(thunder clapping)
(fire crackling)
- You have to admit Fabian, it's more than toy sales
that's bothering your uncle.
- I know.
It's the curse.
(Shaggy and Scooby gasping)
- It's Vladimar Harstikor.
- Vladi-whosee? Hartsa- what's it?
- I think it's time I told you about
Vladimar Harstikor and the curse
of the sinister snowman.
- [Fabian] He was a mean old man who watched
with contempt as the city grew around him.
He hated people and wanted only to be left alone.
Then his worst nightmare happened.
My uncle built the Menkle's toy store building
with its beautiful Christmas glockenspiel
right across the street.
(bells ringing)
It drove him into a bitter madness.
Legend has it that he became pure hate
vanishing in a flurry of snow and bitterness
to form a snowman with his sinister evil soul.
It was 20 years ago today that he just vanished.
That same night the giant clock stopped and
it's never worked since.
Now, Vladimar has returned.
He's possessed my uncle Havros.
It's the only answer.
The curse of the sinister snowman will finally
destroy our families toy store.
(gulp)
- All right, gang gear up.
We have a mystery to solve.
(spooky Christmas music)
(Scooby and Shaggy laughing)
(wind howling)
(footsteps crunching in the snow)
- This is Ascot 1.
Yard is clear.
Repeat, no sinister snowman in sight.
You read me glasses girl?
- Fred, we're standing right here.
(heavy winds blowing)
- Like, can we go now?
- Yeah, let's check out the mansion.
- No, I meant, like, home.
Can we go home now?
(wind howling)
(door creaks opens)
(spooky violin music)
It's like some kind of winter woeful-land.
(house creaking)
(spooky violins playing)
- All right, gang, time to split up and look for clues.
- Like, we vote, we don't split up.
- Yeah, scary stuff always happens when we split up.
They never listen to us.
- Sometimes I think they keep us around
because we make them look smart.
- And to eat all the leftovers.
- [Both] Mm mm, leftovers.
- Will you two quit talking about food and
go check the basement.
- Daphne and I are checking the attic.
(door creaks creepily)
(spooky music)
- Hold the phone.
Rockets. I love rockets.
Can I keep 'em Daphne?
Can I? Can I?
- No, Frederick Jones, you cannot keep them.
They're evidence but of what, I'm not sure.
- Silver iodide?
- Don't they use that to freeze clouds
and make rain?
(spooky music)
(door slams)
- Huh? Wha?
(Scooby whimpers)
- Whoa.
Huh?
Look Scoob, miniature train tracks.
Did that Vladimir guys sound like someone
who liked to play with toy trains?
- No way.
Hmm?
Hey, Shaggy, check this out.
(growling sounds)
I'm a scary monster.
(laughing)
- Ooooo, I'm a scary monster too.
(laughing)
(roar)
Zoinks, like, run Scooby-Doo.
- A postcard?
"You'll never see me again."
Jinkies.
(yelling)
- [All] Ugh.
- My glasses.
I can't see anything without my glasses.
Nngh.
Now I wish I couldn't see at all.
- Huh?
(yelling)
- [All] Huh?
- Hey, snowball, catch.
(yelling)
- He's frozen us inside.
- That leaves us only one thing to do.
- Order a pizza?
- Yeah, like, with double anchovies and pineapple.
- Not exactly.
- We have to figure out a way to trap him.