Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery (2014) Movie Script
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.
Calm down, cookie.
I'm just saying that it's
dangerous out here at night,
what with the bear trouble
and all.
That's why ruben,
my nephew here, and I
have been following
the superstars on their jogs.
Hi.
Well, these kids
aren't going anywhere
while their van is stuck.
This shouldn't take long.
Uh, what's he gonna do,
lift the van out of the ditch?
Scooby! Shaggy!
Cool.
I didn't know WWE superstars
were so hot.
Strong! I mean strong.
Grr!
Scooby, no!
Come back!
Scooby! Scooby!
Scoob, stop!
Aah!
Scooby-Doo,
where are you?
Zoinks!
A mo... a mo... monster!
Monster? Where?
Where?
Oh, scoob!
Ha ha ha!
You had me worried, pal.
- It's me.
- It's you.
Yikes!
What are you two doing
in my woods?
Um, leaving.
Cool down a bit, bayard.
The dog and the long haired
fella didn't mean to trespass.
They're just fans
come for the WWE.
They all come for that.
And the more they come,
the hungrier they make the beast.
The beast?
The beast called WWE city.
Every day it eats up
more and more of our land.
But not for long,
'cause there's a storm
a-coming,
and we're gonna watch it
blow you all out of here
like dead leaves.
Now, get off my property.
Oh, don't let old bayard
spook you.
He's not what you call
a people person.
Still, it's not right.
Can I make it up to you
by offering you some vip seats
at our live event tonight?
Would you be interested?
Would we?
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to WWE.
Uhh!
Ahh!
Uhh!
Like, pinch me,
I think I'm dreaming.
Ow!
I'm not dreaming.
Boy, what an exciting tag team
match we have here tonight.
The big show and Alberto del Rio
are up against sin Cara
and John Cena.
And Cena wastes no time
delivering an elbow to big show.
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Big show with a chop.
And del Rio blindsides Cena.
That was a dirty move.
And I think the ref agrees.
Oh, my goodness, sin Cara's up.
And he delivers high-flying
justice to del Rio.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Heh heh heh!
And it looks like
the end for Cena.
But somehow Cena reverses.
He's got big show up.
Oh, no!
Look out!
That was my favorite table.
Del Rio's up.
But he walks right into
Cena's sidewalk slam.
And the crowd goes wild.
But wait, big show's back.
With a picnic table?
Where did he get a picnic table?
Oh, the humanity.
I don't see anything in the rules
about the use of furniture.
It's a show, velma.
It's sin Cara to the rescue
with a tilt-a-whirl.
And it's a takedown
of the big show.
Oh!
Whoo-hoo!
- W!
- W!
Best move ever.
Cena gathers his...
Well, I can't say I'm bored.
And here it comes.
You can't see me.
Cena's vintage
5 knuckle shuffle.
Let's go, cena!
Let's go, cena!
Whoo! Whoo-hoo! Yay!
With incredible strength,
cena takes big show to the top ropes.
An avalanche.
Attitude adjustment.
Into the cover.
1, 2, 3!
It's over!
Cena for the win.
Yeah! Yeah, man!
Amazing, dude!
Tonight's tag team winners,
John cena and sin Cara.
Oh, cena!
My gosh, you're wonderful.
No chance,
that's what you got
Welcome, fans.
You should be excited
because I'm about to lay on you
something very heavy...
our very own WWE
championship belt.
Ahh.
Yes, it's solid gold,
encrusted with priceless
gems and jewels,
but any WWE superstar will tell
you it's not about the glitter.
The championship belt
represents honor, respect,
hard work, dedication,
the very soul of WWE.
As you know, ever since Kane's WWE
championship match was overturned,
this championship belt
has been held vacant.
And so it shall remain
until a true champion rises up
and proves themself worthy
this weekend in the main event
at WrestleMania.
Did you know that
a golden ceremonial prize
was customary at ancient games
for thousands of years?
No, velma.
Thank you.
Oh, it's a text from John cena,
thanking me personally
for all the cheering.
That's a keeper.
When did you give cena
your phone number?
Oh, when I gave him my email,
my home address, and my scarf size.
Hey, why don't you crazy kids join
us at the training camp tonight?
It's something to see.
WWE training camp?
How'd you like sin Cara's
convertible?
Like, it's a real
muscle machine.
Here we are, guys.
WWE's rock yard,
where the pros train
for greatness.
Ahh!
Uhh!
Look!
It's sergeant slaughter.
Like, zowie!
There's Jerry "the king" lawler.
And Jimmy hart.
Here at camp,
we even have our own
24-hour restaurant.
It's like home.
More like paradise.
Ha ha ha!
Is that the championship belt?
That's right, carved
into the Mountain.
A prize set in stone
and the dream of
every superstar.
Mr. sin Cara, could we
stop for a second?
Uhh!
Uhh!
Sweet.
Way to go, ruben.
That was a nice job.
Yeah, nice move, Ruby.
Yeah, funktastic, baby.
Like, wow, I didn't know
your nephew dude
was a superstar.
That's what he'd like to think.
I'd better get you all
settled into your cabins.
Up ahead on the left, sin Cara.
I can't believe shaggy and Scooby
left all our luggage behind.
Now all I have
are these two scarves.
Which do you think
John would like better?
Seriously?
Seriously.
Be honest.
The one on the right.
My thoughts exactly.
I don't understand,
Uncle cookie.
It's just not fair.
You know I'm good.
I know you know I'm good.
Why won't you help me
get into WWE?
Somebody's got to put
some sense into you.
Do you think I built this brace
because it looks good?
All it takes is one accident
to put you out of contention.
Maybe I'll be luckier.
Maybe not.
You have to be practical.
You should keep going
to your computer classes.
Computers, that's
the ticket, Ruby.
Poor ruben.
I feel sorry for him.
It's understandable.
Ruben represents the heroic male
aspiring to the stature
of decorated warrior.
His journey is relatable,
and therefore appealing to a wide audience.
Velma, has it ever
occurred to you
that maybe WWE isn't something
you can scientifically explain?
Don't be silly, Daphne.
Science and logic
explain everything.
Hey, like, the most
awesome thing about WWE?
You get all the food
you can eat.
Yeah. All the food.
Big day tomorrow.
Cookie said we get to see
some superstars training.
I want to grab
some wicked action shots.
Come on, lights out, you two.
Okie doke, Fred.
Sweet dreams, scoob.
You, too, Raggy.
All the food.
Food.
All the food.
Food, food, food, food,
food, food, food, food.
Food, food, food, food,
food, food, food, food.
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's get ready
to Scooby-Doo!
You want to take me on?
Bring it.
Ahh!
Ahh!
Uhh.
Oh, yeah?
Prepare to become
a Scooby snack.
Scoob.
Scooby-Doo.
Hmm?
Like, dude, what are you doing
with that bear?
Hmm?
Aah!
Zoinks!
Really?
Aah!
Uhh!
Ooh!
Aah!
Back off, ugly.
Time to call your mama.
Aah! Ooh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Not funky.
Shaggy! Scooby!
Are you ok?
Ghost... Ghost bear.
Then it's true.
What's true, cookie?
The legend.
The monster has returned
from the grave.
Vicious, the ghost bear
has come to challenge us all.
Oh.
Well, gang, sounds like we have
another mystery on our hands?
Assault, battery,
property damage.
Ghost bear!
What the heck is going on?
