Scooby-Doo! And WWE: Curse of the Speed Demon Page #3

Dusty is gonna teach

this monster a lesson.

(GRUNTING)

We gonna get funky

like a monkey.

MICHAEL:
Vintage Dusty Rhodes!

(GROWLING)

-The American Dream

is off his feet!

-(ALL GASP)

-(GROWLS)

-(GRUNTS)

Oh, no!

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

-Oh!

-Dusty!

Run, creature.

But you can't hide.

In the end, no man or beast

escapes the Undertaker.

Eh, I just threw out

my back, man.

Don't worry about it.

I know, Dusty,

but the doc says

you need to take it

easy for a while.

I still ain't letting go

of my dream.

Buy them grandkids that ranch.

So they can learn

them three R's...

Riding, roping and ranching.

You'll get better, Pop.

I've seen it.

We'll carry your dream

across the finish line.

I know you will, boys.

I know.

KOFI:
So, Undertaker.

Does this mean,

that you'll withdraw

from the Muscle Moto X?

The Undertaker

never backs down.

When I find that

gutless demon driver,

I will deliver him

back to the darkness

from whence he came.

And he will

rest

in

peace.

Paige, Miz.

Can I get your reactions

to today's chilling events?

Another monster attack?

Really?

-Ow!

-We're all pulling for Dusty

and we hope he makes

a complete recovery.

To all my worried fans,

the money-maker was spared.

The Miz is still in the game

and the Muscle Moto X

can now continue.

You can all thank me later.

We'll thank you when you

dry up and blow away.

Like, let's get out of here

while the getting is good.

Like, before that

scary demon comes back.

Yeah. Good idea.

Whoa! Not so fast.

We need to get

to the bottom of this.

The bottom of this

might be way, way down!

Like, in the underworld down!

Shaggy, you can't run away.

Yeah, what about

the food truck?

Oh, thanks for reminding me.

Grab the food, Scoob.

(CLATTERING)

-Whoa!

-Oh!

SHAGGY:
Gulp.

BOTH:
Mr. McMahon.

We're just, like, um,

taking your food for a walk.

I'm glad I found you all.

I have a feeling

we haven't seen the last

of that demon driver,

and now, they're talking

about a curse on this race.

I'd feel a lot better if

Mystery Incorporated

were on the case.

Will ya help me?

Don't say it.

Please don't say it.

You can count on us,

Mr. McMahon.

He said it.

Gang,

it looks like we've got

another mystery on our hands.

This is where

the Demon Rig disappeared.

Even the tire tracks.

They just stop.

Check this out.

According to this article,

the demon has appeared before.

In the 1930s,

there used to be races

on Marauder's Mountain

in homemade hot rods.

During one event,

an unknown racer

appeared out of nowhere

to challenge them all.

He was ruthless.

RACER:
This mountain is mine!

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

VELMA:
But as he

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