It was a stormy night on the edge of Skystrike Mesa, Pennsylvania, and two local teens, Emily and Jack were hiking through the forest, armed with cameras and flashlights. They were in search of rare birds to photograph—and if they happened to be legendary? Then that was just a helpful little bonus.

"These birds are gonna be great for our Facenook page," said Emily.

"Not to mention, find the bird-of-all-birds," Jack advised.

"What, you mean the Thunderbird?" asked Emily. "Jack, that's just a myth. You know that!"

"But, all myths have some basis in truth. What if it's actually a species of condor that was seen during a thunderstorm?" Jack insisted.

"How do you even know it's going to be here?" asked Emily.

"There's a storm coming," said Jack. "It's perfect timing!"

Emily shrugged while waiting with Jack. "Check the forecast," she said.

Jack took a look at his phone. "...clear skies," he responded, before hearing a rumble of thunder in the sky.

"This is weird." Emily said before they suddenly saw what looked like lightning.

"Emily, of course it's weird," Jack responded. "A whole lotta thunder and not a single cloud!"

"Usually that could be an echo, but with how loud it is, this definitely qualifies as super weird." Emily pointed out.

Suddenly, there came a piercing screech that filled the air. They looked skyward and saw a huge bird with tendrils of lightning emanating from its person, and flapping of wings that sounded like thunder.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" the couple shrieked in terror. Soaring before their eyes was the Thunderbird!

Naturally, Jack and Emily didn't stand around waiting—they turned tail and beat feet as quickly as they could, kicking up dust all the way! The Thunderbird watched them go, and with a final, electrifying crackle of its wings, it turned and flew away.

Scooby-Doo! Unmasked
in
[THUNDER]BIRD IS THE WORD!

FEATURED VOICES:

Kari Wahlgren as Emily
Zeno Robinson as Jack
Bob Joles as Barbecue Man
Abby Trott as Dr. Roscoe, Clerk
Greg Ellis as Dr. Clayton Smythe
Dee B. Baker as The Thunderbird
JP Karliak as Mr. Granger
Oliver Vacquer as Vulture

TITLE CARD: Scooby running with his paws over his head, while a massive birdlike shadow swoops down upon him. The title and writer credits are displayed in the shadows of the wings.

The next day, the Mystery RV was driving through the dense forests of the Pacific Northwest.

"I'd like to say thank you for this detour, Fred," said Velma. "When I heard that Dr. Roscoe was at an archaeological dig out here, how could I turn down an opportunity to see her in action?"

"Well, any chance to speak with a scientist in action is usually a fun idea to go for," Fred admitted.

"It could also make for a neat photo opportunity," mused Daphne, adjusting her camera.

"I think so," replied Shaggy. "But I just hope they've got either neat tchotchkes or a place to eat. I don't wanna deplete more of our supplies!"

Scooby eagerly licked his chops. "Reah! Ri can rardly rait!" he beamed as the van drove towards Skystrike Mesa.

Then they noticed that things were a little too quiet. "Is it just me, or are things a bit TOO quiet around here?" asked Daphne.

"It's, like, totally not just you!" Shaggy replied while he getting nervous.

"Then it looks like we'd better go investigate," said Fred as he looked for a place to park the van.

"Looks like another mystery." Scrappy pointed out before his stomach growled. "But I think we need to get something to eat too."

"Rou said it, Scrappy!" Scooby agreed as he stuck his nose out the window to sniff around for food.

Luckily, their noses brought them to a barbeque.

"Like, now THIS is the kinda thing a hungry guy could want!" Shaggy laughed as he disembarked from the van and joined his canine cohorts in approaching the barbeque. "Hel-looo? Is anybody here?"

"Over here!" called a man nearby. "Looking for some lunch?"

"You said it, mister," said Fred. "Our friends are, and we wouldn't mind, either."

"Come on in and order what you want," the man responded. "I've got plenty."

"Thanks," Daphne responded as she and the others entered the barbecue restaurant.

As they sat down, Velma looked around, noticing they were the only customers. "...it's practically deserted here," she noticed. "Why is that, anyway?"