And what are you kids doing
in WWE city anyway?
- We won a contest.
- We won a contest.
Don't look at me, Richards.
You sent out that memo.
The victory dance contest.
Oh, that's right.
That wasn't my idea.
Boys over in marketing
or game development.
One of those.
Who can keep things straight
with all these bear attacks
going on?
There have been others?
Indeed. Several.
All of them inside
our buildings.
The creature trashed the kitchen
and totally obliterated
our video game studio.
And as quickly as it appears,
it disappears.
I'm telling you, it's the ghost.
An evil from beyond the grave.
Let's try to remain calm here.
We don't want to jump
to any crazy conclusions.
- Mr. McMahon.
- Mr. McMahon.
Like, in the flesh.
I can't believe I'm
actually face to face
with Vinnie Mac.
- The boss.
- The higher power.
- The Mac attack.
- The Mac daddy.
Daddy Mac.
Yes. Ahem. Thanks
for that trip down memory Lane.
Let me cut to the chase.
I've been doing a little
research on you kids.
You're some kind of
mystery solvers.
We could really use
your help here.
Gee, Mr. McMahon,
we'd be glad to.
My main concern is
the championship belt.
Not only is it worth a fortune,
but WrestleMania wouldn't
be the same without it.
Excuse me, sir,
but we don't need
these kids meddling
in security matters.
I promise the championship belt
is well guarded 24/7
with a state-of-the-art electronic
laser trip wire alarm system.
There's no way the bear
could get to it
without tripping a beam
and setting off an alarm
that would bring in half
my security men within seconds.
I understand, Richards,
but it couldn't hurt to have
these kids lend a hand.
It's what we do.
You mind if I help?
- Um...
- great idea, John.
Awesome. Because I think there's
someone you should talk to.
Sin Cara?
He knows the legend
of the bear better than anyone.
Like, why is he hanging out
on the roof?
Sin Cara has a flair for drama.
- Ahh.
- Ahh.
But does he even talk?
He doesn't have to.
Luckily, I speak
masked luchador.
I'll translate as best I can.
The legend of the ghost bear
begins 100 years ago
when a monstrous bear was
part of a traveling show.
They named him vicious.
And for good reason.
The creature had a mean streak
a mile wide
and twice as ugly.
It'd never been beaten, ever.
Till it met...
Sin Cara Grande,
sin Cara's great great
great grandfather.
He challenged the bear
on this very spot
long before there was
ever a WWE city.
The battle between
man and bear was epic.
The bear was a horrible,
unstoppable beast.
But when the match was over,
it was the man
standing victorious.
The bear could not
contain its anger.
He unleashed his rage
on the town.
Many lives would have been
lost that day
had it not been for the brave
luchador sin Cara Grande.
While saving those
innocent townfolk,
he was injured.
Sin Cara Grande would
never wrestle again.
And the bear?
It escaped into the woods,
disappearing into a cave
north of town,
never to be seen again.
Until now.
Sin Cara believes
the spirit of the beast
has been stirred by
WrestleMania itself,
which is why the monster
has risen from the grave
to have its revenge.
But fear not.
It is now sin Cara's
honor and duty
to continue his great great
great grandfather's legacy
and protect WWE city
at any cost.
- Wow.
- That's amazing, dude.
I have half a mind
to go out in the woods,
find that bear,
and rip its head off.
I don't know, triple H,
he's awfully tough.
I think we should
stick together.
What do you think, Miz?
Stick together.
I can't believe
you two are still hungry
after the meal we had.
This is just a late night snack.
- Right, scoob?
- Right. Helps us sleep.
Man, if you guys' muscles
were as big as your appetites,
you'd both be superstars.
Like, fredster, don't you
want to join the pizzapalooza?
Eh, no, thanks.
I thought I'd patrol
with the guards,
maybe get a picture
of the ghost bear.
I'll lock the door after me.
Like, to keep the bear out?
To keep Scooby in.
Good idea.
Like, don't worry, Freddy,
the faster we eat...
the faster we fall asleep.
Ahh!
Yah!
Like, is something wrong,
Ms. Richards?
Indeed, there is.
The WWE championship belt
has been stolen.
And we know who did it.
Your dog.
Uh, but that's ridiculous.
Scooby-Doo's been in here
with me all night.
Isn't that right, old pal?
That's right.
Oh?
I saw that.
Uh-uh, nothing
to see here.
Just me in bed.
You, sir... uh, dog,
are a thief.
But, Ms. Richards, Scooby
couldn't have taken the belt.
He's never stolen anything
in his whole life.
Yeah, never.
I have proof right here.
Last night's security footage.
Take a look.
Ooh. Uhh.
I... I... I did steal it.
Say it ain't true,
Scooby-Doo.
Hold on a second.
Is there something strange
about Scooby?
You really want us
to answer that?
Yep, this is the
championship belt all right.
I'd know it anywhere.
Take it.
And we'll be taking
the thief with us as well.
No! Don't let them
take me, Raggy.
No!
I won't, pal.
Hang on.
Don't let them take me, Raggy.
I'm innocent.
Jinkies! That's it.
Come on, we've got to work fast
if we're going to save Scooby.
All right, kids.
What's going on here?
Thanks for coming,
Mr. McMahon.
We've asked you all here
to show you
that our Scooby isn't a thief.
He's just a pawn.
Allow me.
Here's the security video of
Scooby as he was taking the belt.
And here's the video file
of Scooby
doing his winning victory dance
from the memory card
of shaggy's video game.
Yeah, that's a funkadactal move.
Is there a point to any of this?
Watch as we slow down
the victory dance.
It's the same movement.
Scooby was programmed
with a post-hypnotic suggestion
to steal the championship belt.
Like, that's why he's been
sleep walking since he got here.
Ohh. Yeah.
And just how did the dog get
this post-hypnotic programming?
My guess is from
the video game itself.
May I?
I'm connecting shaggy's
WWE video game file
to the tron screen.
See, someone highlighted
every move with light flashes.
Flashes which could have planted
a post-hypnotic suggestion
in Scooby's brain.
Pbblt. Yeah, there's
a plant in my brain.
Nice hacks, ruben.
That's my nephew.
He's a computer genius.
Listen, kids, as compelling
as this theory might be,
I'm still a guy that likes
to look at the facts.
And the fact is, he stole it.
And he's going to jail for it.
Jail?
And it was your video game,
so you're going with him...
as his accomplice.
Accomplice? I'm no accomplice!
I'm not even sure
I know what that means!
Miss Richards,
isn't there something we can do
to prevent that?
- No!
- Actually, yes there is.
- Whatever it is...
- We'll do it.
WWE city law states
that anyone accused of a crime
can compete in the ring for a
chance to win their freedom.
I have the power
to give you that chance.
But I have only
one competitor left
who is looking for a match.
- Kane!
- Kane!
I want another shot
at the title.
Looks like I'll have
to go through you two to get it.
I accept the challenge.
Like, you know, scoob,
I hear prison food
isn't that bad.
No!
You want a chance to prove
your innocence in the ring.
They accept the challenge,
Mr. McMahon.
Miss Richards, release
these two so they can prepare.
Unless they can prove
their innocence,
their match with Kane
will kick off WrestleMania
tomorrow night.
Like, velma, are you crazy?!
Yeah! We can't fight Kane.
Look, guys,
pull yourselves together.
I need you to buy us some time if
we're going to solve this mystery,
and clear Scooby's name.
