Richard: so what brings you you kids here in New Jersey, let's me guess are you about the legend

The gang were confused and baffled at first.

Velma: what legend

But before he could answer they heard a man yelling outside.

Willy: no this won't do

Burt:oh come on Willy I'm sure it was just some prank

Willy: no, no it wasn't, last night was real

They looked outside to see Willy talking to a balde banker.

Burt: but the show

Willy: I don't care, I'm not staying with that werewolf

Velma/Fred: (gasp)

Daphne: werewolf

Willy: and I'm not gonna stay any longer and wait for him to collect another victim, I'm outta here

Burt: Willy wait, Willy

The gang got back to each other.

Daphne: werewolf

They then looked back at Richard

Velma: excuse mr. Richard but what did they mean by werewolf

Richard: well last night Willy an accountant at the bank was walking home when he was attacked by an monster legend called the mechanical werewolf, you see many years ago a man named John wolfhard was a rude mechanic, he was first mechanic that ever worked here before me and one day while he was working, he came across a pack of wolves, he tried to shoo them away but they attacked him on a full moonlight, he was injured really bad, he tries to get help and ran through the junkyard but a pile of scrape metal crushed and he merged into a mechanic werewolf, legend has it that the mechanical werewolf still hunts this auto shop and junkyard this very day

Fred: well gang sounds like we got a mystery on out hands

Richard: huh mystery? You kids are monster hunters

Daphne: mystery solvers actually

Richard: (laughing) while your at it, you can help solve the mystery of who's robbing the goods

Fred: huh

Richard: well the mechanical werewolf isn't the only problem here, last night someone robbed the bank

Velma: jinkies

Daphne: that's terrible

Richard: sure it now I'll won't be able to pay my rent by the end of the festival

Jack: hey Richie

Richard: ugh oh boy, which brings me back to my neck problem

They all turned to see a business man in a black and red suit, a gold watch, aftershave beard and slicked hair.

He turns around to see him smirking at him sinisterly.

Richard: hello jack

Jack: hey how ya been, how's the little sport, Maximus

Richard: it's max

Jack: right right right, max how is the little squirt

Richard: he's a saint and you stay away from him

Jack: you still haven't told him have ya

The gang saw how shameful Richard looked.

Jack: (laughing) you can't keep this up you know

Richard: ugh look I have your money

He walks over to a safe, takes out a loan and throws it at him.

Richard: here take it and out

Jack bends down to pick it up, counts it, the smiles sinisterly at him as he puts the money back in his pocket.

Jack: let's face it Richie, your business is not getting anywhere but if you could sell me the place, perhaps, I don't know, I could double the pay you twice as your salary

He takes out a contract and pen. He looks down at it then smacks the clipboard away.

Thud

Jack: AH

Richard: I told you before jack, this place is. Or for sale

He then grabs his my his shirt and pants and throws him outside.

Jack: ah, ugh

Richard: don't make me tell you again

He gets up anger and glares back at him.

Jack: ohh I'm going to have your junkyard, one way or the other