Shaggy and Scooby whiled in sound like a train distanced horn and there inside felt like fruit slush in a blender. Everything was a swirling shade of green. The pair were clothing in a cosmic tumble-dryer and as happy as you can expect.
Finally, they were spat out like a pipe. For a long time, the loveable duo lay prone before one spoke, Scooby-doo, "Hey, Raggy. Why is the night sky all purple?" His friend rolled to look at the sky. It was indeed a strong tint of purple with red-yellow clouds as if dusk yet bright as day. "Nah, man. It just some dust particle whatsit or something like that. Velma will explain it whilst we pretended to understand, hahaha." Shaggy (and many others) at times found Velma unintelligible when she went into a tangent about scientific explanations.
"It is 12 o'clock and well past sandstorm season. Senor and perro" The pair looked around for the man with the Spanish voice, " Like, hello. Where are you, Monsieur?
"That is French!" the voice exploded, "you idiota. Honestly, it is not that hard to tell the difference between the smooth sound dialect of sunny Spain and the ruff tongue of those croissant eaters, yuck. Croissants!" Scooby sniffing nose come to a skeleton head with a finely brushed black mustache, "Hullo," said the skull casually.
Zoinks!
Without another word the two scaredy cats ran, kicking up dust which made the spanish skull cough violently, "Hey, amigos where are you going? Did I do something to offend you! Hey, get here and screw my head on right."
Out of a thorny bush was the skeleton's boney body in a nice three-piece suit with a red tie. "Here body, come to me my sweat, ntntnt." Even without ears, the body tripped all the way to its head which had its eyes and sense of balance. "You, cuerpo are big-boned and have two left feet without me, no?" The body put hands on hips before stomping off. "Wait, where you going. Please put my head-on. Ugh. Of course, I get the body who is body sensitive. Well, he'll be back, maybe."
A tall dust cloud followed the duo. "like hurry Scoob before the talking skull becomes a screaming skull." He referred to a previous mystery in London.
"Right Raggy. Hey look a town. Peaking over the horizon were forbidding buildings with tall, crooked trees surrounding them. They ran even faster to get there, ignoring the common sense saying, where Coolsville?" They also missed the large sign saying, Ville dead ahead, home to 1001 monsters.