SHAGGY-PUGSY-AND-FLIP-ING HECK! Talk about a hiatus!

Sorry for going almost the whole summer and half the fall without an update, guys, but WG (whom, I should remind you, I share a computer with) had some problems with her old laptop, meaning we had to wait a WHOLE SUMMER to get a new one (financial problems suck, I should add), and she had more stories to update and I was lacking inspiration, she got the first turn.

But now, at long last, a new episode of Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip!

…Also saw the new 'Goosebumps' movie-expect a reference ;)

Note: This chapter was inspired by the 2012 TMNT episode, "Fungus Among Us,"… so for those of you who have seen that episode, you probably know the plot-line ;)

d~b

~Episode 19~

Fear Factor

(…and we're not talking about the game-show)

Flip sat in his classroom at the Junior Detective Academy, awaiting the results of last week's test. "Man, I just know I flunked," one of his classmates groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"Calm down, Milo. So it was a 5-page essay-test that's 30-percent of our grade… you shouldn't let pressure get to you," Flip assured him. "I mean, we ALL spent the whole last week studying,"

"No, YOU spent the whole last week studying… I only studied for two days before my brain started to hurt,"

"Quiet guys, teacher's coming!" A girl in front of them whispered.

"Here are the results of your test, class." The teacher announced, handing each student a manila envelope that included their graded tests. "I'm pleased with most of your efforts- for the rest you, I expected better,"

Milo groaned, doing a face-plant on his desk. Flip gave him a reassuring pat on the back, before turning his attention to the teacher as she handed them their envelopes. Milo shakily opened his, eyes shut tight, while Flip coolly slipped his out, both of them glancing at their grades at the same time.

Milo's expression went from despair to rejoice.

Flip's expression went from confident to stunned.

"Flip! I… I got a B-plus!" Milo exclaimed, then relaxed in his chair. "I guess you were right, nothing to worry about. Just had to keep my cool, huh? …Did you hear me, Flip?" he turned his attention to Flip, who sat there in shock. "Flip? Hey, Chan, are you alright? What's wrong?"

Flip's test paper fell onto his desk… a large red 'F' on the front of it! "I…failed!" he cried, and his eyes rolled back into his head and his body went limp.

*THUD!*

"Teacher! Flip passed out!" Milo called.

The teacher sighed. "…Not another one," she muttered… walking away from two other students who had also fainted from poor test scores.

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Later that day, Flip returned to the apartment complex. After telling his two room-mates about how he failed a test epically, despite having spent a whole week studying, and how he wounded his chances of being a great detective like his father, he headed straight to his room to drown in his sorrows-

"Narrator, one more word out of you, and you're getting another brick to the face!" Pugsy snapped at the narrator (…who couldn't afford any more surgery to make another comment).

"Like, don't get so down, Flip! One little test score isn't going to hurt your chances," Shaggy tried to assure their friend. "Look at me- I flunked several tests in junior high, and I still became a famous sleuth!" he slouched. "…so famous, Hollywood wouldn't let our series end in a dignified manner, and kept making one spin-off after another, after another, after another until OUR CONSTANTLY RE-ANIMATED MINDS COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE-!"

*PLEASE STAND BY! (Shaggy's having an emotional breakdown)*

Everyone had to take ten, waiting for Shaggy to calm down after that sliiiiiight meltdown. "I knew they should've cancelled that 'Be Cool Scooby-Doo' spin-off," Mr. Cartoon scoffed, handing Shaggy a bottle of water, while ATF fanned him with the script.

"So awful… Why wouldn't they just let us retire?" Shaggy whimpered, on the brink of tears. He then pointed an accusing finger at Pugsy. "YOU'RE LUCKY YOUR SERIES ONLY LASTED TWO SEASONS!"

"Eeeeaaasy, Shag… calm down… shhh…" ATF coaxed, now giving him a shoulder-massage, helping him loosen up. "That's it… just keep telling yourself: 'It'll get cancelled soon… It'll get cancelled soon… Warner Bros. will get the message and move on to something else…'"

"And look on the bright side- at least this show gives us more variety. And dignity. And self-respect. And better health plans. And girlfriends!" Flip exclaimed.

"…speak for yourself," Pugsy scoffed, crossing his arms.

"You'll have to pull yourself together, Shag. We've been on hiatus for months now, and can't afford any more time!" Mr. Cartoon told the lanky coward.

Shaggy only groaned.

Mr. Cartoon gave a deadpanned look, then grinned. "…That, and the more time you spend working on OUR show, the less you have to show up to rehearse for THAT one."

Shaggy sprang to his feet in a heartbeat (ATF still hanging on to his shoulders). "WHAT ARE WE DOING STANDING AROUND HERE FOR? LET'S GET THIS STORY ROLLING!" He exclaimed, and ran to the set.

"Pla-a-a-aces!" ATF called, until he finally let go of Shaggy and hit the ground. "Oof!"

"Shaggy, do your line again. And someone get Anti an ice-pack for his face!" Shawn K. directed from off-set. "Scene 2, Take 2… ACTION!"

*We now return to our story (starting at the point BEFORE Shaggy went nutsy-cuckoo)*

"Like, don't get so down, Flip! One little test score isn't going to hurt your chances," Shaggy tried to assure their friend. "Look at me- I flunked several tests in junior high, and I still became a famous sleuth!"

"Mmf hmphmm fmmph fmm," Flip muffled, keeping his face planted in his pillow.

Shaggy rolled his eyes. "I KNOW the Hardy Boys aced every test there- but they're, like, at Velma's IQ level! And I'm sure there are some tests they flunked at their college…"

"Frrhmm mmf mmf humph,"

"No, I don't know that for a fact…"

"Mmf hmmph,"

"Don't be snarky, I'm trying to be supportive here! …And come up for air before you suffocate!"

Flip lifted his head. "I'm just afraid to tell my family… They all expect me to get good grades! I don't want to disappoint them…"

"They might be a little disappointed- but what matters is that you put in your best effort, and they're sure to understand that!" Pugsy told him. "What was the score you got, anyhow? D-plus? C-minus?"

"'F'… with a written comment stating that I misunderstood the material. The teacher also said I would have to re-take the test this Friday- and if I don't pass with a B-plus or higher, it's going on my permanent record," he planted his face in his pillow once more.

