I thought my plan was perfect. I thought no one would know..

I thought the gold was mine, but this isn’t my show.

The Mystery Van will be in my nightmares for years,

There isn’t much to do now but cry out all my tears.

Trading stories with the others of our failures and fears.

But how did they know?

How did I blow it?

Was it the dog that made me sink so low?

Was that what got in the way?

All I know is my hatred grows with every day.

And back to my cell, I will leave you, just a few more things to say.

If you see those kids, that dog, you’re better off going soon.

That shadow you see is your looming.... Scooby-Dooby- Doom!