101 Ways to Kill Scrappy

A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91

Disclaimer: Dude, I wouldn't be doing this if I was actually involved the rights to Scooby-Doo.

Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): My readers, not only is it Washington's birthday today, but it is also my youngest cousin's birthday today (Jake's turning 5 and is one of the biggest fans of Scooby ever). (Just thought I would say it for some reason.)

Anyway, because FF:net is finally allowing me to upload chapters again, here are three brand spanking new chapters not so hot off the press! (Oh, and thank my brother for suggesting this method to me!)

Enjoy and happy belated Language Movement (and President's) Day!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Gentleman's Duel

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It was a happy day for (almost) everyone. After all, it was only Wednesday and they were traveling to the American South in order to attend Shaggy's family reunion. (Betty Lou, his southern cousin, was hosting it, mind you.) Since it was supposed to start that day and everyone else was waiting on them, Freddy was hauling ass so they could make a record time for the their shortest cross country trip.

They were hauling ass, however, until a flashing red, blue and white light and siren got louder and louder as they came closer to the Mystery Machine. Freddy immediately pulled over. At the same time, Shaggy and Scooby frantically tried to find a way to get rid of all of their marijuana smoke when they realized it was the police.

The sheriff was that pulled the gang over was one of those stereotypical southern sheriffs that are morbidly obese, balding and have an obsession with donuts and decaf coffee. Shaggy, the two Scoobies and Scrappy held their breaths in order to prevent themselves from laughing, but alas, Scrappy was the only one to completely crack. The puppy laughed, pointed, and said some very mean words at the sheriff.

Unfortunately for him, even puppy power couldn't save him when the fat sheriff asked him to walk out of the Mystery Machine. When Scrappy did so, the sheriff handed him a handgun, and told him that the people in his small, small town rarely did this to avoid being stereotyped as gun happy hicks, but he was going to make an exception that day. As it turns out, they were going to play a little known dangerous game known as "semi-revenge" one bullet roulette, where they would fire at each other without knowing which gun had the bullet. They then aimed their guns at each other and pulled the trigger. Scrappy pulled the trigger but his gun was unloaded, so he obviously was shot and killed when the sheriff's bullet hit his flesh.

When he walked off from the death scene, the sheriff then walked towards the Mystery Machine, gave them a ticket for driving too fast, and sped off into the sunlight. Not long afterwards, the gang walked out of the van with their handy dandy Killing Methods book and resurrected the dead puppy before driving off again in order to get to their destination.

End of Chapter Twenty-Eight

A/N: So… did both yours and my craving for Scrappy related death get satisfied for now? If so, don't forget to come back on Friday (or Saturday, if you live past the International Date Line), where it's not only update day but also the day my daddy reaches the big 5-0!

Ja Ne!

Kate-chan 91

(PS- I wasn't going to post this, but I just had to say it since it's so funny and sad it's weird. There's this kid at school that was actually caught smoking marijuana in the boys bathroom. What's funny is that not only did a girl find out by seeing thick smoke coming out of the bathroom, but it was also my language arts teacher and the PRINCIPAL that got him! (Falls out of chair laughing) Well, that's all I know about this right now; I'll probably update this if I get any more information about this.)