And now for a new episode, at long last!
But this isn't just any ordinary episode- it's a CROSSOVER! …I mean, more of a crossover than it already is…
For those of you who have never read Wherever Girl's "Security Authors 2: Return of the Mayhem", this may not make too much sense, but I hope you enjoy anyway!
d~b
*Episode 18*
Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip: Security Guards!
(aka, the Security Authors Crossover)
"I can NOT believe you talked us into this…" Pugsy muttered as he walked down the streets of Toontown with Shaggy, Flip, and the writer, ATF. "Seriously, is this the best idea you had to get us some recognization?"
"Well, it's our only hope for getting more reviews!" ATF retorted. "With our budget, it's a miracle we're able to keep the season going!"
"I thought Shawn K. was helping cover everything?" Flip questioned.
"That's mostly for cameo-appearances. Those TMNT references don't come cheap, y'know,"
"So, like, why did you sign us up to be security guards?" Shaggy asked. "Couldn't we have just sold some merchandise or something?"
"Merchandise?! With the minimum profit WE have? Dude, you're lucky if you get a coffee mug with your name on it!"
"Alright, alright, our budget stinks, we get it!" Pugsy scoffed, crossing his arms. "But there had to be something easier than guarding a night-club!"
"Oh c'mon, Pugs, all we have to do is stand out front, make sure only the listed people get in, and act tough. How hard can it be?" Flip questioned.
"…Considering our security team as 2 kids, one coward, and I'm the only one with any muscle, chances are people are going to see this as a bad set-up to a Summer Blockbuster,"
"Oh, you've seen the Nostalgia Critic's videos too, huh?" ATF replied.
Pugsy only rolled his eyes.
They got to the end of the street, standing in front of the famous establishment, The House of Mouse. Max Goof was standing out front, starting his shift as the valet and waiting for the guests to arrive. He turned and waved at the foursome, ATF and Flip waving back. "So, you actually got them to work the shift, huh?" Max asked ATF.
"It was either work as security guards for the night, or have me end up doing another movie," Shaggy replied, then gave a shudder. "After 20+ movies, I was willing to give in."
"Basically, I was the only one looking forward to it," Flip said. "It shouldn't be THAT bad,"
"Yeeaaaah- that's what the last few recruits said," Max replied, clearing his throat.
"Just for a heads up… your sister isn't working, is she?" Pugsy asked ATF.
"No- the rest of the security guards were sent out on important business." ATF answered. "I'd tell you what, buuut considering I'm not writing the plot to SA, I don't have the copyrighted permission to give out every detail of the story."
Pugsy rolled his eyes. "Lets just get this night over with,"
"Right. Flip, why don't you and I go check out the perimeter?"
"Okay!" Flip replied, and the two kids took off.
Shaggy blinked. "Am I the only one concerned that we're letting two KIDS wander off into oncoming trouble?!" he questioned.
"They're just checking the perimeter, Shag. What could go wrong?" Pugsy asked… and noticed Shaggy's hair stick out.
"Aaaaaand, you've jinxed yourselves," Max remarked.
"Like… why did you have to ask that?!" Shaggy asked Pugsy.
d~b
So what went wrong that night? Lets start with the part where we're introduced to a new antagonist: The Phantom Blot. A character from the Mickey Mouse comics, he is a sinister, cloaked-and-masked figure who is after the famous mouse…
And, no, he's not like the Shadow Blot from "Epic Mickey" as that villain is actually more sinister and threatening and this one… well, like Robotnik, he's more of a goofball.
"Hey! I heard that!" The Phantom Blot shouted at the narration. "Geez, as if I didn't get enough slander from the narrator in Security Authors…"
Just talk about your newest scheme, we're on a tight schedule here!
"I was getting to it, stop interrupting! *ahem*" The Blot snuck around the back of the club, pressing himself the back door, listening in to make sure the coast was clear. "So Mickey and Oswald think they're one-step ahead of me, do they? …Well, in that case, I'll just have to offer an 'exchange'," he peeked through the window, seeing Pluto walking along. "Right after I grab something to 'offer', ha ha!"
"And what would THAT be?"
"GAH!" The Phantom Blot leaped into the air out of his cloak, only to land right back in it. He turned around, seeing Flip Chan and ATF standing there, Flip being the one who spoke. "What are you two kids doing back here?!"
"Checking the perimeter. We'll be your foes for this evening," ATF answered.
The Blot arched an eyebrow. "I see… Aren't you two a little young to be security guards?"
"Yes. Yes we are," Flip replied.
"Now, are you going to come quietly, or do we have to unleash the hurt?" ATF questioned.
"Ha! Oh please, who do you think you are, your sister?! You two can't do anything to m-"
*SPLUT!*
A pie then hit the Blot in the face. "Nice arm, Flip." ATF complimented.
"Ah, I've been wanting to do that gag for a while," Flip replied, modestly.
"Ptthh! You honestly think a simple pie would stop me?!" The Phantom Blot sputtered.
