Now remember, tomorrow is opening day
and the Vander-Grauff Dog Show has a grand tradition to maintain.
We are the most elite canine competition in the world.
So everyone must be in top form.
(ALL AGREEING)
The grand prize this year is $500,000!
(PANTING)
(SNIFFING)
-MAN: Lancelot! -(WHINES)
Mrs. Vander-Grauff, you're distracting my Lancelot!
Lancelot, it's like this.
(GRUNTING)
That's not how it's done. (GRUNTING)
His form is all wrong! (GRUNTING)
-Boo! -Absurd.
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
-(BOTH GRUNT) -I say!
How dare you?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Every year.
-(SNARLING) -Stop it!
(BOTH YELP AND GROWL)
-(CREATURE SNARLING) -(GASPS)
Okay, all dogs are supposed to be out in the ring rehearsing. Who...
(GROWLING)
(GASPING)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
(MAN SCREAMS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROARS)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
New York City, the Big Apple!
(HORNS HONKING)
A name which derives from the big prize money a horse could win racing in New York.
Fitting, considering our destination.
The Vander-Grauff Dog Show!
Ugh, I still say these shows are just mean.
-Making those poor dogs parade around... -(MAN SCREAMING)
...so we can judge them.
Come on, this is Scoob's chance to mingle with his fellow canines.
Plus, these dogs are the best of the best.
-The creme de la creme! -The cherry on top.
-The icing on the cake. -BOTH: Pancakes!
Do you always have to reduce all of existence
down to pancakes?
Like, I just go with the flow. Towards pancakes!
But life isn't just sensory indulgence.
To quote B.R. Ambedkar,
"Cultivation of the mind..."
(SHAGGY THINKING)
(SCOOBY-DOO THINKING)
-Breakfast reservations. -BOTH: Pancakes!
You've gotta be kidding.
Several of the contestants saw that thing and quit.
We'll have to cancel the show if we don't find replacements.
That is not an option, Henry!
If we cancel, we'll have to refund the tickets and you know our...
(WHISPERING) ...situation.
Please! It was just a... A stray that wandered into the convention center.
What's going on?
-A monstrous houndbeast attacked... -Shh!
BOTH: "Houndbeast"?
That sounds rather mysterious.
Oh, Henry is exaggerating.
One of the dogs got a bit unruly.
I'm Harriet Vander-Grauff and this is my assistant.
-(WHINES) -Shake...
(PANTING)
If you're attending the show, I assure you we'll have better contestants by this evening.
(IN POSH ACCENT) Hmm... "Attending"? Oh, no, my good woman.
My name is Fred. Uh, Fredington...
Um, the Third.
Who Whoington the What?
Here we go.
I'm here to enter my dog in the show.
-Huh? -What?
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
Well, we are in need of new contestants.
Welcome to the show!
Thank you, Mrs. Vander-Grauff.
See you around the club.
Um, money and golf and all that. Ta-ta!
VELMA: Quick thinking, Fred.
-Being in the show gives us more access to the building. -(IN NORMAL VOICE) Exactly!
And the best chance of solving this houndbeast mystery.
Yeah! At the expense of poor Scooby-Doo.
Daphne, what exactly is your problem with all this?
Uh, it's demeaning! I know!
Mother made me enter these pageants when I was little.
My coach, Miss Chopnik, was the worst!
You call that dancing on the back of a horse?
Where's my glitter gun? I need more sparkle!
Ugh. (SOBBING)
Well, then you be Scooby's handler.
You can investigate backstage and make sure Scooby's dignity remains intact.
Fine. If you insist on entering this shame-fest,
I'll try to get Scooby through it with as little humiliation as possible.
Come on, Scoob.
Um, what do dogs do?
You know, ride bicycles, juggle, et cetera.
But don't worry, buddy, the other dogs will love you.
-(SCOFFS) -(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
(GROANS)
FRED: And now...
(IN POSH ACCENT) Fred Fredington III
will search for clues among the wealthy owners.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) Well, what do you think? Convincing, huh?
Uh... Yes?
(IN POSH ACCENT) Great! You two can be spectators and check out the public areas.
So you and I are together.
Huh, weird.
Well, I guess we should come up with a team strategy.
We should hit the food stand.
Nothing says "I'm looking at something,"
like popcorn, hot dogs and soft pretzels.
(GROANS)
You know, you should try feeding your mind instead of just your body.
Velma, if you have something to say,
you should just come right out and say it.
You should try feeding your mind instead of just your body.
-You just said that. -(GROANS)
What are we looking for anyway?
(CREATURE SNARLING)
Not that.
Like, any ideas, Miss Brainy Brains?
Why don't you try eating it?
