Transcription:The New Mystery Incorporated


 * Woman: What happens when four best friends write each other letters about how they really feel? The letters have been delivered.
 * Daphne: "We're best friends and I love you." Aw! "But I have to tell you that you're weak. I mean, I've heard of damsels in distress, but you make Princess Peach look like Ronda Rousey"? What? Okay, who wrote this?
 * Fred: Can't wait for that letter. (Chuckles Heartily)
 * Velma: "For the love of God get some fucking contacts." That's all they wrote?
 * Shaggy: "I think you have a serious addiction problem." Like, oh, boy, Scoob. They're sayin' we gotta stop eatin' Scooby Snacks!
 * Scooby: They rrha'?!
 * Fred: (Chuckles) What do you mean I don't have a letter?
 * TV Director: (off-screen) Um, the show is only about four best friends.
 * Fred: (Chuckles Nervously) You're kidding, right? I didn't make the cut? Did the dog make the cut?
 * Woman: Each friend has one week to improve themselves.
 * Daphne: I can't believe they called me a damsel in distress. Wait a minute... (Chuckles) This is not my yoga class.
 * TV Director: Give us the mic!
 * Fred: Give me my letter!
 * Shaggy: Like, dude, we can do it, old pal. Just one week. With nuh-- with no--