"Oh, it's not any ordinary pie- it was full of catnip!"
"Wha-?"
"Meow." A gray cat walked up to the blot.
"Ooh, you're having a tiny cat come after me? How pathe-"
"Meow," came an orange cat.
"Meow, meow, meow…" came several more cats, up the alley.
Top Cat then popped his head out of a trash-can, along with the rest of the Cattanooga Cats. "Hey, who's got the cat-nip?" he asked, as they stepped out.
"Sthay, I smell it on that guy!" Sylvester exclaimed.
"Meow!" Sebastian exclaimed… which was translated to, "Get him!"
In a wave of fur, every cat within a 10-mile radius ran towards the Phantom Blot. "GAH! Keep away, you crazy cats! AAAUUUGH!" he screamed, running down the street, pursued by an army of felines.
"Cats: If they're not taking over the internet, they're taking out anyone wearing black," ATF chuckled.
"C'mon, we'd better tell Mickey about this!" Flip said, and the two teens ran in.
d~b
"The Phantom Blot is back?! Already?!" Mickey gasped once he was informed, as the security guards stood in his dressing room. He then looked at ATF. "I thought you said he would be cowering under his bed-sheets for the next two months!"
"Well I didn't know it would take THIS long to update! Gimme a break!" ATF scoffed, crossing his arms. "I can't see EVERY detail of the future, you know!"
"Wait, you can see into the future?!" Shaggy questioned, then looked at the writer suspiciously. "…Exactly, what ALL did you have planned for us in this episode?!"
"Sorry, I'm not allowed to give away spoilers."
"Back to the main problem…" Pugsy commented sternly, turning to Mickey. "So what kind of problem has the Phantom Blot been causing ya? (as if I didn't know enough from visiting here)…"
"Well, he's after something that the rest of the Authors we hired are looking for. …Just stay on high-alert and make sure he doesn't return!"
"Considering he's having a hard time outrunning a crowd of cats, I think we'll be good for a while," Flip replied.
"Like, don't worry, Mick. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's spotting trouble!" Shaggy declared.
"…Then running away and calling for help," Pugsy deadpanned.
Flip rolled his eyes. "C'mon, lets just get to our posts!" he said, then turned to Mickey once more. "Is there any specific areas we should cover?"
"Just the dining room, back alley, and roof- that's mainly where all the trouble starts." Mickey replied, then motioned Pluto over. "Pluto, why don't you help them out? They might need a good guard-dog, too."
"Oh, c'mon! We're not THAT incapabable!" Pugsy sneered, turning to walk off…
…not noticing his foot was caught in a coil of rope, and he ended up tripping, thrashing a bit until he was completely tangled!
ATF chuckled, having a cell-phone out and clicking a picture. "You were saying?" he asked.
Pugsy glared at him. "Just help me out… And this stays OFF Fakebook!" he snapped.
"No promises!" With that, ATF took off, leaving Shaggy and Flip to help Pugsy out…
… and the loudmouth immediately took pursuit. "Get back here, you sooth-saying shrimp!"
Mickey only sighed. "I wonder what problems THIS crossover is going to have…" he muttered.
d~b
Meanwhile, Pete- the manager of the House of Mouse- overheard about the new 'security' the club had. "So, the Mouse has that trio of chuckleheads watching things, eh?" he said to himself, watching as Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip split up to guard the perimeter. "This should be good…"
"And why would you say THAT?"
Pete jumped, turning and seeing his ex-wife, Peg, standing there. I guess we should mention that, since their divorce, she owns over half of everything he owns, meaning she also has rights to the Club and has been keeping a strict eye on her husband, keeping him in the dog-house most of the ti-
"SHUT UP!" Pete shouted at the narrator. "Geez, as if the narrator from the other story wasn't a pain, already!"
"You had better mind yourself tonight, Pete! Because if I so much as hear your name being brought up in a complaint, I'll see to it you chaperone Pistol at Summer Camp!" Peg warned.
"Now what makes you think I'd cause any mischief?!"
"Our license of divorce, for one thing."
Pete slouched. "Fine. I won't cause any trouble!"
Peg gave a firm nod, then walked off.
Pete waited until she was out of earshot, then rubbed his palms together. "…I'll just see to it that those three idiots cause it for me! Heh heh…" With that, he snuck off.
d~b
Flip walked around with Pluto in the dining area, watching as Mickey took to the stage to introduce the next cartoon. "So far, so good. This actually might be an easy night, you think?" he said to Pluto.
Pluto scoffed, shaking his head.
"Yeah… Getting my hopes too high, I guess."
"Flip! Over here!" called a voice, and he looked over, seeing Holly Trueblood sitting at a table with Melody.
Flip ran over immediately. "Holly! I didn't know you guys were coming here!"
Melody giggled. "Well, of course! We figured it would be a great night, since you and the guys are guarding the club." She replied.
"How's it going so far?" Holly asked. "I hear this place tends to get pretty out of control,"
"Ah, nothing we can't handle…" Flip paused. "Unless Shag and Pugs accidentally start another Wizard's Duel again…"
"What?"
