Scooby Doo and the Robots Page #4

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- Beep.

- I've got Scooby Snacks.

Come on, Scoob. We have to help

our best friend, Scooby Snacks.

I mean, Fred.

Steady, steady.

Freddy, go back!

FRED:

Hey, I can steer again.

Hang on, guys.

- How did you regain control?

- I don't know.

Like, maybe it was this thing

that I just broke off.

Well, gang, I think I have this mystery

just about wrapped up.

And for once, I'm going to set the trap,

with Fred as the bait.

Ooh. This sounds clever.

And much safer for me and Scoob.

VELMA:

We need you back in the race, Fred.

Thanks to that monster truck, Jimmy

and Cindy's dad has taken the lead.

I'm ready to go.

I can get this car running again.

I think.

Well, Daphne, this car looks amazing.

You fixed it. But how?

Never underestimate the power

of Team Scooby.

[CHEERING]

Fred's headed back into the lead.

Any second now, we should see...

Perfect. It's all part of my plan.

[GROWLING]

Come and get me, Mr. Bones.

Okay, now we just need one more thing

for my trap. Come on.

- Fred's remote control?

- Yes.

But if I cross the blue wire

with the red one...

...it becomes a remote blocker.

[SCREAMS]

Like, hey. It stopped.

They stopped. But why?

Just as I suspected.

It was all controlled by remote.

And whoever is behind it...

...would need a powerful antenna

to broadcast that signal.

There he is.

Fred, meet us at the tower.

Yes, it's me. I did it. I did it all.

- Except for the stuff my sister did.

- But why?

I wanted to show everyone I'm the best

racecar driver in the whole world...

...but they wouldn't let me in the race

because I was too young.

I put together this giant RC racer...

...and made up the story about

my dad being a driver.

It was me in control the whole time.

But, like, what about

that monster truck?

JIMMY:
Cindy was controlling the truck

to get rid of my competition.

And we would've

gotten away with it too...

...if it wasn't for you

meddling grownups.

- And, uh, meddling dog.

- Yeah. Meddling dog.

ANNOUNCER:

And the race isn't over yet, folks.

Team Scooby Snax

is back on the track.

And Fred Jones

takes the checkered flag...

...here at the Gainesville 500!

[CHEERING]

Fred did it. He won!

Let's celebrate back at the

Mystery Machine with a barbecue.

No need. We've got it covered.

Right, Scoob?

Scooby-Dooby-barbecue-y!

[English - US - SDH]

[GULPS]

[GASPS]

Shh...

Time to go, gang. It's getting dark.

- Hey, let's have that last clam, Scooby.

- Coming up. Scooby-Doo!

Good shot. I've heard of bird dogs

and rabbit dogs...

...but you're the first clam dog

I ever heard of.

Clam dog?

Yuck.

Shaggy, you know Scooby

doesn't like clams.

I like them. They're fun to dig

and even more fun to eat.

Don't you wish Funland was open?

The root-beer floats, the chocolate

custard, the rides. Man, that's living.

DAPHNE:
Yes, but right now it looks

a little spooky...

...even haunted.

- Haunted?

VELMA:

Don't be silly, Daphne.

Hey, look at that.

But that's impossible.

That place won't be open for weeks.

SHAGGY:

Look.

Well, this calls for a little investigation.

[ORGAN PLAYING]

FRED:

It's hard to believe.

Everything's running,

but nobody's here.

SHAGGY:

Man, it's a dream come true.

Let's check out that lunch

counter over there, Scooby.

A little service, please?

For openers, I'd like a malt and a hot dog

with all the trimmings.

Me too.

Who did that?

Hey, I used to be pretty good at this.

- Should I give it a whirl?

- Go ahead.

- Who's to know?

- Okay. Batter up.

VELMA:

Good throw, Freddy.

Well, I've still got the old touch.

Let's go find Shaggy and Scooby.

Gee, Freddy, shouldn't we stack

those bottles back up?

You're right, Daphne.

Look. The bottles are all stacked up again.

And what's that on the counter?

FRED:
It's a prize for knocking down

the bottles.

Our backs were only turned for a minute.

Freddy, this is really weird.

Well, somehow I got this prize,

so the least I can do is pay my two bits.

What a cute kewpie doll.

[CASH REGISTER RINGING]

Oh, no.

The cash register rang up 25 cents.

FRED:
I'm beginning to wonder

if this place is haunted.

Scooby, do you think we stand a chance

of getting some cotton candy too?

- Yeah.

- Hold it. I just saw somebody.

There he goes again.

Man, he's faster than a speeding bullet.

[MAN WHIRRING]

Superman.

Come on, Scooby. Pick up the scent.

- No scent.

- No scent? He has to have a scent.

Why, he'd have to be a ghost

not to leave a scent.

- Did I say "ghost"?

- Uh-huh. Uh-oh.

- What's the matter with you?

SCOOBY:
I'm pointing.

You're pointing?

Oh. I see him.

That was no ghost.

He looks more like a man from Mars.

Wow. Look what that last hot dog

did to me.

[SCOOBY CHUCKLING]

Look at me.

I knew I was sharp...

...but this pointed head is too much.

[LAUGHING]

Whoa. A giant mouse.

SHAGGY:
That's no giant mouse.

It's only a little mouse.

[LAUGHING]

Oh. Scooby-Doo, where are you?

[MAN WHIRRING]

- Yow.

- Wow.

There he is.

[MAN WHIRRING]

What do you say?

Let's go find the others.

Scooby-Doo. I'm with you.

I don't see Scooby or Shaggy anywhere.

There's someone going along

behind that fence.

It's no one we know. But whoever it is,

I'd like to ask him a few questions.

He's taking a ride on the Ferris wheel.

It stopped.

That man is trapped up on top.

I'll get him down. I wanna talk to him.

I'll have to crank the wheel down by hand.

We can't leave him up there.

VELMA:
You've turned it all

the way around, but he's gone.

He couldn't have climbed down

without us seeing.

Look. The lights are going off

all over the park.

Well, this is the first time

I ever wanted to leave Funland.

Scooby and I saw him.

Strictly a weirdo from outer space.

- We saw him too.

- Look. I wonder whose house that is.

FRED:
It could be the caretaker.

Let's go see.

We should tell him about

these mysterious happenings.

I hope he's a nice, sweet old caretaker.

And believe me, Mr. Jenkins,

all the rides were running.

JENKINS:
I don't see how.

- Well, she was sure running wide-open.

- Lights, music, everything.

- That's impossible.

We're the caretakers here. My brother

and I would've seen the lights.

- Sarah's right.

- Well, we saw a very strange character...

...running around out there.

- He was, like, weirdo.

- Weirdo-like.

- Fiddlesticks.

Besides us, there's no one else

on this island.

- Maybe the moonlight was playing tricks.

- But, man, I tell you...

Let it go.

Sorry to have bothered you, sir.

Let's go, gang.

Well, how did you like that for

double talk?

We can't go home now.

We know we didn't imagine...

...all those kooky things that happened.

- Count me out.

I'm not looking for any creep

with a frozen face.

Uh-uh.

Shaggy, sometimes I think you'd rather

eat pizza pie than solve a mystery.

- Let's vote on it. Mystery or pizza pie?

- Pizza pie.

Cut it out, you two.

Come on, let's get back to the beach.

- Okay. We'll keep a watch from here.

VELMA:
It's sure dark.

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