I don't know, velma,
we only have until tomorrow
before shaggy and Scooby
get slaughtered.
Hello! Thanks, Fred.
They're going to need
a whole lot longer than a day
to learn how to compete
in the ring.
- Could you help them, cookie?
- Please?
Yeah, yeah, please,
please, please!
Oh-ho-ho, please, cookie!
Eh, well, maybe I can
train 'em enough
so they might survive...
Ooh!
For a few minutes.
AJ, you want to help me here?
Sure, cookie.
Hi, boys.
I heard you could use
some practice sessions.
Wouldn't want those
itty bitty whiskers to get bent.
Like, Scooby-Doo,
you know, this may not
be so bad after all.
Aahh!
Never underestimate a diva.
- Let's light it up
- light it up, light it up
let's light it up
let's light it up
- light it up, light it up
let's light it up like the night, like
the diamonds I see shining in your eyes
light it up, light it up
let's light it up
let's light up
- light it up tonight
let's light it up like the night, like
the diamonds I see shining in your eyes
in your eyes, in your eyes,
in your eyes, in your eyes
in your eyes, in your eyes
something about the night
is magic, I can't explain
every time the sun goes down,
I feel everything change
Feel my temperate rage
every night,
a brand new page, yeah
let's light up
- light it up, light it up
let's light it up
You ok, ruben?
No, I'm not ok.
I don't understand
why my Uncle is willing to train
shaggy and Scooby and not me.
Just because he never won
a championship
doesn't mean I can't.
Sorry.
See, it's just because
all my life,
I've dreamed of being
a WWE superstar.
I've even come up with my own name...
the bone bender.
I got an outfit I made out
of spandex and bones.
Real bones I ordered
off the Internet.
Want to see?
- Well, maybe later.
- Daphne?
You got to hide us!
AJ's like Kane, with lipstick!
Hey, gang, we got maps
of the whole area.
And I found the perfect place to start
looking for clues about the ghost bear.
Scooby, shaggy.
Where you boys hiding?
Like, what are we waiting for?
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Like, wouldn't it be better
to clear our names
than to go, you know,
bear hunting?
That's just it, shaggy.
I can't help thinking
that whoever framed Scooby is
somehow connected to the ghost bear.
Keep it down.
We don't want to attract bayard.
You mean the hillbilly
with the thieving raccoon?
Yeah. Their cave
is right on his property.
Can't say I didn't warn 'em.
Zoinks!
- Aroo?
- Run!
Run!
Scoob!
Aah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-ah!
Oh! Ooh, hoo, whoa-ho!
- Aah!
- Huh?!
Like, that was amazing!
Cen-amazing!
How'd you know where we were?
- Daphne texted me.
- Mmm.
Naturally.
What's going on?
Hillbilly hospitality.
We should keep moving.
Come on,
I'll explain on the way.
This is it, guys.
Bear cave.
Come on, follow me.
Now, that's rich.
Those dummies
just walked into a trap
that's better
than any I could make.
Bet you that was
the original bear.
He doesn't look so vicious now.
How long do you think
he's been there?
Who cares, as long
as he stays there.
Yeah!
Like, man,
what is this crazy place?
My guess? The lair
of the ghost bear.
Like, he has a lot of junk
for a ghost... or a bear.
Not junk.
Clues!
What are those?
Books on hypnotism.
Hypnotic techniques
and subliminal hypnosis.
- Jackpot!
- Ohh!
I think we just found
our first piece of evidence
to get you guys
off the hook with Kane.
Evidence! Whoo-hoo-hoo!
We love evidence.
- Mwah!
- Hey, gang.
Check this out.
Schematics for EMP.
What's an EMP?
What's a schematic?
An EMP
is an electromagnetic pulse.
It's a device that can destroy
electronics within its range.
Urghh!
Look what I found.
This calendar has the date
for WrestleMania circled in red.
R.I.P. WWE.
Fred!
Evidence photos, velma.
Can't have an investigation
without evidence photos.
So someone thinks they're going to
knock the lights out on WrestleMania?
Not on my watch!
John!
Gh-gh-ghost bear!
Run!
Yikes!
Ohh!
Whoa!
Ohhh!
Ah-ah-aaah!
Huh?!
We're right back
where we started!
Jinkies!
And so's the ghost bear!
Where are the boys?!
We got to get the evidence!
Don't worry, shaggy.
I still have the photos.
Yeah!
No!
- Yoinks!
- Ahh!
Guys, hold on to something.
Aah... ohh?
Ohh!
Ah. Huh?
Boom!
Epic!
Ah, enough already!
Hey! Over there!
Huh?
Hey! What do you know?
The caves are connected
directly to the storm drains
under WWE city.
Giving that ghost bear
full access at any time.
So you see, Richards,
that's how the ghost bear
gets in and out of so many
places so quickly.
And we have reason to believe that
whoever's behind these bear attacks,
has planted an EMP device
right here in the stadium.
He could shut down
the whole place
right in the middle
of WrestleMania.
We shouldn't take any risks.
We'll have to cancel the show.
We can't cancel WrestleMania!
That's like canceling Christmas.
Not to mention my career.
Besides, what could anyone gain
but shutting off the lights?
Not only the lights,
but the TV cameras, too.
There'd be no show.
People would panic
in the pitch black.
They'd get hurt!
You're right, sin Cara.
It would tarnish
the entire legacy of WWE.
Listen. I'll have my men
guard the stadium's
generators 24/7.
They'll check every square inch
of the building
right before the show.
No one's going to get away
with anything under my watch.
One way or another,
WrestleMania goes on.
If the object of the EMP
is to create chaos,
you can bet that ghost bear is not
going to be far away when it happens.
I think we all know
what we need to do.
Run away?
Nope. We've got to turn
WrestleMania into a trap.
A big bear trap.
Whatever you plan, Fred,
count me in.
Come on, then.
We don't have much time.
Ladies and gentlemen,
announcing a new match
for tonight's event.
Kane vs. Skinny man
and dead meat.
Like, do you think maybe the
gang has solved the mystery yet?
Because there's no mysteries
to where we're going.
Yeah. To the hospital.
No. The morgue!
Come on, guys,
you got to have confidence.
You have to get up there
and give it your all!
If you don't hold back;
If you battle with your heart and soul,
if you give everything
you've got,
then you'll not only
survive this, you could win!
Nice knowin' ya.
Hey, uh...
Break a leg, you two.
Ooh! If we're lucky.
Whoo-hoo!
Let the games begin!
Bring on the pain train!
Whoo!
This is going to be great!
Yeah!
So awesome!
Everybody in position?
Check.
Sin Cara's ready.
And so am I.
Triple H?
Ready out here.
No chance
that's what you got
Welcome to WrestleMania!
Allow me to show you
why we're all here...
bring it up.
The WWE championship belt.
The superstar who wins
tonight's main event
will be the new WWE champion.
Jinkies! That's it. Fred,
I know where the electromagnetic
pulse device is.
Tonight's first match
is a big one, folks.
We have the newcomers,
skinny man and dead meat.
- Ohh!
- Ohh!
They'll be facing
the meanest competitor
in and out of the ring.
Back for revenge,
determined to destroy anyone
between him and the title.
I give you the big, red monster.
Kane!
This is a last man
standing match.
The superstar who's unable
to answer a ten count
after being knocked down
is declared the loser.
Come on, scoob, we got...
we got to keep it together!
