Well, uh, the robots attacked these weird kids, a talking dog and a gangly dude that had this habit of using the word "like" at the start of every sentence. Almost as if he was some middle-aged man's idea of how a teenage hippie talks.
Daphne
Oh, that's Scoob and Shaggy all right.
Fred
So, what happened?
I don’t know. They seemed pretty bummed out. I guess their friends dumped them in a cold-hearted way or something. And then this blue light came down from the sky and beamed them up.
Fred
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Shaggy and Scooby were taken?
Yeah… I have to assume that if they were with their friends, they wouldn’t have been kidnapped.
Daphne
I can't... I can't breathe.
Whoever those friends are must be carrying a ton of guilt on their shoulders right about now.
Velma
Okay, can you skip the emotional punishment and describe the robots, please?
Yeah, sure. They look like what’s in this box. [gets out a box with the broken robot inside.]
Whoa!
Velma
Guys, this thing is increíble. [inside; while examining the robot] It’s fully autonomous and capable of modifying its external appearance. I’d like to shake the hand of whoever created this. [Fred and Daphne stare at her in shock.] And then, you know, throw that hand in prison for trying to kill our friends. Right? Am I right?
Daphne
Ew.. Is that a hair?
Velma
Maybe this can lead us to our culprit.
Fred
What are you doing? You're touching it with bare fingers.
Velma
Grow up, Fred. [as she puts it in a machine] Do you know how many stray hairs the average human eats every day without knowing it?
Fred
If it's more than zero, I don't wanna know. [shudders]
Velma
It's more. Much, much more. [As she puts the hair in the machine, it scans the hair strand until binary code in a receipt comes out.] Huh. Trace amounts of mustache oil, twelve-year-old scotch...
Daphne
Ugh… is the bad guy my dad?
Velma
There are also some microscopic soil particles. Composition is a mix of arsenic, selenium, and… Coppertone SPF 50.
Fred
Anything over 30 is a waste.
Velma
I’ll see if the combination of these elements matches the geographical location. [types in the computer] And… bingo! [She finds the location in a junkyard called Dastardly Demolition.] Dastardly Demolition. County records. Last known owner is… [Dastardly’s pic and info appear] Dick Dastardly.
Fred
What would a creep like that want with Scooby and Shaggy?
Velma
Hmm… let’s see what the police department database has to say. [finds the info] Ooh! Quite a rep sheet. It looks like he’s wanted for the theft of archeological artifacts from a dig in Peru. [She clicks on a video of Dastardly stealing a first skull of Cerberus.]
Tatty bye! [evilly laughs]
Velma
That looks like a giant dog skull.
Daphne
Weird.
Velma
It gets weirder. He also stole the genealogical records of a dozen dogs from the Global Kennel Club. And apparently, he’s been stealing Netflix by using his mother’s account.
Daphne
That is not fair for the rest of us to have to pay for Netflix!
Fred
You have to pay for Netflix?!
Velma
This will not stand. Let’s go get that Dastardly dude.