-(ROARS) -(BOTH SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING STOPS)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(SHAGGY MUNCHING)
VELMA: Really?
(CHUCKLES)
(GASPS)
(PIANO PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(INHALING DEEPLY)
(SIGHS HAPPILY)
(HUMMING)
Ooh!
FRED: (IN POSH ACCENT) Excuse me.
Aren't you Estelle Brady, the esteemed engineer and inventor?
Yes I am. This is Dobie, my Chihuahua.
Do you care for a relaxing shoulder massage, sir?
(SIGHS)
(CRACKS KNUCKLES)
Ahhh! Ow!
Sorry, sir, these are the stiffest, tensest shoulders
I've ever encountered!
Well, I carry the weight of the world, my good man.
(CHUCKLES)
I admire your work, Miss Brady.
The first self-generating artificial heart,
the new exoskeleton used for space exploration...
You'd be surprised how many of your engineering innovations
can be applied to van conversion.
Oh, that's my career, but Dobie here is my life!
He's been in this show every year since the beginning.
Oh, a fine specimen!
(GRUNTS LOUDLY)
He must have taken first prize numerous times.
(CHUCKLING) Oh, no.
It's not the prizes that matter,
it's the joy of the competition.
Agreed!
I find these things wonderfully relaxing.
(MASSEUSE STRAINS AND GRUNTS)
(CRASHING)
Hurry, we can't get caught in Mrs. Vander-Grauff's office.
-See anything suspicious? -Fire hazard.
Wow! These are all bills.
How is she going to pay a $500,000 prize when she's in financial troub...
(GASPS)
What are you doing in here?
I... Work here. What's your excuse?
-Uh, that's a good question! -Excellent question!
Totally. Top marks in the question-asking department.
Guy's a pro!
We were lost and it was dark,
so we thought maybe these papers would tell us where we were.
You're in Mrs. Vander-Grauff's office
and this is the door back out of it.
Gosh! Well, there you go!
It's a good thing you came around.
Thank you. Come on, Scoob.
(HENRY GROWLS)
I can't believe we got away scot-free...
-(GROWLING) -(GASPS)
Scot wants payback!
What do we do, Scooby?
-Run from that! -Sold!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
That's Elton Snood.
The man was so desperate to win three years ago, he tried to bribe a judge.
(GASPS) Ghastly!
BRADY: Yeah, he was banned from the competition.
-This is his first year back in... -(CREATURE GROWLS)
Was that you?
BOTH: Houndbeast!
(ROARING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Everybody out!
SCOOBY-DOO: Yikes!
(PATRONS SHOUTING)
-SHAGGY: Mmm! -(GLASS SHATTERS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
He's gaining! Split up!
(BOTH GASP)
-We're trapped! -Like, follow my lead.
SHAGGY: There you are!
Our first trip to New York City and you're lollygagging!
Uh, yeah... Lollygagger.
Shopping's done!
Time to see the sights!
Taxi!
Where to?
-Uh... -Everywhere!
(LAUGHS)
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Ah! Lifelong memories!
Now, settle up for the cab
while we hit the hot dog stand.
That'll be 400 bucks.
(GRUNTING)
Huh? (ROARS)
(ALL PANTING)
(IN NORMAL VOICE) There you are. Where's the houndbeast?
Like, with a very angry New York cabbie.
Great! Let's get back in position.
We don't wanna blow our cover before we figure out what's going on.
What just happened?
MRS. VANDER-GRAUFF: (ON PA) And Lancelot running the bend,
navigating the weave nice and easy.
Coming up next will be...
I have to admit, that was pretty impressive back there, Shaggy.
Why, thanks.
Uh, what are you reading?
The History of Symmetrically Looped Bread.
So what is that thing anyway?
Giant soft pretzel.
Like, um, do you wanna try it?
Why not?
Here, look. Did you know pretzels likely originated in early Middle Age monasteries?
Mmm!
Hmm...
Ah!
BOTH: Mmm!
MRS. VANDER-GRAUFF: And another fantastic performance by Lancelot!
Yes, Lancelot! Couldn't have done it better myself.
And now Fred Fredington III's Great Dane, Scooby-Doo!
Remember, Scooby, you don't need their approval
just because they established an internationally-embraced criterion
to calculate your exact value.
Yeah, thanks...
For that.
(WHIMPERING SOFTLY)
(GROANS)
-(ALL GASPING) -BOTH: Oh!
(DOGS SNICKERING)
(GRUNTS)
(JUDGES GASP)
-(GROANS) -(CROWD GASPS)
(GROANS)
MAN: Oh, now they can't jump anymore.
(GROANING)
(DOGS SNICKERING)
(GROANS)
MRS. VANDER-GRAUFF: Um... Scooby-Doo, ladies and gentlemen.
