Original subtitles

[thunder rumbling]

gulp

[train chugging]

- Uncle Scooby? - Yikes!

Hi, I'm Scrappy-Doo!

Scrappy-Doo?

[laughing]

[theme music]

Shh!

Yeoh!

Let me at him! Let me at him!

Let me at him! Let me at him!

♪ Scooby Scrappy Dappy Doo ♪

♪ Scooby ♪

Scrappy Dappy Doo!

♪ Scooby Scrappy Dappy Doo ♪♪

Ta-dadada-ta-daaa!

Puppy power!

Scrappy Doo?

gulp

Uncle Scooby?

Scrappy Dappy Doo!

[laughing]

Scooby Dooby Doo!

[instrumental music]

(Dusty) 'No question about it, Wildfire's sure to be'

'the fastest horse in the Tumbleweed derby.'

And the handsomest, too.

Yes, siree, that solid gold first place trophy's gonna look

mighty fine on our mantle.

neigh

Yup! Thanks to my superior horse training skills

he can't lose.

And now, for the rinse.

Galloping hoof beats. We better stop washing Wildfire.

He's shrinking fast.

I ain't no horse.

Now quit horsin' around and fix up the stall.

Great, Uncle Yabba.

So, we can bunk here tonight

and keep an eye on Wildfire.

That nag of yours don't stand a chance against Cactus Flower.

Oh, yeah? That's what you think.

We got trouble, Slade.

All the odds makers are picking Wildfire to win.

Well, he won't win if he disappears, will he?

[both laughing]

[snoring]

(Slade) 'Come on, you stubborn nag.'

Uncle Yabba! Dusty!

They're trying to steal Wildfire.

Let's get 'em!

No low-down horse thieves are gonna steal no horse of mine.

Let's help him, Dusty.

Pull with all your might, little buddy.

Ya-a-i-i-kes!

crash

Hurry! Those mangy, law-breaking polecats are gettin' away.

We'll catch 'em in the Desert Chopper.

It's those fool lawmen.

I'll take care of those tinhorn tagalongs once and for all.

I think that was a turn for the worse.

Yabba, can you get us out of this mess?

It's a cinch, Deputy D.

I'll just wing it.

Wow, Uncle Yabba, you're the greatest.

What's so great about getting our wings clipped?

You'll see.

You're with the best barn stormin' aviator

'that ever flew a flying machine.'

Well, now we can catch them horse nabbing varmints

without delay.

[gulping] Well, maybe after a short delay.

Ya-iikes!

Whoa, Nellie!

thunk

The race will be starting soon, and we don't have a clue

to where they hid Wildfire.

neigh

Sounds like a clue to me.

(Dusty) 'Oh, no! We'll never get him down from there.'

Oh, yes, we will.

Stand back. They don't call me Lumberjack Yabba for nothin'.

(Dusty) 'It's gonna fall!'

(Scrappy) 'What do we do now, Uncle Yabba?'

We'll grab the old horse blanket from the chopper

and catch Wildfire.

Easy, Wildfire. We'll save ya.

neigh

[screaming]

Maybe next time, we should use a ladder.

We can't wait any longer for Wildfire.

When I drop the handkerchief, the race will begin.

With Wildfire gone, the trophy's ours for sure.

Ready. Set. Go!

This is gonna be a cinch.

Oh, no! The race is started.

Don't worry, Dusty. We'll catch those desperados.

Ta-da da-da da-da!

Horse and puppy power!

(Yabba) Step on it, Dusty!

We gotta make sure those highfalutin' horse thieves

'don't try any funny business.'

So, they rescued Wildfire.

Well, it won't do no good.

I'll take a shortcut to Dry Gulch Bridge and plan

'a little surprise for that pipsqueak'

'and his fleabag horse.'

Wildfire's back in the race, and he's gaining on me, Slade.

I'm one step ahead of you, Snooky.

You just ride on to the finish line.

(Dusty) 'It's one of them horse thieves!'

And I get the feeling he's up to no good.

No good is my specialty.

[screaming]

Scrappy'll never be able to cross the bridge now!

Hold it! I got a Yabba-dooey doozey of an idea!

Oh, no! Those are the worst kind.

Another minute of this, and I'm gonna sprout gills.

screech

Ha ha! Wildfire can't win without a rider.

Yeow!

Let go, partner. We'll get you back on horseback.

[screaming]

Not ag-a-a-ain!

[cheering]

This should slow 'em down.

Yabba, he's gonna roll that barrel in Wildfire's path.

Oh, no, he ain't!

That cactus pickin' polecat's

done his last dirty trick.

slam

Look out for those barrels, Wildfire!

screech

[cheering]

Way to go, kiddo! You won us the trophy.

But those honorary coyotes are making off with it.

Don't worry, little buddy. We'll apprehend them.

'Cause Rodeo Yabba's gonna round up

those roughish renegades.

swish

screech

He-e-elp! Stop!

You can't do this.

Well, there you go.

Two horse thieves, all tied and delivered.

Yeah. And one trophy

for the best horse in the West, Wildfire.

Well, don't feel too bad, fellers.

You did win the first place booby prize.

Right, free admission for two cowpokes

in the Tumbleweed pokey.

[all laughing]

[theme music]