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only creature I own is Dr. Cal Daver. The rest belong to those wonderful
people at Hanna-Barbera.
Scooby-Doo
In
Return to the Ghoul School
A fanfiction by Mad Dr. Matt
Chapter 1: A Redemption and a Jailbreak
It was a dark night over the State Penitentiary, home to some of the most nasty ne'er-do-wells the world had ever seen. Kept behind stone walls and iron bars, the inmates faced long sentences. Some kept behaving well in hopes of getting time off. Others kept acting like the nasty criminals they were. At this time of night, most of the inmates were asleep. But in one tiny little cell, one of the inmates was not asleep.
In this little cell, a small little Great Dane walking upright was pacing back and forth. He was wearing the usual prison stripes in his size. His name was Scrappy-Doo, nephew of the world-famous detective dog Scooby-Doo. He had been sent to jail for the crime of leading an army of demons in an insidious plot to take over the world.
"I can't believe my plan failed! I should be ruling the world with an army of demons. But no! Those meddling Mystery Inc. kids had to step in and stop the Darkopolypse ritual. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting them to put aside their differences and work as a team again. I tell you, if I ever get out of this place, they'll get a taste of true puppy power!" yelled Scrappy as he clutched the window bars of his cell. "Quiet, Doo!" yelled a guard from down the hallway.
"Lousy Mystery Inc. gang. It's their fault I'm in this prison in the first place. They didn't have to kick me out of the group. I mean just being annoying and always talking about kicking ghost butt is no reason to kick me out," said Scrappy. Then his angry face faded and he started to reflect on what he had said.
"Maybe, I was being a little bit annoying. Okay, maybe a lot annoying. Now that I think about it, I don't blame them for kicking me out. Always blabbing about pulverizing the bad guys, no wonder they wanted to get rid of me. And I tried to destroy the world, so they must hate me even more. I nearly sacrificed my own uncle, my own flesh and blood, just so I could lead a horde of demons in world conquest. And for what? To get my revenge on the gang? Sure I was angry, but I really wasn't in a take-over-the- world kind of anger. How did that evil thing, the Daemon Ritus, get into my possession anyway? I don't even remember," he said as he collapsed down on his bed.
The little dog looked on the little table next to his bed. On it was a picture frame with a picture of his Uncle Scooby with his human friends Shaggy, Fred, Daphne, and Velma. It was signed, 'Dear Scrappy. Thanks for bringing us back together. May you get time off for good behavior. Love, the gang.' Scrappy picked up the picture and sniffled.
"I thought they sent this to spite me. But now I realize how much I miss them. If I ever get out of here, I would say: Sorry Velma! Sorry Daphne! Sorry Fred! Sorry Shaggy! And especially, sorry Uncle Scooby," wailed Scrappy as he broke into tears. "If I had the chance, I would do anything to show them that I'm sorry," said Scrappy.
Suddenly, the prison alarm went off. The guard ran down the hall to meet two of his co-workers. "What's happening?" asked the guard. "A group of intruders have broken in. We think they might be trying to spring some of the prisoners," said one of the co-workers. "What do they look like?" asked the guard. "Like that!" exclaimed the other co-worker pointing down the hallway. All three guards gasped at what they saw. They charged at the intruders shouting, "Stay where you are!"
Scrappy peered through the bars of his cell. 'What's going on?' he thought. He then heard the sounds of the guards grunting and falling to the floor. Then he heard the sound of footsteps and high-pitched giggling coming toward his cell. The footsteps were of two different sounds. One sounded like metal clanging and the other sounded like mud sloshing. Soon, Scrappy saw two monstrous figures. One was a giant monster with one green eye and a body covered in black tar. The other was a man in a black suit of armor. Then a third figure dropped in front of them. It was a white ghost that looked like a court jester. Scrappy gasped.
"The Luna Ghost, the Tar Monster and the Black Knight? Weren't you guys unmasked by Uncle Scooby and the gang?" he asked. The three creatures just laughed evilly. "Well, whatever you guys in masks are trying to pull, it won't work. My Uncle Scooby is going to kick your butts!" threatened Scrappy.
The Luna Ghost just giggled and approached the bars of Scrappy's cell. To Scrappy's surprise, it passed right through the bars! Scrappy's eyes opened wide. "Yipes! Something tells me you guys aren't in people in masks," said Scrappy.
