Title: The Scooby Gang 2/5
Disclaimer: If you recognize the name, it belongs to Joss
Whedon, his allies, Warner Brothers, Cartoon Network, or
Hanna-Barbera...
Spoiler: None
Having recovered from the shock of meeting the famous
Mystery Inc, Buffy's Scoobies bombarded her with questions
about the REAL Scooby Gang.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Do you think Scooby would play stud wth Roxy?"
"Do you think we can go to jail for using their name?
I mean, I never could figure out why you started calling
us the Scoobies."
"That Shaggy's cute. Think he would go out with me?"
The questions stopped and everyone looked at Anya.
"What? I just asked."
Shaggy, trying not to listen to his growling stomach,
spoke up. "Like, yeah man, er, chick, I'd go out with
you. Can you, like, take me somewhere to eat? And fast?"
"Reah, fast!"
Everyone ignored Shaggy and his canine friend.
Buffy walked over to Daphne. "Well, Red-"
"Ahem!"
Buffy turned back to Willow. "Sorry, Wil. Childhood
nickname and stuff." She turned back to Daphne. "Care to
tell me why you're here and how long you guys are
staying?"
Right then, Dawn walked in. She ran up to Shaggy and
gave him a hug before kneeling down and throwing her arms
around Scooby.
"Ri Rawn!"
"Scooby! I missed you guys! What're you doing here?
How long are you staying? Is that your girlfriend?"
"Ri rissed you. Rolving a rystery. Ril it's rolved.
Ro, rever reen her refore."
Anya raised her hand. "I never could understand that
dog. What did he just say?"
Buffy sighed. She hated this. "He just answered the
questions that my favorite cousin here doesn't seem to
have the anseers to. He missed Dawn, they're solving a
mystery, they'll be here until they solve it, and no, he's
never seen Roxy refo-before."
"Oh. Of course, he did."
Velma stepped in between Daphne and her look-alike
cousing. "Buffy, she would have told you what you wanted
to know if Scooby hadn't answered first. I know you don't
like us, but we had to come. Would you not slay just
because someone didn't like you? Jenkies! Get over it
already! It happened eight years ago."
Fred cleared his throat. "Seven years, nine months,
one week, and three days ago."
Now everyone turned to stare at Fred.
"What? Where is it written that Velma is the smart
one? Who says she has to have ALL the answers?"
Buffy held out a hand, palm out, as if to say talk to
the hand. "Whatever. Look, all I want to know is how
long you're staying. I need to make sure there are enough
bed sheets and food for all of us."
"Rall of rus?"
"Yes, Scooby, all of you."
Anya butted in again. "Um, am I the only one that
finds it odd that this dog can talk? I've always been a
little creeped out by it."
"Hey, An, why don't you take Roxy for a walk?"
"Xander, are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Emphatically yes!"
"Ran I rum?"
"What did he say?"
Buffy sighed again. Scooby wasn't bad, but everytime
she saw him, she ended up translaitng for someone. "He
wants to know if he can go with you and Roxy."
"Oh. I guess. But no butt sniffing."
"Rokay."
"Hey! I understood that one!"
On their way out the door, Anya turned back. "Shaggy?
Would you care to come? We can stop for a bite. Besides,
I need someone to tell me what he's saying," she said,
pointing at the super sleuth dog.
When the foursome were out of site, Buffy turned back
to Velma.
"I'll get over it when I'm good and ready. It's her I
don't like, not you, not blondie here, and definitely not
Shag and Scoob. Just Daphne."
"Look, Buffy," Daphne said, "I told you I was sorry. I
really don't know what else to do or say. We used to be
such good friends. Please forgive me already."
The slayer was moved for just a moment as she remember
when she and her cousin had spent so much time together,
confusing people with their looks. Then she hardened her
resolve. "Forgive? Maybe, but I can't forget it. I'm
sorry. I'll talk to you guys later. I need to go buy
something for supper."
With that, she stormed out the front door.
Xander and Dawn looked at each other. Xander opened
his mouth to ask a question, but Dawn answered him before
he could ask. "I don't know. She never told me. They
won't tell me either," she said, nodding her head in the
direction of Fred, Velma, and Daphne.
She walked over to her cousin and hugged her. "I love
you, Daphne. She does, too. She'll come around."
Xander asked his question, in spite of Dawn's answer.
"Why is she so mad?"
Fred offered up his opinion. "Well, Xander is it?
It's n ot our place to say. I think that's part of the
problem. Buffy doesn't want anyone else to know. She has
to be willing to talk about it before she can settle it."
"Oh, I see." Pause. "No, I don't, but that's ok. I'm
used to it."
Before anyone could respond, a cold chill ran through
the room. An eerie voice resonated through the building.
