"Take what you will, this dog has left plenty."
The chef pointed at one dog out of the ten that were in the butchery that had made a restroom out of the floor and countertops.
Scooby wasn't one of these dogs anymore because he took it outside and shied away from that mess for now. Then so he left that part of town and walked out of the buildingspace and walked out into the pasture grass into his dog bed proper and into waking up.
"Wake up, Scooby! Why, you weren't walking in your sleep at all!" Shaggy scolded Scooby with his hands on his hips staring down at him. Scooby hiccuped. Shaggy squinted at Scooby and scratched his chin, then walked a bit aways for speaking to the dog again without looking at him. "Well, you might want to check the dog food because it's cold." So Shaggy left the room and Scooby woke up.
Food that was stinky, cold and stale was waiting for Scooby on the tiled floor in a ceramic bowl that was as white as the toilet in the bathroom. Brown chunks were in the bowl, and Shaggy was walking out of the house to go jogging. He was in his red shorts and green windbreaker and he was already jogging in place while he was opening the door. Necklacing his stopwatch he reset the timer on it and he did go jogging just off of the sidewalk beside the street, where cars were coming behind him.
Dog took a bite from the dogbowl, laughed "Ree-hee-hee-hee-hee!" and then left the rest of it alone to walk elsewhere. The tiled floor continued into the living room in the same style, and when Scooby's paw pressed down on the clown horn that was laying on the floor, depressing the ball and letting out the noise, Scooby said "Yipe!" From the toy's perspective, Scooby walked away with his tail in mid swing above him.
He went into the carpeted computer room that had the ceiling fan running at a moderate pace and soft lights showing the office chair and desk with no accompanying monitor. Scooby turned on the computer to provide an additional fan to circulate the cool even further as he curled up into himself, put the tail as a blindfold over his eyes, and with a little extra effort for length, as a muzzle for his mouth and he passed away back into sleep.
The ears folded in and he was put into a North African landscape, where there were pyramids inferior his size and pyramids that touched the skies. Some of the pyramids pushed alongside Scooby's walk and cut into the sand to bury themselves to be sharks. They did this under Scooby massaging his paws, while he came to the biggest pyramid and lifted upwards, each of the pyramids with their apex points pushing the paws of the dog into the main pyramid entrance.
Worth noting is that the dog never had to stop walking from being on the sand to being on the limestone floor. The dog started down a corridor that was in the darkness but slowly the colors of orange and yellow revealed themselves and from that point onward the corridor was lit. It slanted lower still, with the moss increasing on the sides, floor and ceiling too, and came into a garden with an elevated top, a ceiling with the sun painted and the anubisdoo standing still.
The anubisdoo raised his hand, and then Scooby Doo raised his hand, and the anubisdoo immediately put it down. After doowalking over, he held his hand out once more. "Lay your tongue on the palm of my paw so that you can be weighed: either man or dog?" Scooby let go of this tongue to roll on the anubisdoo's paw and he informed, "Rog!" The anubisdoo analyzed what was said from his head and replied, "Dog."
Scooby sniffed the perfumed paw of the doo and smelled a familiar scent. "Rubysnax!" was said, and he slurped too. "No, Scooby! Ruby snakes; you must find these and come back another day. Why - I cannot say." So the Sun made a camera shutter noise in legato which became the field of vision for Scooby Doo, which then became the insides of the eyelids of Scooby Doo, which from there became a napped away, later part of the morning.
Scooby's tail turned off the tower but his tail also kept on the fan above and he made his way back through to the living room, passing the clown horn and swatting it with his tail to fall on the rug by the door. It was in the kitchen where he also walked passed the dogbowl and wrapped his tail around the food that was in it, so that he would drag the food and bowl alongside with him to wherever he was going. The dog went into the laundry room where he started and chowed.
