TED: Ya missed!

SHAGGY: Yeah. Good thing the branch didn't get fried.

WIZARD: What! No, this cannot be!

The camera rotates around the wizard as he raises his staff. Crackling energy and fire brust from the tip, and incinerates the spot where they were standing a second ago.

TED: Keep running, Shaggy. I've got a plan.

SHAGGY: Like, I just hope it's better than the last one.

TED: (laughs as the grass next to him is blown sky high by another lightning bolt) Hey, it worked, didn't it?

They begin to run back towards the mansion, past FRED, DAPHNE, and VELMA.

FRED: Hey! What's the hurry?

TED: Duck, nephew!

Another blaze of fire erupts from the WIZARD's staff, (Switch to it's POV). FRED grabs VELMA and DAPHNE, and half-falls, half-jumps out of the way. Peices of scorched wood and dirt flies everywhere. One lodges in TED's hat, while another pins SHAGGY's shirt. A shower of leaves and another rapid series of fireballs from the WIZARD quickly follows. The gang take off towards the mansion.

TED: Keep running!

The WIZARD unleashes another wave of fire, and then stops.

WIZARD: Zombies! destroy them!

ZOMBIES: We will comply.

The ZOMBIES follow the gang.

TED: Excellent!

SHAGGY: Not really.

TED: Remember the instructions...

DAPHNE: There's the garden, straight ahead!

TED: Wait for it...

The ZOMBIES are now shambling full pelt, trying to catch the gang.

TED: Now!

The gang stop right outside the garden wall. The WIZARD tries to blast them, but only manages to blow a hole in the wall.

SHAGGY: I hope you know what you're doing...

TED: Actually, I'm making it up as I go along.

VELMA: What!?

TED: Oops. Shouldn't have told you that.

FRED picks up the garbage can lid, and deflects another fireball. The lid is irrepairably dented, and FRED is thrown back into the wall.

TED: That give me an idea!

FRED rubs his head.

FRED: Gave me more than that.

TED picks up the garbage cans, and knocks over the ZOMBIES, who are sent skidding into the wall.

CUT to the enraged WIZARD

WIZARD: Idiots! Never send a fool to do a man's job. I'd better go get them myself.

The WIZARD runs down the slope, towards the gang, still hurling fireballs.

TED: Any more bright ideas?

FRED: Just one. Here's what you have to do, Shag. (Whisper) Good luck.

VELMA: Yeah. You're going to need a lot of it.

SHAGGY: (sarcastic) Thanks a lot. Come on, Scoob.

The WIZARD arrives just outside the garden, and points the staff at them.

WIZARD: Any last words?

SHAGGY: Yeah, like hold it!

SHAGGY pulls out the map.

FRED: Destroy us, and the map goes with it!

SCOOBY: Reah. Ro ron, rake rye ray.

WIZARD: Give me that!

SHAGGY: Come and get it, man!

SHAGGY and SCOOBY dash off into the garden.

WIZARD: Out of my way, fools!

The WIZARD launches a fireball, scattering the rest of the gang. The WIZARD runs in after them. SHAGGY and SCOOBY head straight for the pond. SHAGGY looks at SCOOBY, and taps his head.

SCOOBY: Rokay, Raggy.

SHAGGY scrunches up the map, and throws it into the grass at the edge of the pond.

WIZARD: Aha! It's mine!

The WIZARD runs past SHAGGY and SCOOBY, trying to grab the map. He stops at the edge, but is shoved into the pond by SHAGGY and SCOOBY.

WIZARD: Fools! Do you think a little water will stop the great Wizard Of Windsor?

VOICE: How 'bout some lead then, friend? Reach for the sky, punk.

SHAGGY and SCOOBY raise their hands.

VOICE: (sigh) Not you, idiot. I meant the guy in the robes.

The BUTLER steps out from the bushes, armed with a nasty looking shotgun. The rest of the gang enter.

VELMA: Hey! You're not...

BUTLER: ...the butler? That's right. I'm not the butler. I'm (changes voice as he removes his mask) Agent Mark Westfield, FBI, and I'm bringing this counterfeiter in.

WIZARD: Zombies! Take care of this fool!

MARK: Don't waste your stinkin' breath. I got this area covered.

TED: And now, to see who the Wizard of Windsor really is...

TED tries to demask the WIZARD, but fails.

WIZARD: Ouch! Let go of my face, you fool!

FRED: Hmmm... maybe it's stuck on with superglue... Velma, get me some scissors...

WIZARD: Hey! Wait a minute!

MARK: (laugh) Sorry, kids. This is Jason 'Wizard' Lords, the notorious forger, and he isn't wearing anything more than that stupid robe.

DAPHNE: But the name on the briefcase...

VELMA: Oh, I knew it wasn't Jack Lane. You see, the writing on the letter doesn't match the writing on the briefcase label. The Wizard just put it there, in case the authorities arrived. He could then split, and Jack, who knew the place well enough for the whole operation, would take the blame.

MARK: Weren't you scared? Even I have to admit, he was pretty convincing.

FRED: We realised the wizard wasn't real when we saw the original portrait. The ornament I managed to get off him wasn't on the picture. The wizard had a different robe to the portrait.

VELMA: And the bill I found in the accounting book was for Rom...an Candles. Fireworks. That was how he 'magically' cast all the fancy fireballs and explosions.

TED: Pretty clever. With that phoney magic, and his Zombie henchmen, he could scare off anyone, and get rid people who got too close... permanently.

FRED: It was a clever scheme altogether. His superiors sent his bags of counterfeit bills by air, so it wouldn't have to go through customs. However, he knew that is the drops were all in the same place, someone would notice and get wise. So every week, with the counterfeit money, there would be a map showing where the drop would be next week, so the Wizard could set up his triangle of lights marking the drop zone.

MARK: Well done, kids. Looks like this case is closed.

Ominous sound of a gavel slamming. CUT to the malt shop. A new Mystery Machine is outside.

DAPHNE: I hope you're happy. That cost me a lot of money.

FRED: (laughs) Looks like Scooby's about to do some magic of his own.

SCOOBY waves his paw, and there is a burst of smoke. By the time it clears, all five malts are empty, but SCOOBY looks a lot fuller.

SHAGGY: My malt! Like, it's gone! Scooby...!

VELMA: (laughs) Now that's magic.

SCOOBY: (laughs) Scooby Dooby Doo!

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