Pugsy rubbed the back of his neck. "O-kay… so just study again. Shag and I can help ya," he looked over at Shaggy… who was messing around with Flip's Marvel action-figures- once the lanky man noticed everyone's attention on him, he quickly hid them behind his back, giving a sheepish smile. Pugsy gave a deadpanned expression, turning back to Flip. "…Well, I will, anyway."

Flip sighed. "I don't know… I don't think I can handle failing again,"

"You won't fail again, Flip! …And there's worse things to be afraid of than flunking a test." Shaggy scoffed.

Flip gave him a look. "What could be worse than letting my family down?!"

Shaggy started counting off his fingers. "Let's see… Ghosts, goblins, skeletons, zombies, witches, vampires, swamp monsters, headless ghouls, ghouls WITH heads, sharks that can walk on land, iron-masked maniacs, living ventriloquist dummies, abominable snow-men, sasquatch, werewolves- no offense to your best friend, Pugs- voodoo rituals, Creepypastas…"

Pugsy rolled his eyes. "This is going to take a while," he muttered, standing up and walking out.

Flip followed him, Shaggy walking out as well (while still listing his fears). "…evil-robots, sea-monsters, creepy lawn-ornaments, killer gorillas, killer whales, other animals with the word 'killer' in their names…"

"I still doubt any of those things are worse than your family hating you," Flip remarked, mostly to Pugsy since Shaggy was still talking to himself.

"Your family ain't gonna hate you, Flip. So you didn't pass a test- it's not like it's some triburelation everyone expected you to overcome." Pugsy replied. "Don't get so worked up- otherwise, you might end up like Shag over there,"

"…mummies, demons, live-action remakes of old cartoons, vampires… oh, wait, I said vampires…" Shaggy was going on.

Flip turned to Pugsy. "Well, what about you? Is there anything you're afraid of?" he asked.

"Me? Pfft, c'mon, Flip, I spent two years of my life encounterating evil master-minds, aliens, a giant snake that could swallow a truck, crazified ape-men who held sacrificial rituals, and other whacked-out creeps… and the only thing that scared me in those saturations was that the werewolf I hung out with wanted to eat me whole."

"So… Fangface scares you?"

Pugsy pointed at him. "I didn't say that- I said the idea of him wanting to eat me scarifies me. I mean, c'mon, think about it- your best friend turns into a giant hairball who sees you as an appetizer. If all my friends were like that, I'd have a heart-attack!"

"…bad spin-offs, dietary cuisine, black-outs during a thunderstorm, serial killers, and deadly diseases." Shaggy finished (I hope). "…Is there any other horrors I forgot to mention?"

"JUMP-SCARES!" Zippy exclaimed, popping up from underneath one of the couch cushions, right next to him.

"AUGH!" Shaggy yelped, leaping up into the air and clinging to the hanging-lamp.

"Fan-girls, Shag. You forgot the fan-girls," Pugsy joked. "Speaking of which- WHY are you in our couch, ZIP?!"

"Rodolfo got loose again- he gnawed a hole in the wall between our apartments, so I figure he might be scurrying around here, somewhere." Zippy replied, looking around (the couch-cushion still on her head). "I swear, that little ferret must've taken escape-lessons from my hamster…" she took the cushion off her head, holding it over her chest while bowing her head. "…may he rest in peace." She then perked up, throwing the couch-cushion back in its place. "I was rooting around your couch when I heard someone listing their fears, and I realized they left out jump-scares,"

"…as well as demonstrating how they work," Shaggy remarked, letting go of the lamp and plopping back down on the couch.

"Oh, pi-shaw, Shag… my ability to appear out of nowhere is nothing CLOSE to being terrifying as a jump-scare… especially one caused by some freaky whack-job!"

"…You're only proving my point!"

"Wait, YOU'RE afraid of jump-scares?" Flip questioned Zippy. "…You jump off the balcony for kicks!"

"Even daredevils like myself have our own fears, Flip- mine happens to be being caught off-guard by some creep shrieking in my face… Last time, I ended up beating the snot out of the sucker."

"…must've been pretty dense to scare a psychopath," Pugsy scoffed. "And I thought you were ascared of the dark?"

"Only because the dark causes me to imagine my fears. If there's one thing I hate more than jump-scares, it's seeing my worst fears appear in my mind- especially if they involve ventriloquist dummies." She gave a shudder. "Slappy freaks me out to this day…"

"Agreed," Shaggy stated.

"Uh, yeah…" Pugsy said, turning his focus back to the original subject. "See, Flip? Everyone is freaked out by something- especially irrational things,"

"Pfft! Watch 'Dead Silence', and THEN tell me who's irrational, Wolf-Chow!" Zippy scoffed, earning a glare from Pugs.

"Don't you have a ferret to look for?!"

Zippy sneered, then walked on, searching the apartment. "I guess I shouldn't worry about it… but I'm still afraid to tell my dad," Flip replied.

"Ah, relax already. Why don't you start studying, if you're so worried?"

Flip sighed, then walked to his room. "Might as well… Zippy's in your room, by the way."

Pugsy bolted towards his room in a heartbeat. "ZIP!"

Shaggy then took out a notebook, labeled 'Worst Fears', and scribbled 'Zippy' on a new page, underlining it three times.

d~b

Meanwhile in the lobby, Robotnik was walking up from the lab, chuckling to himself. "Oh, yes… oh, yes yes yes! This is so genius, I'm surprised I never thought of it sooner!" he was stating, looking at some blue-prints before folding them up and stuffing them in his pocket.

"Mind telling us about the new machine we built already, boss?" Jasper asked as he and the rest of the lackeys walked behind their tyrant.

"I have money it includes lasers again," Horace added.

"I bet it involves smashing stuff," Grounder replied.

"I put my money on it exploding," Scratch replied. Jasper hit him upside the head with a wrench to shut him up.

"Oh contraire, boys, this machine won't be doing any physical harm- but will be affecting the mentality of everyone in this building… and eventually, the whole city!" Robotnik replied with an evil chuckle.

The lackeys blinked. "But, television is already making people dumber, boss! Haven't you've seen Cartoon Network these days?" Grounder commented.

Robotnik rolled his eyes. "Not like that, you dolt! This new device will… well, tell you what, I'll show you at sundown," he then grinned a malicious grin. "…a perfect time to launch the phase of my new plan!"

