Doggy Style, by Dickfart
"Ruh ro, Raggy," said Scooby. "I rink I rate rum rocolate."
Scooby, eating a thousand jillion Hershey kisses that he found in the dumpster, just NOW realized that it was a bag of chocolate and not a heaping helping of squirrel turds. Thusly old Scoob keeled over and died. The children from FNAF cheered.
"Like zoinks, Scoob. You're dead!" said Shaggy.
"It'd be a shame to let dat ass go to waste," said Fred, and he pulled down his pants and directed his meat chode into the dead dog's anal cavity, Doggy Style! Daphne found this sexy and decided to flick her bean.
"Like gosh, Velma. Want to me to place my hotdog in your buns?"
"I hope you all die," said Velma with a smile on her face. The live studio audience said, "aww."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Fred. After he came, he not only pulled out his schlong, but a mouse trap was clamped down on the head. "YES! I fucking love traps!"
"Oh Freddy," said Daphne, who squirted so hard that the geyser bursting out of her vag hole launched her to the moon.
"Jinkies!" said Velma. The live studio audience laughed.
"I think my dick is infected," said Fred, his throbbing member dripping with blood, pus, and dog shit. Velma took pitty on the bastard and pushed him off a cliff.
"Like, Velma. You killed Fred!"
"Now it's your turn," said Velma. She made Shaggy strip naked, stole all of his pot, and drove away. He would eventually die of exposure, violent bear sex, and not having enough pot.
Velma sold the Mystery Mobile in a pawn shop and would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids and their stupid dog rotting in the woods. You see, she was trying to sell some fat bowls to teenagers, but some shitty kids stole her best herb, and she had to case them down into the woods. Once in the woods, she tripped over Scooby Doo's rotting corpse and her face landed mouth first into Shaggy's dead asshole. She gave up on life right then and there.
The End