"Not sure," The man replied. "I've been busy smoking meat all night."

"Guess we'll have to ask around," said Shaggy. "But we can do that AFTER lunch!"

"You said it, Shag!" Scrappy said as he was carrying a big plate that was loaded with a practical pyramid of food.

Scooby was about to rush to get some, but Shaggy stopped him. "Scoob...we could eat the rest of the food, yeah..." he explained. "...or we could just eat from this pyramid's worth right here! Besides, there's enough to go around!"

But when they looked at Scrappy's plate, he was already done. "A growing puppy needs plenty of food!" Scrappy said as he cleaned his face.

"Guess we're going for the rest," Shaggy shrugged.

"Ri could've told you that," Scooby replied, glancing back at his nephew.

"But, like, one has to wonder—where does he put it all?" asked Shaggy.

"I think your family has a similar high metabolism and Scrappy inherited it," Velma suggested.

"...could be," Scooby shrugged.

A little while after the lunch, the gang went into town to see if they could find someone to ask. Eventually they found some people in the grocery store, while looking for some more mayonnaise.

"Hello?" Fred called. "Is there anybody inside?"

"Not as much, but there's still a few here." A clerk replied. "How can I help?"

"Well, we were wondering if you'd happen to know why there's so few people around here," explained Velma.

"Yeah," agreed Shaggy. "Like, why is that? Did something happen?"

"Last I heard, someone saw the thunderbird flying around and now everyone is bolting," The clerk revealed.

"Thunderbird?" chorused Fred, Velma and Daphne.

"Like, something tells me it's not some old car!" gulped Shaggy.

"Nope!" Scooby agreed.

"The thunderbird is said to be a spirit guardian resembling a huge bird; when it flaps its wings, it supposedly generates the sound of thunder," Velma explained.

"So when did these sightings start?" asked Fred.

"Two days ago," the clerk revealed.

"But what could've brought the thunderbird out of hiding?" inquired Daphne.

"Not sure," The clerk replied. "Need any groceries?"

"Actually, we could use some mayonnaise," Shaggy admitted.

"Here's a gallon for $2.75," the clerk offered as he put the jar on the counter. Fred paid up and put the money on the countertop.

"Maybe Dr. Roscoe knows something about this situation," suggested Velma. "We'd better go and see her."

"Took the words right outta my mouth," Fred replied as Shaggy took the jar of mayonnaise.

And so, after that, they headed out in search of Dr. Roscoe, so they decided to check the local museum.

However while they were there, they found out that she was in the field at a dig site, from her social media.

So, they headed out to find the dig site, at the bottom of a mountain. Heading to the bottom of the mountain, the gang searched the area.

"Dr. Roscoe?" Velma called. "Dr. Roscoe!"

"Over here!" Dr. Roscoe replied while brushing dust off another found artifact.

Quickly, the gang made their way over to her. "Are you okay?" Daphne asked.

"Just fine, kids," Dr. Roscoe assured them. "None of this talk about some mythical bird is going to scare me away from my archeological dig."

"That's the spirit, Doc!" Scrappy beamed. "And if that ol' Thunderbuzzard comes flappin' along, we're gonna pluck its feathers!"

"Plus, I'm getting paid an extremely high amount to document all of this for museums all over the nation," Dr. Roscoe explained. "Granted, I'm not just doing this for money, but a lot of people are counting on me to get the work done."

"Then we'll be glad to help out any way we can," said Velma confidently.

"I need diggers, cleaners, and cataloguers," Dr. Roscoe replied. Fred took a shovel, Daphne got the cleaning gear, and Velma readied a notepad and pencil.

"And I can dig it too!" Scrappy said. "After all, dogs are great at it!"

"Rou betcha!" Scooby agreed.

"Well, that gives almost all of us something to do," said Fred.

"That just leaves Shaggy," responded Daphne.

"I'm gonna, like, check on a few things that I've been putting to the side for a while," Shaggy replied.

The others raised a brow in curiosity as he headed off to the side.

"Well...good luck with that, then," responded Velma.

"He does have stock in the Scooby Snacks industry, so it must be official stuff," Daphne reminded them.