"O-kay… so what should we do until then?" Jasper asked.

Robotnik scoffed. "I don't care! Just stay away from my machine- every time you're around some invention, it explodes!"

"Gee, boss, are you sure it's not something else?" Horace questioned, scratching his head. "I always get the feeling that some unknown figure lurks around, waiting to disrupt our plans…"

The villain put his hands on his hips. "I take it he also carries a grappling hook, wears a mask, and disappears in the blink of an eye?!" (As he said this, the Black Alchemist stood behind the glass doors, taking out a grappling-hook gun and shooting upwards, disappearing).

"Yeah!"

Robotnik rolled his eyes. "Grounder, you've been watching too many 'Batman' movies! Try to stay rooted to reality," he took out a magazine, flipping through it. "Masked figures foiling my plans- what does he think this is, a cartoon?!"

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Back upstairs, Shawn K. was sitting on the couch watching television, when Vincent walked in- wearing a purple mask. "Hey, guys," the college student yawned, dropping a paper sack on the counter. "Here are those bagels you needed, Ted."

"Thanks, Vinny!" Ted replied, ducked underneath the counter, rummaging through stacks of food-items.

Shawn did a double-take, looking at Vincent. "Psst! Vince, your mask!" he whispered, pointing at his face. "Take it off, quick!"

Vincent quickly removed his mask, just as Ted stood up. "Gosh, Vince, you look tired. College exams keeping you up?" Ted asked.

"Huh? Oh, they're not too hard this year… I stood up too late watching a horror movie with Zippy." He slouched. "…stupid 'House of Wax' film…"

"Wax figures give you the willies, huh?"

"He has automatonophobia," Shawn replied. "It's just another common fear,"

"And I wasn't that scared- actually, after we popped in Dead Silence, Zippy beat me in that category."

"Heh, she got a little spooked, huh?"

"Spooked nothing- she shot the TV!"

"…So THAT'S what all that ruckus was last night! I figured Sam and Max were chasing off the boogeyman," Shawn commented.

"…Why haven't we moved, again?" Derek commented, having been sitting in the chair reading a comic book the whole time. (Drat, for a minute I was hoping he wasn't going to be in this episode). "SHUT IT, NARRATOR!"

"Why haven't you've been sent to juvi?" Vincent remarked to Derek.

"You shut it too, Mr. 'Dolls Scare Me'!"

"No- KILLER dolls scare me! Don't act like you wouldn't be afraid too if Chucky broke into your apartment!"

"Heh, I'd rather deal with Chucky than the media," Shawn commented. "Fighting off a homicidal puppet would be easier than having to ward off paparazzi and rabid fan-girls!"

"…It's always the fan-girls," Ted commented, while biting into a bagel.

"What about you, Ted? What scares you?" Shawn asked.

"Well, ever since I saw this one Tums commercial, I started having nightmares where my food would come alive and try to eat me-" Ted then looked at his bagel, then whispered, "…please don't be angry, you just taste so good!"

Everyone gave an awkward look, deciding it was best they didn't' know the full story. "O-kay… Derek?"

"Pfft, c'mon, Shawn. I'm the toughest character on the show! There's nothing I'm afraid of!" Derek sneered.

"…You had a heart-attack after seeing ZIP with a machete, passed out when you saw Fangface walking by, lost a night of sleep when you were dared to go down to the basement at night, nearly wet yourself after remembering Pugsy picked on you in school, and run and hide whenever Brattina comes by asking for a date. I HIGHLY doubt you're fearless," Shawn scoffed.

Derek glared. "I wasn't scared! I was… just running a drill in case something REALLY scary comes around- shut up!" he then stormed towards the door, yanking it open…

…seeing Pugsy in the hall with Zippy- the latter holding a ferret, while the other held a baseball bat. "…And THAT'S what's going to happen if you go through my stuff again!" Pugsy was threatening, and Zippy seemed to look pale.

Derek's eyes widened, and he ran towards his room. "Forgot- I-I-I gotta catch up on Chrono-Trigger!" he then shut his bedroom door, locking it.

Shawn arched an eyebrow, then turned towards the hall.

"Geez, Pugs, I doubt rooting through your underwear drawer ONE time serves as grounds in making me hand over my Calvin and Hobbes books," Zippy scoffed- and she sniffled, her eyes seeming puffy. "(ugh, stupid cold is catching up to me)… At least it's the first place I found my ferret- otherwise, you would've woke up with a ferret in your-"

"Do I even want to know?" Shawn asked, interrupting the conversation.

"No." Pugsy and Zippy answered at the same time.

The All-Star shrugged. "Just thought I'd ask first."

"Just keep out of our apartment! Otherwise, I'm reporting you for breaking-and-entering!" Pugsy told Zippy, then began to walk off. "Now, if you'll excusify me, the Radio staff is having a baseball tournament, which I'm late for."

"Like, wait up, Pugs!" Shaggy exclaimed, running out with a baseball glove.

"Oh, snap, I forgot about that!" Vincent gasped, running back to his apartment, running out later with a bat and mitt, following Pugsy and Shaggy downstairs.

Shawn looked at Zippy. "…Any chance these fillers will serve any purpose?" he asked.

"Hmmmmmm… Nope!" Zippy exclaimed, then carried her ferret back to her apartment.

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~We then skip to a few hours later, in order to prevent subjecting the reader to any more useless filler-~

(A/N: Anyone know where we can get a new narrator?!)

~I mean… um… Later that evening!~

Flip sat at the island counter, a textbook in his hands as he went over the test-material over and over. So much, that he had one section committed to memory, and was close to falling asleep. "'…piece together all evidence, and commit every alibi to memory, in order to make sure both fit together... for example… if one suspect claims he/she was at a certain place at a certain time, and there were witnesses to prove so, their alibi checks out… lest they had set up their motive to make sure the alibi… was legit so they could… get away… with… their… crime…' *zzzzzzzzzz*."

By this time, Shaggy and Pugsy had returned. "…just HAD to knock out one of the guys in left field, didn't you?" Shaggy muttered.

"It was an accident! What am I supposed to do, yell 'Incoming!' every time I hit a ball?" Pugsy remarked.

"That would prevent less injury when you play sports, yes!"

"Oh, c'mon! I'm sure he'll be fine… once the concussion clears up,"

"It would be fine… if he wasn't the manager!"

