“Distraction. Right. Like, I’ll distract him with my sandwich.”
“Scooby, Shaggy—distraction maneuver. Daphne, Velma, with me. We’re going for the trap switch.”
“Old Man Jenkins? The retired sound engineer?”
The gang back in the Mystery Machine. Scooby and Shaggy share a victory sandwich. The radio plays a normal pop song. Velma is already researching their next case: a haunted water slide. -Que hay de nuevo Scooby-Doo
“There! The antenna wire is connected to that old mixing board. Pull the red cord!”
“So you built a phantom frequency to terrorize the town?”
“Hasn’t failed yet.”
“Rhat’s your solution for everything.”
A disco beat drops. A spinning mirror ball lowers from the shadows. Out steps a figure in a metallic jumpsuit and a vintage radio for a helmet.
“Rhat’s the show’s title, raggy.” “Distraction
(Pushing up her glasses) “According to the local reports, every night at exactly 9:04 PM, a phantom signal hijacks every radio station in town. It plays the same twelve seconds of a 1970s disco track… then laughs.”
“The radio helmet has a visible antenna and a loose wire. If we can trip the frequency modulator…”
“Okay, that’s actually a bold accessory choice.” Daphne, Velma, with me