"It's great to be back in sunny Florida," Daphne exclaimed as the Mystery Machine bumped its way down the road.
"Like, I can't wait to get my hands on some Southern cookin'!" Shaggy exclaimed from the backseat.
"Slurp! Slurp! Ree-hee-hee! Re roo!" Scooby barked.
Fred steered the van down a crowded street. "Not yet, you two. This isn't a vacation. A man named Frank Jenkins called us and asked for our help with a monster problem."
"Frank runs a swamp tour that's being haunted by a hideous swamp monster," Velma explained.
Shaggy's hair spiked in fright as his eyes widened. "Zoinks! Like, why can't we ever just give tours or something?"
