"Rratch out, Raaggy!"
It would be that when Scooby and Shaggy had come across obstacles along their path that they would wrap around it and once tightly wound enough, the effective clothesline would slice through the obstruction and they would always face the direction they wanted to by that point, continuing their jog. Both a light pole and a stubborn garbage bin were subject to this destruction, and it was very fortunate for the two that nobody decided to get in the way for most of the jog. It was contact warm outside, with the palm trees crackling like fireplace logs, and Scooby's coat reflected more things the faster he ran. Shaggy changed from inadequate jogging to hero running, with his fists firmly locked and his eyesight straight-ahead toward what they were coming to. The cable between the two of them was very talkative, with bouncing noises slinging off at the street; Scooby's stride was that of a greyhound, and Shaggy would fool unassuming eyes that he had skates on.
The cracks on the sidewalk fluttered by like a shutter. Scooby's mouth was completely shut, and Shaggy bared his teeth. A little boy with his roller-skates on was going the opposite direction with him holding a large lollipop with a red on white swirl being prominent, untouched from saliva.
Relatively the boy was taking a leisurely stride vs. the duo puma pursuit closing in on him. The boy looked up from the sidewalk he was idling at and couldn't make time to change his face by the time the clothesline whipped its way into his stomach. "OOO!" It stopped him dead in his tracks, the clenched eye pain face scrunched into place, and the lollipop dropped. Shaggy and Scooby ran at a gravity-restricted halt like demons, with the same bodily movements trying to make headway with their speed, with even their hair moving in slow motion. The boy fell to the side, his arms covering his stomach, and the two continued to zip by at their previous speed, not even considering the existence of colliding.
All of the hues that whizzed by the two increased in their saturation and were eventually distorted to the point where they weren't recognizable as anything but primary colors. Scooby's drool assumed unusual properties, with a thick, solitary string of wet mouth bouncing around on the concrete behind him like a stray tentacle. The wind jet apexing on Shaggy's forehead revealed a widow's peak, making him look more regal than was appropriate for what was going on. You could see every plank of wood that was included in the houses that were around them, self-focusing outlines, and the traffic signs looked even more solitary and unfeeling in their sharpness. Coming towards them on the sidewalk was crazy doggy on his skateboard; a curly-haired retriever assuming the skateboarder position, crouching and with hind paw pushing him swiftly on his way; front paws and tail provided balance. It looked like crazy doggy was well aware of what was coming at him.
Shaggy's inner thoughts yelled out "Scoob!" as the dog on the board was incoming, with the speed making Scooby look almost exactly like an evil greyhound with a Great Dane's coat through his eyes; Doo wasn't there. As the clothesline came, crazy doggy was crouched just low enough for it to miss the top of his head. Likewise, crazy doggy performed a jump right after this, with the trucks coming down on the gob of spack slithering behind so that crazy doggy grinded on the spittle of Scooby Doo. Upon being provided a small amount of lift from the thick bulb at the end of the trail of saliva, crazy doggy did one final ollie before slowing to a stop, getting off the skateboard like he wasn't anything special and started scratching his ear. The trick caused Scooby's spit rope to explode and it snapped him out of his predatory behavior, Doo face coming back full force. "Riiiike, rhook ouuutt!" he hollered as they came to a fire hydrant that marked an obstruction to their clothesline, which had given sudden slack. Scooby used his hind paws as brakes before this final impact occurred, but Shaggy could not save himself and let go of the leash right when they made contact with the hydrant; the tethering wrapped the hydrant like a hot towel with the plastic holder at top performing rattlesnake mimicry.
Shaggy's blur of motion complicated severely, with helplessly self-preserving limbs moving him across yards in a jumbled mess as if a rocket booster was guiding him across an ice rink. There was nowhere to go but over his head when his foot hit himself off the ground from a garden stone, that he flew into the top of a fir tree and huddled into it, scared of falling on his face. Scooby trotted over to him smiling, tongue out and tail wagging. Shaggy took a moment but regained his bearings and shimmied himself down from the trees, needles poking into his clothes, and caught himself when he made it to the ground. Brushing needles off, he took to walking with Scooby away, with the leash being left behind, and from the top of the tree sounded Shaggy's voice, "Scoooob! Get me down from here!"
If the sidewalks mostly had palm trees, then the park was where the fir trees would be found, and Scooby and Shaggy found their way to this place through walking. Shaggy's stride loop moved him towards the bench while popping the peanuts from the bag to his mouth; Scooby looked at the playground equipment with children and their mothers and thought it was all cute.
Shaggy sat down and just kept eating those peanuts. Scooby walked up the steps of the playground equipment and huddled himself in the holding area before the slide to go to sleep in.