Oh... oh... K!
After Kane is finished
with skinny man and dead meat,
we'll be scraping them
off the mat with a spatula.
And there's the bell.
Kane explodes across the ring.
Oh! There goes any chance
for a fair match.
Skinny man and dead meat...
slam into the big red monster.
Certainly that blow
can only increase Kane's fury.
Ohh!
Miss Richards, you have to open the
safe and check the championship belt!
Are you crazy? Look,
I checked the entire stadium
for your electro-whatumacalit.
It's not here!
It's right there.
Impossible.
If only I had a magnet
to prove it.
Wow! Where did you get that?
Luchadores... always
ready for anything.
Ok. Miss Richards,
this magnet will prove
that your championship belt
isn't gold.
Because if it sticks...
Then it's made of iron
and it's a fake.
Caught in the clenches of Kane,
the newcomers are done for.
Whoa!
The bounce out of the ring
offers skinny man and dead meat
a chance for escape...
but look at this!
Kane has just taken
the match under the ring.
It's bedlam down below!
- Huh?!
- Ahh!
Not again!
Somebody get me another desk
out here, please.
Ha ha!
Jinkies! The EMP
is about to go off.
We'll never get it
far enough away.
The arena power generator
is right below us.
I've got to warn everyone.
I have an idea.
Hold this and let go when I say.
Right... Ok.
Now!
Eeh!
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Huh? Whoa!
Huh? What's going on?
What happened?
What happened to the TV?!
Oh, man, this is awful!
Who turned out the lights?
Ok, guys, it's here.
The fans are starting to panic.
Plan B. Here we go.
Whoo-hoo! Nice throw!
We can see!
Let there be light!
Funkadelic.
Part of the show?
That was just part
of the show! I was worried.
- I'm fine now.
- I'm ok!
Scooby! You can do it.
You know all the right moves.
- I do?
- Yeah!
From the video game.
I trust the massive power
of your superstar-tastic
dance moves.
Just pretend you're playing
the video game.
I can do this.
I can do this!
That a boy, scoob!
Huh?!
Whoa!
Ghost bear sighted.
Good. He's here.
Just like we thought he'd be.
The lights are starting to go.
Don't worry... Fred's on it.
Triple H.
Ok, guys,
hit the generators.
Huh?
After a mysterious blackout,
we're somehow back on the air.
Hey! Dead meat's not dead yet.
Wow, look at that doggy move.
Go, dead meat!
Freddy, go!
Plan C.
Hey, smokey!
Where's the fire?
Prepare to face the wrath
of the bone bender!
Is that a bear?!
Like, zoinks!
Is that ruben?
Ruben, no!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Ohhh!
I don't believe it, folks.
Kane has been flattened,
and a new competitor has entered the ring.
But wait! Someone
has activated the cage.
Sin Cara and John cena
are leaping into the ring.
It's a cage match!
Like, we're all doomed!
Don't worry, shaggy.
I'll protect you.
The mysterious new competitor
attacks the bear from behind,
creating a distraction
for cena to make a move.
But this powerful creature
turns the tables on them both.
Now sin Cara stands alone.
The fearless luchador attacks.
He glides around the bear
like lightning.
The bear
can't even touch sin Cara.
Ladies and gentlemen, I haven't seen
moves like this in the ring before.
Sin Cara delivers
a stunning blow to the bear
while John cena
recovers on the mat.
He's going after the bear.
Cena is lifting the bear
over his head.
And the bear is down.
- Yeah!
- Yay!
Yes!
What's that, bear, what's that?
You can't see me!
Ladies and gentlemen,
here it is.
Cena's vintage
five knuckle shuffle.
It's lights out
for this big, bad bear.
This match is over.
Yay! Yay!
Cena and sin Cara
going for a tandem pin.
Impossible!
Huh?
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Scooby-Doo, where are you?!
This looks bad for skinny man.
But wait,
what is dead meat up to?
Dead meat has revived Kane.
The big, red monster has risen.
Never before have we seen
a stand-off like this.
It's monster vs. Monster
inside the cage at WrestleMania.
Who will survive
this supernatural match-up?
Who will be victorious
in this paranormal pandemonium?
Kane drives the bear back
with a stunning blow.
The bear hits the mat.
Kane pins down its leg.
A new competitor,
John cena and sin Cara
pile onto the powerful creature,
but they can
barely hold it down.
Scooby-Doo, it's up to you!
Only dead meat can tip
the balance now.
Can he do it?
Can dead meat save the day?
Scooby Doobie Doo!
Dead meat just delivered
a gut-wrenching belly bomb
and flattened the ring
and exploded the cage!
The dust is clearing now.
The bear is out cold.
Dead meat wins it!
Whoo!
Dead meat!
That bear is toast!
You ok, Velm?
This... Is... Awesome!
Whoo-hoo!
Now let's see
who this ghost bear really is.
- Cookie?!
- Cookie?!
- Cookie?!
- Uncle cookie!
Why?
WWE is your life.
WWE was his life,
but sadly, your Uncle cookie
never got the glory...
And his injury
put him out of the spotlight.
Permanently.
He started to truly resent WWE
because he knew he could
never be the champion
he always dreamed of being.
That resentment grew into
hatred over the years,
as he trained others to be
what he could not.
That's when he developed
his plan for revenge.
But that wouldn't be enough.
He needed a pawn to steal
the championship belt.
That's when he devised the idea
of hacking into a video game
and placing post-hypnotic
suggestions into it.
That game would become
part of a contest,
which cookie set up with fake
emails he sent throughout WWE.
That's why he used the bear to
attack your video game studio.
To cover his tracks.
The contest assured
that only the most skilled pawn
would arrive at WWE city
to aid in the theft.
Cookie then used flashing lights to activate
Scooby's post-hypnotic programming.
When cookie identified the belt in
Scooby's bed as the championship belt,
he was lying.
He'd already switched them.
With Scooby taking the blame,
cookie was free to carry out
his ultimate plan.
Which was to turn out the lights,
and with the help of the bear,
create so much
panic and injury...
That WrestleMania
would be completely ruined
and WWE would never recover.
But thanks to Fred here,
we got the lights back on pretty quick.
Good work!
Ah, um, thanks.
And the real championship
belt, where is it now?
Elementary,
my dear Mr. McMahon.
Cookie's wearing it.
Sorry, cookie.
But the championship belt isn't
for cheaters, it's for champions.
Good call,
hiring these kids, sir.
I thought they might
come in handy.
Just get cookie out of here!
Yes, sir, will do, sir, you bet.
A championship belt was the
icing on the cake, Mr. McMahon.
Cookie could live off its golden
jewels for the rest of his life.
Boo!
And I would have
gotten away with it, too,
if it weren't
for you meddling kids
and your giant, crazy dog!
I guess after what
my Uncle's done,
you won't be wanting me
around anymore.
- Not so, Ruby.
- You're one of us now.
You got the funk, son!
That's right, ruben. You've shown
a superstar spirit in the ring,
and at the computer.
You've earned a place with us
in whatever you want to do.
The choice is yours.
Thanks, Mr. McMahon.
Now that we have
the real championship belt,
it needs to be awarded
to true champions.
And after what I've seen
tonight, they're right here.
Skinny man and dead meat!
- Really?
- Huh?
Well done.
Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo! Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo! Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo! Scooby-Doo!
Scooby Doobie Doo!
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.
Calm down, cookie.
