Thirty minutes and four Scooby Snacks later, Scooby and Shaggy reluctantly dived down into the murky depths in search of their mysterious phantom. "Like, maybe we're luck, Scoob," Shaggy crackled on the two-way radio in their helmets. "Maybe this is a no-haunting zone."
"Ree-hee-hee-hee-hee!" Scooby chuckled. "Rho haunting. Rhunny Rhaggy."
Suddenly, a high-pitched screech sounded from behind them. Dread mounting, the dog-and-detective duo turned to see the ghost of Claire swimming towards them! She glowed like a sinister nightlight in the near darkness as she darted towards the two.
"Like, I guess she didn't think it was that funny! C'mon, Scoob!"
"Rhy'me rwimming! Rhy'me rwimming!" Scooby gasped, pedaling his flippered paws desperately.
The ghost, undaunted, chased after them with an unearthly howl. "Bring me my baby!" she hissed darkly.
"Up, Scoob! Up to the surface!" Shaggy panted, quickly beginning his ascent despite the risks. Scooby followed suit, rising up towards the beach. Claire still followed them, her claw-like hands reaching desperately for them.
On the beach, Fred helped Shaggy and Scooby out of the water as they clambered onto the sand. "She's coming!" he called to Velma and Daphne. "Throw the switch!"
At those words, Velma and Daphne pulled a lever and a large net swooped down into the water and scooped up the floundering Claire. As she struggled to free herself, the net deposited her safely onto the beach.
"We caught her!" Fred cheered, smearing a glob of peanut butter onto a slice of pineapple and eating it (causing bottomless pits Scooby and Shaggy to react with disgust).
"But who is it?" Daphne asked.
"It's very simple," Velma replied smugly. "The ghost of Claire Bennett is none other than…"