"Stanley Testarossa?" Jason gasped in shock.
"Of course! Just as we thought!" announce Velma.
Shaggy looked puzzled. "Like, we did?"
Velma rolled her eyes behind her thick spectacles. "It was child's play to realize that Stanley was the ghost driver, thanks to this clue!" She hefted up the toolbox labeled with S.T.
"But, I thought that was for Sparky Tacoma?" Fred asked.
"I thought so, too," admitted Velma. "But I figured it was Stanley when I saw the ghost driver in action. Only a professional driver could have pulled off the moves the ghost performed."
"That makes sense…" Jason mused. "The last question is why?"
"No doubt he was trying to scare everyone out of the race so he'd win," finished Velma.
Stanley scowled angrily. "Yeah, and I could've done it, too, if it hadn't been for you meddling kids…and your dumb dog!"
"You could have gotten someone killed!"
"But no one got hurt," Stanley defended lamely as a police car screamed onto the scene. A tall officer with tousled brown hair exited the vehicle. A badge on the front of his blue uniform identified him as Officer Lawson.
"All right," Lawson snarled, jogging up to the scene. "I got a report of a citizen's arrest and…" he trailed off, noticing Mystery Incorporated for the first time. "Aw, criminey, you kids again?"
Mystery Incorporated exchanged puzzled glances. "Again, officer?" Fred echoed, confused.
"Yeah, again," Officer Lawson snarled, lifting the costumed Stanley to his feet and fastening handcuffs on his wrists. "Your constant meddling makes us look incompetent." He took Stanley by the arm and led him to the waiting police car. "I'll let it slide for today, but you kids better stay out of my way."
He loaded his prisoner into the backseat of the car, performed the childish 'I'm watching you' sign to the gang before leaping into the car and driving off.
"Jinkies," Velma breathed.