ah, now I get it. Catchy.
Well, hello there, Mr. McPete. We were hoping to rent a boat.
You'd sail these waters...
even with the ghost of the Dauntless out there?
Come on, Scoob. They're talking creepy and I don't wanna hear it.
Yeah, creepy.
Hey, is that—?
Verona, did you follow us here?
Of course not. If I had followed you, how would I have gotten here first?
Honestly, you should think about these things before you say them out loud.
Hey, Scoob, must be pretty small boat that uses a motor like this.
Yeah. Small.
You know what? I think this might be a clue.
Hmm.
"Hmm"? - Yes, "hmm."
A common expression that indicates one is thinking about something.
I know what it means. I say it all the time.
Oh, hi, Verona. Would you like to look for clues with us?
Oh, no, thanks. I've got this mystery just about wrapped up.
I'm beginning to really not like her.
Let's split up and look for clues.
Well, looking for that creepy high-tech van...
is better than cruising for a bruising on the ghost ship, right, Scoob?
All right, gang, keep your eyes peeled for any sign of that ghost ship.
Freddy, would glowing gunwales and eerie silent engines be a sign?
- They sure would. - Then I think we've found it.
Jeepers! Talk about a skeleton crew.
Oh, no. And it's headed right for us!
Jump!
Well, there goes our security deposit.
Hide.
- He's gone. - And look.
Scuba gear.
I wonder what it's doing on a ghost ship.
Now we're stranded here.
And look at this fog coming in.
If we don't get some help, we're gonna run aground on those rocky cliffs.
Well, I hate to say it, but we've only got one hope.
Hey, like, who do you think they are?
- Aliens? - Aliens?
Scooby, why do you always have to come up with the scariest—?
The aliens are headed this way! Run!
Like, let's hope this is a pizza-delivery guy who makes lakeside stops. Hello?
Shaggy, we need you to get to the lighthouse...
and turn it on, or we're sunk. Literally!
Like, up there?
You can do it, guys!
- Save us! - Help!
Hey, wait for me, Scooby-Doo!
Scoob, old buddy, this is our lucky day.
I don't see that freaky fisherman anywhere.
I had to open my big, fat mouth!
Like, man, Scoob, we're goners!
Mr. Fisherman.
Way to go, Scooby-Doo!
The gang's about to crash and we're stuck on top of this creepy old place.
Oh, no!
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
Hey, Scoob, you just gave me a great idea.
Well, I hate to say it, but it looks like we're done for.
So many shops I never shopped at.
Wait, what was that sound?
Scooby!
It's a foghorn.
More like a "doghorn."
Well, whatever it is, I can use that sound to bring us into port.
Scooby!
Exit, stage right!
Way to go, Scooby!
You saved us!
Hey! Like, I was there too.
Swell, it's Verona.
It's him. He's the culprit. We need to trap him before he gets away.
No problem. All we need are some large feathers, a really strong vacuum and—
- Just use a net. - A net. Yeah.
Sure, if you wanna do it the easy way.
And the culprit is...
Crusty McPete.
Verona, just because he was running away doesn't mean he's behind all this.
No, but this just might.
It's a remote control for those scary skeletons.
Relax, guys. It's just Verona controlling them.
That's what the small motors in Crusty's shop were for.
Very good, Velma. You figured out a clue.
All right, it's true.
I created the ghost ship...
because I discovered the resting place of the Dauntless.
I've been using the old legend to scare people off...
so I could dive for her treasure.
And I would've gotten away with it if it weren't for that meddling kid!
Wow, Verona!
You really thought of everything.
Yeah, everything.
Man, that Verona sure is smart.
- She solved the whole case by herself. - I know.
Not only is she great at solving crimes, but her long underwear is so amazing!
Velma, feel this imported fabric.
Daphne, I don't wanna feel—
- Wait, this mystery isn't over yet. - What?
Crusty McPete may have been behind the ghost ship...
but he didn't confess to being the Creepy Lighthouse Keeper.
Fred, we're gonna need a trap.
Finally!
Okay, the trap is set.
All we need now is some live bait.
- No way! - Nol!
That's okay, guys. You don't have to do this.
Really? Really?
Finally someone listens to us, huh, Scoob?
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, I don't know if I told you...
but I heard the Creepy Keeper say that Scooby Snacks...
were the worst-tasting, foulest-smelling snack he's ever seen.
- What? - He said he wouldn't eat them...
if they were the last snack food on earth.
Scooby, the door!
- Good one, Freddy. - Yeah, thanks.
I've been saving that one.
So do you want me to explain how the trap works?
We'll trust you.
Help!
Here they come!
Help!
Darn trap didn't work.
Now we'll see who the culprit really is.
Verona Dimpsey!
But why?
It came to me when Daphne said that Verona...
used imported material for her long underwear.
The only way to get imported anything in this town is through that port.
She dressed up as the Creepy Keeper so she could turn on the lighthouse...
only when her shipments were due to arrive.
That way her business would thrive while her competition would go under.
Wow, the perfect crime!
Only I didn't count on one thing...
Velma Dinkley.
Hey, I was the one who set the trap.
Not now, Freddy.
But, like, what about the creepy van that was creeping around creeping me out?
Well, Shaggy. I did a little research and found out...
that van belongs to an association of storm chasers...
scientists who were hoping to be here for another perfect storm.
Well, I knew that too. I swear I did.
You guys believe me, right? Right?
Velma Dinkley, still the best meddler in town.
Well, I hope that's the last we've seen of Verona Dimpsey.
You know, she reminded me of someone, but I just can't put my finger on it.
Hey, look, Freddy.
Your uncle is back in business.
And guess who's first in line?
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!