I'm just saying that it's
dangerous out here at night,
what with the bear trouble
and all.
That's why ruben,
my nephew here, and I
have been following
the superstars on their jogs.
Hi.
Well, these kids
aren't going anywhere
while their van is stuck.
This shouldn't take long.
Uh, what's he gonna do,
lift the van out of the ditch?
Scooby! Shaggy!
Cool.
I didn't know WWE superstars
were so hot.
Strong! I mean strong.
Grr!
Scooby, no!
Come back!
Scooby! Scooby!
Scoob, stop!
Aah!
Scooby-Doo,
where are you?
Zoinks!
A mo... a mo... monster!
Monster? Where?
Where?
Oh, scoob!
Ha ha ha!
You had me worried, pal.
- It's me.
- It's you.
Yikes!
What are you two doing
in my woods?
Um, leaving.
Cool down a bit, bayard.
The dog and the long haired
fella didn't mean to trespass.
They're just fans
come for the WWE.
They all come for that.
And the more they come,
the hungrier they make the beast.
The beast?
The beast called WWE city.
Every day it eats up
more and more of our land.
But not for long,
'cause there's a storm
a-coming,
and we're gonna watch it
blow you all out of here
like dead leaves.
Now, get off my property.
Oh, don't let old bayard
spook you.
He's not what you call
a people person.
Still, it's not right.
Can I make it up to you
by offering you some vip seats
at our live event tonight?
Would you be interested?
Would we?
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to WWE.
Uhh!
Ahh!
Uhh!
Like, pinch me,
I think I'm dreaming.
Ow!
I'm not dreaming.
Boy, what an exciting tag team
match we have here tonight.
The big show and Alberto del Rio
are up against sin Cara
and John Cena.
And Cena wastes no time
delivering an elbow to big show.
Whoo-hoo! Yes!
Big show with a chop.
And del Rio blindsides Cena.
That was a dirty move.
And I think the ref agrees.
Oh, my goodness, sin Cara's up.
And he delivers high-flying
justice to del Rio.
- Whoo-hoo!
- Heh heh heh!
And it looks like
the end for Cena.
But somehow Cena reverses.
He's got big show up.
Oh, no!
Look out!
That was my favorite table.
Del Rio's up.
But he walks right into
Cena's sidewalk slam.
And the crowd goes wild.
But wait, big show's back.
With a picnic table?
Where did he get a picnic table?
Oh, the humanity.
I don't see anything in the rules
about the use of furniture.
It's a show, velma.
It's sin Cara to the rescue
with a tilt-a-whirl.
And it's a takedown
of the big show.
Oh!
Whoo-hoo!
- W!
- W!
Best move ever.
Cena gathers his...
Well, I can't say I'm bored.
And here it comes.
You can't see me.
Cena's vintage
5 knuckle shuffle.
Let's go, cena!
Let's go, cena!
Whoo! Whoo-hoo! Yay!
With incredible strength,
cena takes big show to the top ropes.
An avalanche.
Attitude adjustment.
Into the cover.
1, 2, 3!
It's over!
Cena for the win.
Yeah! Yeah, man!
Amazing, dude!
Tonight's tag team winners,
John cena and sin Cara.
Oh, cena!
My gosh, you're wonderful.
No chance,
that's what you got
Welcome, fans.
You should be excited
because I'm about to lay on you
something very heavy...
our very own WWE
championship belt.
Ahh.
Yes, it's solid gold,
encrusted with priceless
gems and jewels,
but any WWE superstar will tell
you it's not about the glitter.
The championship belt
represents honor, respect,
hard work, dedication,
the very soul of WWE.
As you know, ever since Kane's WWE
championship match was overturned,
this championship belt
has been held vacant.
And so it shall remain
until a true champion rises up
and proves themself worthy
this weekend in the main event
at WrestleMania.
Did you know that
a golden ceremonial prize
was customary at ancient games
for thousands of years?
No, velma.
Thank you.
Oh, it's a text from John cena,
thanking me personally
for all the cheering.
That's a keeper.
When did you give cena
your phone number?
Oh, when I gave him my email,
my home address, and my scarf size.
Hey, why don't you crazy kids join
us at the training camp tonight?
It's something to see.
WWE training camp?
How'd you like sin Cara's
convertible?
Like, it's a real
muscle machine.
Here we are, guys.
WWE's rock yard,
where the pros train
for greatness.
Ahh!
Uhh!
Look!
It's sergeant slaughter.
Like, zowie!
There's Jerry "the king" lawler.
And Jimmy hart.
Here at camp,
we even have our own
24-hour restaurant.
It's like home.
More like paradise.
Ha ha ha!
Is that the championship belt?
That's right, carved
into the Mountain.
A prize set in stone
and the dream of
every superstar.
Mr. sin Cara, could we
stop for a second?
Uhh!
Uhh!
Sweet.
Way to go, ruben.
That was a nice job.
Yeah, nice move, Ruby.
Yeah, funktastic, baby.
Like, wow, I didn't know
your nephew dude
was a superstar.
That's what he'd like to think.
I'd better get you all
settled into your cabins.
Up ahead on the left, sin Cara.
I can't believe shaggy and Scooby
left all our luggage behind.
Now all I have
are these two scarves.
Which do you think
John would like better?
Seriously?
Seriously.
Be honest.
The one on the right.
My thoughts exactly.
I don't understand,
Uncle cookie.
It's just not fair.
You know I'm good.
I know you know I'm good.
Why won't you help me
get into WWE?
Somebody's got to put
some sense into you.
Do you think I built this brace
because it looks good?
All it takes is one accident
to put you out of contention.
Maybe I'll be luckier.
Maybe not.
You have to be practical.
You should keep going
to your computer classes.
Computers, that's
the ticket, Ruby.
Poor ruben.
I feel sorry for him.
It's understandable.
Ruben represents the heroic male
aspiring to the stature
of decorated warrior.
His journey is relatable,
and therefore appealing to a wide audience.
Velma, has it ever
occurred to you
that maybe WWE isn't something
you can scientifically explain?
Don't be silly, Daphne.
Science and logic
explain everything.
Hey, like, the most
awesome thing about WWE?
You get all the food
you can eat.
Yeah. All the food.
Big day tomorrow.
Cookie said we get to see
some superstars training.
I want to grab
some wicked action shots.
Come on, lights out, you two.
Okie doke, Fred.
Sweet dreams, scoob.
You, too, Raggy.
All the food.
Food.
All the food.
Food, food, food, food,
food, food, food, food.
Food, food, food, food,
food, food, food, food.
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's get ready
to Scooby-Doo!
You want to take me on?
Bring it.
Ahh!
Ahh!
Uhh.
Oh, yeah?
Prepare to become
a Scooby snack.
Scoob.
Scooby-Doo.
Hmm?
Like, dude, what are you doing
with that bear?
Hmm?
Aah!
Zoinks!
Really?
Aah!
Uhh!
Ooh!
Aah!
Back off, ugly.
Time to call your mama.
Aah! Ooh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Not funky.
Shaggy! Scooby!
Are you ok?
Ghost... Ghost bear.
Then it's true.
What's true, cookie?
The legend.
The monster has returned
from the grave.
Vicious, the ghost bear
has come to challenge us all.
Oh.
Well, gang, sounds like we have
another mystery on our hands?
Assault, battery,
property damage.
Ghost bear!
What the heck is going on?
