BROTHER MOOSE, SISTER COYOTE
It seemed to be a typical night at the forest, the animals were preparing to have their last nibble of food, or their last drink of water, and settle down for the night. The birds perched on their branches, settled their heads under their wings and prepered to settle down for the night. The sun had slowly set in the wes tand the only sounds to be heared were the ripple of the nearby brook and the occasional owl hoot or frog croak. Millions of stars blinked on and off in the pitch black sky.
But..not on this night.
This night was different from all the other nights. Slowly a brand new sound eminated from the deep, dark depths of the forest..a sound unlike any other one ever heared before. Slowly the brook began to bulle more than usual. The frogsthat called the lilypads home scurried in fright at the sight of what tyey saw. The biubbles continued to grow and froth until it looked more like an evil scientists's potion than a quiet forest pond. Soon an image began to come forth..a dark, tall shadow, coveredin seaweed and mildew, with a huge, horredous face that could hardly be seen through evil red eyes. He laughed, a dark laugh that brimmed with evil. At last, he was free after so many years. Unlike his brothers, who had been caught before him, he did not make the same mistake of wrecking havoc right away. He knew that NOW he could finally come out of hiding. Now..now was the time to begin his work.
A large, red and white van rumbled down a desolate road, on its way to the Van Ghoul castle, far from the city limits. In the drivers' seat sat a young man with dark blonde hair and a scruffy goatee. He seemed jittery, as he always did on these routine visits to the manor, but he paid no attention, as for him, it had become habit.
"Shaggy," his female friend in the passenger seat piped up, "Turn on the radio. I don't like all this quiet."
"Reah," the man's spotted Great Dane barked. "Roo ruiet!" He followed his opinion with a sorrowful whimper.
"Like, alright. Maybe listening to some groovy tunes will help me with these shakes." the man implied with a soft smile. Turning a the power knob to the radio, he then fooled around with the tuner to find a decent station. All three of the passengers in the van grinned when "Green Tamborine" started to filter from the speakers.
"It's been awhile since we heard this one," Daphne said, reclining in the seat.
"Like yeah," Shaggy added, "It's a good break from all that death metal rock playing on the radio these days."
"Aye," Daphne nodded, "What will they think of next? Twelve year olds as rock stars?" She chuckled.
"Like, how about this: hundreds of aspiring stars, like, competing against each other on national TV, and the nation gets to vote on who'll win?"
The Irishwoman raised a brow at her companion's suggestion. "That's a new one. And if either of them happened, it would be a signal that rock and roll is getting desperate."
"Not to mention scary."
"Reah! Rary!"
The three of them continued the trek, less than a mile from their destination, to meet their mentor Vincent Van Ghoul, and their two juvinile accomplices, Scrappy and Flim Flam.