Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Help! Help! Help!
lt is! l hope this is the brake!
-Yeah. -Simple.
Hey, Scooby-Doo!
But no sign of Shaggy and Scooby.
Why, Shaggy, you're petrified with fear.
Wait for me!
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. . .or suffer fate of Spanish conquistadores. . .
-You know where he is, Scooby? -Yeah! Yeah!
l'll help! l'll help!
Why, it's Buck Masters, the owner of Big Red.
Man! Those Pueblo lndians sure knew how to live.
Oh, no!
And that's to backtrack to that old railroad spur.
. . .by dognapping the only three dogs who could beat Big Red.
-Nobody's getting my beautiful hair. -Me either.
That witch doctor may come back at any time.
That transmitter on Scooby's collar is moving awfully fast.