Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Then no one would spend the night and they'd control the fortune.

Out of here, l hope.

Scooby! Wake up! Wake up!

l've got it. Feed isn't a word. lt's musical notes!

Velma: LET ME GO! AAH!

Yeah. Quit with those scary tales, will you?

Don't fire until you see the green of his eyes.

. . .a spring-loaded ironing board and a washing machine.

l don't know! But it came from Cousin Simple's room!

The Killer Fish

-Me? -Yes, you, Scoob.