Hello, everyone! It's Scrappy Doo Fan, comin' atcha! I know that the most activity I've had was a formerly-recent name change (and some updates for a different story), but I had some time to think of a new story idea. And so, as a tribute to my good friend, fellow user Ellis97 (known on DeviantART as Pelswick234), I've decided to release a new fanfiction story based on a script from 2000 for a movie about a CERTAIN mystery-solving Great Dane. However, while it's similar to the final product, there are gonna be a few MAJOR differences—for one, a CERTAIN Great Dane puppy is NOT going to be the main antagonist—that's for sure!
Scrappy will be a part of the gang, but he won't be as annoying as A TON of you think he is. And you call yourselves Scooby-Doo fans! If he were here right now, Scooby (the original, mainstream one) would say, "Rove me, rove my rephew (Love me, love my nephew)!"
But...to balance things out, Scoob and Shag will have an argument, and Scrappy will be left all alone, for the first time in his life...
Get it?
Got it?
Good.
ROLL OPENING CREDITS!
WARNER BROS. PICTURES: A TIME-WARNER COMPANY
As we pan towards an armchair facing a fireplace, the chair swivels around, revealing its occupant to be a bipedal pint-sized Great Dane puppy, who wore a red collar with a golden-lined, diamond-shaped dog tag. It also contained the golden initials "SD".
"Hello, dear readers. As most of you know, my name is Scrappy. Sure, most of you hate my guts, but at least hear me out. Now, most of you remember the 2002 film that villainized me, right? Well, I just wanna say...HALF THE STUFF IN THAT FILM IS A TOTAL LIE! If you want the true story, then I'll be glad to tell you."
Scrappy pulled out a journal and opened it. "Now, I am about to tell you a story about a demonic being known as Meggido the Daemon Rex, my Uncle, Scooby Doo, and the mysterious warrior known as the 'Salvator Docga', who would be the savior of mankind in its darkest hour…"
As we slowly zoom in on Scrappy's dog tag, we dissolve to a spooky animated forest as the opening credits begin...
NOTE: Imagine the opening credits as the animated one they originally intended to use for the 2002 film. The story will be told from Scrappy's P.O.V.
WARNER BROS. PRESENTS
A MOSAIC MEDIA GROUP PRODUCTION
In silhouette, we see a familiar quartet of teens holding flashlights, along with 2 dogs at their sides, as the logo appears on-screen.
"SCOOBY-DOO! AND THE WRATH OF MEGGIDO"
Starring...
As we see Fred, he tosses his flashlight & catches it, then swings it around like it's a pair of nun-chucks. Then, the batteries pop out, leaving the damn thing powerless.
FREDDIE PRINZE, JR. (Fred)
Daphne whips her hair back in slow-motion, then strikes a sexy pose as a pale-looking hand grabs her by the head and pulls her away.
SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR (Daphne)
We see Shaggy waving his fingers around the top of the flashlight, then he reaches behind himself and pulls out one of his trademark "Shaggy Surprise" sandwiches. He licks his lips, but just as he bites down, a brown-furred paw snatches the sandwich away from him. Shaggy ends up with his hands in his mouth-but nothing in his hands.
MATTHEW LILLARD (Shaggy; talk about irony!)
Velma flips the flashlight to show a number of different color patterns, as Fred slides in and does that 'eyebrow-shrug' at the screen as Velma glares at him.
LINDA CARDELLINI (Velma)
The big brown Great Dane himself is seen sucking his fingers, one-by-one as he licks his chops and lets his tongue hang.
…with SCOTT INNES
as
the voice of
"SCOOBY-DOO"
A small, bipedal puppy who looks like a mini-Scooby cracks his knuckles, throws a few punches, but then sees that Daphne isn't with them.
And JASON MORGAN RITTER
as
the voice of
"SCRAPPY-DOO"
As the gang keeps moving, a bound-and gagged Daphne hops behind them until 2 monstrous-looking hands attached to hairy arms grab her and yank her behind the tree. Scrappy makes like he's rolling up his sleeves, then charges into action.
also featuring
ROWAN ATKINSON
MIGUEL A. NUNEZ, JR.
