Thank you, putt-putters.
The Nice Rapids Putt Putt Paradise golf course is now closed.
Nighty-night.
Come on, Ned. The park's closed.
And besides, this place is spooky.
Not until I get what's coming to me from him.
I made a hole in one at the end of my game...
...and that thing didn't give me my free-game token.
-Yay, free game! -Yay, we can leave!
You shouldn't do that.
I want my free game.
As mayor of Nice Rapids, I'd like to welcome you all...
...to the International Putt-Putt Championship at Putt Putt Paradise...
...the biggest mini golf course in the world.
Golf is such a graceful sport.
Give me hockey any day.
Skating with the fear of getting clobbered into the ice.
Now, that's graceful.
Well, I think it's exciting that we actually know the International Putt-Putt champ.
Heck, we knew him when he was just the Putt champ.
And now, the reigning International Putt-Putt champion and mini golf icon:
Norville Rogers!
Better known as Shaggy.
And now, I'd like to welcome the fastest rising pro on the tour today:
Ms. Miranda Wright.
Like, nice to meet you.
Say goodbye to your title, old dude.
And finally, this year's celebrity golfer is none other than:
Cougar Forest.
Wow, Cougar Forest. But you're a professional.
What are you doing here?
Shaggy, I want to be the best golfer possible.
And in order to be the best, you gotta play the best. And that's you.
I don't know what to say. Like, I'm flattered.
Plus, there's an amazing water park across the street I want to check out.
Looks like some tough competition this year, Scoob.
Time to put our game faces on.
All right, let's putt-putt.
Hey, garden man, get out of my way.
Hey, shortcake, bite your lip if you wanna make it to the 18th hole.
Now, I dare say, that's an action unbecoming of a groundskeeper.
Keep your sash on. I don't plan on being a groundskeeper for long.
Hey, are you meddling, kids?
No, sir. We just sensed there might be a mystery around here.
-And you just sensed that? -When we see that.
-So, what happened? -Nothing.
A little accident on 18 last night. It got kind of messy.
Can you give me a hand taking that thing off?
-Sure. -Okay. One, two, three.
Is she okay?
It's her allergies.
Velma has severe allergic reactions to clowns.
It's the best present ever. A complete set of encyclopedias!
There's almost three whole pages on King Tut alone!
Hey, pumpkin. Bobo here.
And I saw those yucky books you got as a present.
But good news! Bobo knows how to make fun with books!
Who's ready for confetti?
My encyclopedias!
Hey, look! A blizzard!
No way! A King Tut confetti flake.
Who would've thought your mom would get the only clown...
...who uses a paper shredder as a prop?
Look, as long as we avoid the clown, everything will be okay.
-Okay? -Okay.
I can't believe Shaggy can focus on the hole...
...and not be scared by the haunted house.
It's the true champs who can overcome the hazards...
...like a haunted house, or a trembling caddy.
Miss it! Miss it!
Like, this is one tough match. I've worked up a monster appetite.
Wow, the thought those two put into their shots.
Scooby, that popcorn must be, like, delicious.
-Just look at those birds go. -Yeah.
Dude, do you mind?
Your shadow is blocking the glistening creamy butter. I mean, fairway.
Oh, man, I've got to focus.
I think he's looking for a Scooby Snack!
No, I mean a real Scooby Snack.
Shaggy, that was amazing. You actually scared off the monster.
This Putt-Putt tournament is the biggest day of my year.
I'm not gonna let any clown-school bully get in my way.
-Hey, where's Velma? -Having one of her clown-allergy attacks.
But we're gonna need her to solve this mystery.
Like, we're gonna need everyone's help. Scooby!
I'm afraid we must suspend play until we resolve this clown hazard.
You can't do that. I'm on a tight schedule.
Augusta, the British Open, Pebble Beach.
As mayor, I can do anything I want.
As of right now, play is suspended.
You better hope they cancel it, because I'm just getting warmed up.
She's scary.
Well, gang, it looks like we've got a mystery on our hands.
It didn't sound the same coming from Shaggy.
Let's split up and look for clues.
Come on, gang, let's get that clown.
Wait, I just remembered.
-I have an important book fair to go to. -Yeah. Me too.
Can you believe those two scaredy-cats? Come on.
Scaredy-cats?
Look! An unopened box of fruit bars.
Not now, Fred. We're looking for clues.
He walks like a Shaggy. He talks like a Shaggy.
Son, I am finished listening to your silly golf fantasies, Gary.
Your pathetic dreams of winning the mini trophy for mini golf.
Your wistful fantasy of becoming spokesperson for windmills.
-It could happen. -You're an embarrassment.
Oh, yeah? Well, at least I don't run around wearing a sash.
I'm going on the International Putt-Putt Tour...
...and there is nothing you can do about it.
Come on.
You know, I've never actually followed Shaggy. He's fast.
Jinkies! If this doesn't look like a clue, I don't know what does.
Jinkies?
Shaggy, can we rest for a second?
-These new vintage shoes are killing-- -Sorry.
A mystery waits for no one.
Here, try these.
Now, this is the way to look for clues.
As far away from that creepy clown as possible.
Thanks to this mechanical masterpiece...
...Miranda Wright won't find herself in second place ever again.
It looks like Miranda is building something suspicious.
-A clue? -Now, let's see.
When I normally find a clue, I tell the others...
...we look around and usually bump into the monster.
