YAY! I got my own.. er.. black ball of fluff! * see myshawolf's chap. 13 of
masquerade for details*
JR: not only do I have my very own tickle me nightmare, but I've decided to
take a bite out of Mysha's ficcys! Well, at least until I can figure out
something to do. No, I'm not dead. I'm very much alive. I was just busy.
Sorry it took so long, but at least I updated TWO fics at a time, right?
Right. On with the motley!
PS my Tickle me nightmare blob has taken on the shape of Arnold
scwarsenegger. gee, where did that come from.
Ahnold: I'll be bahk. Hey cahlifohnians- I'm yor new gubinator. Yor
clothes - gib dem to me.
JR: -_-;;
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Holmes jumped up and grabbed Fred's collar. "Don't go after her," he
hissed, "And I promise the man's word will not be broken. He is but a pawn
in a cunning scheme." Lestrade raised her eyebrows, asking how it was
certain that the antagonist was a male. Sherlock shrugged. "Surely, even
in the heat of the battle, you noticed the creatures extraordinary height,
which he tried to conceal. It was in vain of course, to my eyes and ears."
Lestrade groaned. "Of course! I should have seen it! But then that means
that - "
"What'd we miss?" The man and his dog took that moment to walk into the
mist of things. "Where have you two BEEN!" Velma shouted with her arms in
the air. Scooby burped and Shaggy grinned. "Like, did you have ask?"
Velma rolled her eyes and brought both rascals up to date. Scooby
whimpered when he fount out Daphne was gone.
"Roe roar ruby rags." ("No more Scooby Snacks.") Shag snickered at his
pup's ill timing, but became more serious when he saw Freddy's gaunt face.
He coughed, nudging his fellow guy in the foot. But it was no use. Fred's
bottom lip pouted out in a frown, and he was silent as ever. Shaggy turned
to the others with a sigh and a shrug.
Holmes' face was just as serious. "We have no time to lose. We need a
plan." His eyes flickered past Fred, who was busy bemoaning himself, and
rested on Velma. "Me?" She piped. Holmes nodded, and Lestrade followed
his lead, prompting the girl helpfully, and "Looks like we're going to have
to stick with the four S's, like Scooby said." Right on cue, the dog
recited: Suspects, split up, scramble, secure. Meet the suspects, split
up, scramble from the monster, and secure (trap) the monster. Then, last
but not least, unmask the villain!
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"OK, next plan. Scooby, do you think you could sniff Daphne out?" An hour
had already passed, spent in fruitless pursuit of a place to set a good
trap. Holmes was skeptical of the stability of the plan, and wasn't so
sure of the girl's next plan either. But he had followed with a thoughtful
expression on his face, his cane at the ready. Big surprise: it hadn't
worked. Without Fred to plan it all like he usually did, the arrangement
was a fluke. And now Velma was about to show she had more up her sleeve.
Lestrade almost groaned out loud.
"Rye run roe." ("I don't know" - he says that a lot, doesn't he?)
Holmes twitched. "Um, yes well, TRY." Scooby's tongue lolled out and he
nodded with a yip. Pressing his huge black nose to the ground, the doggy
began to sniff out the beast's scent, which would've been hard to miss. It
wasn't a stinky smell like skunk or sweat: it was a strange, refreshing
sort of smell.
"He's actually smelling!" The remaining teenage girl ran after Scooby the
Great Dane as Lestrade tried not to feel worried at Velma's excited tone of
voice. Sherlock restrained himself from slapping his forehead with a
groan. It wouldn't have been very polite.
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Beth Lestrade had never laughed so hard in her life. It didn't matter that
Holmes was trying to shut her up frantically and reassuring Scooby, who had
his tail between his hind legs in depression, it was ok and that everybody
makes mistakes. "Why, if it was me I your - er, shoes? -" Sherlock tried
to cheer the poor pup up, "I probably would've made the same error! It just
goes to show that we are dealing with a sharp, prepared criminal!"
Scooby had led the group into a janitor's closet full of air freshener
bottles.
Her breath having caught in her throat and almost suffocating her, Lestrade
stopped laughing and sank to her knees weakly. Velma and Shaggy were
trying to comfort Scooby as well, but Freddy was looking around in wonder.
He seemed to have regained his wits, because he spoke up next. "I guess
you're right, Mr. Holmes: the perpetrator must've disguised his scent with
air freshener. That means that he knew we were coming and that sooner or
later Scooby would try to sniff him out."
Shaggy looked confused. "So our bad guy is the janitor?" Lestrade looked
like she was about to pop again, but Holmes was smart enough to keep his
hand tightly over her mouth. Of course, that didn't stop her body from
shaking with laughter as she shook her head violently. She knew who it
was; at least, she thought she did. Holmes hadn't taken the time to
confirm her suspicions. He was too busy a) keeping his hand over her mouth
and at the same time making sure he didn't suffocate her; b) trying to calm
the gang down; and c) trying to think up what they were to do next. Oh
well, that was his problem. Meanwhile, Beth Lestrade couldn't help
laughing out loud again.
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Author's note: well I'm not sure how to use my newly obtained ball of
fluff, but I've lost my notes on the next chapter, which was as good as
done until I lost my notes. Cross your fingers and hope I find it.
