02x04 - French Riviera/New Zealand

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[theme music]

[male narrator] It's "Scooby's All-Star Laff-A-Lympics"

starring Scooby-Doo and the g*ng.

Scooby-Doo!

Blue Falcon and his mechanical misfit

Dynomutt, Dog Wonder.

That's me.

[chuckles]

And introducing the world's first superhero

Captain Caveman

and his mystery-solving companions

the Teen Angels.

Captain Cavema-a-n!

And it's round-the-world triple-team competition

with the Scooby Doobies, Yogi Yahooeys

and Really Rottens.

[snickers]

Forty-five stars in the Laff-A-Lympics.

Yes, it's "Scooby's All-Star Laff-A-Lympics."

♪ Ready set let's go ♪♪

Yeah.

[instrumental music]

[male announcer] Bonjour, sports fans, and welcome to another

action-packed "All-Star Laff-A-Lympics."

We'll kick off our first event here in Monte Carlo..

...on the fabulous French Riviera.

Then we'll spin you down under

to, zowie, New Zealand

for an awe-inspiring ostrich race.

And here, our winning Olympiads

will be awarded the Laff-A-Lympics gold.

Now, let's meet our teams.

The Yogi Yahooeys.

[all cheering]

The Scooby Doobies.

[cheering]

And the Really Rottens.

[booing]

[cheering]

Now, it's down to our reporters

for an on-the-scenes report.

If this is sunny Monte Carlo

I'll take my sunglasses for a scuba mask, Snagglepuss.

I concur, Mildew.

It is a soggy day for a race.

'A rotten one even.'

[snickers]

That's not funny.

But this will be.

[laughing]

splash

[whining indistinctly]

It must have been a freak shower.

Possibibly.

Well, our soapbox derbiers

have an even freakier race route to race.

Survive even.

[Mildew] 'Goodness.'

'Coasting up and down these steep streets'

makes a roller coaster seem like a merry-go-round.

Those silly savages

must have soap bubbles between their ears.

[male announcer] No, gentlemen and fans

our racers have courage, as you'll soon see

in the Monte Carlo Grand Prix Soapbox Derby.

And here's the line up.

We'll have the usual scoring for this event.

Twenty-five points to the winner

fifteen for second

and ten for the third placer.

It'll be Wally Gator for the Yogis

with his starter Grape Ape.

[cheering]

The Scoobies' Scooby-Doo

with Shaggy for his starter.

[cheering]

And it's Dread Baron for the Rottens

with Creepley as his starter

and co-cheater.

[cheering]

[horn blows]

Honestly, I can't bear to watch this.

But shove off, anyway, you silly nillies.

[screaming]

Like, get your foot off the brakes, Scooby-Doo.

Oops. Sorry, Shaggy.

thud

Watch me rocket to first, eh, Creepley?

Naturally.

[laughing]

swoosh

Drat!

[male announcer] What a start, folks.

The Yogis have beat them to the lead.

The Scoobies are second

while the Rottens' rocket has just

flown over the finish line.

Uh, the Rottens' rocket..

[chuckling]

...but not the Rottens.

Who needs it?

thud

Drat!

I d-o-o!

[male announcer] Meanwhile, the Yogis still hold the lead.

But Scooby-Doo is really using his head to close the gap.

Huh? You mean, my foot?

[giggles]

[upbeat music]

Golly.

I wonder why I'm going nowhere fast.

Where are the racers?

[male announcer] Oh-oh, too bad, Yogis.

You've let the Scoobies take the lead.

Sacrebleu!

I missed the race.

[male announcer] And what a race it is, folks.

The Scoobies are first, the Yogis second..

No, the Rottens' car has just taken over second spot.

And, oh, wow.

Dread is back at the wheel.

[music continues]

Now, headed towards the finish

the Scoobies have a slight lead on the Rottens.

Although, our racers are slowed down by the sand

with only a few feet to go.

Hold everything!

Here comes Wally, and look at him go!

thump

Fantastic!

Wally has sailed over first

in a surprise aerial maneuver.

And that's the race, folks.

And now, here are the scores.

It's the Yogis first with 25 points.

Fifteen for the second place Scoobies

while the Rottens are in the basement with ten.

[crowd booing]

Now, grip your seats, fans

as we take you to our next electrifying event

the world famous Free Flight Kite Contest.

And here are our ski-kiters.

For the Yogis it'll be Hokey Wolf!