Scooby woke up on a patch of dirt by himself, with the sun being on him and an expanse of mowed grass being around the dirt. The dog stretched to the extent that he could, with the tail straightening too, sprawled on the dirt, until he came back into his normal form, with his fingernails starting to grow. They initially grew themselves around the dog to form a doggy bed platform for Scooby, but eventually reinforced themselves even further and elevated the dog to stage height, and even further from this the nails constructed table legs from which to lift the dog much higher so as to become a vantage tower from which the Doo could peer at that which was below him. A rectangular section of ground decayed six feet under before him and filled itself with water so as to be a primitive swimming pool with tempera blue filling.
A boy in his trunks and a two-pieced girl shuffled to the water unsupervised and dove into it, rising back up and splashing at each other with their legs. Bodyguard Scooby watched over them, panting from the heat of the hot outside, and was content with the safety being observed, until the elevation of the pool decayed even further until the children were not within eyeshot.
Scooby yiped and panicked for the drooping pool, so he went ahead and got his pawnails to wriggle, curving him down inward the burrowing hole head first, to which he could see the level of blue water rapidly receding deeper and deeper. Gravity's assistance sped the fingernail travel down the depth, and the light showing where he was at quickly diminished until he was definitely in the dark. With no light the throttling of his speed only disoriented even further, he felt his eyeballs spinning around inadvertently in circles, and the children's laughter speedorbited by and by the Doo's head like slicerbirds would whizz around a globe. The dog's "rohhOOoohhOOoohh!" came to an end when the final splash of the water woke him to the bottom of the slide, where he concluded with another, calmer "ree-hee-hee-hee-hee".
"Come on I wanna get off the slide!" a voice whined from above him as a kid slid down and booted off the butt of the dog so that he was immediately walking towards Shaggy with tail up. "Heh so you enjoyed your dog nap, did you ol' pal?" Scooby didn't respond. As they left from where they were, the wind picked up, picking up the bag of peanuts that Shaggy had left over, letting it ride away from the park and deeper into the latticework of neighborhood sidewalks, to which when it was hovering midair down a particular avenue, crazy doggy came around to skate through and snatch it up with his front paw.
They made it back to the house, and Shaggy went to their mailbox. "Huh, there's like, no mail" Shaggy announced as he pulled out a thick stack of papers from it. The glow of their TV settled them down and the weatherman talked about the times when it was too hot and the times when it was too rainy, and contrasted the two to some odd effect. "Last August, we can recall a day where it was too rainy, whereas this January we remember a day where it was too hot. Why is this?" The weatherman looked satisfied in the face. "Why is this?" he asked again, softer.
Scooby turned his head back at the clock on the wall to see how late it was.
"And now we will go to our meteorologist to help us explain." A cartoon of the Sun marked the transition image from person to person, where a black suit was brought to camera attention. "Yes, so we have been expecting a storm for a while now." The man paused. "We've waited for a couple weeks, and there hasn't been a storm. The reason why this is." He clicked his tongue. "So the reasoning because of this is that some people in this city, they would like to pull a fast one on me, and each building that hugs the freeway would care to shower their hoses over me, drenching me. Now I ask you to look at this purple suit, once black, dyed because of inconsiderate people, and understand that there are stakes for not considering the emotions of those that appear on the television. It is a responsibility to punish you, thank you." "Now, you're telling me that it hasn't stormed in a few weeks and yet the rain was pouring down like water world just yesterday. Now how would you explain that?" he smiled. The meteorologist was already absent from the camera shot when it switched back. Remaining on this shot, the weatherman's voice chirped in, "Well you see, he couldn't explain himself, so he left. I wonder why he did that. Hm."
Right as it was in the middle of Shaggy going "Ha ha ha ha ha" to the television, Scooby pursued elsewhere, finding some task at handness in the kitchen. He took a halved French bread loaf stale, and some dill pickle coins to take to the bed. The light bulb in the kitchen dimmed up and down on its own like a screensaver.
Scooby put himself on his back so that the halves of bread stuck up under him like wings, and the coins were placed over his eyes, and his sprung-up tail balanced a third pickle slice at a higher level than his eyes were. As soon as he closed his eyes three times in succession, the placement of the pickles copied themselves in an upwards slant and Scooby got up to walk on this like stairs through the roof to outside.
The pickles took him up, so to see the night lights of neighborhoods, which upon recognition also copied themselves in the same direction, and when he had gotten to where he was over the clouds, opposing the night below, above the clouds had the Sun glaring, waiting for Scooby. Clusters of cloud also smeared themselves higher than Scooby was. A poof of thought from the dog manifested into Nibbles, who told him that, and advised him that, and assured him that, all at once, to stare into the Sun. Scooby refused this request, going higher, but Nibbles repeated his tri-attack of persuasion until Scooby did happen to glance at the Sun, an exaggerated saucer with orange spikes rotating like two submerged circular saw blades. This gave way to a swirling mass of cloud, however, and below the dog was now the surface of the Sun, with the atmosphere of Earth above.
