Holy cow, this took FOREVER to write, mostly because I've also been forced into that mystical thing called "the real world" and it's no fun. Anyway, here it is and I hope you enjoy!
Crouched in the backseat with his lanky owner, Scooby whimpered sadly as the Mystery Machine bounded through sheets of rain to yet another spooky mystery. "Rappy rirthray ro re…" he mumbled under his breath.
"So where are we going now?" Shaggy called from the backseat, seemingly ignorant to his pet's sadness.
"We're going to the radio station, K-GHOUL to investigate a robbery there," Fred proclaimed, flicking on the windshield wipers to full blast.
"A robbery?" Daphne parroted. "That's not exactly our kind of mystery…"
Velma chuckled. "It is when the robbery was committed by a Howling Ghoul."
With a sigh of frustration, Scooby placed his paws over his ears and whined.
Amid flashes of lightning and rumblings of thunder, the colorful van screeched into the K-GHOUL parking lot. The gang exited the van and dashed towards the front door of the radio station, an enormous brick building with a large metal tower stretching towards the heavens.
The sopping wet gang entered the station and wrung themselves out as best they could. "Ah, Mystery Incorporated!" a tall, dark-skinned woman proclaimed, striding up to the gang with a clip-clop of brown heels. She wore a white, button-down blouse with a tan jacket and khaki pants. Jet-black hair curled and spiraled down her back and ended at her waist. "Welcome to K-GHOUL. I'm Angela Williams, the news director here. I also host Dynamite Music. And please let me be the first to thank you for coming."
"We're glad to help," Fred replied, offering his hand to the woman and leading the introductions. "Where's this ghoul?"
Angela led the gang to set of double doors. "You're just in time, actually," she replied. "The howling ghoul just struck again! He snatched away some of our high-tech equipment and raced through these doors! So we need one of you to go in and chase him out!"
Fred folded his arms across his chest. "Sounds like a job for Scooby!" he exclaimed.
Scooby yipped and cowered behind Shaggy's legs. "Ruh-uh! Ro ray! Rits ry rirthray!"
Shaggy none-too-gently shoved his protesting dog through the double doors. Scooby whined in fright as he was plunged into absolute darkness, but the ever-faithful hound reluctantly sniffed his way through the blackness, sadly humming 'Happy Birthday' to himself.
Suddenly, two glowing dots appeared in the darkness! Scooby yipped in fear as the lights came closer…and closer…