- Dr. Spike: I would like to see who's been holding me captive all this time. (unmasks the one Fish Freak)
- Daphne: Ernesto?
- Ernesto: Hello, comrade Daphne and her fellow comrade mystery-solving teenagers. (The other 3 Fish Freaks unmask themselves)
- Daphne: But aren't you against all this anti-environment stuff?
- Ernesto: Funny you should ask. It all started when we were doing a little research into our old foe Destroido. We were going through their trash when we ran across some very interesting information: Dr. Cavanaugh's report on this giant oil deposit off Dead Man's Point. We came up with a plan to make enough money to fund our various protests. We were gonna drill for the oil ourselves and sell it.
- Fred: You were doing this for cash?
- Ernesto: You have no idea how expensive it is to be a grassroots activist! After we found the location of the oil platform, all we had to do was scare off anyone who started nosing into our business. And we would have, too, if that meddling mermaid had kept her fin to herself and never contacted you.
- Velma: Hold on. Are you telling us that you were going to cause a major environmental disaster in order to get the cash to protest against major environmental disasters?
- Ernesto: Yes! You must be willing to kill the environment to save it.
- Scooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne and Fred: Uhh... no. I don't think that's right.
- Velma: Hey, you're not a mermaid!
- Dr. Spike: Allow me to introduce my lovely wife Amy Cavanaugh, ordinary human and professional Commercial jingle singer.
- Fred: That explains why your eerily beautiful singing voice made me want to put on deodorant!
- (Velma is disappointed)
- Amy: Velma...
- Velma: You lied to me. You acted like you were my friend, and I believed you.
- Amy: I'm sorry. I came up with the mermaid character out of desperation. I'd gone to the police to report that my husband had been kidnapped by Fish Freaks, but they just laughed at me, then asked for directions to the oil platform so they could add it as a stop to on the Crystal Cove Mystery Tour. I thought that if I could make it sound like one of your mysteries, you'd help me rescue my husband. And you did.
- Velma: How do you even know about us?
- Amy: I read your blog. I'm a fan.
- Velma: Does that mean you're going to stay in touch?
- Amy: If you'd like to me to.
- Velma: Well... whatever. It's your decision. But I wouldn't mind if you did. As far as helping, it's what we do. Our friend Angel also deserves a lot of credit. She knew about Destroido's involvement from some old newspaper articles. That's how we made the connection.
- Amy: Newspaper articles? That's strange. Destroido covered the whole thing up. The papers never even knew about it.
- Velma: Hmm.
- (In K-Ghoul, Angel Dynamite looks at the LP and Velma appears behind)
- Angel: Lordy, Velma! Baby, you just about scared me out of my skin-tight leather foxy pants. What's with all the sneaking around?
- Velma: You tell me.
- Angel: What's that supposed to mean?
- Velma: For the short amount of time that you've been in Crystal Cove, you sure know a lot about this town's mystery history.
- Angel: Well, I'm just curious by nature. Remember the heebedy-jeebedies?
- Velma: Stop. One of my big problems, on a list that's long and distinguished, is that despite my skeptical nature, I trust people. I want to see the best in them. Unfortunately, they usually let me down. Things have been adding up for me, Angel. The help you gave us on this oil platform mystery, the diary you provided for the Mystery Manor case; stuff that you shouldn't know and shouldn't have had, no matter what the heebedy-jeebedy.
- Angel: What are you saying?
- Velma: I'm saying Angel Dynamite isn't your real name. I think your real name is Cassidy Williams, and you're one of the members of the original Mystery Incorporated that vanished in the caves beneath Crystal Cove. Tell me I'm wrong... friend.