Scooby swooped back down to land on grounded flames, which tickled like gremlins through the entire dog body. Pickles once ahead of him, to be walked on, fell in front in a line and thumped a black asphalt powder road into place for Scooby to walk around on, with the highest point of pickles coming down to form an unaccompanied cul-de-sac.
A perimeter walk got Scooby acquainted with the changeless Sun surface with the blue haze above and when he completed his circle a fireman came to walk behind him, so the dog turned around. Completely in flames, darker absences for the eyes and mouth, a six foot figure took to Scooby first with curiosity, and then to host behaviors, with the fireman reaching out to shake the Doo's hand, but pulling back after considering what he was doing. "Don't know where those paws have been. So Scooby, you came to the Sun looking for something!" with Ben Ravencroft's voice. Scooby chinned up with a "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!" The fireman pondered around with hands grasped behind the back, not responding for some time, but the logical next step of the apparition responding made the long lapse of time feel like an instant. "Why people haven't probed the most obvious thing.. Alright Scooby, I might be able to help you. I might be able to assist you. I could help you bring back something to your house" he went on before going back to his pondering. "No dog has done this in quite a while, Scooby. Last time they weren't domesticated and I had to eat them. So you left the leash behind because you didn't need it, so you can give me that collar of yours because you don't need it. It is a very sound connection." Two ends formed in the dogs necklace and retracted into a pinpoint on the back until it completely vanished, like twin seatbelts. "It is a petty exchange until you realize nothing is petty. You want ruby snakes? You can't have ruby snakes. You're just borrowing them, remember." A tightness formed around Scooby's neck, and he started coughing to wake himself up, which he did.
The dog woke up to the food around him missing. Shaggy was in the kitchen standing up with some crumbs left on a plate. Scooby roused up to find the twisted design of two red coiling snakes braided around his neck, with the heads of the two snakes wound around each other in embryonic fashion to make medallion, engraved on it "S" for snake.
"Buddy ol' pal you've gotta have yourself some grapefruit" Shaggy decided, and pulled one out of the fridge to slice in half for Ol' Scoob, which he deliberately finished over the hour. Shaggy emptied it in less than a minute and bounced the rind up from the top of his head into the open trash without even looking back. Scooby saved his rind.
"Well, I gotta catch up with the gang and we'll be back over. I'd drive ya with me but there's liiiiterally no room in my car." Shaggy double-bound another thick stack of paper with rubber bands before sticking it in his back pocket. "So you're the man of the house. Like, tube's all yours! Ha ha" and he walked out of the door without locking it, so Scooby would be unfettered once again to explore the house for things necessary.
This took Scooby to opening the attic door from the hallway ceiling, which encouraged down a five-step ladder for Scooby to get up into. Unlit, undusted, and smelling of a popcorn machine opened up the map of the place for Scooby Doo. He took with his tail a black battered umbrella, to be dripping with the paint that was slapped to it if it weren't so old. Scooby additionally took a pile of keys from a typewriter that were stacked around like someone who was bored with Scrabble's options. That was a fair, amused point for the voice of Nibbles to intrude back into Scooby's recollection, maneuvering the sounds it made in the dream to construct new sentences with which to communicate advice.
"Look at the Sun, Scooby Doo", this time the dog not hesitating to peek at the sunlight which bled in through the blinded attic window, and when attention was brought to it was when the fireman's deviled face flashed and flickered alternate to Nibbles' smiling mouse.
"Hey Scooby quick update I forgot to introduce myself in the dream my name is Nibbles and I think you bringing something nice like that out of your dream was sufficient grounds for me to tag along as well so let me be the first to say that you made a mistake I figure it all lines up that once all your gang is together that I will drive someone to commit a crime lead them to it and make them solve it."
The lack of further elaboration after this point made Scooby grow cold, and he came back down the stairs with his head lowered. The typewriter keys and umbrella fell through the roof to the ground like a candy trick. Scooby left these there for now and shut up the attic door.
Scooby came to the rug by the front door and laid by it, muzzle down, so that his jowls could feel the rattle of the Mystery Machine when it came around. He looked up to the peephole installed on the door, where the light coming through it flickered around in blue, green, orange, black, and yellow like a rotary dial was drawing them in, hitting the television. A horn welcomed from outside and the peeperlight hid back into typical dimness, so Scooby got up with some reserve vigor and opened the door, and there was Fred's encouragement, Daphne's lookie-there eyes, Velma's preoccupation smiling, and Shaggy with the sandwiches.