The Tar Monster gripped the bars and pulled them right out. It tossed them aside and it ganged up on Scrappy with the Black Knight. "Well, whatever you guys are, prepare for a little taste of puppy power!" yelled Scrappy. He jumped at the Black Knight and slugged him in the helmet. The helmet flew revealing nothing underneath. "Yikes!" yelled Scrappy. The headless Knight started to feel around for his helmet.
Suddenly, the Tar Monster grabbed Scrappy from behind. Scrappy pushed himself out of the Tar Monster's slimy grip. He tried to run away. But the Luna Ghost jumped right in front of him. "Okay, this is a problem," said Scrappy.
He was about to try and make a run for it when all of a sudden, he was yanked off his feet. He found himself dangling upside down from a greenish- brown tendril. Scrappy turned around and found himself eye to eye with another strange monster. This one looked like a potato with one eye and several tendrils. It was smiling evilly at the little dog. Scrappy recognized this creature.
"I know you! You're that creature Scooby, Shaggy and I encountered when we were teaching at the Ghoul School: the Grim Creeper!" exclaimed Scrappy. The monster chuckled. "Glad to see you remember me, Scrappy-Doo," said the Grim Creeper. "What do you want, creepy? You'd better put me down and let me serve my time in peace," said Scrappy. "It's not what I want, you mangy mutt. It's what Revolta wants. And what she wants is to see you about your failure on Spooky Island," said the Grim Creeper.
"Revolta? The Witch of the Web? She's still around. I thought she and you had gone up with her castle," said Scrappy. "Reports of our demise have been greatly exaggerated. Now are you going to come with us quietly or are we going to have to make you?" asked the Grim Creeper. "You bet I won't come without a fight," said Scrappy waving his fists. "You are really in no position to fight. We outnumber you. And yet, your resistance to cooperate astounds me. I thought you'd still be evil and willing to participate in a scheme to get revenge on your so-called friends," said the Grim Creeper. "What are you talking about?" asked Scrappy.
"Never mind. Revolta will explain all of it. Come guys. She's expecting us," said the Grim Creeper as he crawled off with Scrappy dangling from his tendril. The three creatures followed him. "Put me down, you ugly excuse for a potato! Uncle Scooby, where are you?" called Scrappy. Something bad was cooking up and it looked like Scrappy was about to become a pawn for evil.
Scooby-Doo
In
Return to the Ghoul School
A fanfiction by Mad Dr. Matt
Chapter 1: A Redemption and a Jailbreak
It was a dark night over the State Penitentiary, home to some of the most nasty ne'er-do-wells the world had ever seen. Kept behind stone walls and iron bars, the inmates faced long sentences. Some kept behaving well in hopes of getting time off. Others kept acting like the nasty criminals they were. At this time of night, most of the inmates were asleep. But in one tiny little cell, one of the inmates was not asleep.
In this little cell, a small little Great Dane walking upright was pacing back and forth. He was wearing the usual prison stripes in his size. His name was Scrappy-Doo, nephew of the world-famous detective dog Scooby-Doo. He had been sent to jail for the crime of leading an army of demons in an insidious plot to take over the world.
"I can't believe my plan failed! I should be ruling the world with an army of demons. But no! Those meddling Mystery Inc. kids had to step in and stop the Darkopolypse ritual. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting them to put aside their differences and work as a team again. I tell you, if I ever get out of this place, they'll get a taste of true puppy power!" yelled Scrappy as he clutched the window bars of his cell. "Quiet, Doo!" yelled a guard from down the hallway.
"Lousy Mystery Inc. gang. It's their fault I'm in this prison in the first place. They didn't have to kick me out of the group. I mean just being annoying and always talking about kicking ghost butt is no reason to kick me out," said Scrappy. Then his angry face faded and he started to reflect on what he had said.
"Maybe, I was being a little bit annoying. Okay, maybe a lot annoying. Now that I think about it, I don't blame them for kicking me out. Always blabbing about pulverizing the bad guys, no wonder they wanted to get rid of me. And I tried to destroy the world, so they must hate me even more. I nearly sacrificed my own uncle, my own flesh and blood, just so I could lead a horde of demons in world conquest. And for what? To get my revenge on the gang? Sure I was angry, but I really wasn't in a take-over-the- world kind of anger. How did that evil thing, the Daemon Ritus, get into my possession anyway? I don't even remember," he said as he collapsed down on his bed.