ISLA FISHER
COREY BURTON
TARA L. STRONG
With PATRICK PINNEY
And MARK HAMILL
A minute later, Scrappy quickly begins running for his life, as pursuing him are: The Creeper, Charlie the Haunted Robot, Space Kook, the Black Knight Ghost, & Dr. Croaker (from A Pup Named Scooby-Doo in "The Schnook Who Took My Comic Book"). Scooby spots the monsters, then grabs his nephew and runs for it.
As he gets in front of the gang, Scooby proceeds to imitate the movements of the monsters that were chasing the gang, then runs for his life, taking Scrappy with him.
Based on characters
created by
HANNA-BARBERA CARTOONS, INC.
Composed by:
MICHAEL TAVERA
VINCE DiCOLA
TED NICHOLS
JOSH MANCELL
CRUSH 40
Looking behind themselves, Fred, Shaggy, and Velma then proceed to scream and run as well. Daphne, STILL bound and gagged, hops after them.
Scooby, Shaggy, and Scrappy continue running from the monsters, unaware of the fact that they're moving REALLY slowly.
The Creeper then turns back towards 5 odd-looking trees, squints at them, then shrugs and walks away. A few seconds later, it's revealed that Scooby and the others were hiding behind those trees. They then proceed to cheer and slap high-fives...until the Luna Ghost flies down cackling, and grabs Daphne, heading towards a factory. Scrappy's just about ready to haul off and maul the baddie himself, but Velma calms him before calling a group huddle, and she begins to discuss the plan...
LOCATION: WOW-O TOY FACTORY
Scooby-Doo Case Files #?: The Case of the Luna Ghost
At the Wow-O Toy Factory, the Luna Ghost cackled gleefully as he smashed through the window with Daphne in tow.
"Let go of me!" groused Daphne, struggling in the Luna Ghost's grip. "Okay, now I really have a wedgie...Fred! Velma! Can you guys hurry it up? This ghost keeps grabbing... Please!"
Up on the rafters, Velma sighed. "Jinkies..." before she turned on her headset. "Fred. Come in, Fred. Fred! Can you hear me?"
"Fredster here, Velms." came Fred's voice.
"Shockingly, Daphne's been captured again...that's okay!" sighed the brainy young lady. "When the Luna Ghost rounds the corner with Daphne, Shaggy, Scooby and Scrappy will pop out of the barrel..."
"And you'll activate the conveyor belt, spilling the oil onto the floor." finished Fred, referring to a bucket full of "gear oil" near Velma's position.
Velma spotted the Luna Ghost landing atop a giant spray-painted X on the floor. "Just remember my plan." she replied.
Elsewhere, inside the barrel, things weren't going so well.
"Like, chill out, Scooby-Doo. Stop shaking," Shaggy begged.
The Luna Ghost shot an aside glance at the reader (that's you), then simply lifted his finger and ignited his flame.
"Me? That's you!" replied Scooby.
"Right. It's me. Sorry!" said Shaggy.
"Both of you, knock it off!" whispered Scrappy. "Or else the ghost is gonna find us!"
Suddenly, Scooby's eyes bugged out of his head, like he'd just been poked by a porcupine.
"YIIIIIIKEEEESSSS!" he howled, shooting out of the barrel and blowing on his tail frantically...before the lid fell down and flattened his head.
Scrappy's ears drooped. "Never mind..." he groaned.
The Luna Ghost glanced at Scooby, and Scooby glanced back. The Luna Ghost then said..."Boo."
Scooby-Doo howled in fright before Shaggy pulled himself up.
"Scooby-Doo, what are you doing, man? Like, this is no time to..." he asked, as Scooby started pantomiming to warn his friend. Upon putting 2 and 2 together, Shaggy went pale.
"Oh, boy... like, there's a ghost right behind me, isn't there?" he asked.
Scrappy nodded, quickly and solemnly. The Luna Ghost smirked evilly, and Scrappy cracked his knuckles. But before he could even throw a punch, Scooby and Shaggy pulled him away as the Luna Ghost let out another fiery blast.
Up on the rafters, Velma punched the control button, and the conveyor belt started. The gear oil spilled on the X, which made it hard for Shaggy to run away since he couldn't maintain traction.
"Go, Shaggy! Go! Run!" begged Scooby.
