Jeepers, It's the Juicer! Part III

An hour later, Scooby and Shaggy reluctantly snuck up behind the BALCO Beast and tapped it on its mega-linebacker shoulders. "Gulp," Scooby muttered as the beast turned around.

"Rrrroooaaaarrrrrr," the beast well, um, roared. That got Scooby's and Shaggy's feet moving.

The three of them ran all over the stadium. Past the visitor's locker room, where Jose Castillo was practicing sulking. Past an ESPN Zone that had over 100 televisions, all of which were showing Classic Yankees-Red Sox games. Even onto the field where Zach Duke was busy pitching batting practice.

Shaggy began to feel the effects of all his eating, and begged Scooby to lead them into the trap Fred had set. "Roh-kay, Raggy," Scooby obliged.

Soon enough, they had the beast right where they wanted it. Shaggy and Scooby turned around a corner, and Fred lowered the dummy. Confused, the BALCO Beast stopped in his tracks.

Fred had dressed up a dummy to look like Bud Selig. Fortunately, he found a dead rat in a deep fryer that he used as the commissioner's hairpiece. While he was doing this, Velma and Daphne found some construction paper and markers. They created a sign that simply read, "*," and placed it in the dummy's hands.

Upon seeing this, the BALCO Beast lost his cool and darted for what he thought was Bud Selig. At the last second, Fred pulled the lever, lifting the dummy, and sending the hapless monster into a pit they had dug out.

Apparently, the fall knocked some sense into the beast because, in a much more human-like voice, he asked for help.

Moments later, the authorities arrived, and the stage was set. The BALCO Beast was lying at Fred's feet, all tied up. In the distance, the organ player keyed up a tension-building tune.

"And now to see who the BALCO Beast really is," Fred said, drawing everyone in with his added drama. Slowly pulling off the mask, Fred revealed the true criminal.

The crowd gasped. "Like, it's Cal Ripken Jr!" Shaggy exclaimed.

"But, how did you know?" the police officer asked.