"Leave now. This is your only warning!"
Disclaimer: If you recognize the name, it belongs to Joss
Whedon, his allies, Warner Brothers, Cartoon Network, or
Hanna-Barbera...
Spoiler: None
Having recovered from the shock of meeting the famous
Mystery Inc, Buffy's Scoobies bombarded her with questions
about the REAL Scooby Gang.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Do you think Scooby would play stud wth Roxy?"
"Do you think we can go to jail for using their name?
I mean, I never could figure out why you started calling
us the Scoobies."
"That Shaggy's cute. Think he would go out with me?"
The questions stopped and everyone looked at Anya.
"What? I just asked."
Shaggy, trying not to listen to his growling stomach,
spoke up. "Like, yeah man, er, chick, I'd go out with
you. Can you, like, take me somewhere to eat? And fast?"
"Reah, fast!"
Everyone ignored Shaggy and his canine friend.
Buffy walked over to Daphne. "Well, Red-"
"Ahem!"
Buffy turned back to Willow. "Sorry, Wil. Childhood
nickname and stuff." She turned back to Daphne. "Care to
tell me why you're here and how long you guys are
staying?"
Right then, Dawn walked in. She ran up to Shaggy and
gave him a hug before kneeling down and throwing her arms
around Scooby.
"Ri Rawn!"
"Scooby! I missed you guys! What're you doing here?
How long are you staying? Is that your girlfriend?"
"Ri rissed you. Rolving a rystery. Ril it's rolved.
Ro, rever reen her refore."
Anya raised her hand. "I never could understand that
dog. What did he just say?"
Buffy sighed. She hated this. "He just answered the
questions that my favorite cousin here doesn't seem to
have the anseers to. He missed Dawn, they're solving a
mystery, they'll be here until they solve it, and no, he's
never seen Roxy refo-before."
"Oh. Of course, he did."
Velma stepped in between Daphne and her look-alike
cousing. "Buffy, she would have told you what you wanted
to know if Scooby hadn't answered first. I know you don't
like us, but we had to come. Would you not slay just
because someone didn't like you? Jenkies! Get over it
already! It happened eight years ago."
Fred cleared his throat. "Seven years, nine months,
one week, and three days ago."
Now everyone turned to stare at Fred.
"What? Where is it written that Velma is the smart
one? Who says she has to have ALL the answers?"
Buffy held out a hand, palm out, as if to say talk to
the hand. "Whatever. Look, all I want to know is how
long you're staying. I need to make sure there are enough
bed sheets and food for all of us."
"Rall of rus?"
"Yes, Scooby, all of you."
Anya butted in again. "Um, am I the only one that
finds it odd that this dog can talk? I've always been a
little creeped out by it."
"Hey, An, why don't you take Roxy for a walk?"
"Xander, are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Emphatically yes!"
"Ran I rum?"
"What did he say?"
Buffy sighed again. Scooby wasn't bad, but everytime
she saw him, she ended up translaitng for someone. "He
wants to know if he can go with you and Roxy."
"Oh. I guess. But no butt sniffing."
"Rokay."
"Hey! I understood that one!"
On their way out the door, Anya turned back. "Shaggy?
Would you care to come? We can stop for a bite. Besides,
I need someone to tell me what he's saying," she said,
pointing at the super sleuth dog.
When the foursome were out of site, Buffy turned back
to Velma.
"I'll get over it when I'm good and ready. It's her I
don't like, not you, not blondie here, and definitely not
Shag and Scoob. Just Daphne."
"Look, Buffy," Daphne said, "I told you I was sorry. I
really don't know what else to do or say. We used to be
such good friends. Please forgive me already."
The slayer was moved for just a moment as she remember
when she and her cousin had spent so much time together,
confusing people with their looks. Then she hardened her
resolve. "Forgive? Maybe, but I can't forget it. I'm
sorry. I'll talk to you guys later. I need to go buy
something for supper."
With that, she stormed out the front door.
Xander and Dawn looked at each other. Xander opened
his mouth to ask a question, but Dawn answered him before
he could ask. "I don't know. She never told me. They
won't tell me either," she said, nodding her head in the
direction of Fred, Velma, and Daphne.
She walked over to her cousin and hugged her. "I love
you, Daphne. She does, too. She'll come around."
Xander asked his question, in spite of Dawn's answer.
"Why is she so mad?"
Fred offered up his opinion. "Well, Xander is it?
It's n ot our place to say. I think that's part of the
problem. Buffy doesn't want anyone else to know. She has
to be willing to talk about it before she can settle it."
"Oh, I see." Pause. "No, I don't, but that's ok. I'm
used to it."
Before anyone could respond, a cold chill ran through
the room. An eerie voice resonated through the building.
"Leave now. This is your only warning!"