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Oh, sorry.

You’re sorry?

You certainly are.

And I thought my last sidekick was worthless.

At least he had a backbone.

And fur and a wet nose.

But you, whoa-ho-ho, you’ve lowered the bar to new depths of craven ineptitude

I didn’t even think were possible.

That’s not a compliment, you aluminum imbecile!

You’re not a partner, you’re a disgrace, a lemming, a boot-licking.

suck-up.

An example must be made.

I want you to know this is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you.

No, not really.

Let this be a lesson to you all.

If you’re going to be a sniveling suck-face.

You’re going to look the part.

Forget you mechanical morons.

I’ll fetch the key myself.

To find the second skull, I’m searching every possible location with high fossil density.

Brian!

Quit putting filters on your selfies and get in the game.

Whoa, whoa, what do you think I’m doing?

I’m putting my social media feelers out there, Dynobutt.

Found it!

The second skull?

No.

Even better.

The Falcon Fridge.

FYI, you are officially out ofeverything.

Yes!

I love these guys.

I’m busting my tail to save the world for him, and he loves the guys who brought treats.

Prepare your taste buds for a Scoob-Shag specialty.

Whoa, whoa.

You put jalapeño peppers on your ice cream?

Heat and sweet.

It’s our signature dessert.

Heat signature!

That’s it!

You guys are geniuses!

We’re geniuses.

Take that, Simon Cowell.

The supernatural energy in that skull would give off a specific heat signature.

All we gotta do is locate that spot.

Boom!

The skull is in the Gobi Desert.

Incorrect.

I just found out where the skull is, and it’s not in the Gobi Desert.

It’s in Romania.

Like, how do you know?

A hero never reveals his secrets.

I believe you’re thinking of magicians.

I’m always thinking of magicians.

But if you must know, I got a DM from one of my fans who gave me the locayshe.

Brian, those are a lot of words no one your age should be using.

Sir, this could be a trap set by Dastardly.

If it was a trap, why would Anonymous use his own name?

Wait, do you think “Anonymous” is the name of a person?

Well, based on your tone of voice, I don’t any more.

Sir, we really should go to the Gobi Desert.

I hear you.

You make a valid point, but we’re gonna do my thing, okay?

To the Falcon Nest.

Brian, last time you listened to someone on the Internet, you thought Tinder was an app that delivers firewood.

Velma, what do you got?

I built a sequencing program to cross-match the biographical data that Dastardly stole from the canine registry against Scooby-Doo.

Good thing I’m the tank, because I could not do any of that.

Any leads?

All the dogs, and Scooby, seem to be related.

Jeepers.

If I take Dastardly’s work and follow the trail.

Whoa!

Scooby-Doo is the last descendant of Peritas?

Who’s Peritas?

He was Alexander the Great’s dog.

Okay, so, Scooby is related to some ancient dog.

So, what does that mean?

I have no idea.

Guys, this is our most important mystery ever.

Yeah.

This isn’t about some guy in a rubber mask.

It’s about one of us.

Fred, how much longer to Dastardly Demolition?

I know a shortcut.

Hustle, you two!

We haven’t got all day!

Second thoughts?

Honestly, buddy, I’m on my 4th or 5th thoughts.

Oh, man.

This amusement park isn’t very amusing!

According to Anonymous, the second skull should be right here.

Hey!

Did Dastardly get the anonymous tip, too?

You dim-witted do-gooders!

I’ve already retrieved the second skull from the Gobi Desert.

Gobi Desert?

Hmm.

Where have I heard that before?

Oh, right, me.

Okay, Brian, we’ve had our differences, but this is the moment where we stand together and.

Run!

Classic Brian.

Dee Dee, you cover Scooby and Shaggy.

I’ll run interference.

Stop right there, you filthy animal.

And your dog, too.

This way!

Aw.

Weak link, my butt.

Whoa, dude!

What do you want with us?

I don’t care about you.

You’re not remotely important.

It’s the dog I need.

Raggy!

Stay!

Sit!

Heel!

Did nobody train this thing?

Oh, hey.

Look, I know it looks like I’m hiding, but this is actually a superior vantage point!

Whoa!

Scooby-Dooby-Doo?

Where are you?

Come on now.

Don’t be scared.

I love dogs.

I had a dog myself once.

He was an ill-tempered brute with a ghastly underbite, who stunk and caused me endless headaches.