"It's kind of a funny story. You see, Shag and Pugs were having this debate…"
While Flip was talking, Pluto sniffed around a bit, before Goofy suddenly tripped over him! "Yeow-hoo-hoo-hooiieeee!" Goofy cried out his trademark yell, before hitting the floor. He shook off his daze, then turned to Pluto. "Gawrsh, Pluto, sorry I didn't see you there!"
Pluto shrugged, stepping out of the way, watching the waiter walk off.
"Huh! What a klutz, huh?" Pete spoke up, standing by the dog. "Thank the Lord Almighty at least ONE dog on the staff has a sense of balance, am I right?" he then rubbed his chin. "And yet, it gets me to wondering… If you're both dogs, why are YOU the only one who wears the collar?"
Pluto gave Pete a glare, giving a snort.
He raised his hands in defense. "Hey, I'm just pointing it out! I mean, it's all over other fan-bases, y'know. Both of you are a couple of mutts, yet he's the one who gets to walk and talk like the average person… Kind of makes you think, don't it?" With that, he walked off, smirking to himself.
Pluto gave a short snarl, then walked back over to Flip. "…And it turns out Oliver won," he was wrapping up.
"Wow, I hope no trouble like that happens tonight!" Melody stated.
"With Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip around, I'm sure we'll be fine," Holly said, giving Flip a pat on the shoulder.
Flip blushed. "Ah… well… we do our best, heh." He replied, sheepishly.
"Arf!" Pluto barked, nodding his head over, reminding the tween that he was on-duty.
"Oh, right! Sorry, Holly, I gotta get back on patrol. I'll see you after my shift!"
"Okay! See ya!" Holly then turned to Pluto. "Oh, hey, Pluto. Do you know where the dogs from the new Pound Puppies cartoon are sitting? I'd like to meet them,"
Pluto nodded, panting, and lead her across the dining room to the table where the new Pound Puppies were sitting. "Well, if it isn't Holly Trueblood!" Lucky stated. "Been wondering when we'd meet you,"
"Hee hee, same here! How's your show doing?" Holly asked.
"Not bad, though we wish we had a gal like you on there. It would be interesting to have a human working at headquarters with us," Cookie added.
"What was your show like?" Nibblet asked, excitedly.
"Well, not as good as yours I'm sure, but it was still pretty fun…" Holly began.
"She sure is a nice kid. ...Better than the ones from that Pound Puppies movie, at least- she even has a personality!" Squirt was whispering to Pluto. "What do you think?"
Pluto only nodded.
"Ah, strong silent type still, huh? I can understand that," Squirt then turned to Holly. "So, is that Katrina brood still giving you trouble? 'Cuz I've got some connections to help keep her off your back…"
Pluto's shoulders slumped, and he turned and walked off. He went backstage and stood in front of a mirror- he tried to stand up and walk on his hind-legs, but ended up landing back on his paws. He then tried to speak, but all that came out was a mild 'Woof!'.
He then looked back out at the dining area, seeing a line of cameo dogs: Huckleberry Hound, Augie Doggie, the Dalmation family, Scooby and Scrappy Doo, and Woofer and Whimper walking by- all of them dogs that were lent human-voices if not could act like humans.
Except for him.
Whimpering, he walked over to a corner and lied down, depressed.
d~b
As for our other antagonist, he had managed to escape the mob of cats and stood in the shadows… which would be a lot more easier if his black attire wasn't covered in cat-hair from head to foot. "Stupid cats…" the Phantom Blot muttered, brushing the fur off his cloak. "Now… what was my plan, again? Oh yeah- kidnap attempt!"
Sneaking into the building, he hid in the janitorial closet, seeing Pluto curled up in the corner. Chuckling to himself, he went to make his move… but saw someone coming and quickly retreated back into the closet.
Horace the Horse, who was pushing a cart with cleaning supplies on it, parked it in front of the closet door, whistling a tune while listening to music on a pair of headphones, before walking off to play the next cartoon.
The Phantom Blot tried to open the door, yet with the cart in the way, it proved useless.
"Confound it…" he groaned.
d~b
ATF stood in the lobby, talking on his cell-phone. "Yes, I know he's insane, Mister C, but if you could handle my zaniness, you can handle Fanatic's!" he was saying. He then froze, then sighed. "Hold on, got a vision- tell him it's not Optimus Prime at the door. …You'll know when it happens- look, I'm on duty and gotta catch up with Flip! I'll see you after the stories are updated."
By this time, Pugsy and Shaggy walked in, as the author hung up. "Alright, what did you do with the kid?" Pugsy demanded, sternly.
"We went to check out the dining area with Pluto, I turn my back for one minute, and suddenly I'm losing him in the crowd- give me a break, Pugs, I'm only 13!"
"You've been 13 since 1935!" Daisy Duck commented with a scoff, as she sat at her desk. "You've got to have some sort of responsibility gain after all that time, don't you?"
"Does any cartoon?"