And what are you kids doing
in WWE city anyway?
- We won a contest.
- We won a contest.
Don't look at me, Richards.
You sent out that memo.
The victory dance contest.
Oh, that's right.
That wasn't my idea.
Boys over in marketing
or game development.
One of those.
Who can keep things straight
with all these bear attacks
going on?
There have been others?
Indeed. Several.
All of them inside
our buildings.
The creature trashed the kitchen
and totally obliterated
our video game studio.
And as quickly as it appears,
it disappears.
I'm telling you, it's the ghost.
An evil from beyond the grave.
Let's try to remain calm here.
We don't want to jump
to any crazy conclusions.
- Mr. McMahon.
- Mr. McMahon.
Like, in the flesh.
I can't believe I'm
actually face to face
with Vinnie Mac.
- The boss.
- The higher power.
- The Mac attack.
- The Mac daddy.
Daddy Mac.
Yes. Ahem. Thanks
for that trip down memory Lane.
Let me cut to the chase.
I've been doing a little
research on you kids.
You're some kind of
mystery solvers.
We could really use
your help here.
Gee, Mr. McMahon,
we'd be glad to.
My main concern is
the championship belt.
Not only is it worth a fortune,
but WrestleMania wouldn't
be the same without it.
Excuse me, sir,
but we don't need
these kids meddling
in security matters.
I promise the championship belt
is well guarded 24/7
with a state-of-the-art electronic
laser trip wire alarm system.
There's no way the bear
could get to it
without tripping a beam
and setting off an alarm
that would bring in half
my security men within seconds.
I understand, Richards,
but it couldn't hurt to have
these kids lend a hand.
It's what we do.
You mind if I help?
- Um...
- great idea, John.
Awesome. Because I think there's
someone you should talk to.
Sin Cara?
He knows the legend
of the bear better than anyone.
Like, why is he hanging out
on the roof?
Sin Cara has a flair for drama.
- Ahh.
- Ahh.
But does he even talk?
He doesn't have to.
Luckily, I speak
masked luchador.
I'll translate as best I can.
The legend of the ghost bear
begins 100 years ago
when a monstrous bear was
part of a traveling show.
They named him vicious.
And for good reason.
The creature had a mean streak
a mile wide
and twice as ugly.
It'd never been beaten, ever.
Till it met...
Sin Cara Grande,
sin Cara's great great
great grandfather.
He challenged the bear
on this very spot
long before there was
ever a WWE city.
The battle between
man and bear was epic.
The bear was a horrible,
unstoppable beast.
But when the match was over,
it was the man
standing victorious.
The bear could not
contain its anger.
He unleashed his rage
on the town.
Many lives would have been
lost that day
had it not been for the brave
luchador sin Cara Grande.
While saving those
innocent townfolk,
he was injured.
Sin Cara Grande would
never wrestle again.
And the bear?
It escaped into the woods,
disappearing into a cave
north of town,
never to be seen again.
Until now.
Sin Cara believes
the spirit of the beast
has been stirred by
WrestleMania itself,
which is why the monster
has risen from the grave
to have its revenge.
But fear not.
It is now sin Cara's
honor and duty
to continue his great great
great grandfather's legacy
and protect WWE city
at any cost.
- Wow.
- That's amazing, dude.
I have half a mind
to go out in the woods,
find that bear,
and rip its head off.
I don't know, triple H,
he's awfully tough.
I think we should
stick together.
What do you think, Miz?
Stick together.
I can't believe
you two are still hungry
after the meal we had.
This is just a late night snack.
- Right, scoob?
- Right. Helps us sleep.
Man, if you guys' muscles
were as big as your appetites,
you'd both be superstars.
Like, fredster, don't you
want to join the pizzapalooza?
Eh, no, thanks.
I thought I'd patrol
with the guards,
maybe get a picture
of the ghost bear.
I'll lock the door after me.
Like, to keep the bear out?
To keep Scooby in.
Good idea.
Like, don't worry, Freddy,
the faster we eat...
the faster we fall asleep.
Ahh!
Yah!
Like, is something wrong,
Ms. Richards?
Indeed, there is.
The WWE championship belt
has been stolen.
And we know who did it.
Your dog.
Uh, but that's ridiculous.
Scooby-Doo's been in here
with me all night.
Isn't that right, old pal?
That's right.
Oh?
I saw that.
Uh-uh, nothing
to see here.
Just me in bed.
You, sir... uh, dog,
are a thief.
But, Ms. Richards, Scooby
couldn't have taken the belt.
He's never stolen anything
in his whole life.
Yeah, never.
I have proof right here.
Last night's security footage.
Take a look.
Ooh. Uhh.
I... I... I did steal it.
Say it ain't true,
Scooby-Doo.
Hold on a second.
Is there something strange
about Scooby?
You really want us
to answer that?
Yep, this is the
championship belt all right.
I'd know it anywhere.
Take it.
And we'll be taking
the thief with us as well.
No! Don't let them
take me, Raggy.
No!
I won't, pal.
Hang on.
Don't let them take me, Raggy.
I'm innocent.
Jinkies! That's it.
Come on, we've got to work fast
if we're going to save Scooby.
All right, kids.
What's going on here?
Thanks for coming,
Mr. McMahon.
We've asked you all here
to show you
that our Scooby isn't a thief.
He's just a pawn.
Allow me.
Here's the security video of
Scooby as he was taking the belt.
And here's the video file
of Scooby
doing his winning victory dance
from the memory card
of shaggy's video game.
Yeah, that's a funkadactal move.
Is there a point to any of this?
Watch as we slow down
the victory dance.
It's the same movement.
Scooby was programmed
with a post-hypnotic suggestion
to steal the championship belt.
Like, that's why he's been
sleep walking since he got here.
Ohh. Yeah.
And just how did the dog get
this post-hypnotic programming?
My guess is from
the video game itself.
May I?
I'm connecting shaggy's
WWE video game file
to the tron screen.
See, someone highlighted
every move with light flashes.
Flashes which could have planted
a post-hypnotic suggestion
in Scooby's brain.
Pbblt. Yeah, there's
a plant in my brain.
Nice hacks, ruben.
That's my nephew.
He's a computer genius.
Listen, kids, as compelling
as this theory might be,
I'm still a guy that likes
to look at the facts.
And the fact is, he stole it.
And he's going to jail for it.
Jail?
And it was your video game,
so you're going with him...
as his accomplice.
Accomplice? I'm no accomplice!
I'm not even sure
I know what that means!
Miss Richards,
isn't there something we can do
to prevent that?
- No!
- Actually, yes there is.
- Whatever it is...
- We'll do it.
WWE city law states
that anyone accused of a crime
can compete in the ring for a
chance to win their freedom.
I have the power
to give you that chance.
But I have only
one competitor left
who is looking for a match.
- Kane!
- Kane!
I want another shot
at the title.
Looks like I'll have
to go through you two to get it.
I accept the challenge.
Like, you know, scoob,
I hear prison food
isn't that bad.
No!
You want a chance to prove
your innocence in the ring.
They accept the challenge,
Mr. McMahon.
Miss Richards, release
these two so they can prepare.
Unless they can prove
their innocence,
their match with Kane
will kick off WrestleMania
tomorrow night.
Like, velma, are you crazy?!
Yeah! We can't fight Kane.
Look, guys,
pull yourselves together.
I need you to buy us some time if
we're going to solve this mystery,
and clear Scooby's name.