While not dreaming, Scooby's thoughts pieced apart the dream and scurried eyes over it for details. He woke up because he saw the sun, so he would have to get sunglasses before the next time he fell asleep. He was also trapped in the pyramid because the pyramids that lifted him from his paws had done so at such a height that Scooby would only be able to slide down the slickness of the carved limestone and from there fall to his injury, as the main pyramid was floating. So Scooby would need rope to extend his tail's length to five lengths of his body so that he would be able to permanently attach smaller pyramids to his paws, that he may continue flying in the air.
Shaggy was jogging with determination down his street with 8 cars behind him slowly pulling along. Shaggy panted at a steady rate, with the sun out, and the sounds that he made, to him, marqueed to the back of him for the cars to follow. Maybe it was just the heat, but Shaggy would inhale and exhale twice for four quarter notes, and then each car behind him honked once, from first car to last, for eight eighth notes, and this repeated.
A hard rock song played on the radio at the house with a very similar rhythm except there was seven eighth notes instead of eight to cover itself up. Shaggy had shades in a case that were in his room but Scooby would have to find them first. So he walked through the tile in the living room, full from food, into the bedroom of Shaggy that shared the tile of the other rooms. It was not kept tidy, and there were Scooby Snax, so the dog chained a few of them along with his tail. And none of the drawers for Shaggy's clothes, folded neatly in their place, had the case with them, and the bed was unmade, so the case was not here either. Scooby sniffed for shades that Shaggy never wore, so Scooby kept alert for pockets of the room that did not smell of anything, and he therefore found the shades by the window with their presence of negative scent space.
Afterwards Scooby did not smell rope in the house, so there was a need for a substitute. The sausage links that were piled to the full capacity of the fruit crisper were what Scooby needed, so he took his share of half and dragged them with placement in the mouth, and the case with the shades were balanced on his head. The dog took these things and nudged his muzzle to open the garage door, where a second dogsbed was waiting for him.
Shaggy outran his cars and took some detour time in the gas station, not far from his house. His kneecaps locked and unlocked at rest when he saw some slushies that he could get, but for the best of his health, he didn't try today. He found that an energy bar would suit well, and sought out one labeled low glycemic out of reverence alone. Cashierette's hands took the bar, gave it back, took money, gave some back, and waved goodbye.
Shaggy half peeled his bar and eat some to digest. His hand was placed on the ceramic black rim on the top of the garbage bin which was hot from the sun. "Yow!", but it wasn't him and he looked back to where semis would park, empty so far, and found another lanky man with his boombox on record, mike in hand, and shouting with a controlled voice. Shaggy started over. "Like, what are you doing man?", asked with steps walking towards the man. "You know I'm trying this out for music! Keep a couple of these in your beat and people will learn to listen! Yow!" Shaggy found this fair and stuck around to see this guy work.
"Here lies Shaggy Rogers, 2000 to never, remembered for being there when no one else would reply." "Like Zoinks!" "What was that, Shaggy Rogers?" "I mean Yow!" "Yeah, he really gets me!" They shook hands and the guy promised to keep that in the portfolio if he was finding himself in the mood to release anything, to which he did. And Shaggy left with a PO Box scribbled to send money to, which he found home in a wallet of receipts.
Scooby pawswalked the city with its buildings having black colors and the streets had many gutters because the rain was not letting off. So he found a guy holding a newspaper like an open hardcover over his head, with the ink accumulating dripping off the sides without leaking through the top, covering his hands dark. And he had a hot can of soup clutched with his other hand to sip himself awake.
"Roop, roop roop!", the dog bellowed pointing his face towards the guy. "No I really don't have nothing, so you go stop and keep it nice and shut!" He glugged more of the soup to have it dribble some on his face.
Scooby nosed some Scooby Snax towards the man on a ledge that defined itself next to the man's lower ribs, and he looked over to it, so passive. "Nah I don't have any use for this. Nothing for this, you try the homeless before me next time okay?" and he walked away from the dog with his newspaper. So Scooby followed.