"He has a point…" Shaggy replied with a shrug.
Pugsy sighed, rubbing his face. "Alright… Shag, you and ATF stand out front. I'll go find Flip," he said, mumbling curses as he entered the dining area.
Shaggy and ATF shrugged, stepping outside. "1935?" Shaggy questioned, looking at the author.
"Got sent back in time. Weeping Angel incident. Long story," ATF answered, then his cell-phone buzzed. "Hold on…" he answered his phone. "Talk to me. …Sis! Hey, how's the vacation going?" he then gasped. "You met WHO?" he turned to Shaggy, covering the phone's speaker. "Can you cover for me, Shag? This might take a while," he then walked off. "Tell me EVERYTHING!"
Shaggy blinked, then turned to Max. "Are the other security guards always this distracted?"
"You should've seen it in our LAST season," Max scoffed. He looked ahead, seeing a car coming. "Whoop, back on the clock,"
Up pulled the Flynn family's van, with the Phineas and Ferb cast piling out. "Hey, Max! How's the valet-gig going?" Phineas asked.
"Pretty good, though sometimes I wish I could switch shifts,"
"I could switch with you!" Shaggy exclaimed.
Max scoffed. "And get in the trouble everyone else gets into? No thanks." He then got into the van and drove off to park it.
Shaggy crossed his arms, looking around. "Some trouble… We're already 7 pages in, and nothing's happened!"
Pete, who was listening in from behind a plant, smirked and walked over. "Oh, you'd better hope it stays that way, beatnik-boy, because there HAVE been some incidences that landed some of the staff in the hospital," he stated.
The lanky young man gave a jolt. "You mean, like, outside of you causing trouble?"
"You think I'M the only one causing trouble? Hah! You should see it when Chernabog gets into it with the Firebird; then there was this time Voldie-mort and Loki started up a gang and started messing with people… actually, I think they've still got a posse going. …Oh, and don't get me started on when the Beast gets mad! You think it's scary on the big screen? Try seeing it in real life!" he then smirked and gave Shaggy a slap on the back. "Yup, sure is good to have someone brave to break up the mischief. …Have a good night, kid." With that, he walked off, suppressing a snicker.
Shaggy stood there, pale. He then turned and ran down the block. "ATF, can I clock out early?!" he called.
d~b
Pugsy walked through the dining area, finding Flip peeking under an empty table. "Uh, Flip, I know you have a tendency to find trouble, but I doubt there's any under a table," he joked.
"I'm looking for Pluto. He was right beside me, and suddenly he's gone!" Flip answered.
"He probably just went backstage. Mickey must've called him on that headset the pooch wears, or something."
"But he would have let me know… I'm going to check back-stage."
"Well, hurry it up. We're not getting paid to mosey around, y'know. I'll walk around out here, see if that Blot-face creepo is lingering around anywheres,"
Flip nodded, running backstage, passing by Pete who was sitting casually at a table, hiding behind a newspaper- honestly? He's doing THAT cliché?
"(Don't start with me!)" Pete hissed at the narrator, then spied on Pugsy, to figure out what sort of trouble he could have the teen cause.
The villain looked over, smirking as he stuck his foot out and tripped Swaine (from Ni No Kuni), having him stumble into Pugsy's path. "Whoa! Watch it!" Pugsy sneered after the thief bumped into him. "What's your rush? Fan-girls chasifying ya?"
"I was just walking, you're the one who bumped into me…" Swaine retorted, then arched an eyebrow. "Wait… Pugsy? When did you get taller?"
Pugsy rolled his eyes. "Lets just say, if Anti ever tries to sign you up into a crossover, just say 'No'. …Though, considering you're here already, I guess it's too late."
Swaine crossed his arms. "Well, he needed SOMEONE to help bring in the ratings, didn't he? …I guess he had to have the best cameo from the game, if our sponsoring wasn't enough-"
"You?! The best cameo?!" came a shout, and up stormed Eddy. "C'mon, I was on the show back in Season 1, and that REALLY raked in the ratings!"
"Only when people paid us not to include you again," Pugsy joked.
"What's that supposed to mean, loud-mouth?! I'm pretty much a fan-favorite!"
"With an attitude like that? That's hard to believe!" Swaine remarked.
"Look who's talking, fuzz-head!" Pugsy retorted.
"Oh, and you're such a charmer, fuzz-brain?!"
"Holy shamoly, would you guys pipe down over here?!" Iago shouted, flying over. "It's hard to think with all your yapping!"
"It's probably hard for you to think anyway!" Eddy sneered.
"You got something to say, no-neck?!"
Pete smirked, watching as the four loudmouths- I mean, cartoons began to argue. "Well, that was easier than I expected," he said, then walked off towards back-stage to try and cause trouble for Flip…
Stopping when he saw some old props out, one of them being a scary mask. Unable to resist, he picked it up, and snuck towards the front entrance, where he saw Shaggy was coming in.
"Like, how hard is it to find a kid in a night-club?" Shaggy was stating.