The little dog looked on the little table next to his bed. On it was a picture frame with a picture of his Uncle Scooby with his human friends Shaggy, Fred, Daphne, and Velma. It was signed, 'Dear Scrappy. Thanks for bringing us back together. May you get time off for good behavior. Love, the gang.' Scrappy picked up the picture and sniffled.
"I thought they sent this to spite me. But now I realize how much I miss them. If I ever get out of here, I would say: Sorry Velma! Sorry Daphne! Sorry Fred! Sorry Shaggy! And especially, sorry Uncle Scooby," wailed Scrappy as he broke into tears. "If I had the chance, I would do anything to show them that I'm sorry," said Scrappy.
Suddenly, the prison alarm went off. The guard ran down the hall to meet two of his co-workers. "What's happening?" asked the guard. "A group of intruders have broken in. We think they might be trying to spring some of the prisoners," said one of the co-workers. "What do they look like?" asked the guard. "Like that!" exclaimed the other co-worker pointing down the hallway. All three guards gasped at what they saw. They charged at the intruders shouting, "Stay where you are!"
Scrappy peered through the bars of his cell. 'What's going on?' he thought. He then heard the sounds of the guards grunting and falling to the floor. Then he heard the sound of footsteps and high-pitched giggling coming toward his cell. The footsteps were of two different sounds. One sounded like metal clanging and the other sounded like mud sloshing. Soon, Scrappy saw two monstrous figures. One was a giant monster with one green eye and a body covered in black tar. The other was a man in a black suit of armor. Then a third figure dropped in front of them. It was a white ghost that looked like a court jester. Scrappy gasped.
"The Luna Ghost, the Tar Monster and the Black Knight? Weren't you guys unmasked by Uncle Scooby and the gang?" he asked. The three creatures just laughed evilly. "Well, whatever you guys in masks are trying to pull, it won't work. My Uncle Scooby is going to kick your butts!" threatened Scrappy.
The Luna Ghost just giggled and approached the bars of Scrappy's cell. To Scrappy's surprise, it passed right through the bars! Scrappy's eyes opened wide. "Yipes! Something tells me you guys aren't in people in masks," said Scrappy.
The Tar Monster gripped the bars and pulled them right out. It tossed them aside and it ganged up on Scrappy with the Black Knight. "Well, whatever you guys are, prepare for a little taste of puppy power!" yelled Scrappy. He jumped at the Black Knight and slugged him in the helmet. The helmet flew revealing nothing underneath. "Yikes!" yelled Scrappy. The headless Knight started to feel around for his helmet.
Suddenly, the Tar Monster grabbed Scrappy from behind. Scrappy pushed himself out of the Tar Monster's slimy grip. He tried to run away. But the Luna Ghost jumped right in front of him. "Okay, this is a problem," said Scrappy.
He was about to try and make a run for it when all of a sudden, he was yanked off his feet. He found himself dangling upside down from a greenish- brown tendril. Scrappy turned around and found himself eye to eye with another strange monster. This one looked like a potato with one eye and several tendrils. It was smiling evilly at the little dog. Scrappy recognized this creature.
"I know you! You're that creature Scooby, Shaggy and I encountered when we were teaching at the Ghoul School: the Grim Creeper!" exclaimed Scrappy. The monster chuckled. "Glad to see you remember me, Scrappy-Doo," said the Grim Creeper. "What do you want, creepy? You'd better put me down and let me serve my time in peace," said Scrappy. "It's not what I want, you mangy mutt. It's what Revolta wants. And what she wants is to see you about your failure on Spooky Island," said the Grim Creeper.
"Revolta? The Witch of the Web? She's still around. I thought she and you had gone up with her castle," said Scrappy. "Reports of our demise have been greatly exaggerated. Now are you going to come with us quietly or are we going to have to make you?" asked the Grim Creeper. "You bet I won't come without a fight," said Scrappy waving his fists. "You are really in no position to fight. We outnumber you. And yet, your resistance to cooperate astounds me. I thought you'd still be evil and willing to participate in a scheme to get revenge on your so-called friends," said the Grim Creeper. "What are you talking about?" asked Scrappy.
"Never mind. Revolta will explain all of it. Come guys. She's expecting us," said the Grim Creeper as he crawled off with Scrappy dangling from his tendril. The three creatures followed him. "Put me down, you ugly excuse for a potato! Uncle Scooby, where are you?" called Scrappy. Something bad was cooking up and it looked like Scrappy was about to become a pawn for evil.