[crowd cheering]

Shaggy for The Scoobies.

[all cheering]

And the Great Fondoo for the Rottens.

[cheering]

Each contestant will be allowed 30 seconds

to perform his aerial specialties..

...which our reporters will explain.

[speaking in foreign language]

...and all the French jazz.

Our kiters will be judged on sky-gliding style

in unique typeness.

And for a Laff-A-Lympics' first, our airborne clowns

will be judged by you, the home audience

on our applause meter.

So, you silly TV viewers watchin' this show

clap like crazy for your favorite

kitin' klutz.

[male announcer] Ah, I see Hokey is unhooked

and he's free-form kite-flying now

so watch closely, fans, to make your judgment.

Like he said, kids, watch closely

and you'll not only see some

sensational kiting but..

swoosh

...a hint who to vote for.

[male announcer] What a dazzling display of aerialistics, folks.

Plus, his subtle hint, who to vote for.

[in unison] Y-O-G-I-S! Yogis!

[all cheering]

[male announcer] And here comes Hokey in for what looks like

a perfect water ski finish.

splash

Well, not exactly perfect.

Alright, home viewers.

Let's hear your applause vote.

[applause]

[Snagglepuss] 'And there it is.'

'You've awarded the Yogis a big six.'

[engine revving]

[male announcer] Now, there goes Shaggy.

Amazing!

Your kite not only looks like a bird

but you took off like one, too, Shaggy.

Where'd you learn that?

Like, I didn't learn.

I'm just winging it.

Oh, boy. But now, what'll I do?

[bird squawking]

Wow. That's it.

I'll just imitate a bird.

[male announcer] What fantastic free-form kiting, fans.

Shaggy's almost as good as the pelican.

Look at me, almost.

[upbeat music]

splash

Zoinks! Like, where's the air brakes on this bird?

splash

[male announcer] Yes, that was a close imitation, folks.

Except the fish of the bird

instead of vice versa.

[chuckling]

[growling]

Yikes!

[male announcer] Start skiing, Shaggy, your time's almost up.

[splashing]

Like, you're telling me?

[male announcer] He made it!

Now, it's up to you home viewers

to judge Shaggy's efforts.

[applause]

And there it is!

Our applause meter registers

a big seven for the Scoobies

which puts them ahead of the Yogis.

[cheering]

[engine revving]

Now, Fondoo's on his way, folks.

But toping a seven won't be easy.

Ha! That will be as nothing with my magic.

Observe, while I win with ease

on a zippity-zappity magical breeze.

boom

[male announcer] This is ridiculous.

A 150-mile-per-hour twister for a breeze?

A mere misplacement of magical wands

which I shall correct.

Zaloty-bapoty and wind's gonna stop it!

boom

Blah!

[male announcer] No, no, Fondoo!

You're supposed to fly, not drop like a rock.

I merely hurry to prepone

my fantastical water ski finish.

splash

[male announcer] Oh, brother.

Words just can't describe the Rottens' water skiing.

Uh, can they?

Uh, blech.

A unique ski technique, no?

[male announcer] No, Fondoo.

Besides, your time's up.

So let's see in here how the Rottens rate.

[all cheering]

[booing]

[clapping]

Hooray for me.

[male announcer] Thank you, fans and home audience judges.

And here are the final results.

The Scoobies rewarded a winning seven

the Yogis, six

and it's a minus one for the Rottens

giving the Scoobies 25 points

the Yogis, 15 and the Rottens, ten.

Now here's how our final half-time scores add up.

The Scoobies win ties them in first place

with the Yogis at 40 each.

While the Rottens remain in the cellar at 20.

[all cheering]

[all booing]

Next, Snag, after that first harrowing half

I'm too racked out to report the second half.

Sufferin' sunbather Zim.

All you need is a boost. A lift even.

[yawns] I sure do.

And you'll get it.

A big lift, with purple feet even.

A forty-foot purple lift already.

[male announcer] And so, au revoir, reporters and sports fans

until later, when we'll see you for the second

fantastic action and antic-packed half

of the "All-Star Laff-A-Lympics."

[instrumental music]

Welcome back to the second half

of the "All-Star Laff-A-Lympics," sports buffs.

As we whirl you around the globe

to euphorious uptown New Zealand

for the third thrilling event of the day

the torturous, toe-spurning ostrich race.

But first, let's meet our jockeys.

Uh, Cindy Bear will ride for the Yogis.

[cheering]

Scooby-Dum for the Scoobies.