"I guess that makes sense," said Fred. "...alright, gang, let's get to work!"

And with that decided, they all started working at the dig site. Fred, Scooby and Scrappy started digging, and whatever they dug up, Daphne cleaned while Velma catalogued the findings.

Everyone got to help out, and plenty of work was accomplished.

"Everyone, come take a look," said Dr. Roscoe. "I may have found something major."

First, the dogs helped dig it out. Then, once it was unearthed, the gang gathered around to get a look. Pulled from the dirt was a small totem which looked like a tiny totem pole.

"A buried totem pole is an extremely rare find," Dr. Roscoe revealed. "Even if it's one this small."

"No kidding," replied Velma. "I'm honestly surprised there's not more people out here, digging."

"It's all that thunderbird rubbish that's bothering everyone and made them run away," Dr. Roscoe stated.

"And that's just proof they won't be able to hack it as archaeologists," said a smug-sounding voice from nearby.

Dr. Roscoe's face visibly fell. "Great...this guy again," she grumbled.

Strolling over was a mustachioed man in a pith hat.

"Ladies and gentlemen...this is Dr. Clayton Smythe," sighed Dr. Roscoe.

"Heard about him, and nothing I heard was good," Velma informed.

"Hello, Angela," sneered Dr. Smythe. "I take it you've heard about the Thunderbird, then?"

"Obviously," Dr. Roscoe replied, rolling her eyes.

"Then you also know it's growing more hostile with every attack," said Dr. Smythe. "In fact, I heard someone's planning to buy the land and build some kind of luxury resort."

"And that's why I'm not going anywhere." Dr. Roscoe declared as she stood up. "Someone is trying to profit off this situation and then, they'll try to sell all these artifacts to private collectors instead of letting the world enjoy them."

"Sounds like a situation we've dealt with a bit too often," commented Velma. "...at least, in some aspects."

"Definitely," Daphne agreed.

"Well, good luck with that, kids," said Dr. Smythe. "Here's hoping Thunderbird doesn't...leave you shocked~" And with a snicker, he walked off.

Needless to say, Dr. Roscoe was more than pleased to see him go. "There's always one of those kinds in the business." she stated.

"Like, so I see," Shaggy commented. "That guy's a real piece of work."

"There's puttin' it lightly!" Scrappy agreed.

"Anyway, let's take five," Dr. Roscoe advised.

"Sounds like a plan," replied Fred. "And in that time, we can investigate for any traces of this Thunderbird."

"Sure," said Shaggy as he returned, dusting his hands off. "Plus we can get some more chow for an afternoon snack!"

"Roh, yeah!" Scooby nodded. "Ri'm ramished!"

"I did like that barbecue place," Scrappy admitted. "But I think I also saw a bakery on our way over to the site."

"Then we'll go there!" said Shaggy as he picked Scrappy up and put him on his shoulder. "So let's take off!"

"Reah!" Scooby agreed as he followed them.

And so, the trio went off to look for the bakery that had supposedly been spotted. As they did, they noticed that the sky was starting to get a little darker. "Hey...is it just me, or are clouds starting to roll in?" asked Shaggy.

"Maybe they'll pass us by," suggested Scrappy.

"Either that, or maybe we should've brought an umbrella," commented Shaggy.

Suddenly they heard loud thunder getting closer. KRAKA-BOOM!

"Zoinks!" exclaimed Shaggy. "We'd better get inside fast, or risk getting flash-fried by lightning!"

"When you're right, you're right," said Scrappy. "So let's make tracks!"

SCREEEEECH!

At the sudden screeching noise, they all looked up to see the Thunderbird, soaring overhead.

"And I don't think we could've picked a better time to start running!" Shaggy yelped as he, Scooby and Scrappy began to run for their lives, while the Thunderbird spread its wings and rose into the air.

"C'mon, we gotta find some cover!" Shaggy yelped.

"Over there, Shaggy!" Scrappy pointed to a nearby cave.

"Then let's make tracks!" Shaggy declared as he and the dogs scurried over to the cave entrance.