"BOOGA! BOOGA! BOOGA!" Pete shouted, scaring the lanky coward the way Eustace Bagg would scare Courage the Cowardly Dog.
"ZOINKS-!"
*CRASH!*
Shaggy, of course, went through the ceiling… and was stuck there. "Oh, man…"
Pete laughed, then walked off. "We should've hired these morons sooner- they make the job much more fun," he stated.
d~b
Flip was walking through the backstage, when he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around and seeing Holly. "Sorry to bother you, Flip, but there's a problem out in the dining area. We keep hearing a bunch of yelling, and a crowd of people are circled around, shouting for a brawl. You and the others might want to get out there, fast!" she told him.
"Okay, let me find Pluto and Anti, and we'll round up the guys-" Flip began, when suddenly he heard a low moan. They looked over, seeing Pluto curled up in the corner, looking quite upset. "Pluto? What's wrong, boy?"
Pluto only whimpered.
Flip scratched his head. "Um, sorry… I don't speak dog… Could you write it down or-"
Pluto then let out a howl and began to sob.
"Gah! What did I say?!"
"Flip, you go help the others. I'll talk to Pluto," Holly stated, sitting down next to the dog. "You'll let me know what's wrong, won't you boy?"
Pluto only whimpered, resting his head on her lap.
"I'll find someone who can help. …Maybe Eliza Thornberry is visiting tonight!" Flip stated, then ran out. "Hey, Shag! Pugs! We've got a couple situations! …Shaggy? Pugsy?" he looked around, heading to the front door where he saw ATF. "Hey, Anti, where's Shaggy and Pugsy?"
ATF… happened to be swinging on a pair of ankles hanging down from the ceiling. "Shaggy, at the moment, is in a situation himself, and I have no idea where Pugsy is," he grunted, apparently trying to pull the lanky young man down. "But I have a feeling it might have something to do with whoever's stirring up a brawl! (give me a hand here, would you?)"
Flip ran over and jumped, grabbing onto Shaggy's legs with ATF, both of them managing to yank him free, landing on the floor with a *THUD*. "Oof! Like, thanks man… ugh, dangling from the ceiling for ten minutes will give you such a crick in the neck!" Shaggy stated, cracking his neck.
"Now, lets go see who's picking fights!" ATF and Flip ran ahead.
Shaggy groaned, following. "…Please don't let it be Pugsy, please don't let it be Pugsy… PLEASE don't let it be Pugsy…" he whispered as they made their way into the dining area and through a circled crowd…
Seeing, in the middle of it, were Pugsy and Swaine standing face-to-face looking about ready to snap, and Eddy and Iago were doing the same.
"It's Pugsy." Shaggy and Flip deadpanned/groaned.
"…And plus some." ATF added, walking over to Eddy and Iago. "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, BREAK IT UP YOU GUYS! This is a night-club, not a fight-club!"
"Pugs, what's going on?" Flip demanded, pulling his friend away from the thief.
"This bum thinks he makes a better cameo than I do, that's what's going on! Anti, you're the writer, tell him otherwise!" Eddy snapped, turning to the author.
"Ah, shaddap already, pipsqueak! He wasn't talking to you!" Iago sneered.
"And I wasn't talking to you!"
"Then why don't both of you keep your mouths shut… or do you even know how?" Pugsy snapped.
"If they're anything like you, I doubt it-" Swaine remarked.
"OKAY, OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH!" ATF shouted, shoving everyone away from each other. "Eddy, Iago, go back to your tables, otherwise you can kiss any future cameos goodbye!; Swaine, Pugs, until you're back on the Security Author's set again, save the brawling for later!"
Eddy and Iago walked off, mumbling curses, while Swaine gave Pugsy one more glare before heading back to his own. "…Alright, how did the brawl start THIS time?" Shaggy asked Pugsy, crossing his arms.
"One minute I'm just walking, then suddenly that thief's crashifying into me, brought up having a cameo, then Eddy and Iago jumped in, and one-insult-too-many later, and we're at each other's throats. That's all I remember!" Pugsy replied, then arched an eyebrow. "Now… care to explain why there are pieces of plaster in your hair, Shag?"
"He was stuck in the ceiling, for some reason." Flip answered. "How exactly did that happen, Shag?"
"Like, one minute I'm walking in, and suddenly some goon in a mask is jumping out, yelling like a banshee!" Shaggy answered.
ATF rubbed his chin. "So, someone randomly scares Shag, and Swaine somehow slammed into Pugs which caused a mini-riot… Sounds to me like someone's out to give you guys a hard time, and I bet I know who." He stated, looking across the dining area at Pete, who happened to be arguing with Mickey about something, then the author started walking over himself. "I'll be right back. You guys stick together and keep an eye out for any more trouble,"
"I'm afraid of what other trouble we might have here…" Shaggy whimpered.
"Oh man, I almost forgot! Something's wrong with Pluto, guys. Holly's backstage with him, now." Flip told them, heading back there.