I don't know, velma,
we only have until tomorrow
before shaggy and Scooby
get slaughtered.
Hello! Thanks, Fred.
They're going to need
a whole lot longer than a day
to learn how to compete
in the ring.
- Could you help them, cookie?
- Please?
Yeah, yeah, please,
please, please!
Oh-ho-ho, please, cookie!
Eh, well, maybe I can
train 'em enough
so they might survive...
Ooh!
For a few minutes.
AJ, you want to help me here?
Sure, cookie.
Hi, boys.
I heard you could use
some practice sessions.
Wouldn't want those
itty bitty whiskers to get bent.
Like, Scooby-Doo,
you know, this may not
be so bad after all.
Aahh!
Never underestimate a diva.
- Let's light it up
- light it up, light it up
let's light it up
let's light it up
- light it up, light it up
let's light it up like the night, like
the diamonds I see shining in your eyes
light it up, light it up
let's light it up
let's light up
- light it up tonight
let's light it up like the night, like
the diamonds I see shining in your eyes
in your eyes, in your eyes,
in your eyes, in your eyes
in your eyes, in your eyes
something about the night
is magic, I can't explain
every time the sun goes down,
I feel everything change
Feel my temperate rage
every night,
a brand new page, yeah
let's light up
- light it up, light it up
let's light it up
You ok, ruben?
No, I'm not ok.
I don't understand
why my Uncle is willing to train
shaggy and Scooby and not me.
Just because he never won
a championship
doesn't mean I can't.
Sorry.
See, it's just because
all my life,
I've dreamed of being
a WWE superstar.
I've even come up with my own name...
the bone bender.
I got an outfit I made out
of spandex and bones.
Real bones I ordered
off the Internet.
Want to see?
- Well, maybe later.
- Daphne?
You got to hide us!
AJ's like Kane, with lipstick!
Hey, gang, we got maps
of the whole area.
And I found the perfect place to start
looking for clues about the ghost bear.
Scooby, shaggy.
Where you boys hiding?
Like, what are we waiting for?
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Like, wouldn't it be better
to clear our names
than to go, you know,
bear hunting?
That's just it, shaggy.
I can't help thinking
that whoever framed Scooby is
somehow connected to the ghost bear.
Keep it down.
We don't want to attract bayard.
You mean the hillbilly
with the thieving raccoon?
Yeah. Their cave
is right on his property.
Can't say I didn't warn 'em.
Zoinks!
- Aroo?
- Run!
Run!
Scoob!
Aah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-ah!
Oh! Ooh, hoo, whoa-ho!
- Aah!
- Huh?!
Like, that was amazing!
Cen-amazing!
How'd you know where we were?
- Daphne texted me.
- Mmm.
Naturally.
What's going on?
Hillbilly hospitality.
We should keep moving.
Come on,
I'll explain on the way.
This is it, guys.
Bear cave.
Come on, follow me.
Now, that's rich.
Those dummies
just walked into a trap
that's better
than any I could make.
Bet you that was
the original bear.
He doesn't look so vicious now.
How long do you think
he's been there?
Who cares, as long
as he stays there.
Yeah!
Like, man,
what is this crazy place?
My guess? The lair
of the ghost bear.
Like, he has a lot of junk
for a ghost... or a bear.
Not junk.
Clues!
What are those?
Books on hypnotism.
Hypnotic techniques
and subliminal hypnosis.
- Jackpot!
- Ohh!
I think we just found
our first piece of evidence
to get you guys
off the hook with Kane.
Evidence! Whoo-hoo-hoo!
We love evidence.
- Mwah!
- Hey, gang.
Check this out.
Schematics for EMP.
What's an EMP?
What's a schematic?
An EMP
is an electromagnetic pulse.
It's a device that can destroy
electronics within its range.
Urghh!
Look what I found.
This calendar has the date
for WrestleMania circled in red.
R.I.P. WWE.
Fred!
Evidence photos, velma.
Can't have an investigation
without evidence photos.
So someone thinks they're going to
knock the lights out on WrestleMania?
Not on my watch!
John!
Gh-gh-ghost bear!
Run!
Yikes!
Ohh!
Whoa!
Ohhh!
Ah-ah-aaah!
Huh?!
We're right back
where we started!
Jinkies!
And so's the ghost bear!
Where are the boys?!
We got to get the evidence!
Don't worry, shaggy.
I still have the photos.
Yeah!
No!
- Yoinks!
- Ahh!
Guys, hold on to something.
Aah... ohh?
Ohh!
Ah. Huh?
Boom!
Epic!
Ah, enough already!
Hey! Over there!
Huh?
Hey! What do you know?
The caves are connected
directly to the storm drains
under WWE city.
Giving that ghost bear
full access at any time.
So you see, Richards,
that's how the ghost bear
gets in and out of so many
places so quickly.
And we have reason to believe that
whoever's behind these bear attacks,
has planted an EMP device
right here in the stadium.
He could shut down
the whole place
right in the middle
of WrestleMania.
We shouldn't take any risks.
We'll have to cancel the show.
We can't cancel WrestleMania!
That's like canceling Christmas.
Not to mention my career.
Besides, what could anyone gain
but shutting off the lights?
Not only the lights,
but the TV cameras, too.
There'd be no show.
People would panic
in the pitch black.
They'd get hurt!
You're right, sin Cara.
It would tarnish
the entire legacy of WWE.
Listen. I'll have my men
guard the stadium's
generators 24/7.
They'll check every square inch
of the building
right before the show.
No one's going to get away
with anything under my watch.
One way or another,
WrestleMania goes on.
If the object of the EMP
is to create chaos,
you can bet that ghost bear is not
going to be far away when it happens.
I think we all know
what we need to do.
Run away?
Nope. We've got to turn
WrestleMania into a trap.
A big bear trap.
Whatever you plan, Fred,
count me in.
Come on, then.
We don't have much time.
Ladies and gentlemen,
announcing a new match
for tonight's event.
Kane vs. Skinny man
and dead meat.
Like, do you think maybe the
gang has solved the mystery yet?
Because there's no mysteries
to where we're going.
Yeah. To the hospital.
No. The morgue!
Come on, guys,
you got to have confidence.
You have to get up there
and give it your all!
If you don't hold back;
If you battle with your heart and soul,
if you give everything
you've got,
then you'll not only
survive this, you could win!
Nice knowin' ya.
Hey, uh...
Break a leg, you two.
Ooh! If we're lucky.
Whoo-hoo!
Let the games begin!
Bring on the pain train!
Whoo!
This is going to be great!
Yeah!
So awesome!
Everybody in position?
Check.
Sin Cara's ready.
And so am I.
Triple H?
Ready out here.
No chance
that's what you got
Welcome to WrestleMania!
Allow me to show you
why we're all here...
bring it up.
The WWE championship belt.
The superstar who wins
tonight's main event
will be the new WWE champion.
Jinkies! That's it. Fred,
I know where the electromagnetic
pulse device is.
Tonight's first match
is a big one, folks.
We have the newcomers,
skinny man and dead meat.
- Ohh!
- Ohh!
They'll be facing
the meanest competitor
in and out of the ring.
Back for revenge,
determined to destroy anyone
between him and the title.
I give you the big, red monster.
Kane!
This is a last man
standing match.
The superstar who's unable
to answer a ten count
after being knocked down
is declared the loser.
Come on, scoob, we got...
we got to keep it together!
