All we need is a Miracle

Prologue: On our way to the Big Apple!

I was quite excited that we were taking a vacation. My owners decided that they finally needed a vacation from Nowhere, Kansas. We did live on a small farm. I swear that there are more supernatural threats here than anywhere else in the world. It was December 1. We were heading towards the city of New York. I hoped this didn't go like our last few trips. I scurried up the stairs to talk to one of my friends, Computer.

"Well, it seems like those two have finally decided to take you all on a vacation. I was worried that you were going to come and ask me for some advice, you twit," Computer typed. He could be quite cynical, but he was useful at times.

"Yes, we're finally going on vacation! No supernatural threats, nothing could go wrong," I said as I typed the same word... Computer waited a few seconds.

"That is an invitation that something will go wrong, you twit," he responded.

I shrugged. "No, it isn't. The last time we went there, we only had to deal with a cockroach and Muriel got to do her opera solo. What could go wrong?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you, you twit," he responded.

"Are you sure that you will be okay while we are gone?" Computer was going to be in the house all alone. He was way too heavy for me to carry.

"Courage, are you ready to leave?" I heard Muriel call me from the attic. I quickly scurried down the stairs. She pets me on the head and I wagged my tail and barked. "Good boy, I am sure that we are going to have a good vacation."

"Do we have to bring the stupid dog?" Eustace asked.

"Eustace! Courage is family, we have to bring him along on the trip with us," Muriel said.

Eustace groaned. "He will have to stay in the back seat, though. I don't want him to ruin the rest of the car." I sighed, as we left our small farm. Hopefully, it would still be there when we returned from our little trip. It usually didn't move. I sat in the back seat, as Eustace drove us to the airport in Nowhere, Kansas. I had to go into a dog carrier and be on the back of the plane. I found a clever way to undo the cage's lock. I had a whole carrier to explore for the time. I noticed another dog was in his cage, looking quite depressed. I walked over to his cage. He was a large dog. He appeared to be a Great Dane and not accustomed to the living quarters he was in. "Hi, I'm Courage," I said, introducing myself to the other dog.

"Ri, ri'm Rooby roo," he replied. The name sounded vaguely familiar to me, like I had heard it somewhere before.

"Why are you so down?" I was quite curious to the reasoning behind this dog's depression.

"Rell, ri rave rhis risease round ronly rin rogs. Ron't rorry, rit risn't rontognious, rit's rin ry rloodstream. Rit ris rlowly reating re raway," he replied.

I quickly realized why his name was so familiar. He had been on the news a lot. He was part of the famous mystery incorporated dog who had contacted the rare disease. He was being brought to New York to be the test subject to see if he had the cure. Scooby had lived for three years more than normal with the disease. He was an expectation. It was supposed to cost a lot of money to do the procedure. "Oh, you're that famous dog who has been all over the news. I have heard all about you. It was the talk of the world."

Scooby sighed. "Ri ron't rhink ri ran rive ruch ronger. Raybe renty-rive rore rays ror ro. Ry raster roesn't reven rave renough roney ro afford rit."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I thought for a brief second. "Well, I hope that you get better."

"Ri ron't rink rit ris rossible. Rime rhas rong rone rast re. Rhere ris ro rope reft rin rhe rmall rorld," Scooby sang.

"I think it is very possible," I said. I started to sing. "Anything is possible if you just believe it. I have dealt with worst things than you. It is imperative to never give up hope for the world. It is the season of miracle."

Scooby closed his eyes. He must have needed his rest for the operation. I walked around and saw another animal on the plane. It was a strange blue dog.

"Hi, I'm Courage. Who are you?" I asked.

"Meega Stitch," the dog replied.

I looked around for something else to preoccupy my time. That dog was way too creepy. I spotted a cage with a puppy in it. I approached it. I looked at the small puppy. It was blue with a white streak in its back. It looked at me.

"Hi, what's your name?" The little puppy asked.

"My name is Courage. What's your name, little guy?" I asked.

"I don't have a name, but my momma called me Lucky because I was the only puppy that survived out of her seven children. I am being sent to a shelter here. There is also another little dog in the cage next to me. She won't tell me what it is. Can you find it out?" Lucky asked. I approached the other cage and saw the small pink dog.

"I'm Courage. What's your name?" The pink dog was a poodle.

"My name is Nancy. I am a rare breed, the last pink poodle in the whole world. I guess I will see you around." She was certainly rude. I noticed that the plane was descending downward. I quickly got back into my cage and locked it. It was time to go to New York and have a stress free vacation.

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Muriel had finally let me out of the cage. We entered one of the yellow taxi of New York. I looked and saw that the driver was definitely human.

"We're going to the nearest hotel," Muriel said.

"Oh, the best one in town. I see that you know a lot about New York. That would be the Plaza Hotel downtown. I do hope you like children. There is one interesting child there. We should be there soon. It could take a while. Welcome to New York.

AN: This is my Christmas Story for the year. I must go to sleep! Have a nice night.