"One problem just keeps leading to another tonight, doesn't it?" Pugsy commented. "God forbid it gets any worse…"
"Dang it, Pugs! You jinxed us again!" Shaggy snapped, face-palming.
The loudmouth covered his loud mouth, cringing. "Crud…"
d~b
Meanwhile, still stuck in the closet, the Phantom Blot had a deck of cards out, playing solitaire. "What am I doing just sitting here?! I'm a villain! I should just bust this door open, make a dramatic entrance, and cause as much damage as I please!" he then backed away. "Time to bust out of here!" he then rushed forth to break the door down…
By this time, Horace the Horse was moving the cart again, away from the door, and opening it to put away a mop- turning away to grab it, not noticing the Phantom Blot rush out in a blur- and throwing the mop in there before shutting the door and walking off.
*CRASH!*
…While the villain ended up plastered on the wall, falling back and leaving a Blot-shaped crack in it. "…I hate that old gag…" he moaned. As his eyes refocused, he noticed Holly Trueblood sitting by Pluto, and a devious smirk came to his mouth. "But the pain is worth it!" he then slipped back into the shadows.
Holly, oblivious to the danger she was about to be put in, was sitting and stroking Pluto's head. "Just tell me in your own way what's wrong, Pluto. I'm listening, and we'll find a way to help…" she said.
Pluto sighed, then pointed to his mouth and shook his head.
"You're… not hungry?"
Pluto shook his head, then made a talking motion with his mouth, and shook his head.
"You can't bark?"
Pluto face-palmed, then nodded over at Goofy as he was passing by, then to himself. Back at Goofy, then back to himself twice more. When Holly only looked confused, Pluto then walked off, returning with a laptop, pulling up the popular 'Goofy and Pluto—Both Dogs, Different Aspects' debate that tend to appear all over the internet.
"Wait… hold on… are you saying, you're depressed because-" Holly began to say…
*SHOOMP!*
…And would have finished if the Phantom Blot didn't rush in and trap them in a burlap sack. "Ha! And here I thought I'd be stopped by-" he began to state.
"SECURITY! FREEZE!" came a shout as Flip, Shaggy, and Pugsy ran over, the pre-teen being the one who spoke. He then chuckled, turning to the others. "I was hoping I'd get to say that."
"Good for you, now lets nab that creep who just nabbed Holly and Pluto!" Pugsy replied.
The Phantom Blot scoffed. "Ooh, I'm SO scared! I'm about to be apprehended by-" he pointed at Shaggy. "A coward…" he pointed at Flip. "A kid…" he then pointed at Pugsy. "And a loudmouthed tough-guy! …Who… honestly… looks like the only intimidating one."
"See? I TOLD you so," Pugsy commented, then cracked his knuckles. "So, are you going to come quietly, or do we have to rough you up a bit?"
The Phantom Blot held up the bag. "I wouldn't be making threats if I were you, ya Bowery Boy knock-off! One wrong move, and the girl and mutt get it! Tell Mickey to give me what I want, otherwise these two will be singing 'Under The Sea'- under the sea!"
The trio only stared. "That… was the worst line ever written." Flip remarked.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but the script I got was smudged so I had to improvise- argh, just pay the ransom or your friends pay the price!" The Phantom Blot then threw down a smoke-bomb, disappearing.
The guys coughed, waving away the smoke. "Great. Just great! First night on the job, and we've got a hostage saturation!" Pugsy sneered.
"Oh man, what are we going to do?! They never told us what to do! The only reason I took this job was because I didn't think I'd have to do anything!" Shaggy cried, going into panic-mode.
"Get ahold of yourself, Shag! We've got to find Mickey and tell him everything!" Flip replied, and they took off to find the famous mouse.
d~b
"For the last time, Pete, the bills have been paid!" Mickey stated. "I've got the bank-statements to prove it!"
"What's going on, Pete? You keep arguing with Mickey about the cartoons, the bills, the fact that we never managed to add barb-wire to the Anti-Fan-Girl Wall… What's your beef? And give us the truth!" ATF pressed, sternly.
"How you're running this club, that's my beef! And I can tell it's going downhill just by looking at the security guards you have working tonight!" Pete sneered.
"What's this about the 'security guards'?" Flip demanded, as he and the others arrived.
"Oh nothing… except YOU guys stink!"
"…not as bad as your attitude," Pugsy sneered.
"*cough* Or breath…" ATF wheezed… then hung an air-freshener over Pete's mouth, which the antagonist tore off.
"You can criticize us later, Pete! Right now, we've got a problem- Holly and Pluto were kidnapped by the Phantom Blot!" Flip exclaimed, turning to Mickey on that last part.
"And he said if you don't give him what he wants, it's curtains for them!" Shaggy whimpered.
"What exactly DOES he want?"
"Long story, no time to explain, we need a plan!" ATF said… then paused. "Okay, guys, that's as far as I got with this episode's plot. Any ideas?!"
"You mean you never finished writing the script?!" Pugsy snapped.
