"Moonscar Island?" Daphne asked curiously. "Where's that?"

"It's in a bayou not far from here," Lena explained. "A pirate named Morgan Moonscar died on the island. And his spirit still haunts the place."

"Uh-huh," said Fred. "Well, no offense, Lena, but it's probably an old man dressed up in a pirate suit, trying to scare off the local kids."

"The ghost is real," said Lena. "Of course, if you too scared to go..."

"Scared? Me? No, I-I-I don't think so."

"If you want to check it out, you're welcome to come by." Lena offers. "I'll be leaving as soon as I finish shopping."

"Well, uh, we'll think about it." Fred turned over to the others. "Well, what do you think?"

"What do we have to lose?" said Daphne. "It's the best lead we've had all day."

"And that Lena is kinda cute," said Fred, grabbing his box of beignets and watching Lena go from shop to shop.

"Fred..." spoke Daphne.

"I just thought she would look photogenic for our segment." Says Fred, not noticing some frosting from his beignets had gotten on his upper lip.

"Right...wipe your upper lip, Romeo." Says Daphne.

"Jinkies!" Velma exclaimed, catching everyone's attention. "Listen to this! I punched up Moonscar Island into our research database. There have been quite a few mysterious disappearances around that island over the years."

"Sounds promising," said Daphne. "We better find Scooby, Shaggy, Flim Flam and Scrappy before Lena takes off."

"Where'd those guys go?" Fred asked.

"Oh, that's no mystery," said Velma. "Where else? To get a bite to eat!"

Velma is correct. While Flim Flam and Scrappy were enjoying normal-sized sandwiches, Shaggy and Scooby are sitting near Pierre's Poor Boys sandwich shop. The chef prepared the biggest po'boy Shaggy and Scooby has ever seen.

"I've made a lot of po'boy sandwiches in my time." Says the chef. "But this has got to be the biggest of them all."

"Like, we're used to eating big meals." Shaggy says.

"Those two have always had big appetites." Flim Flam says.

"Yeah, Uncle Scooby and Shaggy'll eat anything that isn't nailed down." Scrappy adds jokingly.

When the chef delivered the sandwich, Shaggy and Scooby poured on hot sauce and chili peppers onto and into the sandwich.

"Like, hey buddy, don't hog all the hot sauce." Shaggy says.

"I see you boys like it hot," said the chef.

"Like, mo' hotter, mo' better, eh, Scoob?" asked Shaggy.

"Ro' rotter," said Scooby. "Ro' retter."

The boys cut and take their half of their sandwich, through Scooby vacuums up the rest of Shaggy's fillings and Shaggy ended up eating just the bread.

"Like, well that's a lot less filling than I thought it would be," said Shaggy.

"Re-he-he-he-he!"

Fred then found them.

"Hey, let's go, guys! We found another haunted house to investigate!"

"Oh boy! My Uncle Scooby isn't afraid of a haunted house, are ya, Uncle Scooby?" Scrappy asks.

Of course, that gives Shaggy and Scooby goosebumps.

15 minutes later, everyone went inside the Mystery Machine, awaiting for Lena to take off.

"Good timing, guys." Daphne says. "Lena was just about to leave without us."

"You kidding?" Asks Scrappy. "Me and Uncle Scooby wouldn't miss THIS for ANYTHING."

"Uh…R-Reah…" Scooby gulps.

"So, let's get this show on the road!" Adds Flim Flam.

They exchanged honks to let them know they are ready to go. They drove off 5 miles away from New Orleans and entered onto a dirt road, which leads to a river.

"We're getting closer." Velma says, looking at the map. "Moonscar Island is right in the middle of the next bayou."

"Sounds like a perfect place to get some good, spooky footage." Says Daphne.

"And some good Cajin cooking." Says Shaggy. "For some reason, I'm still starved." He eats some of the stale Scooby Snacks. "Like, even these stale Scooby Snacks are beginning to taste good."

Flim Flam and Scrappy look at each other, then they and Fred dawn disgusted/uneasy expressions.

They are pulling up by the dock, where a ferryman named Jacques prepares his ferry. He sees Lena driving up with company.

"Miss Lena!" greeted Jacques with heavy Cajun accent. "I see you brought you some company, eh?"

"Yes, Jacques," said Lena. "These folks came a long way to see a real haunted house."

"Well, if they want haunted, they come to the right place." Jacques comes near the Mystery Machine. "Peoples go into that bayou...and they don't NEVER come out."

"Uh," spoke Daphne, nervously. "So we understand."

Jacques walks away with a smile.

The ferry horn blows, ready to board.

"Ladies first!" Jacques says as he watches the two vehicles enter the boat and locks up the door. He goes up to the steering room as Shaggy and Scooby hop out of the van.

"Like, do you sell food on this ferry?" Shaggy asked. "We're starved!"

"Yeah, me too." Says Scrappy as he and Flim Flam also hop out.

"Scrappy, we already ate." Says Flim Flam.

"Hey, cut me some slack, Jack." Says Scrappy. "I'm a growing puppy."

Lena Gasps. "I didn't know you had dogs."

"Rogs?" asked Scooby, looking around for other dogs than him and Scrappy. "Where?"

"I think she means us, Uncle Scooby." Scrappy clarifies.

"Are you allergic to dogs?" Daphne asked.

"No," Lena explained. "It's just that...my employer Miss Lenoir...she keeps cats."

"Like, don't worry," said Shaggy. "Scooby's great with cats, right?"

"Huh?" asked Scooby, watching Shaggy nod. He then nods in agreement. "Oh, reah!"