"Like, I'm trying, buddy!" whimpered Shaggy.
Scooby and Scrappy turned around...and shrieked at the sight of the Luna Ghost, shooting another fiery blast behind them as they finally regained traction and took off running like crazy.
"Fred, now! Hurry up!" yelled Velma.
Quickly, Fred pulled out the firehose and tried to blast the ghost, but since he could fly, Fred missed and sprayed Velma instead, which caused her to fall off the rafters. Luckily, her leg was snagged by a stray chain nearby, so she was left suspended in the air. And finally, the net that was meant to trap the ghost landed on Fred.
"Sorry! Sorry, Velma..." Fred apologized hastily.
"I know, Fred..." sighed Velma, feeling exasperated.
Elsewhere, our cowardly trio was running for their lives.
"Where's the ghost?!" yelped Shaggy.
"He's right behind us!" replied Scooby, before spotting a... "Skateboard!"
Sadly, Shaggy ended up stepping on the skateboard and was sent rolling towards a ramp, which sent the trio careening into the air, narrowly dodging a spinning fan's blades and smashing a hole in the barrel for Shaggy to see out of.
"Is he still after us, Scoob?" asked Shaggy, as Scooby was gaining some majorly big air on the board...which ended up skating onto a conveyor belt filled with dangerously sharp implements.
"Zoinks! Grab the hook!" yelled Shaggy.
Scooby held up Scrappy, who grabbed onto the dangling hook with his teeth, and Scooby clung to him.
"Hold on, Shaggy!" yelled Scooby, as they were pulled away right when the skateboard got smashed.
The Luna Ghost chuckled at this, until he saw the trio swinging right towards him...
K-K-KRASSSSH!
Velma switched on the factory's lights, as she and Fred ran over to the downed Luna Ghost, lying atop a pile of dolls.
"Daphne, are you okay?" asked Velma. Her response came in the form of said redhead clawing her way out of the toy pile.
"I'm so over this damsel-in-distress nonsense..." she grumbled.
"Uh, where's Shagster?" asked Fred. Suddenly, Shaggy popped out of the pile, with his two dogs beside him!
"Like, I'm right here, man." he replied.
"Me too!" added Scooby.
"Likewise!" finished Scrappy.
"Scoob, that was fun. Let's grab another skateboard and like, do it again." grinned Shaggy.
"Yeah! Eee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" agreed Scooby, nodding his head like crazy.
"No thanks, guys...I've had enough a' this craziness ta last me the rest of the night..." grunted Scrappy, cracking his neck.
Suddenly, the Mystery Machine crashed straight through the wall of the factory, leaving everyone shocked.
Scrappy groaned. "First some wacko steals Daphne, now another wacko steals the VAN?!" he groused. "Alright, wise-guy, let's see if ya think it's a good idea to carjack when Scrappy-Doo is on the job!"
But when the side-door opened, out stepped Pamela Anderson (who's here for no reason other than CELEBRITY CAMEO...cuz they did a bunch of those in the 70s, and now they're doing a bunch of them now), followed by a pair of cops, followed by a throng of screaming fans. Fred, suffice to say, was more than eager to sign some autographs.
"There you go...one for you...all right, nice to see you..."
The only one who was confused as all hell was Scrappy (and myself, if I count).
"OK, would someone explain WHY this lady is somehow driving our van?" he asked.
"Thank you so much for saving the factory," smiled Pamela as she hugged Fred.
"Pam, any comments for us?" asked a reporter.
"This is a victory for any celebrity who wants to make a quality, ecologically-friendly action figure." she replied.
"Fred, what's the secret of your success?" asked another reporter.
"Teamwork. I do a tremendous amount of teamwork, and I always have a plan," replied Fred. "C'mon."
Nearby, Velma rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, MY plan..." she griped. Scrappy gently patted her on the leg, since he wasn't tall enough to reach her shoulder.
"I knew from the start there was no phantom," explained Fred, reaching down and unmasking the ghost. "The Luna Ghost is, in fact..."
Shaggy, Velma, and Daphne gasped. "Old Man Smithers?" they asked in disbelief.
"The creepy janitor?" asked Pamela.
Scrappy rolled his eyes.