"Hey, I didn't have time! My sister went on vacation and I had to take over her shift, here! Brainstorm, guys!"
Everyone paused to think (save for Pete, who rolled his eyes with his arms crossed), when a lightbulb flashed above Flip's head. "Okay, I think I have a plan!" he exclaimed, then whispered into ATF's ear.
"Good… good… liking it… loving it… OKAY! We've got something!" he quickly ran to his computer, typing out a new script, and handing it to everyone. After a quick lookover, everyone nodded. "Okay, to your positions! You guys get to the roof, I'll make the call!" With that, they split-up.
Pete and Mickey stood there, looking at each other. "…Exactly, how long did you know that yuppie author before you hired him?" he asked.
d~b
The Blot stood on the roof, looking at his text message and sighing. "So NOW he finally finds an ending!" he sneered, pocketing his phone. "Lazy author, starts something new and never finishes until six weeks pass by…"
"Okay, if we're going to be in here, could you at least poke some holes in the bag?" Holly asked. "We can't breathe!"
"Hey, shut it! Damsels in distress aren't allowed to talk!"
"Who says?"
"Says… oh, just pipe down! Complaining won't give you any more air to breathe, you know!"
"What's your beef with this place, anyway? Does it have something to do with you not having a main-focus in Epic Mickey or something?"
"Hey, the comics I was based off of pretty much INSPIRED those games! …And what's with the whole 'beef' line? What is this, the 80's?!"
There was the sound of footprints just then, as Flip and Shaggy walked across the rooftop towards the Phantom Blot, holding a film-reel. "Okay, Phantom, we've got what you want… Now just let Holly and Pluto go," Flip coaxed, handing the reel over.
"Not so fast… Let me make sure you got me the right reel," The Phantom Blot replied, opening the reel-
*BAM!*
A fist popped out of the reel and creamed the Blot in the face just then. Pugsy then pulled himself out of it, shimmying free. "Didn't expect the whole 'cartoon hiding in a small space and popping out at random' gag, did ya?!" he exclaimed.
"How'd you get inside that thing, anyway?" Shaggy asked.
"When you get shoved into fish-bowls and hollowed logs by werewolves in your past-career, you learn how to be flexible,"
Flip ran over and freed Holly and Pluto from the bag. "Thank you, Flip, now if you'll excuse me…" Holly said, walking over to the Phantom Blot as he was rubbing his jaw… then punched him in the face next. "THAT'S for making me a damsel in distress, you clichéd creep!"
The Phantom Blot stood up, and took off running down the stairs! "After him!" Pugsy ordered, and they pursued him.
The villain made it down to the lobby, where the rest of the House of Mouse staff stood with ATF, looking very miffed. "Going somewhere?" Mickey demanded.
In a desperate move, the Phantom Blot caught Flip by the arm and yanked him in a choke-hold. "Alright, clear a path, or the kid gets it! I'm not kidding! I'm a desperate villain, ready to take desperate meas-" he shouted.
*KLONK!*
The vent of the air-duct above his head popped off just then, hitting him on the top of the head and stunning him long enough for Flip to wriggle free… and karate-flip him onto the floor. "And you said I shouldn't have taught him karate," Pugsy scoffed at Shaggy.
"Because the idea of YOU teaching him scares me," Shaggy retorted.
"Now lets see who this Phantom Blot REALLY is!" ATF exclaimed and- pulling a 'Scooby-Doo' cliché- ripped off the Blot's mask, revealing…
…another mask just like his usual one.
"What the…?" ATF yanked off the mask, revealing another. Then another. Then another…
~35 Unmasking Attempts Later…~
A pile of masks stood off to the side, as the author was beginning to wear out. "How many masks are you wearing, man?!" Shaggy asked.
"I can't help it, it's my trademark look!" The Phantom Blot snapped, then stood and backed away. "But mark my words, I WILL have that reel!" With that, he threw another smoke-bomb to the ground…
…though it turned out to be a regular bouncy-ball and just rolled away.
He reached into his pocket, a terrified look on his face. "…oh crud, hole in the pocket…" he then looked at the angry staff-members and gave a weak chuckle. "Eh heh… You'll never take me alive!" He then dashed out the door.
"Lamest. Villain. Ever." Flip commented.
"Yes, well, we've given him a tough year. I'm sure by the final SA episode he'll have at least a LITTLE more edge to his character," ATF commented.
"Alright, so you guys chased out a villain, but that still doesn't mean you don't suck as security guards!" Pete sneered. "I've still got beef on you guys!"
"If you've got beef, I've got news: I'm a vegetarian!" Pugsy snapped, crossing his arms. "And I didn't see YOU stepping in to help out around here!"
"…Technically, I'M the vegetarian…" Shaggy stated.
"You have no room to talk! I've seen you starting a brawl earlier, and you're cowardly friend keeps freaking out over everything! And Flip… well, he never solved the problem with the mutt!" Pete sneered.
"Hold it… how did you know all that, Pete?" Flip questioned. "We didn't see you anywhere near the fight, or when Shaggy was stuck in the ceiling…"
"Yeah- so if you weren't around, how do you know all those things?" Shaggy pressed.