"Because I can't get out of the house no matter where I can go. Can't you just keep off me?" Scooby growled and started barking. "Can't have the time…" and he started running out of earshot, so Scooby ran after with barking. They made no progress beyond keeping up and got far from where he started behind the pursuit. Some turns between buildings later and the guy climbed up some latticework where Scooby couldn't reach him. He drank his soup, "piss in it", and dropped the empty can down. Scooby growled but then looked down at it.
"Look we can't understand each other no good you just take it already, I don't tolerate bites from mutts." The guy spit on the ground next the dog and it sizzled, so the dog took off with the can. The dog got lost in the alleys and a main street failed to appear, only giving way to more alleys. So Scooby took a break to map out what had been done so far.
His tail was ready to use, the segments on it not ridding potential, and he strapped the can to his behind, with the tail being held in place with his teeth. He looked up at the tops of the buildings with an unsure face, put his paws at his tip-toes, and spun around in his place until he got sickly fast, with the hole in the can making the sounds of a subway train screeching to a halt, and the alley got lost in the dizziness. The train in the subway fit into the tunnel so tightly that there was no empty space when the front of the train crawled backwards into it, sealing it. The station waiting space had stairs going up that ended in a ceiling of dirt above, with the train's lights illuminating the tunnel for Doo to go into.
And Scooby walked on the tracks for the train to follow him and seal him oppositely. When the train sealed behind Scooby from the opposite tunnel opening, the air smelled clear, and Scooby walked away in the dark.
And Scooby opened up his eyes with no transition back to the garage, and he said "Rats, rhoot!" and took a bite of sausage.
Scooby sniffed, and there was a sweatband coming to the house, because it was Shaggy. And what a Doo knows is that Shaggy doesn't eat the entire thing anymore when he's not around another dog, and that it was tucked somewhere that wasn't out in the open, and it was in Shaggy's backshorts pocket, and the wrapping teased out over the pocket, and the suction from the Doo's nose was enough to sniff it out of safety, and Shaggy's runner's high made him useless against theft. He footed the clown horn to make it honk but did not worry.
Sprawled like King Shaggy on the armchair, sweat not considered, his arm on the television remote, he turned it on and news caused the radio to be turned off. Shagster peered through the bottom of his sweatband getting in the way, but the news warranted it, with a black suit representing a story with his stocky build, and keeping weary of the rain.
"So you said it was raining there?" The press put a mike right by his lips so that he would be encouraged to speak. "Yes, evidently you can see it in the air it's raining. It's getting my suit wet - and we never get rain, so I'll have you go ahead and explain it to me - why? Why must you torment me with your rain and your questions?" "Sir we expected nobody out here to be complaining but you are. You're the first person we spotted!"
"Heehe, get a load of this, Scoob!" Scooby opened his ear out towards the screen like he was in on a joke. A dove flow across the reporter's shot with disruption. "Now you go on to tell me to ignore the birds too? I cannot tolerate this, these men with their equipment are going to follow me until they get a story." "Well you're providing plenty, if I may ask how long you've been out here?" "You may ask nothing about me, I will even lie in my obituary!" So he started walking away from the reporters and they still followed him.
The back of the suit of the black suit became so drenched in the rain water that microstreams of water poured down the entire length of backside in several lines. The perspiration got worse and clouded the cameras from reaching him with much success - he managed to run out of the line of the camera's sight, which an incoming car, braking and honking, further lost him to them. The woman in the car honked once, and then two more times quickly, and put her hands over her face to cry. Shaggy gawked at this.
"Hehh, looks like the kook got away, Scoob" he creaked, stretching his limbs and went to the kitchen to go get himself midnight snacks for when midnight comes. So the television took over the radio.
Shaggy also took a piece of toast and bit into it so that it would be like foam concrete for ears, and he chewed with his jaw and his teeth so that it would be a long and drawn out grinding of crisp matter. Scooby left the living room with a scowl and found other place to lay down, as the sound of Shaggy's toast would never diminish until he had swallowed it whole.
"Rumb roast" and Scooby fell back asleep on a patch of hardwood floor on the patio outside with cars driving through on slow to aid in the travel to sleep. And the day dimmed until it was pitched blacker and the ground underneath Scooby platformed away in half from a center point until it became train tracks again, and Scooby had his claws out for clacking.