Meanwhile, read and review, mis amis!
masquerade for details*
JR: not only do I have my very own tickle me nightmare, but I've decided to
take a bite out of Mysha's ficcys! Well, at least until I can figure out
something to do. No, I'm not dead. I'm very much alive. I was just busy.
Sorry it took so long, but at least I updated TWO fics at a time, right?
Right. On with the motley!
PS my Tickle me nightmare blob has taken on the shape of Arnold
scwarsenegger. gee, where did that come from.
Ahnold: I'll be bahk. Hey cahlifohnians- I'm yor new gubinator. Yor
clothes - gib dem to me.
JR: -_-;;
**********************************
Holmes jumped up and grabbed Fred's collar. "Don't go after her," he
hissed, "And I promise the man's word will not be broken. He is but a pawn
in a cunning scheme." Lestrade raised her eyebrows, asking how it was
certain that the antagonist was a male. Sherlock shrugged. "Surely, even
in the heat of the battle, you noticed the creatures extraordinary height,
which he tried to conceal. It was in vain of course, to my eyes and ears."
Lestrade groaned. "Of course! I should have seen it! But then that means
that - "
"What'd we miss?" The man and his dog took that moment to walk into the
mist of things. "Where have you two BEEN!" Velma shouted with her arms in
the air. Scooby burped and Shaggy grinned. "Like, did you have ask?"
Velma rolled her eyes and brought both rascals up to date. Scooby
whimpered when he fount out Daphne was gone.
"Roe roar ruby rags." ("No more Scooby Snacks.") Shag snickered at his
pup's ill timing, but became more serious when he saw Freddy's gaunt face.
He coughed, nudging his fellow guy in the foot. But it was no use. Fred's
bottom lip pouted out in a frown, and he was silent as ever. Shaggy turned
to the others with a sigh and a shrug.
Holmes' face was just as serious. "We have no time to lose. We need a
plan." His eyes flickered past Fred, who was busy bemoaning himself, and
rested on Velma. "Me?" She piped. Holmes nodded, and Lestrade followed
his lead, prompting the girl helpfully, and "Looks like we're going to have
to stick with the four S's, like Scooby said." Right on cue, the dog
recited: Suspects, split up, scramble, secure. Meet the suspects, split
up, scramble from the monster, and secure (trap) the monster. Then, last
but not least, unmask the villain!
**********************************
"OK, next plan. Scooby, do you think you could sniff Daphne out?" An hour
had already passed, spent in fruitless pursuit of a place to set a good
trap. Holmes was skeptical of the stability of the plan, and wasn't so
sure of the girl's next plan either. But he had followed with a thoughtful
expression on his face, his cane at the ready. Big surprise: it hadn't
worked. Without Fred to plan it all like he usually did, the arrangement
was a fluke. And now Velma was about to show she had more up her sleeve.
Lestrade almost groaned out loud.
"Rye run roe." ("I don't know" - he says that a lot, doesn't he?)
Holmes twitched. "Um, yes well, TRY." Scooby's tongue lolled out and he
nodded with a yip. Pressing his huge black nose to the ground, the doggy
began to sniff out the beast's scent, which would've been hard to miss. It
wasn't a stinky smell like skunk or sweat: it was a strange, refreshing
sort of smell.
"He's actually smelling!" The remaining teenage girl ran after Scooby the
Great Dane as Lestrade tried not to feel worried at Velma's excited tone of
voice. Sherlock restrained himself from slapping his forehead with a
groan. It wouldn't have been very polite.
***********************************
Beth Lestrade had never laughed so hard in her life. It didn't matter that
Holmes was trying to shut her up frantically and reassuring Scooby, who had
his tail between his hind legs in depression, it was ok and that everybody
makes mistakes. "Why, if it was me I your - er, shoes? -" Sherlock tried
to cheer the poor pup up, "I probably would've made the same error! It just
goes to show that we are dealing with a sharp, prepared criminal!"
Scooby had led the group into a janitor's closet full of air freshener
bottles.
Her breath having caught in her throat and almost suffocating her, Lestrade
stopped laughing and sank to her knees weakly. Velma and Shaggy were
trying to comfort Scooby as well, but Freddy was looking around in wonder.
He seemed to have regained his wits, because he spoke up next. "I guess
you're right, Mr. Holmes: the perpetrator must've disguised his scent with
air freshener. That means that he knew we were coming and that sooner or
later Scooby would try to sniff him out."
Shaggy looked confused. "So our bad guy is the janitor?" Lestrade looked
like she was about to pop again, but Holmes was smart enough to keep his
hand tightly over her mouth. Of course, that didn't stop her body from
shaking with laughter as she shook her head violently. She knew who it
was; at least, she thought she did. Holmes hadn't taken the time to
confirm her suspicions. He was too busy a) keeping his hand over her mouth
and at the same time making sure he didn't suffocate her; b) trying to calm
the gang down; and c) trying to think up what they were to do next. Oh
well, that was his problem. Meanwhile, Beth Lestrade couldn't help
laughing out loud again.
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Author's note: well I'm not sure how to use my newly obtained ball of
fluff, but I've lost my notes on the next chapter, which was as good as
done until I lost my notes. Cross your fingers and hope I find it.
Meanwhile, read and review, mis amis!