And for the Rottens, Daisy Mayhem.

[booing]

[hissing]

Hmm, it looks like birds of a feather

even race together.

And it sounds like you need a rap

on your yap, sap.

[gulps]

Hmm. I hope you get the hiccups, you smart alec feather duster.

A spare hat is a necessity

when one's amongst ostriches.

'Before the big race begins'

'let's check the first-half scores'

'which show the Yogis and Scoobies'

'are tied at 40 points each.'

'While the Rottens are last with 20.'

[all cheering]

[male announcer] Now, here to explain the event

is our sports expert for all seasons

Fred Flintstone.

Thank you, Mr. Announcer.

But personally, I prefer pterodactyl racing.

After all, what's sporting about racing

'a big, fat chicken with a long, scrawny neck'

big, floppy feet?

bam

crash

Oh-oh, it's an old myth.

But it looks like I'll soon find out.

Like the wiley ostrich, I'll bury my head in the sand.

Then I can't be seen.

[shrieking]

See what I mean?

[hissing]

[male announcer] Well, fans, because ostrich racing is unique.

It'll be one lap around the track

to determine the winner.

Ah, the flag is up.

[ostriches squealing]

And they're off, gone already.

[male announcer] Down the stretch, all three mounts

are really showing their stuff.

Oh, sh**t.

Now watch us Rottens show our stuff.

[whistles]

Ha-ha, these globs of rubber glue

will slow down the competition, huh, Mumbly?

[laughing]

[snickering]

[male announcer] Yes, it's a hotly-contested event, folks.

All the racers are still neck-in-neck.

No, hold everything!

The Scoobies have dropped back.

[squawks]

Or more like sling-shot back.

Now it's just the Rottens and the Yogis

battling it out for first place.

But what's with the Scoobies?

Oh, I see it appears the Scoobies are stuck

in last place, that is.

Dadgum, Cindy.

Your ostrich ain't nothin' but skin and feathers.

This sack of fruit will fatten her up.

slurp slurp slurp

My, what a kindly thing to do.

Oh!

You mean, what a kindly Rotten thing to do.

Now, her overstuffed ostrich

will be too stuffed to even walk.

Ya-hoo!

[male announcer] I can't believe it, folks.

The Rottens have the lead by a dozen neck lengths.

The Yogis are strolling along in second

with the Scoobies still stuck way back in last place.

I don't get it.

Sufferin' sneakies.

I suspect foul play.

On the feathered fowls even.

Oh, come on.

Giddy up! Dum-dum-dum.

[shrieks]

Backwards?

I thought I was a dum-dum-dum.

[laughing]

[groans]

Sufferin' slow pokes, Ms. Cindy.

Is your steed leaving this one out?

Heavens, no, Mr. Snaggypoo.

She's just revitalizing

'from her mixed-fruit vitaminizing.'

Then she'll really burn up the track.

Either that or fall asleep.

Ya-hoo!

[male announcer] Now, headed down the home stretch

Daisy Mayhem is literally flying to the finish.

[all cheering]

Yes, Daisy has the track to herself.

And looking like a cinch to win.

While the Yogis' ostrich

is staggering along in second place.

The Scoobies are still stuck on the first turn.

Goodness, I surely hope you'll get

revitalized soon

so the south can rise again.

[shrieks]

I declare.

Now, you're actin' like a true southerner.

[squawks]

Oh!

[male announcer] Fantastic!

The Yogis look like they've been atomicized.

As they rocket back out on to the track.

[all cheering]

Come on, giddy up, Ostrich!

Dum-dum-dum.

That way, Scooby-Dum.

Okay, Scooby-Doo.

Oh, hold your feet up

to see how much rubber glue is on them.

[groaning]

A-ha!

[male announcer] Oh! Now, the Scoobies have snapped back, too.

What a race, folks.

The sure-fire winning Daisy

is only yards away from winning.

But Cindy's steed is a blur of poetic motion

which is slow motion

compared to the Scoobies.

Come on, make tracks, you feathered fat-head.

[male announcer] This is too incredible, folks.

Cindy's Ostrich is literally burning up the track.

as she overtakes Daisy Mayhem

in the very shadow of the finish.

Holy cow! What was that?

- Here they come! - What a finish!

thud

thump thump

[male announcer] Never mind, Mildew.

We saw the Scoobies cross the finish line first.

The Yogis came in for a smoking second.

And the Rottens last are real upset.