As the Thunderbird kept on flying after them, they slid into the cave, but luckily the Thunderbird couldn't get inside, since the entrance wasn't large enough.

Frustrated, the Thunderbird flew away from them. Once they were sure it was gone, Scooby, Scrappy and Shaggy poked their heads out and looked around.

"Looks like he flew the coop," commented Shaggy. "...and left a feather behind!" he pointed out, picking up one of the bird's discarded feathers.

"Ri smell something." Scooby said as he smelled the feather. "Rray paint!"

"Spray paint? Then either someone decided to tag this bird," responded Shaggy. "...or this oversized canary is one big decoy—like, a fake!"

"Right now I think we should get back to the others." Scrappy suggested. "I think the bird went towards the dig site."

"Alright, Scrap," said Shaggy. "As much as we don't like it—let's vamoose!"

So off they went, back to the dig site.

When they got back they saw that a lot of the tents were blown over, some of the tables were flipped, and the totem pole was missing.

"Whoa..." remarked Shaggy, awed. "Looks like that oversized turkey really did a number on the place!"

"You have no idea," Daphne replied as she emerged from a fallen tent.

"Daph!" Shaggy exclaimed as he and the dogs came over. "Are you guys alright?"

"We ducked down just in time." Velma mentioned as she got out of a hole. "So a bit jostled up, but nobody's going to the hospital."

"But Dr. Silverhawk was taken along with the totem pole." Fred added.

"Oh, man!" Shaggy gasped. "Guess that little wooden carving WAS bad news!"

"Or maybe something or someone else wanted it," Scrappy suggested.

"Either way, it's trouble," responded Fred. "And we have to get to the bottom of it!"

"Raggy! The feather!" Scooby told Shaggy.

"Oh, right!" Shaggy said as he pulled out the feather he'd plucked up from earlier. "Scoob and Scrap said it smelled like spray paint!"

Velma took the feather and examined it. "Hmm...I think they're right."

"So, what's our next course of action?" asked Daphne.

"Looks like we're going rock climbing," Fred declared. "But first, let's see if there's any more evidence lying around here."

"Absolutely." Velma agreed, and they all started looking around for any extra clues. While the gang split up and searched the area, Shaggy, Scooby and Scrappy found large, talon-esque footprints littering the dirt.

"Like, either there's ANOTHER king-size bird of prey flappin' about," commented Shaggy. "Or the Thunderbird's a frequent customer!"

"Gotta be the second," replied Scrappy. "I dunno anyone else who wears a monster's size 30!"

"There's got to be something that could tell us why it keeps coming here." Daphne pointed out.

"Raybe it's rooking for something?" Scooby suggested as he sniffed the footprint.

"Possibly." Velma agreed as she kept looking. "But what, is the question."

While she did, she received a local news alert. As she got her phone out and looked it over, her eyebrows rose. "Gang, you're not going to believe this," she told her friends. "Apparently this thing's been stealing livestock as well."

"It has?" Fred asked as they all gathered around to look.

"It's a recent update, but I think it definitely counts as important news," Velma stated.

"Any information about new developments in the area?" Fred asked.

Velma was about to check her phone again, but before she could, she was interrupted by the rumble of construction equipment nearby. The gang all went to check it out and found a construction crew nearby. They went closer to see who was in charge and find out what was going on.

At the head of the construction crew was a foreman scoping out the area, with another man dressed in a green suit and some glasses.

"Wonder who they are?" Scrappy pondered as he saw the foreman standing with the well-dressed man.

"Only one way to learn," said Fred. "And that's to ask questions."

So the gang headed over to get some more information. Specifically, they went towards the well dressed man.

"Excuse me, but we're curious about what's going on here," Fred explained as they got closer.

"Oh, hey, kiddos," said the man. "We're just scoping out the area, makin' sure it's good for building on. Name's Mark Granger."

"Nice to meet you, but I don't think people will appreciate getting attacked by a rather large bird that's flying around here." Velma explained. "It seems to be territorial."

"That overgrown turkey?" Mr. Granger scoffed. "Ah, he's no big deal! And he is not gonna stand in the way of me and my new resort! Eight years, I've been planning this!"

