Scooby Doo and the Robots Page #3

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Hands position, check.

Mirrors, check.

Breathe. Check.

DAPHNE:

Velma, you're doing great.

Tell me again why

I have to drive instead of Fred?

I have to practice

for this weekend's race.

Tomorrow's Gainesville 500

is the biggest race I've ever qualified for.

And reset.

Let's get to work, guys.

I want every inch of this racecar

checked, cleaned...

...filled, lubed, bolted,

tightened and polished.

- Let's go.

- Scoob and I will get the tool chest.

DAPHNE:
Careful, Shaggy, it's...

SHAGGY:
Whoa!

- Heavy.

MIKE:

You're a crew chief?

You got everything there

but blow dryers, girly-girl.

Mike Fury's my name,

and you watch yourself around here.

I'm crew chief for the Ricky Burdick.

- Who?

- Who?

Ah, you'll learn his name when you

see it on top of the leader board.

Nobody's beating my driver.

That guy's a couple quarts short

of an oil change.

How's the car, Fred?

Fantastic, Daph.

- It's as smooth as...

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]: Hello, Fred.

Or should I say, goodbye?

Daphne, your voice sounds

kind of funny.

Do you have a cold, or...? Oh, gee.

Jinkies! What is that thing?

It's either a monster truck

or a truck monster.

And, like, I don't know

which is worse.

Step on it, Fred!

[MAN SCREAMING]

[SKELETON LAUGHING]

Come on, gang.

Let's get that scurrying skeleton.

Where did he go?

Well, if it ain't my good buddy Fred.

It's Burr Batson.

We raced against him in Mexico

at the Enduro Slam 5000.

Any chance you own a skeleton suit?

Nice try, little lady...

...but Burr Batson has nothing to do with

the truck that's been haunting this track.

- Haunting?

- Oh, yeah.

That ghost driver's

been smashing up cars pretty bad...

...knocking the best drivers

out of the race.

Heck, old Champ Truman retired

after what happened to him.

But don't worry, Fred.

That skeleton driver's

not going after the amateurs.

[CHUCKLES]

Ladies.

Jeepers. Maybe it's too dangerous

for you to race this weekend, Freddy.

Like, yeah. The only race we should do

is race the heck out of here.

- Uh-huh.

- Hang on, guys.

I've been training for months.

That trophy is mine.

Well, then that means

we have a mystery to solve.

Oh, great. Not only do we have

to deal with a spooky skeleton...

...but this one's got a driver's license.

DAPHNE:
So where's our hotel?

- We're staying here, at the track.

Because there's a hotel here

I just can't see yet? Please?

FRED:
The Mystery Machine

now sleeps five...

...thanks to a few modifications I made.

Check it out. Our new bedrooms.

Whoops, wrong button. Hello, bedrooms!

I meant to label these things, really.

Could be a wiring problem.

See? Bedrooms for five...

...and everything goes back

into place at the push of a button.

[CRASHING]

- Hmm. I wonder what that did.

- Let's not find out.

FRED:

Hi, kids. Are you big racing fans?

- Sure are. I'm Jimmy.

- I'm Cindy.

We have our own car in the race.

Well, our daddy does.

And he taught me everything he knows.

You'll all see.

I'm gonna be the best racer ever.

Well, not for a few years there.

At least if you wanna be able

to touch the pedals.

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE ON TV]

Is that your dad over there, Jimmy?

- Yeah. That's him.

- Hello?

He seems focused.

Very focused.

[SCOOBY-DOO SNORING]

[EXPLOSIONS]

What is that sound?

[LAUGHING]

Freddy, do something.

Watch this.

You missed, mister!

And, yes, there is

such a thing as too thin!

Way to go, Fred.

But, uh, how do we get down?

Hmm, didn't think of that.

So, what do you think that speedy

skeleton was doing here in the RV park?

If someone is trying to scare off

the competition for tomorrow's race...

...anyone at the track

could be a suspect.

Gang, I think it's time we...

Split up and look for clues.

Gotcha. We'll see you after the monster

attacks us. Come on, Scoob.

How did he know

I was gonna say that?

Well, if we have to look

for that ferocious four-wheeler...

...no sense doing it

on an empty stomach.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, Shaggy.

SHAGGY:
"Please eat"? Scooby-Doo,

now, that's my kind of clue.

So much free food,

we need help carrying all this.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Car.

- Fred's car.

[GRUNTING]

[SKELETON LAUGHING]

Hey. What's this?

Just a hunch, but I'll bet it's the car

Jimmy and Cindy's dad races.

Quick thinking, Fred.

But, you know, there was

something odd about their dad.

[VELMA GASPS]

I'll save you!

Freddy, stop!

It's just a crash-test dummy.

Oh. Heh. I knew that.

A crash-test dummy?

What's it doing here?

[SCREAMING]

Phew. That was a close one. Scoob

and I nearly became a tasty truck kebab.

Yeah. Truck kebab.

Hold on there, Shaggy.

I don't think the monster

was after the two of you.

Vroom, vroom. Vroom.

Trying out new drivers, huh?

They can't be worse than you.

Oh, go torque something.

[GASPS]

Hey there, Jimmy. Uh, can I get you

some phone books to sit on?

Oh, man.

Careful, kids. You're sitting

in one powerful piece of machinery.

Hey, we know all about cars.

Well, because of our dad.

You'll find out during the race.

Come on, Cindy.

ANNOUNCER:
Drivers to your cars.

The race is about to begin.

Wish me luck, gang. It's time to ride.

Hey, Fred.

The gas pedal's the one on the right.

Not that it'll do you any good.

ANNOUNCER:

The green flag is out.

Racing is underway

at the Gainesville 500.

Here comes Fred.

Okay, Fred's about to roll in.

Guys, we need to do this

in under 10 seconds.

Hey, girlie, you gonna use

a curling iron on the lug nuts?

[MIKE LAUGHING]

Curling-iron jokes should not be made

by men with ridiculous hairstyles.

Never mind.

[TOOL WHIRRING]

Ding-dang it! Whatever it takes,

Fred ain't gonna beat my Ricky.

Hmm. That guy sure would do anything

to help his driver win.

ANNOUNCER:

And Burr Batson takes the lead!

DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]:

Fred, you have to get out of there!

Okay, Daph.

I'm coming into the pit area.

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]:

That's what you think.

Uh, Daphne? You didn't happen to install

an autopilot when I wasn't looking?

Oh, no!

Fred's lost control of his car.

He'll lose control of his stomach when

he sees what I've got planned for him.

Wanna know the best way

to shave weight off a car, Fred?

A crash diet.

VELMA:
Fred's out of control.

We have to save him.

We have to head out on the track.

Like, how do we get out there?

Hey, that's our car!

Oops, we're in the wrong car.

We'll get out right now.

Floor it.

[DAPHNE SCREAMS]

Jinkies, this car is fast.

Okay, um, safe-driver checklist.

Um, hands at 10 and 2. Check.

Uh, mirrors. Check.

Breathe. I'll breathe later.

FRED:

Sorry. Pardon me. Look out. Oh!

We've got to catch up to him.

[BELCHES]

[GROWLING]

SHAGGY:

Like, there he is.

We've gotta get you out of there.

I've got a plan.

Shaggy and Scooby will stretch

between the two cars.

I'll then walk across them

to your car in safety.

Sounds good. Ready, guys?

Shaggy and Scooby aren't here.

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