Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery Page #3

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with a state-of-the-art electronic

laser trip wire alarm system.

There's no way the bear

could get to it

without tripping a beam

and setting off an alarm

that would bring in half

my security men within seconds.

I understand, Richards,

but it couldn't hurt to have

these kids lend a hand.

It's what we do.

You mind if I help?

- Um...

- great idea, John.

Awesome. Because I think there's

someone you should talk to.

Sin Cara?

He knows the legend

of the bear better than anyone.

Like, why is he hanging out

on the roof?

Sin Cara has a flair for drama.

- Ahh.

- Ahh.

But does he even talk?

He doesn't have to.

Luckily, I speak

masked luchador.

I'll translate as best I can.

The legend of the ghost bear

begins 100 years ago

when a monstrous bear was

part of a traveling show.

They named him vicious.

And for good reason.

The creature had a mean streak

a mile wide

and twice as ugly.

It'd never been beaten, ever.

Till it met...

Sin Cara Grande,

sin Cara's great great

great grandfather.

He challenged the bear

on this very spot

long before there was

ever a WWE city.

The battle between

man and bear was epic.

The bear was a horrible,

unstoppable beast.

But when the match was over,

it was the man

standing victorious.

The bear could not

contain its anger.

He unleashed his rage

on the town.

Many lives would have been

lost that day

had it not been for the brave

luchador sin Cara Grande.

While saving those

innocent townfolk,

he was injured.

Sin Cara Grande would

never wrestle again.

And the bear?

It escaped into the woods,

disappearing into a cave

north of town,

never to be seen again.

Until now.

Sin Cara believes

the spirit of the beast

has been stirred by

WrestleMania itself,

which is why the monster

has risen from the grave

to have its revenge.

But fear not.

It is now sin Cara's

honor and duty

to continue his great great

great grandfather's legacy

and protect WWE city

at any cost.

- Wow.

- That's amazing, dude.

I have half a mind

to go out in the woods,

find that bear,

and rip its head off.

I don't know, triple H,

he's awfully tough.

I think we should

stick together.

What do you think, Miz?

Stick together.

I can't believe

you two are still hungry

after the meal we had.

This is just a late night snack.

- Right, scoob?

- Right. Helps us sleep.

Man, if you guys' muscles

were as big as your appetites,

you'd both be superstars.

Like, fredster, don't you

want to join the pizzapalooza?

Eh, no, thanks.

I thought I'd patrol

with the guards,

maybe get a picture

of the ghost bear.

I'll lock the door after me.

Like, to keep the bear out?

To keep Scooby in.

Good idea.

Like, don't worry, Freddy,

the faster we eat...

the faster we fall asleep.

Ahh!

Yah!

Like, is something wrong,

Ms. Richards?

Indeed, there is.

The WWE championship belt

has been stolen.

And we know who did it.

Your dog.

Uh, but that's ridiculous.

Scooby-Doo's been in here

with me all night.

Isn't that right, old pal?

That's right.

Oh?

I saw that.

Uh-uh, nothing

to see here.

Just me in bed.

You, sir... uh, dog,

are a thief.

But, Ms. Richards, Scooby

couldn't have taken the belt.

He's never stolen anything

in his whole life.

Yeah, never.

I have proof right here.

Last night's security footage.

Take a look.

Ooh. Uhh.

I... I... I did steal it.

Say it ain't true,

Scooby-Doo.

Hold on a second.

Is there something strange

about Scooby?

You really want us

to answer that?

Yep, this is the

championship belt all right.

I'd know it anywhere.

Take it.

And we'll be taking

the thief with us as well.

No! Don't let them

take me, Raggy.

No!

I won't, pal.

Hang on.

Don't let them take me, Raggy.

I'm innocent.

Jinkies! That's it.

Come on, we've got to work fast

if we're going to save Scooby.

All right, kids.

What's going on here?

Thanks for coming,

Mr. McMahon.

We've asked you all here

to show you

that our Scooby isn't a thief.

He's just a pawn.

Allow me.

Here's the security video of

Scooby as he was taking the belt.

And here's the video file

of Scooby

doing his winning victory dance

from the memory card

of shaggy's video game.

Yeah, that's a funkadactal move.

Is there a point to any of this?

Watch as we slow down

the victory dance.

It's the same movement.

Scooby was programmed

with a post-hypnotic suggestion

to steal the championship belt.

Like, that's why he's been

sleep walking since he got here.

Ohh. Yeah.

And just how did the dog get

this post-hypnotic programming?

My guess is from

the video game itself.

May I?

I'm connecting shaggy's

WWE video game file

to the tron screen.

See, someone highlighted

every move with light flashes.

Flashes which could have planted

a post-hypnotic suggestion

in Scooby's brain.

Pbblt. Yeah, there's

a plant in my brain.

Nice hacks, ruben.

That's my nephew.

He's a computer genius.

Listen, kids, as compelling

as this theory might be,

I'm still a guy that likes

to look at the facts.

And the fact is, he stole it.

And he's going to jail for it.

Jail?

And it was your video game,

so you're going with him...

as his accomplice.

Accomplice? I'm no accomplice!

I'm not even sure

I know what that means!

Miss Richards,

isn't there something we can do

to prevent that?

- No!

- Actually, yes there is.

- Whatever it is...

- We'll do it.

WWE city law states

that anyone accused of a crime

can compete in the ring for a

chance to win their freedom.

I have the power

to give you that chance.

But I have only

one competitor left

who is looking for a match.

- Kane!

- Kane!

I want another shot

at the title.

Looks like I'll have

to go through you two to get it.

I accept the challenge.

Like, you know, scoob,

I hear prison food

isn't that bad.

No!

You want a chance to prove

your innocence in the ring.

They accept the challenge,

Mr. McMahon.

Miss Richards, release

these two so they can prepare.

Unless they can prove

their innocence,

their match with Kane

will kick off WrestleMania

tomorrow night.

Like, velma, are you crazy?!

Yeah! We can't fight Kane.

Look, guys,

pull yourselves together.

I need you to buy us some time if

we're going to solve this mystery,

and clear Scooby's name.

I don't know, velma,

we only have until tomorrow

before shaggy and Scooby

get slaughtered.

Hello! Thanks, Fred.

They're going to need

a whole lot longer than a day

to learn how to compete

in the ring.

- Could you help them, cookie?

- Please?

Yeah, yeah, please,

please, please!

Oh-ho-ho, please, cookie!

Eh, well, maybe I can

train 'em enough

so they might survive...

Ooh!

For a few minutes.

AJ, you want to help me here?

Sure, cookie.

Hi, boys.

I heard you could use

some practice sessions.

Wouldn't want those

itty bitty whiskers to get bent.

Like, Scooby-Doo,

you know, this may not

be so bad after all.

Aahh!

Never underestimate a diva.

- Let's light it up

- light it up, light it up

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