Scooby-Doo! And WWE: Curse of the Speed Demon Page #2

-(WOMAN SCREAMING)

-MICHAEL:
Oh, my!

-Did you see that?

-Ladies and gentlemen,

there's been an explosion

on the track.

And out of nowhere,

a new car has appeared.

The new car

is chasing the Legendmobile!

What the devil?

The devil it is.

This just got

a lot more interesting.

Our sky drone cameras

are picking up

the driver, Michael.

-(ROARING)

-(CROWD GASPING)

-That's no Superstar.

-Then who is it?

Like, not anyone I wanna know.

(WHIMPERING) Me, neither.

MICHAEL:
Security's

been called.

This monstrous vehicle

must be stopped before it...

No! It just rammed

into the Legendmobile!

Stranger, you just dug

your own grave.

Yes! The Undertaker

is fighting back!

This demonic driver

picked a fight

with the wrong...

Wait a minute!

Is that a...

A scorpion tail?

My goodness!

The demonic racer

has wrecked the Legendmobile.

Team Legend

may be seriously hurt!

(STAMMERING) I'm seeing

some movement inside

the twisted wreckage.

Yes! Team Legend is okay!

The curse of Inferno

is upon you!

End this race or suffer!

Doesn't seem

neighborly at all.

MICHAEL:
Looks like

Dusty is gonna teach

this monster a lesson.

(GRUNTING)

We gonna get funky

like a monkey.

MICHAEL:
Vintage Dusty Rhodes!

(GROWLING)

-The American Dream

is off his feet!

-(ALL GASP)

-(GROWLS)

-(GRUNTS)

Oh, no!

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

-Oh!

-Dusty!

Run, creature.

But you can't hide.

In the end, no man or beast

escapes the Undertaker.

Eh, I just threw out

my back, man.

Don't worry about it.

I know, Dusty,

but the doc says

you need to take it

easy for a while.

I still ain't letting go

of my dream.

Buy them grandkids that ranch.

So they can learn

them three R's...

Riding, roping and ranching.

You'll get better, Pop.

I've seen it.

We'll carry your dream

across the finish line.

I know you will, boys.

I know.

KOFI:
So, Undertaker.

Does this mean,

that you'll withdraw

from the Muscle Moto X?

The Undertaker

never backs down.

When I find that

gutless demon driver,

I will deliver him

back to the darkness

from whence he came.

And he will

rest

in

peace.

Paige, Miz.

Can I get your reactions

to today's chilling events?

Another monster attack?

Really?

-Ow!

-We're all pulling for Dusty

and we hope he makes

a complete recovery.

To all my worried fans,

the money-maker was spared.

The Miz is still in the game

and the Muscle Moto X

can now continue.

You can all thank me later.

We'll thank you when you

dry up and blow away.

Like, let's get out of here

while the getting is good.

Like, before that

scary demon comes back.

Yeah. Good idea.

Whoa! Not so fast.

We need to get

to the bottom of this.

The bottom of this

might be way, way down!

Like, in the underworld down!

Shaggy, you can't run away.

Yeah, what about

the food truck?

Oh, thanks for reminding me.

Grab the food, Scoob.

(CLATTERING)

-Whoa!

-Oh!

SHAGGY:
Gulp.

BOTH:
Mr. McMahon.

We're just, like, um,

taking your food for a walk.

I'm glad I found you all.

I have a feeling

we haven't seen the last

of that demon driver,

and now, they're talking

about a curse on this race.

I'd feel a lot better if

Mystery Incorporated

were on the case.

Will ya help me?

Don't say it.

Please don't say it.

You can count on us,

Mr. McMahon.

He said it.

Gang,

it looks like we've got

another mystery on our hands.

This is where

the Demon Rig disappeared.

Even the tire tracks.

They just stop.

Check this out.

According to this article,

the demon has appeared before.

In the 1930s,

there used to be races

on Marauder's Mountain

in homemade hot rods.

During one event,

an unknown racer

appeared out of nowhere

to challenge them all.

He was ruthless.

RACER:
This mountain is mine!

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

VELMA:
But as he

reached the top,

he realized too late

that Deadman's Curve

had washed away.

RACER:
Uh-oh. (SCREAMS)

No!

VELMA:
They say

you can still see

the racer to this day,

cursed to forever

haunt any attempts

to race on the mountain.

Why can't there ever be, like,

a comforting legend?

Hmm, what's this?

Ugh!

This smells like rotten eggs.

Ugh, horrible.

Ugh! Ew!

-Sniff.

-Really, Fred?

Sulfur, also called brimstone.

(CHUCKLING)

A demonic substance,

if there ever was one.

Also a natural chemical

used in many smoke effects.

True, but boring.

Walter Qualls is my name.

I'm the producer

of the Muscle Moto X.

Like, don't you produce

Angry Shark Racers,

where contestants

swim past angry sharks

wearing steak-covered

wetsuits?

All seven seasons.

You seem to like the idea

of the supernatural.

What's not to like?

I got WWE Superstars,

a million-dollar prize,

and now a demon's curse.

It's a producer's jackpot!

A 40 share.

So, could you take it easy

and not snoop so hard?

Let's keep this mystery alive.

Sorry. The only time we stop

is when the mystery is solved.

Or we run away.

I don't think Mr. McMahon

would appreciate you trying

to hinder this case.

Me? Hinder? No.

I'm just saying,

demons are hot!

Zombies would be even better.

Ooh, maybe the demon

is part zombie.

Why don't you go down

to the pit hanger

and ask the Superstars

what they saw

of this zombie demon?

No one said zombie.

No one didn't say zombie.

ALL:
Wow!

DAPHNE:
Superstars

and super cars!

FRED:
They're

checking out the engines

for tomorrow's race.

Oh, man. I'd like

to check out a few myself.

I think we should split up

and ask if anyone saw

anything unusual.

You mean, like,

besides a demon racer?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

-Huh?

-Huh?

The world is filled

with surprises.

Zoinks!

(IMITATING HELICOPTER)

-(CHUCKLES) Like, no kidding.

-SCOOBY:
Huh?

(SNIFFING)

You know, Scoob.

We already got one

mystery on our hands.

We don't need two more.

Let's skedaddle.

And fast.

-(HISSING)

-Okay, let's go.

A talking dog?

Bizarre.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERS) Like,

those dudes are

like a bad toaster.

They pop up

when you least expect it.

UNDERTAKER:
Well, I'll be...

You're the two

that vanquished

the Ghost Bear.

-(BOTH QUIVERING)

-Undertaker.

Scared, excited, same time.

Brain confused.

Skinny Man

and Dead Meat, right?

Like, yeah.

But you can call us

Shaggy and Scooby.

In fact, you can call us

anything you like.

But please don't call us

to our final rest,

Mr. Undertaker-Phenom-Deadman,

sir.

-Yeah.

-(BOTH SOBBING)

The bell tolls only

for the demon.

And you can

just call me Taker.

You learn anything

about that creature,

you let me know.

Scooby, Scooby, Scooby!

-Hmm? Ah!

-(CHUCKLES) Ole!

Looks like you've

got another fan

besides me.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

We have no idea

why a demon driver

or anyone would

want to stop the race.

Maybe it's someone

who's desperate

to get the prize money.

That would not be us,

mi querida senorita.

We are in it for the honor

of the Matadors.

(SNIFFS) What is that

interesting scent you

assault my nostrils with?

(CHUCKLES) Sulfur.

Looks like I've got a mystery

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