"For the last time, I didn't mean- why is Flip sleeping on the counter?"

The two looked over, seeing their pre-teen co-star was snoring, his face in the book.

"Poor kid must've spent the whole afternoon studying," Shaggy guessed.

Pugsy sarcastically clapped his hands. "Brilliant, Shag, how did you figure it out?" he remarked.

Shaggy gave him a look. "Seriously, there's no call for that," he then walked over, lightly shaking Flip's shoulder. "Flip? Wake up, man, your book is getting soaked in drool. Up and at 'em!"

"ATOM ANT! WAH!" Flip fell backwards off his chair, hitting the floor. "Oof!"

"…and there's another cartoon reference to chalk down," Pugsy commented, then helped Flip to his feet. "Better hit the sack, Flip- give your brain a rest before you overdo it,"

"N-No, I'm fine, really! Just a couple more hours!" Flip stammered, holding his textbook- upside-down. "Gotta… memorize… everything!"

"God help this boy when he gets to college," Shaggy said to the audience.

Pugsy took the textbook from Flip, guiding him to his room. "Flip, I admire your enthusiasm for knowledge, but you're gonna overexert yourself. Plus, it's almost dark out, and we promised your dad we wouldn't let you stay up past 8 on school-nights."

"Just another hour?" Flip begged.

"No."

"30 minutes?"

"No."

"15?"

"No!"

"…can I read until I sleep?"

Puggsy sternly pointed to Flip's room. "BED, Flip!"

Flip sighed, walking towards his room… then turned back around. "Can I at least-"

"Sleep first, argue later. We can quiz you in the morning,"

The front door then opened, and Zippy walked in, looking paler than she did a few hours ago. "Hey, can you guys tell your manager Vincent won't be able to make it in tomorrow? He's going to be cramming for exams," she stated- then blew her nose.

"Sheesh, everyone's cramming these days…" Shaggy stated.

"Why doesn't he just call the manager?" Pugsy questioned.

"He said he's still trying to remember the names of all the staff- claims the only one he remembers is y-y-y-YATCHOOOO!" Zippy replied/sneezed, once again blowing her nose. "Ugh… by the why, you guys got any herbal tea? This cold is driving me crazy!"

"Why don't you go lie down in bed until you feel better?" Shaggy questioned.

"…or until the entire Cold Season passes?" Puggsy remarked.

Zippy gave him a look. "Don't be *snork* snarky."

"I won't be snarky as long as you don't get me sick!"

Zippy scoffed-and-coughed. "Pugs, if catching a cold is the worst thing you think you'll experience tonight, I'd like to see what tops it!"

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Ever get tired of the cliché, when a character says a line that foreshadows a disaster RIGHT BEFORE said disaster hits?

…Neither do I.

Down in Robotnik's quote-unquote 'secret' lab, where a majority of the show's disasters spawn, the lackeys stood by a large machine as the villain chuckled mischievously. "Alright, boss, will you tell us what the heck this contraption is, already?!" Jasper demanded. "We're missing a marathon of 'What's My Crime?'!"

"Boys… allow me to introduce the answer to our pest-problem: The Waking-Nightmare 3.0!" Robotnik exclaimed.

Grounder waved to the machine. "Hi, Waking Nightmare! …Got any plans for this evening?" the robot-stooge asked, flirting with the machine. Scratcher pulled him away, wagging his finger sternly at him.

"How is this thing going to help with the rat problem?" Horace asked.

"It's not for the rats! It's for those OTHER pests- Shaggy, Pugsy, Flip… and all the rest of those miserable residents, cameos and all!" Robotnik declared. "I programmed it to make everyone in the building hallucinate and see their worst fears come to life! The longer they're in the building, the worst those fears become! Only until they leave the complex, will the nightmares stop- and with everyone out of the building, no one can stop me in my conquest for world domination! …And anyone who dares infiltrate my lair to stop me will only suffer from the machine's effect! It's brilliant I tell you! BRILLIANT! My genius at its fullest! Mwuahahahaaa!"

"…Boss, you brag about your intellect on Fakebook enough, we don't have to hear it out loud," Jasper scoffed.

"No one cares about your babbling, Jasper! It's time to start this thing up!"

"Hold it… what if WE'RE affected?!" Scratch questioned.

"I thought of that- I made the settings so that only those who are in the basement will be unaffected." He pulled up the settings on the machine's screen, where it showed a blue-print of the apartment, the basement being the only floor unmarked. He then raised his hand over the button. "Now… as the kids say… LETS HIT IT, BOYS!"

*Click!*

An antenna on the machine began to slowly turn, picking up speed, generating power. Within a minute, Robotnik's plan would be executed!

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Flip walked out of his bedroom. "It's no use. I can't sleep," he groaned, sitting down on the couch. "I can't shake the feeling I'll fail again!"

"Win some, lose some, kid. It's all part of life," Zippy replied- Pugsy swatted her with his hat.

"Shut it, the kid's under pressure enough as it is," Pugsy scolded.

Shaggy sat down next to Flip. "You know, Flip, sooner or later you'll have to swallow your paranoia and just… take your chances. You might fail, you might pass- but you won't find out until you try."

"…this coming from the guy who's afraid of every monster in the book," Flip scoffed.

"Hey- even the monsters I faced turned out to be bad guys in masks. Now, get some sleep- you won't be able to concentrate if you're groggy in the morning,"

Flip nodded, then stood up-

*BZZZT!*

The power went out.

Zippy yelped.

Shaggy- being prepared- whipped out a flashlight and shined it around the room. "Zoinks! What's with the crazy wiring in this place?!" he stated.

His light shined on Pugsy- who happened to be holding a startled Zippy. "Whoops- wrong guy!" she gasped, then leaped in Shaggy's arms.

Pugsy rolled his eyes, and looked out the window, seeing a thunderstorm had begun. "Lightening probably knocked out the power lines. It should be back up soon," he said, then muttered under his breath. "…unless this has something to do with our landlord…"

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Robotnik blinked. "…I think someone just accused me of something," he stated, then shook his head. "Never mind. JASPER! HORACE! What's with the power?!"

"Sounds like a thunderstorm outside, boss. It knocked the power clean out!" Horace answered.

"Well, go over to the fuse box and fix it!"