Quick, Scooby. What do you do next to not look for clues?
-Batting cages? -Batting cages.
All right, let's see what you got.
How about a fast one right down the pipe?
Man, if I knew it was this much fun...
...I would've taken up not-monster-hunting years ago.
My turn.
I hope that was your tummy grumbling, Scooby.
Me too.
Velma's in trouble. Let's go help her!
I've got a bad feeling about this.
If you wanna wait in the Bounce House with the other kids...
...go right ahead. We've got a mystery to solve.
Shaggy, what are you standing on?
It must be one of those snowboard games.
There's another one next to it.
Like, it's a good thing I didn't try and stick a quarter in him.
Okay, my clown nightmares...
...they were warm, fuzzy dreams compared to this.
I'm just glad he didn't decide to use us as toothpicks.
Scooby, quit shaking like a fraidy-dog. The clown will hear us.
-Hey, look! It's Cougar Forest! -I knew it!
I knew Cougar Forest was the monster clown. He has the perfect motive.
He can't handle being second...
...so he thought he'd scare the competition away.
Or worse yet, eat the competition.
What? Like, you don't think I'm right?
It's not that. I'm just very creeped out that you're making so much sense.
So much for my theory.
I think it's time to make like trees and leave?
Yeah. Leave.
Like, I think we can lose him at the pirate ship.
We're at the end of the plank. Nice going, Shaggy.
Hey! I'm new to this.
I've got an idea. Jump on three.
One, two, three!
Okay, stand still and try to blend in. Maybe he won't see us.
-He spotted us! -Well, yeah.
Any clown can tell you trees don't grow in a desert.
Maybe if clowns read encyclopedias, which we know they don't--
Wait. Now's not the time to analyze. Now's the time to--
Run!
Come on, gang, to the top of that hill. I've got a better idea.
There you are, Shaggy.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel the tournament.
You can't do that. Like, we've only played 10 holes.
-Has the monster been caught? -Well, actually, no.
The giant clown ate Cougar Forest.
Too bad, too sad.
Looks like I moved up to second place and on my way to first.
I've got to solve this mystery before they cancel the tournament.
I've got to hurry up and find the nacho machine...
...before they cancel nachos.
That is one fancy machine.
Looks like Snipper is pretty mechanically proficient.
Yeah. And he's good at making things too.
Hey, Gary, what are you working on?
Don't tell me you don't recognize me.
Did we go to surf camp together?
You ruined my life.
Remember me, Gary Snipper...
...from the first International Putt-Putt Championship?
After you beat me, I lost my edge.
I've been stuck fixing windmills and making go-carts ever since.
But I'm getting back on the tour no matter what my dad says.
Oh, that Gary Snipper.
You got your ball stuck in the volcano.
That triple bogie cost me the title.
But I'm gonna get you, Shaggy. Just you watch.
Looks like I've got this mystery just about wrapped up.
-Let's set a trap. -Good idea. Let's set a tra--
Hey, what just happened?
I think the bigger mystery is, where's the real Shaggy?
I took batting-cage netting and hooked it to the windmill. Shaggy. you'll--
Turn the windmill on high by putting my ball at the switch way up there.
Look, you can do the whole solve-the-mystery thing...
...but I make the traps.
How will we lure the monster?
-Scooby and Velma will act as bait. -Scooby and Velma will act as bait.
-Oh, no. -Oh, no.
-Would you do it for a Scooby Snack? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Velma? -Nice try, Daphne.
I may be scared, but I'm not desperate.
Fine. Will you do it for a set of new encyclopedias on CD-ROM?
Oh, King Tut, you're back in my life.
Maybe the clown circus left town.
Please, oh, please, oh, please, oh, please.
Don't do that.
Scooby, quick. Go fast!
That's the signal beep. Everyone, get ready.
Fore!
Like, how'd I miss that? I didn't even try to bank it. I just--
Clown or no clown, nobody eats my friend.
Like, I'm so freaked out, I'm scared and hungry.
-Shaggy's back! -Shaggy!
Velma, you overcame your fear of clowns...
...and just in the nick of time.
And now it's time to unmask the clown behind the greasepaint.
Mayor Snipper?
-Velma, how did you know? -I don't know anything.
I've been eating cotton candy and hanging out at the batting cages.
Did you solve the mystery?
I must have solved a different mystery, because in my mystery...
...the menacing metallic clown was Gary.
And how did you figure that?
Well, Gary lost his putt-putt edge and ended up making creepy metal machines.
But he was going to go back on tour even though that bummed out his dad.
-Of course. Now it all makes sense. -Really?
Mayor Snipper was upset that mini golf ruined his son's life.
So he wanted to ruin mini golf.
He wanted Gary to get on with his life. And the best way to do that?
Ruin the tournament.
Velma's back!
And I would've ruined it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids.
After observing the smarts and courage Shaggy displayed...
...I now realize playing mini golf is a noble endeavor.
Because I discovered it can provide a boy...
...with the tools to enjoy a fulfilling and productive life.
And someone with those tools, well, I'd be proud to call my son.
What about the gobbled-up golfers? Where did they go?
They weren't in the clown.
Oh, no. Do you think they were digested?
Well, now that that's settled, don't we have a tournament to finish?
Wow, like, that's one tricked-out putter.
If Shaggy sinks this putt...
...he'll be the International Putt-Putt champion again.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!