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[announcer] Legendary driver Champ Truman

heads down Gainesville's back straight at over 220 miles an hour.

You're a surgeon with a screwdriver, Steve.

You got this heap of metal running quicker than a bunny stealing carrots.

Now, champ, I'm not gonna let anyone outrace you tomorrow.

That trophy is...

[Skeleton] You know what, Champ?

I think this is gonna be your final lap.

[revving engine]

[laughing]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music playing]

[laughing]

[whimpering]

Need a lift?

[laughing]

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

♪ We're coming after you ♪

♪ You're gonna solve that mystery ♪

♪ I see you, Scooby-Doo ♪

♪ The trail leads back to you ♪

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

♪ We're gonna follow you ♪

♪ You're gonna solve that mystery ♪

♪ We see you, Scooby-Doo ♪

♪ We're coming after you ♪

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

♪ Don't look back ♪

♪ You may find another clue ♪

♪ Scooby Snacks will be waiting here for you ♪

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

♪ We're coming after you ♪

♪ You're gonna solve that mystery ♪

♪ I see you, Scooby-Doo ♪

♪ The trail leads back to you ♪

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ What's new, Scooby-Doo? ♪

[upbeat music playing]

- Sandwich? - Scoob, I'm driving a racecar.

There's no possible way I can eat a...

Like, maybe just a bite.

[laughing and chewing]

[Daphne] Are you okay, Shaggy?

Car's driving like a dream.

- [Daphne] How's it going, Velma? - Quiet.

Great. Now I have to start my safe-driver checklist all over.

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 the 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] 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!

[dramatic music playing]

[man screaming]

[Skeleton laughing]

Come on, gang. Let's get that scurrying skeleton.

Where did he go?

[engine revving]

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 monster 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.

[revs engine]

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.

[beeping]

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.

[chuckles]

[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?

[dramatic music playing]

[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]

[shivering]

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. I knew that.

A crash-test dummy? What's it doing here?

[screaming]

[dramatic music playing]

[whimpering

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 any 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. [laughing]

[country music playing]

[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.

[cranking]

[tool whirring]

[squeaking]

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!

[metal scraping]

[Daphne] Fred, you have to get out of there!

Okay, Daph. I'm coming into the pit area.

[Skeleton] That's what you think.

[dramatic music playing]

Uh, Daphne?

You didn't happen to install an autopilot when I wasn't looking?

Oh, no! Fred's lost control of his car.

[Skeleton: 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!

[crashes]

[engine revvs]

[crashes]

[Velma] Fred's out of control. We have to save him.

We have to head out on the track.

And, 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 screaming]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

[Fred] Sorry. Pardon me. Look out. Oh!

We've got to catch up to him.

["Hot" by Smash Mouth playing]

♪ Hey ♪

♪ So you wanna play ♪

♪ You'll see my game's on fire ♪

♪ But we don't play the same game ♪

♪ You'll see I'm greedy for speed ♪

♪ And neutral means nothing to me ♪

♪ So if that's your desire ♪

♪ We'll get along famously ♪

♪ But one thing: I like to lead ♪

♪ I light 'em up before the motor starts ♪

♪ I go so fast that I could never stop ♪

♪ Look under the hood but you don't know what I got ♪

♪ I'm a moving violation, baby ♪

[belches]

♪ Hot, hot ♪

♪ Highway, that's my scene ♪

♪ I may look like a blur when you see me ♪

♪ And I mean I'm flirtin' with disaster ♪

♪ I'm a master of G's ♪

♪ Goin' faster, gonna pass ya ♪

♪ Gonna blast some dust your way, and I say ♪

♪ I light 'em up before the motor starts ♪

♪ I go so fast... ♪

[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.

At the sound of the tone, please leave a message.

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.

[clanging]

I can get this car running again.

I think.

Wow, 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, Mister Bones.

Okay, now we just need one more thing for my trap.

Come on.

[Daphne] Fred's remote control?

Yes.

But if I cross the blue wire with the red one

it becomes a remote blocker.

[screaming]

[powering down]

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.

[Daphne] 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 a 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!

[cheering]

Let's celebrate back at the Mystery Machine with a barbecue.

No need. We've got it covered. Right, Scoob?

[sizzling]

[laughing]

Scooby-Dooby-Barbecue-y!

[theme music playing]