He had his movement set up so that the two paws on one side of his body would clack against the left rail and then he would do the same with his two right paws for the right rail, and would alternate these clacks so that there would be 180 every minute. And Scooby did this both as a warning for whatever was ahead of him and as a warning that another minute under 180 would put him out of commission.
When Scooby squiggled his tail in waves, the subway tunnel, now lit, would also do the same, and he'd spring his tail inward and the tunnel would scrunch up alongside him, and when he strung his tail into a knot, the tunnel threaded into itself and crunched Scooby into a room. There was a lone conductor sitting on a stool fiddling with his pocketwatch like a yo-yo slowly, the walls and ceiling around him having railways that segmented off into uneven crevices. And the Doo came over and the conductor spoke, "You made the same mistake I did."
The Doo looked confused. "When I had knotted the tunnel when I was on my train I had made a hotel for my passengers, but when I did it on my own without my train I wound up stuck here. There's not much you can do to pass the time." and he tossed the pocketwatch over to the Doo, who could maneuver it like a yo-yo like the conductor did, but found that the chain of the watch could not be removed or tossed back, so the Doo looked back at the conductor and barked once. The man's eyes fogged up.
"The family heirloom was passed on to a dog!? Baaahahahahahaha!" the conductor crossed his arms over to hold his ribs laughing and he puddled over into the ground so that only his uniform and hat remained. So Scooby put these articles on, took out the whistle from the coat pocket with his snicker, and blew on the whistle. The volume of the whistle increased in exponents until the perception of the sound became that of water rushing at all angles of the dog's head.
Scooby took his head out of the toilet and walked back over to Shaggy in the kitchen, who was having trouble with the bread. White and soft as flour it flopped over his closed fist, and he stared at it with the face of an unsolved problem, he turned over to the dog, and said, "Come on Scoob, you know how to work the toaster." "Ruh-uh!" and he shook his head. "Come on, Scoob. Hey! Would you do it or a Scooby snack?" So the dog then confirmed with "Reah, reah reah!," excited. "Like, I would too!" So he took the two Scooby Snax and threw them into the air, and the dog took both of them and still waiting for his to fall down on his hand, Shaggy pressed down the toaster lever without adding the bread.
Dooby Doo puts the snacks on his eyes like coins and the preparation he made earlier for the city strapped upon him, and again he made it to the sand. Outside of the grains of sand, horizontally and above him was a white sky, and the pyramids were absent, but Scooby's eyes were now both snakes, jutting outward exploring. He skated on the fragment of sarcophagus into a hooded opening in the desert, and slid down to reach a cavern where the sand fell as slime.
The Doo slid right into the anubisdoo, who grabbed onto the two snakes of Scooby's head, being horns to stop him, and presented a third outreaching hand from the heart for Scooby's tongue to weigh, and presented apposable thumbs to weigh the tongues of each snake. The anubisdoo analyzed once again.
"These are not ruby snakes, Scooby Doo. These are the snakes of Scooby Snax. That is why your dreams have become detours. And it shall be that you will have four dreams now before you come back. To this, any snake will feed on gold, but the ruby snake will feed on mice." And the nature of motion become choppy in the chamber, and the anubisdoo primed its muscles, and when Scooby ripped out a "Scooby Dooby Doo-oo!" the anubisdoo ripped the snakes out of Scooby's sockets to sickening effect. And Scooby fell with his face into the dust, and his nose woke up with his muzzle in the dustpan.
"ruuhhh.. raaaghh!.. RUH-CHOOO!" was what it took to slide Scooby out of the carpet to the front door, where Shaggy was waiting with the retractable leash, yawning. "Aw Scoob, you don't need this" as he clipped it on to Scooby's collar and went out of the door with him. And Scooby took to the lawn to the left side of the sidewalk, and Shaggy took to the edge of the street on the right side of the sidewalk, and the two marauded a clothesline down the neighborhood.