Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My glasses!
Hurry, Freddy! Give her the gas!
Because l know who's stuck with the job of taking the decoy on a leash.
-So come on, champ, let's walk. -Scooby-Doo!
Ow, That Hurts
-Faster! Faster! -l'm going faster!
Scooby! They got him!
. . .or running a beauty parlor for pooches?
. . .know anything about that witch doctor or the dognapper.
Wow! Look at that truck smoke!
Now Bob Miller's Great Dane is a shoo-in.
. . .l felt like a late-show rerun of Custer's last stand.
And then when they grab the decoy, we'll trail them to their hideout.
No! No! No!
Scooby-Doo!