"Smithers wanted revenge after you refused to go out with him." Fred continued.
"How could you, Pamela? I'm a lover-boy of George Clooney-an proportions." commented the janitor.
"Talk about egotistical..." scoffed Scrappy.
"Fred, how was the ghost able to fly?" asked another reporter, before Velma stepped forward.
"I can answer that. Watch." she explained, tearing away the costume and revealing an odd-looking suit. "These balloons fill with a highly potent helium synthesis, giving the Luna Ghost...his weightless appearance." she finished, activating the suit and causing Old Man Smithers to float into the air.
"I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids...and your dumb dogs! I'll get you for this!" he yelled.
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" howled Scooby.
"And Scrappy-Dappy-Doo!" added Scrappy with a thumbs-up, as everyone laughed and cheered.
And yes, it seemed like another mystery had been solved, once more. Though it was plain to see that there were definitely some feelings of malcontent bubbling beneath the surface...
SHORTLY AFTERWARDS, OUTSIDE THE WOW-O TOY FACTORY...
"Fred, I can't believe you took credit for my plan again." griped Velma.
Daphne scoffed. "Some plan. That ghost pawed me for an hour and a half."
"Daph, look. It's not our fault you always get kidnapped." Fred stated, rather bluntly, might I add.
Daphne was flustered and appalled. "I don't always get kidnapped! Can't believe you'd say that to me!"
Velma rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You come with your own ransom note," she commented, before Daphne took away her glasses.
"Who's helpless now?" asked the redhead smugly.
Velma stumbled around, her poor eyesight doing nothing to impact her anger. "I'm going to kill you, Daphne!" she snapped.
Velma was just about ready to tear Daphne a new one, and before Scrappy could intervene, Shaggy tried to ease the tensions.
"You guys, look, I know I'm just the dude that carries the bags..." he explained. "but we all play an important part in this group. I mean, we're just like a big, delicious banana split. Fred, you're the big banana. Daphne, you're the pastrami and gum-flavored ice cream; and Velma; you're the sweet-and-sour mustard sauce that goes on top. That sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"
Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect. Instead of inspiring them to come together, it only drove them apart.
"You know what, Shaggy? You've really put it in perspective for me." replied Velma.
"Thanks!" Shaggy beamed.
"I quit." continued Velma. Shaggy's face fell at that.
"No..." said Scrappy, in disbelief. Sure, he and Velma hadn't exactly seen eye-to-eye on some occasions, but he'd never wanted her to quit...or any of the others, for that matter. He DID genuinely enjoy having her around.
"No way; you can't quit," Daphne protested. "I was gonna quit in, like, two seconds. Now everyone will think I copied off the smart girl!"
"Now, wait a minute," interrupted Fred. "Maybe I quit...I do. Yeah, I quit!"
"I'm out of here." Velma stated, and she walked off into the night.
"Good riddance." Fred said as he walked off afterwards.
"Don't... no. Don't go..." said Shaggy, as Scrappy could only look on. "Come on, you guys, don't do this. Please don't go."
Daphne bent down so she was eye-level with the Great Dane puppy. "How about it, Scrappy; do you wanna come with me?" she asked. "I'm gonna take up martial arts, and I could probably use a sparring partner!"
Scrappy glanced to her, then to his uncle and Shaggy, then back to Daphne.
"No thanks, Daph," he replied. "This is a difficult time for Uncle Scooby and Shaggy, so they'll need my help to get through it."
"Well...alright," said Daphne. "Keep on kicking bad-guy butts for me." And she reached down, picked up Scrappy, and gave him a hug. "Remember, puppy power."
Finally, the hug ended, and Daphne put Scrappy down and walked off into the night, giving Shaggy and his canine compatriots a final farewell wave before she left.
Shaggy waved back as Daphne left, and a tear ran down his cheek. The girl he'd had a huge crush on since they'd met in 5th grade had just left.
Scrappy was simply putting on a brave front for Daphne, and the moment she was out of sight, he collapsed into his uncle's embrace, crying quietly. Three of the friends he had in his life had just exited it.
Scooby glanced at his emotionally-vulnerable nephew, whom he'd never seen cry before, and then back to Shaggy.
"Do I quit?" he asked.