He’s lost now.

Is he chipped?

Forget about him.

It’s all about you.

You, my friend, are special.

You see, within you lies a key.

What.

I don’t have your key.

No pockets.

No.

You are the key.

Join me, Scooby-Doo, and I will show you how to harness your destiny and become the most important dog in the world.

No, thanks, Dastardly.

Oh, please.

My friends call me.

Dick.

Rokay, Rick.

No, I’m not a Rick.

I’m a Dick.

With a D.Rick With a D.

D-D-D-Dick!

R-R-R-Rick.

Dick, Dick, Dick!

Drat.

Brian!

Do something!

Like what?

Like drop some F-bombs.

Hey, man, whoa, let’s keep it PG.

No.

Falcon bombs!

You know, my utility belt has so many little pouches.

They’re right there!

Ah!

12 trillion volts, brother.

You wanna throw it?

Do I ever!

F-bombs away!

Here, boy!

Where are you?

You’re mine, Scooby-Doo!

Sit.

Good boy.

You can start screaming now

Follow that dog.

Brian!

Raggy!

Whoo-hoo!

I hate the loops.

Give me that dog!

Raggy!

Scooby!

Everybody say, “Hashtag foxy Falcon.”

Hashtag foxy Falcon!

Drat!

Not again.

Dastardly will be back.

Please tell me you got some leads.

Dastardly said I was the key.

The key to what?

Ah-ha!

I knew this guy was special!

Why?

Because the bad guy said so?

Exactly!

What did Dastardly say about you?

Well, I believe his exact words were, uh, “I don’t care about you.

You’re not remotely important.

And, “It’s the dog I need.

Harsh.

And then he shot me through the wall.

Really harsh.

But, on the bright side, your friend is super important.

Now let’s get that dog a hero suit!

Huh?

Shouldn’t we be focusing on finding that third skull before Dastardly?

Or why Scooby is so important?

It could be a clue to.

Details.

All right, first things first.

Come on, Scooby-Doo!

Cool.

Uh.

Right behind you, Scoob.

Drat, drat, and double drat!

What is it?

Scooby-Doo’s friends.

How perfect.

Send me their location immediately.

Oh!

Huh?

Like, what’s wrong?

I don’t know.

Oh, looks like that old collar’s in the way of the chest panel.

Huh?

Hmm?

Whoa.

Awesome!

What do you think, Raggy?

Looks great.

Hey.

Hey, man.

You’re feeling left out.

I get it.

Totally natural when two buddies realize that one of them is destined for greatness and the other one is destined for, you know, other stuff.

Look, the point is, I got you something, too.

Keith.

Give it to me.

My Blue Falcon Confidence Pack.

Retails for $99.95.

You got your Blue Falcon Nutrition Guide, Blue Falcon resistance bands, a copy of my dad’s autobiography, No Falcon Around, and my light-hearted follow-up, Just Falcon Around.

Oh, thanks, man.

It means a lot to hear that from you.

How do you mean?

Well, you know, we both struggle with confidence.

When Dastardly attacked, we were both freaking out and hiding.

Hey!

It was a superior vantage point!

But, like, your father was this great hero, right?

So, like, you’re expected to be one, too, and those are big shoes to fill.

I mean, the pressure is monumental.

Not to mention the imposter’s syndrome that comes with the territory.

How do you breathe under the weight of all that?

Uh.

Dyno, what do you got?

The signal’s too weak.

I can’t lock in the exact coordinates.

I’m gonna cross-check the triangulation pattern.

Oh!

Super cool.

Better than bowling, huh?

Hurry, Fred!

Shaggy and Scooby are in trouble and your shortcut to Dastardly Demolition is taking forever.

Technically, this route is 73 meters longer than the highway.

Meters, Velma?

I don’t even know what that means.

What are we, in Europe?

It’s a quantitatively superior measurement system.

Get with the program, Fred.

Oh, you mean like your program?

“I’m Velma.”

“The world is ones and zeros.”

Maybe if you spent more time reading books, then.

Guys!

Stop.

Why are we fighting?

We didn’t eat lunch!

We’re just hangry.

Ever since Shag and Scoob disappeared, there’s been no one to feed us ridiculous sandwiches at lunch.

I miss them.

Oh, me, too.

Those little pickles on top are the best.

No!

The guys, not the sandwiches.

Aw, I miss them, too.