The lackeys sighed, then walked over to the fuse-box, which was located right by the outlet where the machine was plugged into. "Boss, you think we should unplug the machine, first? There could've been a surge-" Jasper began to say.

"If there were a surge, I would have noticed- now get cracking!"

The lackeys sighed, working on the fuse-box and getting the power back up in the basement.

The machine started- the antenna whirring faster and faster, volts of electricity surging, the machine vibrating with such energy!

"Yes! It's working! It's finally working!" Robotnik declared… not noticing that the power-surge caused a glitch…

…the basement on the screen now highlighted with the rest of the floors!

"B-Boss! The settings! They're-!" Scratch stammered, noticing the fluke.

*ZAP!*

Too late.

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The surge went straight up to the floor our heroes lived on, the impact causing them all to fall as the lights rapidly flashed on-and-off, leaving them in the dark. "What was THAT?!" Shaggy yelped, as everyone looked in different directions.

"I don't know-" Flip began.

"AAAUUUUGGGHHHHHH!" came a blood-curdling scream from Zippy- and she suddenly smacked Shaggy across the face! "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU CREEP!" she then bolted out of the room. "VINCENT! BREAK OUT THE FLAME-THROWER!"

The guys blinked. "…What's wrong with Zippy?" Flip asked.

"That cold probably settled in her brain- as if she weren't crazified enough." Pugsy commented, then turned towards Shaggy. "You alright, Shag?"

Shaggy, who was rubbing the side of his face, shined his flashlight towards them. "Yeah, but I wonder what scared Z- ZOINKS!" he began to say, before screaming.

"What is it, Shag?" Flip gasped.

Shaggy only stared at them in horror…

Namely because, through his point-of-view, he didn't see Pugsy and Flip… but a vampire and a zombie! "He looks as pale as a sheet!" The 'vampire' commented.

"Better hold him down- don't need him running off too!" the 'zombie' commented.

"NO! NO! KEEP AWAY!" Shaggy then took off in a sprint, dropping the flashlight as he did. "YEEEEOOOOWWWW!"

Flip, confused, ran after him. "Shaggy! Come back!" he called, picking up the flashlight as he ran out.

Pugsy sighed, shaking his head. "Why do I always have to end up being the adult around here?" he asked himself, then walked out into the hall, seeing it was pitch-black and his roomies were nowhere in sight. "Great….maybe Shawn has a spare flashlight,"

He walked across the hall, preparing to knock on Shawn's door…

*BAM!*

…Until it swung open, slamming him into the wall! (The weird thing is… the apartment doors open towards the inside…)

Ted ran out within the second with a flashlight (shaped like a dachshund- cool! They should market those!) and fled down the hall, screaming. "HELP! HELP! THEY'RE GOING TO EAT MEEEEEE!" he cried out, running down the hall.

Pugsy pushed the door off of himself, seeing stars. "…I wondered when they'd bring back the ol' gags again…" he said in a daze, then shook it off, rubbing his head. "Must be a gas-leak in the building or something. Everyone's gone delusional!" He stepped into the apartment, seeing someone was hooking a few lights to a generator. "Hey, Shawn, what's with Ted? He was screaming about being eaten!"

"Eaten? By what?" replied the figure by the generator… and when the light came on, Pugsy saw it was a werewolf!

His jaw dropped in horror.

The werewolf then grinned, its eyes glowing red. "The only one I see worth eating is you!" It then held up a carving knife, lurking towards him.

"YEOW! NOT ANOTHER ONE!" Puggsy then bolted.

…leaving behind a very confused Shawn, who was holding a flashlight (not a knife). "What is it with everyone?" he wondered aloud. "This power-surge must be messing with everyone's imaginations."

Derek then walked out of his room, eyes glued to his gaming-device. "Hey, Shawn, what gives?" he asked. "There's no power, and my game needs charging soon!"

Shawn turned…

…Seeing one of those morons from TMZ standing there in Derek's place! "GAH! NOT THESE GUYS!" he gasped.

"What are you talking about? We need to know everything about your life!"

"Go away! I have a restraining order against you people! SOMEONE CALL MY AGENT!" Shawn bolted from the room next.

Derek looked up from his game when it finally died. "Shawn? …Hey! I said my DS is about to die! Shawn? SHAWN! UNCLE TED! …Argghh, why do I have to be the adult around here?!" he chucked his gaming device, heading into the hall. "There had better be a good reason for this!"

d~b

"There had better be a good reason for this!" Robotnik snarled, looking at his machine…

Which, in his point of view, had spontaneously combusted. His lackeys were nowhere in sight, giving him reason to believe they exploded as well.

"Honestly, the power turns on down here, and I find my machine in ruins! Who's responsible for this?!"

"Told ya that power-surge would cause trouble!"

"Oh, shut up you stupid-" Robotnik turned to snarl at who spoke… and choked on his words.

Standing before him was the famous blue-furred rodent, Sonic the Hedgehog!

"H-H-H-H-HEDGEHOG?!"

"Hey, Robotnik, what's up? You look like you saw a spook!" came the sound of Sonic's voice… from behind him!

He turned around… and his eyes bulged out, his mustache drooped, his jaw went slack, his skin paled, and he miraculously grew hair which suddenly turned white and fell out!

Standing before him were 3 different Sonics- one from Sonic SAT/AM, Sonic Boom, and Sonic Underground! (…and it cost us a truck-load for their cameos, just so you know.)

"No… no! It can't be! H-H-How did you find me?! It's… It's NOT POSSIBLE!" Robotnik stammered, backing away from the quad of Sonics…

…who, in reality, were really the lackeys, who were seeing their own fears. "No! Miss DeVille, not the disguise-closet! Tell your relatives you have a better idea in mind!" Horace was stammering, seeing everyone as Cruella DeVille and her equally-wicked relatives.

"Not the sledgehammer! Anything but that! Augh!" Jasper was screaming, backing away and into Horace.

They both looked at each other… seeing one another as a demented-looking Cruella, and both screamed and high-tailed it.

Scratch and Grounder's horrid vision was no better. In real life, they were lying on the ground…

But in their twisted imagination, they were strapped to a conveyor belt, heading to a car-crusher! "MOMMY!" they both screamed.

"Get out of my lab you blasted hedgehogs! …No! Don't touch that! …Augh! Get away from there!" Robotnik was screaming, running all over the room chasing imaginary hedgehogs.