"Oh, really?" Scrappy asked out of suspicion. "Pret-ty curious that you started construction exactly when the bird showed up."

"Hey, can I help it if I saw a good opportunity?" asked Mr. Granger. "The price happened to drop a week ago, and I saw my chance."

"...I think we have all we need." Fred said after some silence.

"Yeah?" asked Mr. Granger. "...well, alright. See ya around."

The gang left the area to look into a few things—chief among them being Mr. Granger's background and seeing what exactly he was working on.

"Velma, can you pull anything up on this Granger guy?" asked Fred.

"Give me a moment," Velma said as she pulled out her phone and started looking around.

"It can't be coincidence that he just started buildin' as soon as the thunderbird came flappin' in!" Scrappy exclaimed.

"When it comes to land developers and a mystery, not a chance," Daphne pointed out. "Typically it's either the main man, someone that works for him, or someone setting up a get rich quick scam."

"Reah," nodded Scooby.

"I see." Scrappy replied with a thoughtful look.

"Gang, I've found something!" called Velma, as her friends rushed over.

"What'd ya find, V?" Daphne asked.

Velma showed them what she found. "Apparently, Mr. Granger's been in the business for at least a decade and a half," she explained. "He's been wanting to buy this land so he can build a resort for a long time. But the owners always refused to acquiesce to his offers."

"Definitely sounding more and more suspicious, but we can't be sure who is is yet," Scrappy declared.

"You're getting the hang of it," Daphne said with a smile.

"Gang?" Fred declared, as his eyes turned towards a nearby peak. "I think it's time to go mountain climbing."

And so, after getting their rock-climbing gear from the Mystery RV, the gang headed back to the mountain so they could head up.

"So, what exactly are we heading for?" asked Daphne as the climb began.

"A point of the mountain called the Thunderbird's Nest," replied Fred. "Something Velma discovered while she was doing her research!"

It took a while, but eventually after a couple of hours, the top was in sight.

"Well, gang, we're almost there!" called Fred.

"Roh, good..." said Scooby, exhausted. "Ry rogs are barking...!"

Scrappy chuckled. "That's a good one, Uncle Scooby!" he replied, as they arrived at the top. Once all of the gang had arrived, they immediately collapsed in exhaustion, panting and puffing.

While they caught their breath, a buzzard was watching them from a nearby tree branch. And it seemed to be carrying a fork and knife, waiting for one of them to succumb to exhaustion.

Scrappy picked up a rock. "Forget it, feather-face!" he said, palming it up and down. "Meddlin' kids aren't on the menu!"

Incensed, the buzzard snapped his feathers in frustration and flew off. Soon, the gang had caught their breath and were now heading for a nearby cave.

"And you're sure that's where the nest is located?" asked Scrappy.

"100% sure," Velma nodded.

"In that case, flashlights on, everyone," instructed Daphne. "We're going bird-searching."

So, they turned their flashlights on and headed inside. As they did, they kept their eyes forward to see if anything might come forth.

For a little while, they didn't find anything. "Alright, we're fine so far," said Fred as he and the others continued on.

"Like, speak for yourselves...!" Shaggy gulped, as his knees quaked.

"Huh?" asked Fred. "What's up on your end, Shag?"

"Spooky caves always give us the shakes!" Shaggy reminded him.

"Reah! They do!" Scooby nodded in agreement.

"I can actually understand that fear," Velma admitted. "Still, we need to keep going."

"Well...okay," relented Shaggy.

So, they went deeper into the cave until they heard something after a while.

"...okay, what is that?" Daphne inquired, cupping an ear.

"Sounds like someone doin' a bird call," Scrappy replied.

"Then let's see who it is," said Velma as she and the others ventured on. Soon, they found someone locked up in a cage.

"Jinkies! It's Dr. Roscoe!" Velma exclaimed as she approached the cage.

Dr. Roscoe looked up and saw them. "You kids actually made it up here?" she asked.

"Sure we did!" Scrappy responded. "Come heck or high water!"

"We need to get out of here!" Fred insisted as he picked the lock.

"Not without that totem pole," Dr. Roscoe stated.

