LARRY LEADS THE GANG OUT THE BACK DOOR OF THE LIGHTHOUSE AND DOWN TOWARDS THE DOCK. THE SUN IS SHINING BUT THERE ARE STILL A FEW RAIN DROPS FALLING. LARRY LEADS THEM DOWN A PATH TO THE SHORE AND OUT ONTO A DOCK. A BEAUTIFUL BOAT IS FLOATING IDLY NEXT TO IT.

Larry: Well, there she is, The Phantom Lady.

Shaggy: Ph-ph-ph-phantom? HE JUMPS INTO SCOOBY'S ARMS.

Scooby: Roh, no!

Larry: Don't let the name scare ya, lads. Although she did used to belong to a pirate long ago, there's nothing scary about her now.

Daphne: She's beautiful.

Velma: A pirate? Sounds interesting.

Larry: Yep, about two hundred years ago a man by the name of Peter McClooney used to own that thar boat. Every year he'd go on a huge gallivant up and down the coast pillaging and plundering. T'weren't long before the name o' Peter McClooney was known all over the Atlantic coast.

Freddy: How did you get his boat?

Larry: Well, I have a friend who is his great-great-great grandson. They kept the boat in their family and my friend didna have any children so he gave it to me.

Velma: That's neat.

Daphne: So can we go on her?

Larry: Why sure. Come aboard and meet my crew.

Shaggy: None of them are descendants of pirates are they?

Larry: As a matter of fact they are.

Scooby: Rikes!

Shaggy: Gulp!

Freddy: Come on, guys. It's just a paddle boat.

Velma: And all the pirates are long gone.

Shaggy: But, like, you always say that, man. And then we always meet pirates.

Scooby: Reah, prirates!

Daphne: Come on, fellas, it'll be fun.

ALL WALK UP THE GANG PLANK AFTER LARRY, SHAGGY AND SCOOBY TREMBLING WITH EVERY STEP.