|This needs a stretch.|
Mystery Inc. faces a lawsuit in Rome from one of their culprits who says he was falsely accused.
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- Cowboy Judge Michelangelo Spanga (single appearance)
- Aaron Aaron (single appearance)
- Jeremiah Thresher (single appearance)
- Scoop Borbero (single appearance)
- Johnny Millennium (single appearance)(redeemed)
- Ghost of Giovanni Century (single appearance)(projection)(flashback only)
- Centurion (single appearance)(Scoop Borbero's disguise)
- Randall Reece (single appearance)(TV or computer screen)
- Other reporters (single appearance)(no lines)
- Bailiff (single appearance)(no lines)
- Stenographer (single appearance)(no lines)
- Giovanni Century (single appearance)(picture)(deceased)
- Gelato vendor (single appearance)(no lines)
- Nun (single appearance)
- Girls (single appearance)(no lines)
|Jeremiah Thresher||As a publicity stunt for his client, Johnny Millennium.|
|Johnny Millennium using a projection to create the Ghost of Giovanni Century||Publicity for his magic show.|
|Scoop Borbero as the Centurion||To defend the legacy of her great-great grandfather from Johnny Millennium.|
That’s it? That’s the celebration? Scooby-Doo reaches its one-hundredth issue, and nothing but an ordinary mystery? I’m appalled. There should be trumpets sounding. Instead, readers get a kazoo.
The story by Terrance Griep Jr. is a decent little number, but—SPOILER AHOY—the solution is derivative of the second Scooby-Doo movie. Spoiler Ends.
Still, Italy makes for a nice change of setting. The Gang is in fine fettle, and the Spaghetti-Western Judge is an unusual character. Joe Staton gets in on the joke by making the judge a caricature of Lee Van Cleef.
The use of the very modern magician, brilliantly designed by Joe Staton to reflect the sensuality and dazzle of today’s magic scene, and the kill all lawyers theme offers some novelty to the Gang’s latest disastrous vacation—a piece of continuity that Shaggy notes. Although with another panel in play, this could have been a fairplay mystery that let the readers deduce the solution to the puzzle before Velma did.
The extra pages in Scooby-Doo aren’t used for padding. Rather they inform, but the education is stymied by a miscommunication between the creative team. The Roman numeral lesson identifies 6 as IX. Clearly, the six should have been a nine, but this defeats the purpose of the plan.
This is a subdued celebration of Scooby-Doo’s one-hundredth issue, but the story though flawed isn’t a bad little jaunt through Rome, and thanks to Joe Staton Mystery Inc. has never looked better.