Deep down in the fiery depths of the underworld, where Driftloons come and go with damned souls, the devil worked in his office...stamping papers and putting them in his little tray. Next to him there was a chute where souls slide down when Driftloons don't grab them on their own. Four souls slid down and they floated there in front of the desk.
"Names?" The Devil asked, bored. When he looked up he nearly jumped back. "Oh hell, it's you guys." He said as he noticed Shaggy, Velma, Daphne and Fred in front of him. "Well, if you're here for your dog, he's in the corner pissing on my plant."
Scooby looked over when he was mentioned and quickly laughed and finished his business. Then he walked over to Shaggy and nuzzled his leg...then humped it.
"Wait, we don't belong in hell, we're good people!" Daphne shouted.
"Bullshit." The Devil retorted. He snapped and their file appeared. He opened it up and each paper floated up. "Shaggy's a druggie, Fred likes to screw dudes, Daphne's a whore, Scooby steals Scooby Snacks and Velma...hmm...nothing here on her, sorry. Oh well, you're here now, so welcome to hell."
The team all gasped in shock and Fred stormed up to the desk. "Hey buddy, this isn't fair! Do you know how many times we saved the day?"
"Too many to count, but your cartoony missions don't count. If this was the live action team, then maybe, but you pussies can stay here forev—hey, are you doing drugs here?" Satan stood up and walked over to Shaggy who was starting to light up. "Listen, uhh...if you give me some, I'll let you all go..." Shaggy handed the drugs over and the Devil pulled a lever on the wall. "Oh, sorry, paperwork error, go back to earth, kids. You can die another time."
The pipe sucked them all up and tossed them out next to a shiny new Mystery Machine. Fred stood up and clapped. "Alright gang, we're back in business!"
They all cheered except for Shaggy. "Yeah, man...but I'm drugless...this like, sucks!"
"Hey, at least our van's back, cheer up!" Daphne said as she opened up the driver's side door.
Suddenly a rat jumped out and...oh wait, it was just Scrappy Doo. "Hiya guys!"
"Hi Scrappy..." Everyone said in unison.
"So, what's up, guys? We gonna go kick some ass? We gonna go save the day and unmask some d-bag? Are we are we are we?" Scrappy was hopping up and down and nearly pissing himself in excitement.
"Nope!" A familiar voice said in the distance. "I am Iron Man, and today you're all going to die...again. Ugh...and that annoying idiot too, what's his face...Shitty."
"SCRAPPY!" The little idiot shouted from the ground. "My name is-"
"Don't care." He blasted the gas tank of the Mystery Machine ever so slightly. "BYE!" He flew away quickly before the large explosion happened. "I love my job."
And then the team all sunk back down to hell, where the Devil was at his desk...high as a kite. "Oh...it's you guys again. Mannn...this is some good shit."