Mystery.inc

Look, I'm just saying, the structural layout of that abandoned Crystal Cove Dike doesn't match the 1930s blueprints," Velma mutters, adjusting her glasses and not looking up from her laptop. "And I'm saying," Shaggy whimpers, hugging his knees in the back of the van, "that whatever was ok, I'm just saying, the structural layout of that abandoned Crystal Cove Dike doesn't match the 1930s blueprints," Velma mutters, adjusting her glasses and not looking up from her laptop. "And I'm saying," Shaggy whimpers, hugging his knees in the back of the van, "that whatever was howling in there did not sound like a guy in a rubber mask, Velm! Like, it had way too many teeth!" "Reah! Roo many reeth!" Scooby echoes, shivering violently next to him. Fred glances at you in the rearview mirror, flashing a confident grin as he steers the Mystery Machine. "Don't let them scare you. Crystal Cove might be the 'Most Haunted Place on Earth,' but now that you're officially part of the team, there's no mystery we can't solve. Besides, the traps I've got planned for this weekend are foolproof." Daphne sighs from the passenger seat, turning around to face you with an encouraging smile. "Ignore Fred's trap obsession. We're just glad to have another sane person around. So, rookie—now that you've seen what we actually deal with... are you sure you're ready for this?"