Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery

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Welcome to WWE city.

Take the next exit

because it's just that good.

I'm the Miz, and I'm awesome.

Who's awesome?

I'm awesome.

Who's awesome?

I am... uhh!

Kane, you're back.

I thought we'd never

see you again

after you lost that last match.

Not that I agreed

with the decision.

Not the face. Not the face.

Not the face.

Welcome to WWE city.

Take the next exit

because it's just that good.

Whoa!

Oof!

Yeah, that's what

I'm talking about.

You keep on going, Kane.

You're lucky!

You got off easy this time.

Who's awesome?

I'm awesome.

Who's awesome...

Who's in there?

Is that you, Kane?

Come on. Come on out

and get some.

Uhh!

Uhh!

That all you got, yogi?

Uhh! Uhh!

My... my face!

Welcome to WWE city.

Take the next exit

because it's just that good.

Good.

Really?

Ahh! No! No!

Unnecessary roughness.

Ba ba, ba ba ba ba

ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

are you pumped and ready?

hope your nerves are steady

let's go make some history

solve ourselves a mystery

we won't stop until

the battle's done

the monster caught,

the case is won

I want to write you so close

ba ba ba ba ba ba

champions and idols,

take down any rival

fightin' for survival

till they win the title

they don't stop

until the battle's done

the battle's won,

the rumble won

how could a fight

feel so good?

Ahh

ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Warner bros. Animation

Look out.

John Cena is

the doctor of thundernomics.

Ha ha ha.

He can't see me.

You can't see me at all.

Like, no one can touch

John Cena.

Sin Cara can.

Scooby Dooby-Doo!

1, 2, 3.

Sin Cara wins it.

Way to go, Scooby-Doo,

old buddy.

Booyah.

Dooby-Doo.

Congratulations.

You just beat the game

on the hardest level ever...

double triple beatdown extreme.

But can you complete

the victory dance?

Oh, yeah.

It's all yours, pal.

You earned it.

Perfect score!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

Hello there.

I'm Vince McMahon,

chairman and ceo of WWE.

Mr. McMahon.

We're not worthy.

Because you beat the game

on this level

and executed a perfect score

on the victory dance,

you win a special prize.

We did?

You've won an all-expense paid

trip to WWE city.

Come revel in a place

dedicated to everything WWE.

It'll be a week of fun

and excitement,

culminating in ringside seats

at WrestleMania.

Don't miss it.

Report to training camp

in WWE city

as soon as possible

with this game disc

as proof of your win

to claim your prize.

Like, WrestleMania.

Ha ha ha!

You gotta be kidding me.

Think of it.

- The fun.

- The fans.

The food!

We gotta go, old pal.

Like, we just gotta go.

We gotta go.

Like, we just gotta go.

It's the ultimate slamtastic

life-affirming experience

of a lifetime.

It's WrestleMania.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, I don't know, guys.

It's not something

we're really into.

And I have a lot

of reading to catch up on.

Uh, no, thank you.

Like, come on, guys.

Scoob and I never

ask for anything.

Like, I can't count

how many times

the two of us were bait to catch

some crazy mask-wearing villain.

Yeah.

I got the photos to prove it.

Take a good look, people.

Exhibit "a."

Like, here's the time

you guys made us dress

like giant tools

to catch the monstrous mechanic.

Or as ducks to catch

the horrific huntsman.

Or when we had to be the cow

to catch the crazed cowgirl

from beyond the grave.

Scooby-Doo almost got milked.

It was so humiliating.

And the pice De rsistance,

the time we posed as

seor Pepe Jose

and the dancing

hairless chihuahua don pero

to catch the ghastly

gordito of Guadalajara.

Yeah, the hair didn't

even grow back in some places.

Scooby was naked.

Look at him.

- Just look at him!

- No, no. Ok.

We get it.

You win, shaggy.

Win? Wait, what?

I was actually thinking

about taking a trip anyway

to try out my new allodium

q-36 digital slr camera

and optical stabilizer

zoom lens.

Maybe I can snap

some action-packed pictures.

And this will give me

an opportunity

to explore the parallels

between the modern world of WWE

vs. Ancient warrior customs.

Besides, it beats another

weekend with grandpa dinkley

and his mysterious odor problem.

Scooby-Doo almost

got milked.

The hair didn't even grow back

in some places.

Ok, we'll go to WrestleMania.

Whoo-hoo!

WWE city, here we come.

Oh, boy.

Hee hee hee!

Here comes the flying

huna caruna off the top ropes.

Ha ha ha!

And it's countered

by Scooby's patented

corkscrew counter crunch.

Um, exactly how many more

play-by-play Scooby snack attacks

will we have to endure

before WWE city?

Like, we brought

everything we had.

Scooby and I need

to keep our energy up

so we can cheer like crazy

at the main event.

There's so many boxes

I can't even see the luggage.

Luggage?

You didn't pack the luggage?

Ruh-roh.

Of all the food-induced,

insane things

you two have done,

this absolutely takes the cake.

Mmm. Cake.

I mean it.

Like, what's the big deal?

We all wear the same

outfits every single day anyway.

Well, you gotta admit it,

he does have a point.

Hmph.

Hey, look.

Like, WWE city, next exit.

Hold the phone!

Looks like we're stuck.

There's a car coming.

Maybe they can help.

Well, now, this ain't

a good place for a breakdown.

Can we help you kids out?

John Cena.

Whoa.

Ok. Looks like you kids

ran into some trouble.

This ain't safe, champ.

We gotta keep moving.

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