"So where is it?" asked Shaggy.

"The thunderbird was taken to a higher level," Dr. Roscoe revealed, gesturing to a ladder leading higher.

"Like...up there?" Shaggy queried, nervous.

"I'm afraid so," Dr. Roscoe confirmed.

Shaggy and Scooby looked up, and swallowed heavily.

A little while later, they headed up the ladder. The further they climbed, the closer they got to finding the exit.

Soon enough, they made it up to the top and found the buzzard again.

"Whadda YOU want?" it asked, its voice gruff.

"Don't pull attitude with us, birdbrain," Scrappy retorted. "We ain't looking for you, we're looking for something bigger!"

"Is that right, then?" the buzzard sneered. "Well, I hope it's hungry." And as it flapped its wings, it flew off, snickering to itself.

"You come here again, I'll pluck yer feathers myself!" Scrappy snapped.

"Like, if it ever comes back, I give you permission!" Shaggy replied.

"Re too!" nodded Scooby.

With that settled, the trio headed to the roof. When they arrived, they spotted the totem pole and a bunch of other artifacts.

"So this is where it's been taken!" Shaggy commented before looking around. "And no sign of the big lug!"

"But there IS another totem pole," said Velma as she looked over. "And this one appears to be a larger version of the one we found!"

"Maybe we should check it for a clue?" Daphne suggested.

"Alright, but which of us should go get it?" asked Shaggy.

"Rock, paper, scissors to decide?" Scrappy advised.

"Reah, rokay," nodded Scooby.

So they played a three-person variant of rock-paper-scissors...but on each attempt, they kept getting ties.

"...this is getting ridiculous," remarked Velma. "We'd better decide for them or else we'll be here all day."

"Time for Scooby Snax," Daphne advised. "The great decider."

"OK," said Fred. "Do we still have any boxes on us?"

Fortunately, Daphne pulled one out of her bag.

"Great!" replied Fred. "OK, guys...wouldja do it for 2 Scooby Snacks each?"

"Like, it has been a while." Shaggy mentioned to Scooby.

"Reah," nodded Scooby. "Rell...rokay."

"Great!" Daphne said as she gave them their Scooby Snax.

So Shaggy, Scooby, and Scrappy each got two Scooby Snax each. "ROOBY-ROO!" they exclaimed together.

Then they went after the totem pole together. A moment later they came back with it.

"Like, one jumbo totem pole!" Shaggy called.

"With everything on it!" Scrappy added.

"Ready to go!" Scooby declared.

"Nice hustle, guys!" Fred commented, before a clap of thunder rang out.

RRRRUM-BOOOM!

"Sounds like the ol' goonie bird is back!" commented Shaggy.

"Then let's go!" Velma advised.

"Into the cave!" Daphne called, and the gang, along with Dr. Roscoe, headed for the cave to avoid the beastly bird, and managed to get inside right before it could catch them.

"Alright..." said Velma, turning towards Fred. "Any ideas?"

"I have a rubber net, to hold anything we go up against that could use electricity, and this cave is a perfect place to set it up as a trap," Fred pointed out.

"Great, so we're gonna be the bait?" asked Shaggy.

"Technically the totem pole is the bait, but you three are the fastest runners," Velma corrected. "Once you get the thunderbird inside the cave then it won't be able to harm you."

"Easier said than done...but it could be fun!" Scrappy exclaimed.

"Like, fun is relative, man," Shaggy responded. "But let's go for it anyway."

They all agreed and got everything into place.

A little while after things were set up, the thunderbird made its way into the cave, looking around for its target.

Shaggy, Scooby, and Scrappy set up the totem pole so they could start running once the thunderbird got closer.

"Like, are we ready?" asked Shaggy.

"Yup!" Scrappy assured him.

"Reah." Scooby agreed.

"Then let's am-scray before Tweety here gets hungry!" Shaggy whispered.

The two canines nodded before they bolted, with the thunderbird chasing after them. It had a difficult time on its legs, but it continued the chase anyway. Scooby, Shaggy, and Scrappy darted into a cavern and dodged past the Thunderbird, avoiding its snapping beak.