The machine, as if having a personality, flickered it's screen, as if 'searching' for any other victims to traumatize.

The Black Alchemist snuck into the basement, as he usually did, and saw the machine. He then took out his Sonic Screwdriver, rushing forth to shut it down…

*ZAP!*

A bolt of electricity shocked him. "Ow! What the heck…?" he groaned, rubbing his head and looking up…

Seeing a horde of twisted-looking mannequins from the Silent Hill games lurking towards him!

"Oh... crap! ZIPPY! GET THE FLAME-THROWER!" Vincent screamed, running out of the basement in terror.

The machine made a whirring sound, almost sounding like a wicked chuckle.

d~b

Now, as the pattern showed, everyone's worst fears were only seen in the light (meaning Robotnik and his cronies will be in for a long night unless the power goes out again), which would explain why, once they were in the dark hallway, Shaggy, Pugsy, and Zippy didn't see anything horrifying.

Though that didn't mean they let their guard down- especially since 2 of the 3 adults were afraid of the dark. They were walking through the halls when they encountered each other-

Well, more like bumping into each other since it was hard to see—

*WHACK!*

…someone getting hit with a frying pan Zippy was armed with. It was hard to tell, as all we can see are the whites of everyone's eyes- you know, like in the classic cartoon scenarios.

"Ow! Dang it, ZIP! Ask questions before whacking!" Pugsy snapped, his eyes giving a glare at Zippy's.

"Pugs? …oh thank God, it's just you." Zippy stated, her eyes filled with relief. "I was worried I'd have to break out the termites!"

"Please. Don't. Have you've seen Shag anywhere?"

"Dude, I'm lucky I can see the whites of your eyes! …speaking of which, I think those trembling, bloodshot ones might be Shag's,"

They looked over, seeing Shaggy's frightened eyes trembling in a corner. "Shag? SHAG!"

"ZOINKS! Geez, Pugs, don't sneak up on me like that!" Shaggy stammered, his eyes looking towards his room-mate. "I feel like I lost another ten years off my life, already!"

"Thank goodness cartoons barely age," Zippy quipped. "Speaking of eternal youth, where the heck is Flip?"

"He came looking for Shag…" Pugsy stated, his eyes looking around. He then saw a light up ahead, coming from Stanley Ipkiss's room. "Maybe Stan's seen him. YO STAN! IS FLIP WITH YOU?"

They entered the apartment…

Where Stanley was 'trapped' in a corner, seeing an illusion of a twisted version of The Mask (from the original, gory comic-series… holy snap, how did we get permission for that?!) "AUGH! No! How can you be alive?! It's… It's not possible!" Stanley was screaming.

"Oh, it's possible alright, Ipkiss! I'm my own man now… and this time, you won't be around to stop my fun!" The Twisted-Mask illusion cackled, veering closer with an axe and swinging it down!

Stanley screamed, dodging the imaginary attack and landing in front of the others…

Who, in the light, saw something just as horrifying!

Zippy saw the evil dummy, Slappy, standing before her, cackling. "Well, well, there's my slave! Get over here, man- whoops, you're a girl? It's hard to tell! Ah ha ha ha!" the Slappy illusion cracked.

Shaggy saw Iron-Mask, standing there with an axe. "Meddler…!" it rasped, lurking towards him.

Pugsy saw a werewolf- this time with a green-face, and looking twice more vicious. "I actually called out for pizza- but you'll do!" it snarled.

And Stanley… saw three more Masks, armed with weapons.

Everyone paled, and scrammed in all directions. "YEEOOOOOWWWW!" Shaggy screamed, heading downstairs.

"YIIIIIIIIKES!" Pugsy yelled, heading upstairs.

"YAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Zippy shrieked, heading leftwards down the hall.

"MIIIILLLOOOOOO!" Stanley cried, hiding under the couch… then ran back out, believing to be chased by an evil-version of the Mask-Dog.

Turning out to be Milo (note: the dog, not Flip's classmate from the beginning of the episode), who was startled by his owner's breakdown, then went to hide under the couch himself, whimpering.

d~b

Flip, in the meantime, stood in the lobby, looking around. "Shaggy? Shag, where'd you go?" he called, when his flashlight began to flicker. "Great, the battery's about to die…" he shined it around Robotnik's desk. "I wonder if there's any spare batteries in here…"

"Flip, there you are," came a familiar voice, and Flip looked over, seeing his father standing there! (though, since the dialogue was typed in italics, it's safe to assume it's an illusion).

"Pop! What are you doing here?" Flip exclaimed, surprised to see his father appear out of nowhere.

"I came to see you. I got a call from your school… about how you failed," His 'imaginary' father's face seemed to be filled with disappointment.

Flip cringed. "Oh man… yeah, I did bad on a test- b-but I'm going to re-take it this Friday, and I've been studying all afternoon-"

"Oh, it wasn't just the test… you've failed every class at that school!"

He paled. "W-What?! But… I-I don't understand! I've been getting good marks- there has to be a mistake!"

"The only mistake is that I allowed you to go. I should have known you would not succeed…" The illusion of Charlie Chan then twisted into a demonic expression. "You've failed school… you've failed being a detective… you've failed as my son!"

"D-Dad…?! Wait…! No, please, give me another chance!" Flip was in tears by this point.

"That was the only chance you had… Goodbye, Flip." The illusion turned its back on him, storming off.

Flip ran after it. "DAD! WAIT!"

Derek, hearing Flip's cries from the top of the stairs, had to snicker to himself. "Sounds like Chan's getting chewed out- this I gotta watch!" he commented, walking down. "Hey, Chan, what's up? Daddy ripping you a new-"

He froze…

He saw Flip… only this time the kid was twice his size, totally ripped, and having a twisted expression. "The only thing that's being ripped… will be you!" the illusion said in a demonic voice, throwing a punch!

Derek, believing he was getting his butt kicked, threw himself into the wall as if he had been punched. "AUGH! Holy crap, did Robotnik experiment on you or something!?" he screamed, then stood on his tip-toes, as if someone were actually holding him by the collar. "No! No! Not the face! Aaauu-!"

d~b

"-uuuggh!" Ted was screaming as he ran around his apartment…

…being chased by a giant bagel, armed with a butter-knife and cream-cheese. "Lets see how you like being in someone's digestion!" it screamed.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'LL NEVER EAT ANOTEHR PASTRY AGAIN AS LONG AS YOU SPARE MEEEE!" Ted sobbed, hiding under the counter.

