The gang strolled onto the field in time to see Ripley complete an astounding pass. "With Cody injured, benchwarmer Ripley finally gets to play," Daphne said. "Hmmmm…"
"And we can't forget about Shawna," Fred replied. "She said that she wanted Cody out of football before he got hurt. What better way to insure that than hurting him herself? And the fact that she only has one pom pom makes me suspicious. I think its time to set a trap for this sporty spook!" Fred exclaimed.
During the next time-out, Fred, Daphne and Velma made a plan to catch the Football Phantom. "Okay, gang," announced Fred. "Shaggy, you and Scooby will lure the Football Phantom onto the field. We'll be waiting with the field goal net. When the monster rushes onto the field, we'll toss the net onto him and unmask him! It's foolproof!"
"Where have we heard that before?" Velma muttered.
"Like, no way! Negatory! Not gonna happen!" Shaggy shouted. Scooby barked in agreement.
One bribe of Scooby Snacks later, Shaggy and Scooby were prowling the stadium, looking for the Football Phantom. "Like, why do we always accept, Scoob?" Shaggy asked his four-legged pal.
"Rooby racks raste rood?" he replied.
"Yes, they do taste good," Shaggy translated. "But good enough to warrant wandering around a spooky stadium looking for a sports-playing spook?"
"Rope!" Scooby barked.
"Oh well, no sign of him," Shaggy said a little too quickly. "Let's get back to the snack bar." As the duo turned around, they found themselves face-to-skeletal-face with the Football Phantom! "ZOINKS! Like, GANGWAAY!" Shaggy took off running with Scooby and the Football Phantom hot on his tail.
Fred and the girls tightened their grip on the net as the sound of running footsteps grew louder and louder. Shaggy ducked under the net as Fred and the girls gave it a toss. "Oh no!" Velma moaned. "We caught Scooby-Doo!"
"Reddling rids…ree-hee-hee-hee-hee!" Scooby chuckled, untangling himself from the net.
The Football Phantom raced onto the field with a snarl. Fred leaped up to tackle the creature, but it dodged him with ease and raced down to the endzone. Out of nowhere, a football caught the monster in the stomach, sending it tumbling to the ground.
"Pass incomplete to the Football Phantom," the announcer shouted into the microphone.
"Nice shot, Coach!" Velma shouted over the crowd's applause.
Coach Richards grinned. "Thanks. I played football before I became the coach. I'm shocked I still have the wrist for it."
The gang gathered around the dazed zombie. "Now it's time to see who this Football Phantom really is. Coach, would you like to do the honors?" Fred asked.
"Gladly," the coach said with a smile, twisting the helmet off the monster. The crowd gasped as one as the culprit's scowling face was projected onto the jumbo video screen.