-Yeah, buddy! -Woo! Yeah! Yeah!
-Go get 'em. -(CLEARS THROAT)
(DAPHNE GROANING)
Hey? Guys?
Like, it's okay, buddy. You did your best.
I think.
(WHIMPERS)
Okay, Ella is up now.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) Right. Remember, we're just doing this to solve the mystery.
So where are we with that, anyway?
(GROWLS)
(WHIMPERS)
(ROARING)
Like, how about where we usually are!
Run!
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ROARS)
Well, there goes our chance to solve the mystery.
We'll probably be thrown out the competition now.
-I mean, we took out the judges' table. -Again.
(GROWLING)
(SIGHS) Judges hold grudges.
Yeah. Once you lose the judges, it's over.
Good thing how well we do in the show doesn't matter, right, Scoob?
Winning is for losers.
(SIGHS)
While under normal circumstances,
I would expel you and your dog from competition Mr. Fredington,
I appreciate your willingness to stay despite the...
Problems.
With this many dogs left, we may proceed with the show.
You may remain, but the talent contest is up next
and I'd better be impressed.
(IN POSH ACCENT) Thank you, Mrs. Vander-Grauff.
I assure you my Scooby-Doo has more talent in his little finger than he has fingers.
Because he's a dog who doesn't have fingers, I think.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
We'll be the judge of that.
Okay, everyone.
Let's prepare for the talent show.
See, my darling, this is our chance to finally win!
(VELMA MUNCHING)
(MUFFLED) I guess we should get back to our seats... (GULPS)
And, uh, maybe hit the snack stand on the way.
I'm curious just how many hot dogs can fit inside my stomach,
you know, scientifically.
Uh, what's that?
Oh, sorry! (GIGGLES) Like, this is fascinating.
New space-age technology is allowing for advanced pretzel shapes
that only once existed in the realm of science fiction!
(NORMAL VOICE) That's it!
Between Velma's insatiable appetite
and Shaggy's laser focus on research and acquiring knowledge,
you two may have just solved this mystery.
I have a feeling this houndbeast isn't what we think it is.
But in order to prove it, you guys are gonna need to win that talent competition.
You're kidding!
Scooby and I don't care about winning this ridiculous contest.
Right, Scoob?
(WHINES)
Scooby, you do care.
Oh, no! This whole time it was just me who didn't care about competing.
It never occurred to me that earning the respect of your fellow dogs
might be important to you.
It would be cool.
Okay, guys, it's time to go all Chopnik on these mutts!
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALL CHEERING)
MAN: Brilliant!
MRS. VANDER-GRAUFF: And with that marvelous exposition,
Dobie, owner Estelle Brady, moves to first place.
Wonderful, Dobie! Did you hear? First place, us!
And fortunately, the only contestant left is...
Now, the final entry in our talent competition, uh...
Scooby-Doo.
-(CROWD GROANS) -MAN: Aw, really?
(DOGS SNICKERING)
(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
ALL: Huh?
♪ When we're dancing Toe-to-toe
♪ I just feel like I'm in a Broadway show
♪ There's not a place I wouldn't dare to go
♪ When we're dancing Dancing toe-to-toe
♪ When we're dancing Nose-to-nose... ♪
-(ROARING) -(SCREAMS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Velma, Shaggy, now!
Got him!
(ROARING)
He got un-got!
(GROANS)
-(ROARING) -(GASPS)
(GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING)
(SCREAMS)
What do I do? (GROWLS)
(WHIMPERING)
(GROWLING)
(BOTH GROWLING)
Huh?
(ALL GROWLING)
(BARKS)
(ALL BARKING)
(JUDGES GASP)
I judge our decision to reinforce the table a 10!
So what is this thing?
Mrs. Vander-Grauff, the houndbeast is really...
Um...
-(BARKING) -ALL: Dobie?
-MAN: Dobie! -This suit is a variation
on the space exoskeleton Estelle Brady invented.
-But why? -Simple.
Brady thought if she could scare the other better contestants off,
she and Dobie could finally win your competition.
She talked a good game about the joy of competition,
but it was clear she secretly harbored a burning desire to win.
(GRUNTS)
Dobie and I would have finally come in first place if it wasn't for...
I gotta say, that very impressive song and dance routine.
Well done!
♪ Dancing toe-to-toe ♪
-Marvelous! -(BARKING)
Oh, and plus, the meddling stuff.
And the winner of this year's annual Vander-Grauff Dog Show,
for saving the competition and an amazing song and dance routine
and seriously, for talking,
which is really astonishing when you stop to think about it,
Scooby-Doo!
(ALL CHEERING)
Aw!
MASSEUSE: Okay!
-Let's get those shoulders! -(JACKHAMMER WHIRRING)