Shawn ran back in by this time. "*gasp pant* I think… I lost him… ugh, stupid paparazzi… why can't they leave celebrities in peace?" he whimpered, then heard whimpering from behind the counter. "Who's there? C-Come out now!"

Ted, recognizing Shawn's voice, popped up. "Shawn? AUGH!" he screamed, seeing a monstrous cupcake in Shawn's place, armed with a knife and fork!

Shawn's eyes bulged.

"AAUUUGH! IT'S SHAWN K.!" squealed a group of hyperactive fan-girls in Ted's place.

"OH DEAR MOTHER-!" Shawn screamed, then ran. "SHAGGY! GET THE FLAME-THROWER!"

d~b

Back downstairs, Jasper and Horace were running about. "NO MORE PUPPY-NAPPING! I CAN'T STAND SEEING ANY MORE SPOTS!" Jasper was screaming… crashing into the fuse-box, ending up restoring power to the whole building!

…which would be a good thing if the light wasn't what allowed people to see their fears, meaning all the residents in the building were now victim to09t34jitgowperhw48[9ghiw9poehng

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"AAAUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" The author screamed, as he looked at the blue-screen on his laptop. "WE'VE LOST THE STORY!"

"WE'VE LOST ALL OUR STORIES!" Mr. Cartoon screamed, pulling up the site on his own laptop. "THEY'VE ALL BEEN DELETED!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

KA-BOOM! Went the planet!

d~b

*pause*

…yup, not even the authors were safe.

You might be asking yourself, 'Wait, shouldn't the Narrator be affected too?'

Well, I would be… if I didn't take the job as a narrator for a fan-fiction written by a nutjob in order to pay for food, have 3 ex-wives I owe child-support to, and live with my nagging mother.

Yes, sometimes reality itself is the true terror… *sniffle* …I should've gone to college…

*ahem* Anyway…

With all the lights on, fear seemed to be around every corner for our heroes (and antagonists).

Proven quite literately, as Pugsy timidly walked down the hall. He heard a floorboard creak around a corner and pressed himself against the wall, cautiously peeking over…

During this exact same time, Zippy was doing the same…

They looked at each other-

Pugsy saw a werewolf-Zippy (and his heart-rate went bye-bye)

Zippy saw nothing…

Until Freddy Fazbear pulled a jumpscare, screaming in her face!

"AUGH/YIKES!" They both screamed…

*BAM!*

…Zippy socked Pugsy in the face and took off running. Pugsy, believing that the Zippy-wolf was actually running towards him, took off in a sprint.

d~b

Shawn was running from an imaginary horde of fan-girls, when he bumped into a green-faced reporter. "I'm here live with Shawn K.! So, tell us Shawn, do you have any comments about the information given that you have 27 ex-wives, were raised by chimpanzees, and have an unhealthy addiction to the 'Twilight' saga?" the reporter questioned.

"NO! LIES! IT'S ALL LIIIEEESSSS!" Shawn screamed, gripping his head as he fell to his knees…

…not realizing he was screaming to Stanley, who only saw a screaming, metal-version of The Mask, crouching low on springs and bouncing up with a chainsaw. "AUGH! NO! GET AWAY, YOU SHOULDN'T EXIST!" Stanley screamed, dropping to the floor in order to avoid his illusion.

Derek stumbled by, believing he was still being beaten to a pulp by an enormous Flip-bully! "NO! NOT THE ATOMIC WEDGIE! AIIIEEEEEE!" he screamed, dropping to the floor. He looked up, seeing Stanley and Shawn…

…or, more like Brattina in a wedding dress, with Katrina as a bridesmaid. "Ready for our honeymoon, darling?" the Brattina-illusion asked with a wink.

Derek gagged, turning green, and took off like a shot. Stanley and Shawn looked at each other, screamed, and ran off themselves.

…lot of running around and screaming in this story, isn't there?

d~b

Flip ran down the hall, looking around. "Dad! Dad, please, just listen to me! I'll try harder, I promise!" he cried in desperation, running around the saw his younger siblings, Scooter, Mimi, and Nancy standing there with the family-dog, Chu-Chu, standing there… with glowing white eyes and stoic expressions. "Guys! H-Have you've seen Dad? I-I need to talk to him!"

"We don't share a father with the likes of you!" the Nancy-illusion sneered, while the Chu-Chu illusion growled viciously.

"You're an embarrassment to the family! I can't believe we ever looked up to you!" The Mimi-illusion snapped.

Flip stood there, stunned. "No… not you guys too…!" he stammered.

"I never want to see you again! I hate you, Flip!" The Scooter-illusion shouted, and kicked him in the shins!

Flip, feeling as if he had been kicked for real, fell to the ground… seeing his entire family, looking like demons, circle around him. "You're a failure… failure… failure… failure… (I hate you!) …failure… failure… (You are no son of mine) failure… failure… (You've failed us all!) …failure…!" they all chanted and hissed.

"No… stop… NOOOO!" Flip screamed, covering his ears and shutting his eyes.

Vincent ran down the hall, just in time to see Flip fall to his knees. "Flip?! Oh thank God, have you've seen the others?" he asked, then noticed his despair. "Flip? …Flip, what's wrong?" he reached to touch his shoulder…

"Flip's" head turned around at a 180-degree angle, his hair now red, his face scarred… basically having turned into Chucky. "Wanna play?!" the illusion asked.

Vincent screamed, turning to run-

*CRASH!*

…breaking through a wall as he did.

Wow, I was wondering when we'd use that gag.

d~b

Shaggy stumbled down the stairs, trying to outrun a pack of werewolves… Pugsy, ironically, doing the same thing only outrunning him and hiding in an elevator. "This… is… *puff puff* insane! W-W-Where are all these werewolves coming from?!" Pugsy stammered.

*CRASH! BANG! SMASH!* Illusions of werewolf arms smashed through the floor, ceiling and door of the elevator, several of the furry beasts breaking in to rip him to shreds and eat him alive!

"AUGH! WAIT! A-A-AREN'T WE FRIENDS?!" Pugsy asked the lycanthropic-illusions of his friends.

"Yeah, friends with benefits…." A Zippy-werewolf illusion stated.

