Scooby Doo and the Robots Page #5

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outrace you tomorrow.

That trophy is...

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]:

You know what, Champ?

I think this is gonna be your final lap.

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[WHIMPERING]

Need a lift?

[LAUGHING]

[GIGGLING]

- Sandwich?

- Scoob, I'm driving a racecar.

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

Like, maybe just a bite.

DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]:

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 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 [OVER RADIO]: 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!

[MAN SCREAMING]

[SKELETON LAUGHING]

Come on, gang.

Let's get that scurrying skeleton.

Where did he go?

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 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.

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.

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