Scooby-Doo! And WWE: Curse of the Speed Demon Page #4

This race just keeps

getting more exciting.

KOFI:
Los Matadores are

bringing the Pamplona Especial

alongside the Celtic Cruiser.

They may be planning something

especial themselves.

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

-Whoa, whoa!

-(TIRES SCREECHING)

KOFI:
El Torito's small,

but he's showing both

heart and horns today.

-Ole!

-Ole!

KOFI:
Torito may

not be steering,

but I bet his distraction

drove Sheamus crazy.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Argh. Now you've

got me Irish up.

(HISSING)

Argh. Why don't you

two fellas just get lost?

Keep it together, Sheamus.

Just keep it together.

MICHAEL:
The Authority

holds the lead,

but it's still early.

-Anything can happen.

-(SNORING)

The Company Car's leading!

Whoo! Go, Stephanie!

You know Shaggy and Scooby

are also in this race.

I can have more

than one favorite.

By definition, no.

MICHAEL:
These supercars

are demolishing

this off-road course.

KOFI:
Except for

The Scoobanator.

MICHAEL:
Each of these amazing

vehicles has been designed

to withstand any obstacle.

KOFI:
Except for

The Scoobanator, Michael.

(GRUMBLING)

This rig is 10 pounds

of bolts in

a five-pound bucket.

This race is cursed.

MICHAEL:
Team Taker

won't be counted out,

but they're struggling

to build momentum.

KOFI:
Looks like The Authority

is losing momentum.

I'd take the lead

if I were driving,

-but I'm awesome.

-(THUD)

The crazy Russians

hit us again.

I'd dodge them

if I were driving,

but I'm awesome.

You know what you need?

Mentoring.

-(TIRES SCREECHING)

-(GRUNTS)

Oh.

MICHAEL:
The Too Awesome

and Moscow Express docking

for second,

while the Company Car

dominates the game!

Oh, no. The Demon Rig

has returned.

-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

-(SNORING)

KOFI:
I'm goin'

in close, Michael.

MICHAEL:
Careful, Kofi.

You're at the most dangerous

part of the course.

The old Deadwood Bridge.

This race is doomed.

All those who oppose

Inferno will perish!

Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

KOFI:
Inferno's got

some serious heat.

He's tryin' to burn down

the whole race.

Go! Go! Go!

Look at 'em go, folks!

Facing the fire of

a supernatural specter.

That's why they call

them Superstars.

What bravery!

(SOBBING) I'm too

young to fry!

Great driving, Hunter.

KOFI:
Triple H is leading

the charge past Inferno.

(GRUNTS)

MICHAEL:
Now the demon

is after the Company Car.

How's he driving, Kofi?

I don't know, but it doesn't

look good for Team Authority.

I'm trying to get in

closer to them.

(GRUNTS)

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

My drones don't seem

to want to be anywhere

near that demon.

Nor do your jammers.

The curse of the demon

must be interfering with

the signal, too.

The horror. The horror!

Oh, no!

Not the scorpion tail again!

(GASPS) Poor Stephanie!

She just had her hair

done this morning.

You'd think her father

would be watching this.

He hasn't even been on any

of the production cams.

(SNORING)

-Fred, pay attention.

-(GASPS)

Push the red button

on the dash!

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Zoinks! Fire.

Fire!

Don't worry.

The Undertaker

does not fear the flame.

But we do!

(BUZZER)

By thunder and lightning!

That's what Fred

was trying to say.

We got boosters!

MICHAEL:
Oh, my!

Deadwood Bridge

is shattering apart!

Team Taker

is in real trouble here.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

-Woo-hoo!

-Scoobanator!

-Man, way to go, guys!

-Yay! Scooby-Doo!

I cannot believe

what I'm seeing.

Only the Undertaker

could fly a sandwich

out of the jaws of oblivion.

There's that

yellow-bellied demon.

(GROWLING)

-Inferno!

-Inferno!

(YELLING)

-Smoke!

-Smoke!

Where did he go?

-Mountain!

-Mountain!

SHAGGY:
Whoa!

MICHAEL:
Unbelievable!

But where did Inferno go?

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Company Car's through!

Here comes

the Pamplona Especial.

No sign of the Demon Rig.

Wait. It's... It's...

The Scoobanator!

(SCOOBY AND SHAGGY SCREAMING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

MICHAEL:
And the first leg

of Muscle Moto X finishes

with The Authority

in first place,

Team Taker in second

and Los Matadores in third.

(CHEERING)

MICHAEL:
Join us again

tomorrow for the next round

of the Muscle Moto X.

Hopefully, no more

spooky stuff happens.

Argh.

(GASPS)

Where did you fellas go?

It's not where we went

that matters...

It's where we come from.

-Ah!

-(GASPING)

(HISSING)

Huh, burrito, burrito!

(CHUCKLES) Burrito, burrito!

MICHAEL:
You have to be

pleased with your performance,

especially with the appearance

of this Demon Rig.

Are you concerned

the race may be cursed?

Mark my words, Michael.

No demon or devil

or any other ghoul will

interfere with my race.

We'll take him out and then

we will take the championship.

Just like we took

the 30-second head start

for today's win.

LANA:
Second to last place!

Pathetic.

You should wear

pink, frilly dresses

so the people know you're

not the Russian champion,

but a little bunny-man

masquerading as

the Russian champion.

Nyet! Nyet! Lies!

Rusev not take you to

the outlet mall this weekend.

Okay.

Undertaker, your team

took second place today,

using a modified food truck.

That's truly amazing.

Dark forces

lashed out against us.

The flames of Inferno

tried to swallow us whole,

but the bell tolls

not for Team Taker,

it tolls for the demon.

(SCOOBY CHUCKLING)

Oh, are those

McMahon's Mania Meatballs?

-Meatballs?

-Meatballs?

I see you're lacking

an A-List talent to train

your camera on, Kofi.

Lucky for you, I'm here.

And yes, I am disappointed

in my team.

Paige was beyond terrible.

I'd give her a grade

of poor-minus.

You're blaming me?

You did nothing.

Wrong-o!

First, I was performing

like a champion,

B, I was gracing this event

with my style and credibility,

and thirdly,

I tried mentoring you,

but you didn't listen to any

of my excellent advice.

Hmm. You make several

fascinating points.

Then let me show you

my appreciation.

-(EXCLAIMING)

-(GRUNTS)

Aw.

-I wanted thirdsies.

-Rusev crush!

-(GRUNTING)

-(MIZ SCREAMING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

STEPHANIE:
Ugh.

Bad move!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Whoa!

-Ole!

-Ole!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Like, maybe we should

order take-out.

What in the name

of Gorgeous George

is going on here?

SHEAMUS:
Brogue Kicks

for everybody.

I'm gonna lose my deposit.

I will not be partner

with girly man Rusev.

Me. Me next! I need attention.

Paige has no respect

for my greatness.

I won't race with her.

I want new partner, too.

That goes triple for me,

'cause I can't be paired with

a man who uses more

hair product than I do.

Uh, before you do

anything rash,

here are the spot ratings

for the first race.

And controversy like this

will mean they'll

only get bigger!

Fine.

Lana and Paige are now

in Too Awesome.

Miz joins the Moscow Express

with Rusev.

Really? He smells

like borscht.

Well, if you don't like

the sound of getting

a new partner,

perhaps you'll like the sound

of me saying, "You're fired!"

Sorry, boss.

Won't happen again.

(TEETH CHATTERING)

Let's go, you two.

Can we go someplace,

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