Bah.

[squawks]

[male announcer] Now checking the scores.

The Scoobies' 25-point win catapults them into first place

with 65 points.

The Yogis are second at 55 points

while the Rottens still cling to their last

with 30.

And now, via the magic of TV

we whisk you to the back country of New Zealand.

for a three-way contest in a traditional tug of w*r

over a gooey mud puddle.

And here once again to explain the event

is our expert, Fred Flintstone.

Again, it's a pleasure, Mr. Announcer.

It's all a matter of brute strength.

And, oh, boy

do we have brute strength?

Each team will be tugging against the other.

And this diagram shows how it works.

'The lucky team that remains behind the black line'

'will win 25 big ones.'

'The blue line is second for 15 points.'

'And past the red line the loser for ten.'

And since red means danger

that means somebody might take a mud bath.

[laughing]

Like this?

Yeaow!

Whoa.

Ribbit ribbit.

Thanks for the hand.

For a moment, it looked like I was gonna be the first loser.

[male announcer] The teams are getting ready and are

taking up the slack on the ropes.

Our official has unhooked the support and there he goes!

This will be two Laff-A-Lympics' firsts.

Not only will all three teams

simultaneously compete against each other

but also, we'll know the losers before the winners.

Attention, the New Zealand Maori Chief

is now ready to give the signal to start.

And they're off and tugging!

But that's odd.

It seems like one of the Rottens is missing.

[scoffs] I wonder why.

[laughing]

[male announcer] The Yogis are really leaning into it, folks.

And the strain is on the Rottens

as they're being tugged towards the puddle.

Not for long, eh, Mumbly?

[snickering]

[whistles]

[male announcer] What a rotten comeback!

They're tugging the other teams towards the puddle.

Wow! What strength!

You'd think they had a 1000 horsepower

bulldozer helping them tug.

You mean, 1500 horsepower?

[laughing]

[grunting]

It's time to call our reserve strength.

Hey, Grape Ape?

Huh?

Okie dokie.

ribbt ribbt

[male announcer] Way to go, Yogis.

Now, it's a test between man, uh, ape that is

and machine.

[grunting]

The Yogis and Rottens are seesawing

and it's proving too much for the Scoobies

unless they do something fast.

And we will.

Give our team an atomic-powered hand

Dog Wonder.

You got it, BF!

Around, and back at you, Blue Falcon.

[giggles] With my latest W6F4 clamp.

Well, start reeling it in.

[male announcer] This is amazing, folks.

Each team is showing such monumental strength

that they're all pulling away from the puddle.

Something is going to have to give soon.

Hmm, with all these bulging biceps

this contest could last a month.

He's right, kid.

[engine revving]

We'll just have to double our efforts.

[chuckling] Yeah.

Full speed ahead to victory.

[engine revving]

[male announcer] Oh-oh! Something unusual is coming down now, folks.

Yes, the Rottens are pulling ahead

and tugging their competing teams toward the mud puddle.

Phew! As I said before

something's got to give soon.

And it just did.

[screaming]

That's it, folks, the Rottens are in the mud puddle

and that makes them the losers.

The Yogis are on the blue line for the second-place win

while the Scoobies are back of the black line

for a first-place win.

[all cheering]

Remember, kid, it's not how you play the game

it's how dirty you play it.

[laughing]

That's right, and you did

real good, dad.

[male announcer] Yes, that's the games.

And here are our final scores, folks.

The Scoobies are today's big winners with 90 points.

The Yogis second with 70.

While the Rottens have tenaciously gone

to their last spot with a final 40.

Let's hear it for our deserving medalists.

[crowd cheering]

Well, I see our Laff-A-Lympic All-Stars are on their way

to next week's big sports spectacular.

But our reporters will be staying behind a few days.

Why is that, Snag?

Huh? Well, sufferin' Zealanders!

Why not? After all..

It's been more than a typical Laff-A-Lympics experience.

Wouldn't you concur, Mildew?

Actually, Snagglepuss

I would say "typical" is a misnomer.

It's been, uh

uh, naughty, naughty, naughty!

Naughty! Naughty!

[laughing]

That's his way of unwindin'.

Unflippin' even.

But we'll see you all again next week.

[male announcer] That's right, Snag.

So be sure and join us then, fans

for another fun and thrill-filled

"All-Star Laff-A-Lympics."

[fireworks exploding]

[theme music]

thud

[screeching]

[screaming]

[music continues]