Oh... oh... K!
After Kane is finished
with skinny man and dead meat,
we'll be scraping them
off the mat with a spatula.
And there's the bell.
Kane explodes across the ring.
Oh! There goes any chance
for a fair match.
Skinny man and dead meat...
slam into the big red monster.
Certainly that blow
can only increase Kane's fury.
Ohh!
Miss Richards, you have to open the
safe and check the championship belt!
Are you crazy? Look,
I checked the entire stadium
for your electro-whatumacalit.
It's not here!
It's right there.
Impossible.
If only I had a magnet
to prove it.
Wow! Where did you get that?
Luchadores... always
ready for anything.
Ok. Miss Richards,
this magnet will prove
that your championship belt
isn't gold.
Because if it sticks...
Then it's made of iron
and it's a fake.
Caught in the clenches of Kane,
the newcomers are done for.
Whoa!
The bounce out of the ring
offers skinny man and dead meat
a chance for escape...
but look at this!
Kane has just taken
the match under the ring.
It's bedlam down below!
- Huh?!
- Ahh!
Not again!
Somebody get me another desk
out here, please.
Ha ha!
Jinkies! The EMP
is about to go off.
We'll never get it
far enough away.
The arena power generator
is right below us.
I've got to warn everyone.
I have an idea.
Hold this and let go when I say.
Right... Ok.
Now!
Eeh!
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Huh? Whoa!
Huh? What's going on?
What happened?
What happened to the TV?!
Oh, man, this is awful!
Who turned out the lights?
Ok, guys, it's here.
The fans are starting to panic.
Plan B. Here we go.
Whoo-hoo! Nice throw!
We can see!
Let there be light!
Funkadelic.
Part of the show?
That was just part
of the show! I was worried.
- I'm fine now.
- I'm ok!
Scooby! You can do it.
You know all the right moves.
- I do?
- Yeah!
From the video game.
I trust the massive power
of your superstar-tastic
dance moves.
Just pretend you're playing
the video game.
I can do this.
I can do this!
That a boy, scoob!
Huh?!
Whoa!
Ghost bear sighted.
Good. He's here.
Just like we thought he'd be.
The lights are starting to go.
Don't worry... Fred's on it.
Triple H.
Ok, guys,
hit the generators.
Huh?
After a mysterious blackout,
we're somehow back on the air.
Hey! Dead meat's not dead yet.
Wow, look at that doggy move.
Go, dead meat!
Freddy, go!
Plan C.
Hey, smokey!
Where's the fire?
Prepare to face the wrath
of the bone bender!
Is that a bear?!
Like, zoinks!
Is that ruben?
Ruben, no!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Ohhh!
I don't believe it, folks.
Kane has been flattened,
and a new competitor has entered the ring.
But wait! Someone
has activated the cage.
Sin Cara and John cena
are leaping into the ring.
It's a cage match!
Like, we're all doomed!
Don't worry, shaggy.
I'll protect you.
The mysterious new competitor
attacks the bear from behind,
creating a distraction
for cena to make a move.
But this powerful creature
turns the tables on them both.
Now sin Cara stands alone.
The fearless luchador attacks.
He glides around the bear
like lightning.
The bear
can't even touch sin Cara.
Ladies and gentlemen, I haven't seen
moves like this in the ring before.
Sin Cara delivers
a stunning blow to the bear
while John cena
recovers on the mat.
He's going after the bear.
Cena is lifting the bear
over his head.
And the bear is down.
- Yeah!
- Yay!
Yes!
What's that, bear, what's that?
You can't see me!
Ladies and gentlemen,
here it is.
Cena's vintage
five knuckle shuffle.
It's lights out
for this big, bad bear.
This match is over.
Yay! Yay!
Cena and sin Cara
going for a tandem pin.
Impossible!
Huh?
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Scooby-Doo, where are you?!
This looks bad for skinny man.
But wait,
what is dead meat up to?
Dead meat has revived Kane.
The big, red monster has risen.
Never before have we seen
a stand-off like this.
It's monster vs. Monster
inside the cage at WrestleMania.
Who will survive
this supernatural match-up?
Who will be victorious
in this paranormal pandemonium?
Kane drives the bear back
with a stunning blow.
The bear hits the mat.
Kane pins down its leg.
A new competitor,
John cena and sin Cara
pile onto the powerful creature,
but they can
barely hold it down.
Scooby-Doo, it's up to you!
Only dead meat can tip
the balance now.
Can he do it?
Can dead meat save the day?
Scooby Doobie Doo!
Dead meat just delivered
a gut-wrenching belly bomb
and flattened the ring
and exploded the cage!
The dust is clearing now.
The bear is out cold.
Dead meat wins it!
Whoo!
Dead meat!
That bear is toast!
You ok, Velm?
This... Is... Awesome!
Whoo-hoo!
Now let's see
who this ghost bear really is.
- Cookie?!
- Cookie?!
- Cookie?!
- Uncle cookie!
Why?
WWE is your life.
WWE was his life,
but sadly, your Uncle cookie
never got the glory...
And his injury
put him out of the spotlight.
Permanently.
He started to truly resent WWE
because he knew he could
never be the champion
he always dreamed of being.
That resentment grew into
hatred over the years,
as he trained others to be
what he could not.
That's when he developed
his plan for revenge.
But that wouldn't be enough.
He needed a pawn to steal
the championship belt.
That's when he devised the idea
of hacking into a video game
and placing post-hypnotic
suggestions into it.
That game would become
part of a contest,
which cookie set up with fake
emails he sent throughout WWE.
That's why he used the bear to
attack your video game studio.
To cover his tracks.
The contest assured
that only the most skilled pawn
would arrive at WWE city
to aid in the theft.
Cookie then used flashing lights to activate
Scooby's post-hypnotic programming.
When cookie identified the belt in
Scooby's bed as the championship belt,
he was lying.
He'd already switched them.
With Scooby taking the blame,
cookie was free to carry out
his ultimate plan.
Which was to turn out the lights,
and with the help of the bear,
create so much
panic and injury...
That WrestleMania
would be completely ruined
and WWE would never recover.
But thanks to Fred here,
we got the lights back on pretty quick.
Good work!
Ah, um, thanks.
And the real championship
belt, where is it now?
Elementary,
my dear Mr. McMahon.
Cookie's wearing it.
Sorry, cookie.
But the championship belt isn't
for cheaters, it's for champions.
Good call,
hiring these kids, sir.
I thought they might
come in handy.
Just get cookie out of here!
Yes, sir, will do, sir, you bet.
A championship belt was the
icing on the cake, Mr. McMahon.
Cookie could live off its golden
jewels for the rest of his life.
Boo!
And I would have
gotten away with it, too,
if it weren't
for you meddling kids
and your giant, crazy dog!
I guess after what
my Uncle's done,
you won't be wanting me
around anymore.
- Not so, Ruby.
- You're one of us now.
You got the funk, son!
That's right, ruben. You've shown
a superstar spirit in the ring,
and at the computer.
You've earned a place with us
in whatever you want to do.
The choice is yours.
Thanks, Mr. McMahon.
Now that we have
the real championship belt,
it needs to be awarded
to true champions.
And after what I've seen
tonight, they're right here.
Skinny man and dead meat!
- Really?
- Huh?
Well done.
Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo! Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo! Scooby-Doo!
Scooby-Doo! Scooby-Doo!
Scooby Doobie Doo!