"Rellllpppp!" Scooby howled, snowboarding recklessly down a hill of new-fallen snow with a glowing creature on his tail! The massive beast, as wide as it was tall, lumbered quickly down the hill after the Great Dane.
But as Scooby crossed the finish line, the glowing monster received the shock of his life as it was suddenly covered with piles of snow from cleverly-concealed snow machines.
"Hey! Get me out of here!" the monster shouted desperately in a voice that sounded more human than hellish.
As a crowd gathered around the scene, Mystery Incorporated dug the glowing monster out from the snow pile and Velma yanked off its mask. "Chase von Winter?!" the assembled group chorused.
"Yeah, you caught me," Chase sighed. "I couldn't risk losing the race and my family's honor in the process."
"So you became the glowing monster to scare everyone away from the competition," Fred explained.
"And I would have won, too," Chase scowled. "If it weren't for you meddling kids!" The owner of the ski resort, Victor von Winter, a black-haired man with a large nose, ambled onto the scene. "Dad!?" Chase exclaimed. "This isn't what it looks like!"
Victor surveyed his costumed son with fire in his eyes. "Son, because of this stunt, you're grounded for a month. And no snowboarding, either." Chase tried to protest, but his dad's tone left no room for arguments.
Meekly, Chase extricated himself from the pile of snow and scampered off to his room. Victor watched him go before turning to Mystery Incorporated. "Thank you for your help, kids," he said with a grin before turning back to the assembled crowd. "The von Winter snowboarding competition is back on!" he announced to cheers, whoops and hollers.
After the contest, Mystery Incorporated headed towards home. With the heater on full-blast, the Mystery Machine bounded down the freshly-plowed road away from the von Winter ski resort. "So, like, what are you going to do with that huge snowboarding trophy?" Shaggy asked Scooby in the backseat.
Scooby thought for a moment. "Rell it. Ruy rhookies," he barked happily before sticking his head out the window in an attempt to catch a snowflake or two.
"Hey, gang, look at this," Velma exclaimed, flicking absently through the newspaper. "It's an ad for a snow-castle building competition nearby."
"That might be fun," Daphne remarked. "Is it close by?"
Velma examined the ad carefully. "Ah, here it is. It's at the Hotel Nieve," She replied, quickly rattling off the address for Fred's benefit.
"We're barely an hour out, then," Fred replied, flicking on his turn signal and skidding down an exit ramp.
"Well, this'll be nice," Shaggy replied. "I mean, whoever heard of a snow-castle-monster?"
"Rot rhe," Scooby barked excitedly.
Shaggy pulled out a pad of paper and pencil (Usually used for shopping lists) and, with Scooby's help, began to sketch out his snow castle.