"The benefit being you're going to be one delicious meal!" a Shaggy-werewolf illusion growled, as their eyes all glowed red and their faces became more demonic.

Pugsy screamed…

And to Shaggy, who had opened the elevator doors, he looked like a demonic banshee. "AUGH!" Shaggy screamed, and ran down to the basement…

Where he saw the machine, looking like a giant robot monster in his eyes.

"Where the heck are all these monsters coming from?!" Shaggy yelped, hiding behind a crate. "Like, so much for facing fears! And Flip thinks taking a detective test is hard…!"

He paused just then.

"Wait a minute…" he began to ponder, eyeing the monster. "I tell Flip about all my fears, and suddenly all my worst fears appear out of nowhere…" he stood up straight. "So THAT'S it! It's all a hoax! …Pugs probably talked everyone into pulling a fast one on me!" he looked towards the audience. "…Either that, or thought using a 'mystery-solving' visual aid would help the kid study…"

He looked back at the machine, which was trying its best to look twice as scary.

Shaggy sneered. "…And it always turned out to be someone in a mask. Well… lets see who it is this time!" He then stormed over to the 'robot-monster', grabbing it by the head and yanking the mask off-

…in reality, yanking off the antenna, and making the machine malfunction!

You know what comes next.

*BOOM!*

Shaggy was blown back by the sudden explosion, smacking into the wall and seeing stars… and having lost his hearing and sense of smell, temporarily. "Like, wow! …must've been a cheap costume," he commented to himself, before passing out.

Robotnik and his lackeys looked around, seeing the machine destroyed… though this time, the villain was relieved. "Jasper! Get on Amazon and tell the seller of this contraption I want a refund!" he ordered.

d~b

With the machine now out of commission, its affect on everyone wore off.

Shawn, who was clinging to a ceiling-fan, blinked when he noticed all his imaginary fan-girls and paparazzi vanished. "What the…?" he whispered in confusion.

Ted, who was cowering under the counter, opened his eyes to see that all the killer-foods were gone as well. "Huh… That's it. No more low-fat cream-cheese!" he commented, rubbing his head.

Derek, who was in the process of imagining he was in a headlock, suddenly noticed his imaginary bullies vanished, and collapsed on the ground. "…Where's my videogame?" he asked, brushing the experience aside.

Zippy and Vincent, who were just about to axe each other, froze when their fears disappeared. "Uhh… what just happened?" Zippy asked, while Vincent shook his head, baffled.

Stanley, who was hiding in a potted plant, peeked out and breathed a sigh of relief.

Flip stood up, seeing that his living nightmare was gone as well. "…Pugs was right. I've been cramming too hard," he groaned, then looked around. "…Wait, where is everyone?"

Pugsy stepped out of the elevator, looking around to make sure the area was void of werewolves, then leaned against the wall. "Time to have a word with the management," he groused, beginning to walk to the basement.

Fangface walked in randomly just then. "Hey, Pugs! What was with all the screaming?" he began to ask.

"AUGH!" Pugsy shrieked- at the highest pitch possible- and turn around and ran..

*CRASH!*

…right into the wall, losing consciousness upon impact.

Fangface blinked, then turned to the audience. "Did I miss something? *grr*" he questioned.

d~b

Well, the next morning, everyone in the building stood in the lobby, demanding what was going on last night, to which Robotnik had to give a good alibi…

"A gas leak?!" Shawn questioned.

…okay, an 'adequate' alibi.

"Yes- er, somewhat… apparently, some sort of hallucinogen got into the air-duct while the boys were cleaning and spread throughout the building. Took a while for it to be cleared out," Robotnik replied in a 'I've-rehearsed-this-a-hundred-times' tone. "I can assure you, we shall be getting ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SUPPLIES after this horrendous incident," On the part in all-caps, he crumpled the blue-prints to the machine… then lit them on fire and threw them in the metal wastebin. "Now… are there any further complaints?"

"Yeah- how's about lowering the rent with all the chaos that happens here?" Pugsy quipped.

"How about if you move out?!"

Pugsy sneered, then walked off, as well as the other residents who didn't bother with complaining to their cranky landlord. He turned to Shawn K. "If I wasn't sure that guy wasn't up to something every day, I'd have moved out after the first episode," he whispered.

"Eh, at least we've got free wi-fi," Shawn replied, looking on the bright-side.

Meanwhile upstairs, Flip was on the phone with his dad. "…And I'm studying for the remake test," he was stating, a cringe in his voice. "Are you mad?"

"Of course not. I know you can do better- just do not stress yourself. Worrying can cause more problems than one may think," Charlie replied. "As long as you try your best, that is all that matters,"

Flip breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Dad… I was worried I'd disappoint you,"

His father chuckled. "I had a poor mark or two in my school days as well, son. The only way I would be disappointed is if you gave up on your hard work… Speaking of which, isn't it almost time for you to get going?"

Flip looked at his watch. "Yikes! Glad you said something! Alright, I'll call you tonight- bye dad, and thanks again! Love ya!" he quickly hung up, grabbing his things and running out the door.

"Bye, Flip! Don't work too hard!" Shaggy called, as he and Zippy sat on the couch- the psychotic tomboy bundled up in a blanket and sipping tea. He looked at her. "…Can't you be sick at your place?"

"I would… except Captain Sprinkles got loose through that hole. I'm waiting for her to turn up," Zippy said, blowing her nose. "I gotta patch up that wall later before Vincent's bearded dragon slips through,"

Shaggy blinked, then scooted over.

Pugsy walked in and, seeing they had their backs to him, smirked. He began to creep over, deciding to give them both a 'jumpscare' of his own…

Not noticing Zippy's kitten, Captain Sprinkles, was right in his path, and he accidentally stepped on its tail! "REOWRRR!" the cat screeched.

"YIKES!" Pugsy screamed, startled and hiding in the closet.

"ZOINKS!" Shaggy cried, clinging to the ceiling lamp once more.

"GAH!" Zippy shrieked- and ran and dove off the balcony.

The kitten looked around, then turned to the audience, giving a tiny shrug and walking away.

d~b

A/N: *looks at computer, seeing the story is still up* Oh, thank God… (passes out in relief)

Co-A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! …now if you'll excuse us, we've got some therapy to get to. (drags the author off)

Please review… and send flames towards the new 'Be Cool' series. Shaggy will pay you to do so. Really!