"Yeah! Don't you worry, Lena. It'll take more than a few cats to bother Uncle Scooby!" Says Scrappy.

The ferry starts its river journey to Moonscar Island. On the trip, Scooby, Shaggy, Flim Flam and Scrappy stood outside to watch the view of the bayou. Even the teeniest bit of shadow in the early afternoon gives the gang both excitement and a sense of danger. While inside are Fred, Daphne, Velma and Jacques, Fred videotapes the bayou as they are passing by.

"Gosh," spoke Fred. "I sure hate to get lost in here."

"Well," Jacques chuckled. "Way back in the 1700s, pirates used this bayou to hide from the law. They know only a fool would come a'looking up in here."

"And Morgan Moonscar was one of those pirates?" Velma asked.

Jacques says something in Cajin, then speaks in English. "He was the most famous one, him."

Back outside, Shaggy, Scooby, Flim Flam and Scrappy watch the view. Scooby looks down on the water and a catfish as big as a lion's head pops out of the surface.

"Ruys," said Scooby. "Ratfish."

"Zoinks!" Shaggy exclaimed.

"Wow! That's the biggest catfish I've ever seen!" said Scrappy.

Jaqcues pops out of his window, watching the catfish.

"That's probably Big Mona," Jacques explained. "There ain't nobody never be able to catch her."

Suddenly, Big Mona sprayed water on Scooby. Flim Flam and Shaggy laughed at this hilarious moment.

"Guess that's one catfish who doesn't like dogs, Scooby my man." Says Flim Flam. Scrappy glares at Big Mona.

"Rotten ratfish," Scooby grumbled, still wet.

Big Mona used her tail to splash Scooby once again and then Scrappy.

"Alright, that's it!" Scrappy says. "Prepare to be filleted, Scrappy Doo style!"

Scooby growls and decides to go after the fish along with Scrappy. However, they were at the edge of falling off as Shaggy and Flim Flam both grabbed their collars.

"Whoops!" Says Scrappy.

"We got you, Scoob!" Shaggy shouted.

"Don't worry, Scrap!" Adds Flim Flam.

The four of them splashed into the water, catching the attention to a group of alligators. The alligators swim after the boys, thinking of them as their prey. The boys screamed in horror.

"Oh no!" Screams Daphne.

"Jacques!" Fred shouted. "You got to turn this thing around!"

"I'm trying, son!" shouted Jacques. "But she don't turn on no dime!"

Velma grabbed the safety ring.

"Hang on, guys!" She says as she throws it in the air and it lands in the water. The boys swam after it, but a gator dragged the safety ring into the swampy water. They gulped in fear, looking around for more gators. All seemed quiet, until the gators rose back up and chase the boys.

"Bring it on!" Scrappy says. "I'll make hand bags out of you!" Flim Flam grabs him and follows Shaggy and Scooby. "Hey! What's the big idea?"

A old, wooden fishing boat pulled up and a grungy man who appears to be a fisherman has a fish hook on hand. They think that the fisherman is going to kill them, but turns out, he stopped the gators from preying on the boys. The boys climbed onto the boat and the gators swim away. The boys are wet and shivering in fear, but they are thankful.

"L-l-l-l-like," Shaggy shivered. "T-t-t-t-thanks, m-m-m-m-mister."

"Yeah…" Flim Flam says between panting. "Thanks…"

"Should've let the gators eat ya," the fisherman growled. They looked up at his eyes and one eye appeared to be blind. "I can't stand tourists. Now your splashing chased Big Mona away!"

"Quit your grumbling, Snakebite!" shouted Jacques, pulling up next to the fishing boat.

"You ain't never caught that fish and you ain't never gonna did!"

"Says you!" shouted Snakebite, using his fish hook to splash at the gang.

"Not too friendly, is he?" asked Fred. Velma got water in her glasses and wipes them with her cleaning cloth.

"Hey! You can't do that to my pals!" Scrappy says.

Suddenly, a big, brown pig snorted at Scooby, scaring him.

"What is that?" Shaggy asked.

"This heres my hunting pig, Mojo," Snakebite explained.

"Hunting pig?" Shaggy asked.

"He's a lot better than any hound dog. Can smell a catfish a mile away."

"Oh yeah?" Says Scrappy in a challenging tone. "Well my Uncle Scooby can smell a catfish from THREE miles!"

They watch Mojo sniff towards the end of the boat and oink out that Big Mona is close by. Big Mona pops out and squirts at Mojo, but the water ended up landing on Scooby. Snakebite laughs heartily.

"A lot smarter than any dog, too."

Scrappy puts up his dukes and glares at Snakebite.

"Why don't you put your hunting pig where you're mouth is?" He says, but Flim Flam covers his mouth.

"Why don't YOU shut YOURS?" He hisses at the overeager puppy.

Snakebite uses his fish hook to grab Shaggy by his shirt. "Now, get these trespassing tourists off my boat. I got fishing to do!"

He lifts Shaggy close to Jacques' boat, dropping Shaggy to the floor. Flim Flam, Scrappy and Scooby jump aboard and Snakebite's boat takes off.

"That's ol' Snakebite Scruggs," said Jacques. "He think the bayou is his own private preserve. He don't like anybody being in it, no."

"Like, so we noticed," said Shaggy. "Suspicious character, eh Velma?"

"True," said Velma. "But he did save you from being eaten by alligators."

"Like, oh, yeah," Shaggy chuckled.

"But that still doesn't give him the right to treats us like that! Next time I see him, I'm giving him a punch in the eye, then a kick in the knee, then…then…"

Scrappy rambles for a while. Some time later, Scrappy has calmed down and stopped.