Shaggy sighed. "No, Scoob...friends don't quit...especially not when other friends need them. It looks like it's just you, me, and Scrapster for a while," he replied.
"What now, Shaggy?" asked Scooby, patting Scrappy on the shoulder.
"I guess we'll all just do what we do best, Scoob." replied Shaggy, climbing into the driver's seat.
Scrappy sighed, climbing into the van and putting on his seatbelt. "Maybe there's a buffet or sumthin' somewhere..."
Shaggy smiled a bit. At least Scrappy wasn't as sad as he'd been earlier. Then again, the whole incident HAD greatly affected them in many ways.
For starters, Scrappy had completely stopped saying his other two catchphrases...he hadn't uttered "Puppy Power!" or "Lemme at 'em!" even ONCE that day.
He really WAS sad...even if he didn't act like it...
The Mystery Machine started up and drove away, into the distance with three passengers on board. Where they were headed? Nobody knows for sure...
TWO YEARS LATER...
It was a bright, sunny morning on the campus of Coolsville University (I mean, what ELSE would you expect during Spring Break?), but in his office, Professor Albert Beauregard Rogers was not having a good day.
He was crying in front of his desk, while Shaggy, as well as Scooby and Scrappy, watched as they each took a seat. For those of you wondering what happened to Albert's robot butler, Robie, he never exactly DID manage to work out the bugs, so he had to scrap him. On Prof. Albert's desk, a tape recorder played a message on repeat.
It went like: "Some type of demon is chasing me! It just got Mandy! Please, Daddy-" the rest of it included a loud "CRASH!" a scream of fear, a wild roar...and then the line went dead.
Scrappy's neutral expression became one of concern and fear. During the past 2 years, he'd really bonded with Shaggy's cousin Isabel over a shared love of art and mixed martial-arts. She was one of the few people who didn't think his "Puppy Power" catchphrase was ridiculous...she actually thought it was kind of cute. That always made him blush furiously.
"The police won't do anything!" Albert sobbed. "They said it's a haunted theme park, that it's normal for people to get panicked calls!"
"When's Izzy supposed to get back?" asked Shaggy.
"At the end of Spring Break, a week from tomorrow." replied Albert.
"Maybe we should, like, wait until—" Shaggy started, until Albert cut him off. "NO! Something strange is going on…these 'Spooky Island' reps won't even let me speak to my own daughter!"
He grabbed Shaggy by his forearm as he broke down in tears. "Please, Norville! You must go to Spooky Island! You have to find Isabel! YOU HAVE TO SOLVE THIS MYSTERY!"
"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SOLVE A MYSTERY!" exclaimed Shaggy.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU WERE A PROFESSION DETECTIVE SINCE YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!" replied Albert.
"YEAH, BUT I HAVEN'T BEEN A DETECTIVE FOR TWO YEARS!" retorted his nephew.
Albert sighed. Then, he placed some money on the desk and slid it towards Shaggy.
"These are my savings. Do whatever you need to find my baby princess," he begged. "And I have something for Scooby, if he'll go."
Scooby shook his head in resistance. "No way; Nuh-uh!" he replied.
But when Albert pulled out a bag of Scooby Snacks from a vase, Scooby's tune changed. As he rolled over on the carpet, knocking things over, Scrappy simply rolled his eyes in embarrassment. Those little snacks had been the cause and solution of many a problem in the past two years...especially due to Albert's nanobots being in them.
As Scooby tried to reach for the bag, it was then yanked away.
"Scooby…the whole bag is yours if you and your companions go to Spooky Island & find my daughter." Albert explained.
Scooby nodded joyfully. "Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah!"
"But, Uncle Albert; Fred & Velma figured everything out! I was just the guy who carried the bags," Shaggy protested.
"Then get your friends to come along," Albert replied as he went upstairs.
As soon as he was out, Scrappy chimed in with his input. "Easier said than done, Shaggy. We haven't seen hide nor hair of them for the past 2 years...and believe me, I want to help save Izzy."
"Chill out, Scraps; if there's one thing about members of Mystery Incorporated, it's that no matter WHERE we are, we ALWAYS manage to draw a lot of attention to one another!"
And while it was easy FINDING the gang, it wouldn't be as easy getting them to work as a team...
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