Scooby’s nose twitched. He sniffed the air. Beneath the briny stench of monster, he caught it: a familiar, greasy, chemical smell. Motor oil.
While Daphne distracted the Serpent by throwing her designer flip-flops at its head (they bounced off harmlessly, but with style), Velma circled around to the old pier. She noticed a series of submerged tracks leading from the pod to a hidden alcove beneath the boardwalk. And inside that alcove? A rusty lever, a crank, and a marine-grade engine. scooby doo beach movie
Out from the lighthouse stumbled Old Man Jenkins, the crabby beachcomber who owned the run-down Tiki Hut. Scooby’s nose twitched