"Oh, I'LL tell you how!" Peg snapped, storming up and looking quite angry. "It's because he's been up to no good again, and giving you all a hard time!"
"Hold it! What proof do you have that I caused any trouble?! How do you know I didn't just hear about everything?!" Pete demanded.
Pluto growled, barking at Pete. "What's that, boy?" Shaggy asked. Pluto barked a couple times more. "Oh, he said THAT, did he?!"
"You can understand Pluto?!" Everyone said at once.
"Like, yeah. I mean, my best friend is a dog- not to mention if I can understand him, I can understand anything! …And Pluto claims that Pete was the one who upset him tonight, bringing up how he can't talk or walk like other toon-dogs!" he then stroke Pluto's head. "And, like, don't let it get you down, man. You're not the only one- it just depends on whether the plot calls for a talking animal or humanoid-mammal or something…"
Peg then gave Pete a glare. "Okay, they're right about the dog-thing, but they have no proof about me making Swaine crash into Pugs or scaring the daylights out of Shaggy!" he said… then clapped his hand over his mouth. "Or… so I've heard?"
Peg grabbed Pete by the ear, hauling him off-screen. "That's it! Pack up your things, Pete, you're going to Summer Camp!"
As the villain was hauled off, whining and complaining, everyone walked towards the stage. "By the way, Anti, who'd you call?" Shaggy asked.
"Well, there's always a musical act in every House of Mouse episode, so I called Miguel and Tulio to come and perform-" the author began, though his phone buzzed and he read a text message. "…Which they can't because those two cons just got caught by Cortez again! Confound it!"
"Where are we going to find a musical act in less than five minutes?!" Minnie cried out.
Flip, Shaggy, and Pugsy looked at each other… then at the script. "…I hate when he writes under pressure," Pugsy sneered, glaring at the author.
d~b
~Less than 5 minutes later~
Mickey slid on stage into the spotlight. "And now, for our musical act this evening, three of our security guards have volunteered to perform!" he announced. "Without further ado- Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip!"
The crowd applauded as music began to play, a spotlight shining across the room as the trio made their entrance, beginning their musical number.
Pugsy: ~I hardly think I'm qualified
To do something this crazified
I just don't cut it
With these crossover things
Shaggy (with Flip): (you're already in a crossover, Pugs!)
Working here, though as hard as it seems,
We took out a villain and his latest scheme,
Though I still consider the situation grim
(situation's grim, situation's grim- it's me and them!)
(Oh, good guard!)
All Three: ~It's tough to be a guard,
When you've got to play your card
Shaggy: ~You deal out jokers,
When you've think you've got an ace…
Be an alarm against destruction-
Pugsy: ~Prove how strong you are
Flip: ~Be the first to give an introduction
To guests from near and far
And why wouldn't they see purity,
As we work as security?
If they say that I'm their guard, that's what I am!
Shaggy: ~What if we don't comply,
With the recent cameos?
I can see us getting heart-attacks, or shot!
Pugsy: (That's a good point) But tonight, we're guards!
The pay is great!
Flip (with Pugs): ~Girls may ask you out on dates
(Yes, please!)
Threatening faces shouldn't cut our deal
(cut our deal, cut our deal- no, my friend!)
All Three: ~It's tough to be a Guard
But if you give your nine yards,
Make your plans, think them through,
That's our advice
Be a coward, be a hero
Be something to be remembered
Get autographs
Don't get dismembered,
By the crowd of cameos!
Flip: ~It's rewards are more than big-
Shaggy: ~It's one high-paying gig!
Pugsy: ~So sign up three new guards for the shift tonight!
All Three: ~Sign us up tonight!~
Once the number was over with, the crowd cheered- whether because it was actually catchy, or they were just glad it was over with.
"Hey, I know the lyrics were bad, but it was the best I had at the last minute!" ATF hissed at the narrator.
The guys took a bow on stage, as Mickey walked up to the spotlight. "Lets hear it for our security guards!" he exclaimed as the crowd continued to cheer. "Thanks, fellas, for filling in tonight!"
"Anytime, Mick- though, lets try to make this a one-time thing, please." Pugsy replied.
"Oh, c'mon! Look at me in the eye and say it wasn't fun!" ATF scoffed.
"It wasn't fun!" Shaggy and Pugsy said together, looking at him dead-straight in the eye.
The author cringed. "Sheesh, everyone's a critic…"
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A/N: I threw in some references to the SA/SPF crossover on WG's profile. Check it out for more humor!
Also I should mention that the person WG (my sister) met was FF2- in reality! Yeah, they finally met in real-life! (Congrats, you guys!)
And sorry for the rush, but the computer ended up taking a dive at the start of the summer; the problem is only half-solved, as it's still running slow, and I wanted to get an update in before the next disaster hits.
Hope you all enjoyed! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see if I can get a certain cameo to become a regular! *takes off* Oh, Swaine~!