"Hey, feather-face!" called Scrappy, waving the smaller totem pole. "You want this? Come get it!"

Upon seeing it, the thunderbird picked up the pace and ran after them, with a tremendous screech.

As Shaggy, Scooby and Scrappy continued running, they were now leading their pursuer towards the trap which had been set for it. The rest of the gang heard them heading their way and prepared to spring the trap.

"INCOMIIIIIING!" cried Shaggy as he and the dogs got up against the sides of the cave as the Thunderbird came storming in.

"Now!" Fred shouted as the thunderbird got into position and they dropped the net.

As the net came down, the Thunderbird struggled and squawked angrily, thrashing wildly in an attempt to pull himself free. However the net was too strong and it was resistant to the electricity that it was putting out—of course, it didn't help matters that the electricity melted the rubber, causing it to seize up. Eventually it collapsed and powered down as it was now out of power.

"Looks like Big Bird ran outta batteries!" Scrappy remarked.

"Now, let's see who's REALLY behind these feathers!" Fred declared.

As they approached the Thunderbird, they got the netting off and revealed the bird to be a giant, mechanical wireframe. Once that was done, they opened the hatch, disguised as the head of the thunderbird.

Prying the door open, they found someone in the cockpit of the bird.

"MR. GRANGER?!" the gang exclaimed.

Sitting there was the man they'd met earlier—only now, his green suit didn't look so neat. It looked rather sweaty and wrinkled.

"You bothersome brats ruined everything!" he fumed, as he crossed his arms.

"Of course! He was trying to cause trouble so a resort could be built here," Velma pointed out. "However, he couldn't get Dr. Roscoe to leave, so he had to resort to more extreme measures, like stealing the totem pole."

"As well as capturing her!" Fred added.

"That was an accident, because of how she wouldn't let it go, but I went with it anyway," Mr. Granger pointed out. "And that tiny little totem pole that was found was a dead ringer for the larger one I'd found!"

"Well, whatever you had planned is good as toast now!" Scrappy declared. "This bird is grounded!"

"And just in time for dinner," Daphne declared.

"In that case...anyone for barbecue?" Dr. Roscoe asked. "I'm buying."

"Like, now that sounds like a great idea!" Shaggy beamed.

Scooby eagerly licked his chops. "Ritto on that!" he chimed in.

"And me makes 3!" Scrappy added.

After turning Mr. Granger over to the authorities, they headed to the barbecue place from earlier and he had a fresh batch waiting.

"I owe you kids a lot," said the barbecue man. "If it wasn't for you, we would've been cleared out!"

"It's what we do, sir," Fred replied as he and the others enjoyed another round of barbecue, which was even better than before.

"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" Scooby exclaimed as he licked off some sauce from his mouth.

"And Scrappy-Doo too!" Scrappy added as he was enjoying his food, but he couldn't shake this feeling about being useless. He saw how well the group had been doing and always wondered if he could really contribute anything at all. Then he decided to just wait and see what happens as time with them goes on.

So he continued eating...but with a bit less vigor than he had been. Next time an opportunity came up to help...he'd take it.

In the meantime, another mystery was solved and a barbecue was being enjoyed by Mystery Inc., with Scooby-Doo, plus Scrappy too.

CASE CLOSED...for now.

After a while away, we're glad to be back! We'll try to put out these new episodes whenever we can, you know? We're writing them in bunches so that way we can put them out as soon as possible!

But yeah...Scrappy's a little unsure of his place on the team, because I know some people are gonna have issues about him being a part of the gang. We're definitely going to explore that feeling as we continue on, so keep your eyes peeled, got it?

And stay tuned for our all-new special:

SCOOBY-DOO!
and the Haunting of Blackstone Manor

The gang goes to investigate Blackstone Manor of Thunderbolt Valley, a spooky old house with a past involving a father, a daughter, and a groom-to-be who never made it to the altar...not to mention, a family reunion that isn't all it's cracked up to be.

So, you know what to do:
read, review, and...if you could, drop mystery suggestions. If you're lucky, we might select your idea/s and namedrop you when we post them!