*[Author's note: -__-;; well when I said review I meant give me
suggestions. I mean, I know you love my writing (dodges rotten tomato) and
you all want me to continue as soon as possible (dodges rotten orange) and
you all think I'm the best writer there is (dodges rotten watermelon) but I
can't do all that if I don't get real feedback (hit in face by rotten
tomato. Monty snickers), even flames that give me real suggestions will
count. And it wouldn't hurt if you gave me your silly (I don't think so.)
ideas. Ahem! Now! On with the motley!
Monty: No, wait, you stoopid fool. You forgot to name the actor!
j.r.: I know! And the readers didn't even catch the fact that in the
first chapters it was Lou Nubbin, and now it's Lou Neebin.
Monty: Yes, that's where you belong all right!
^_^ Nudge nudge wink wink knowwhatimean knowwhatimean? Oh yea, and to save
time, No Pun Intended.]
Sherlock Holmes was unconscious, maybe dead, on the floor. A teenage girl was tied helpless in a chair, eyes wide with fear. And her ionizer was in the hands of a maniacal thespian. But the odds never did stop Beth Lestrade, and she wasn't one to break old habits. Of course, in her current situation, the odds were very much against her. Time to start bluffing, she thought to herself wryly. "When New Scotland Yard hears about this-" she began with as much verisimilitude as possible, but was cut short by the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin.
"Spare me the shit, Inspector. I know you and your kind, and am eager to rid the world of you. This'll be easier than I thought!" With that the man raised Lestrade's own ionizer at her, his eyes gleaming behind his bangs. But then, with a BANG the door flew open and in came Freddie, Shaggy, Scooby and Velma, ready to save the day. After they got a total shock of course.
"IT WAS THE TRAITOROUS-FRIEND-OF-LOU-NEEBIN?!"
Daphne had finally gotten her gag to loosen enough for her to cry out incoherently, "THUH!" Freddie decided to ignore her some more. I mean, he had tried to rescue her, and for what? (see above)
The traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin just stared at the intruders as if they came from another planet (in a way.), and the two scientists couldn't seem to decide whether or not to be relieved that they were going to get out of the mess they had gotten themselves into, or if they should've been falling over each other trying to escape from getting caught. Beth Lestrade took the opportunity to fling herself at Daphne's tied up figure, untie her with a New Scotland Yard Standard Issue Utility Rope Cutter, and push her toward Freddy, where she'd be safe for at least the next ten seconds.
"Now, to get Ho-" Lestrade stopped short. The Great Detective had simply disappeared into thin air! Was this another of the traitorous-friend-of- Lou-Neebin's tricks? Or was there divine intervention? Or - Lestrade's thoughts were interrupted by a funny sensation on her forehead. Her own ionizer was aimed right between Lestrade's eyeballs, and at the trigger was the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin's bony finger; there was no way out of this one.
"Stop right there!"
"Holmes!" Lestrade and the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin ejaculated at the same time (in different tones of voice, you understand). And at his back were police officers as far as the eye could see (not very far considering the breadth of the hallway.), each and every one (one being the keyword) armed with an ionizer of his own. The reign of the traitorous- friend-of-Lou-Neebin was finally put to a stop.
LATER "Ah, another criminal vanquished, and another day ended!"
"Ok, Holmes, I give in; how'd you do it?"
Sherlock Holmes grinned widely, showing a fine row of perfect white teeth (nice teeth for a Victorian. Seeing as they never brushed them.) "I have no idea what you mean, Inspector." God he's cute, Lestrade thought, but once again was interrupted, this time by the desperate shouts of the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin: "NO! STOP! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, YOU NITWITS! I WAS IN IT ALL FOR THE MONEY! THIS LAB IS PRACTICALLY SITTING ON A GOLD MINE, AND IT WOULD'VE BEEN MINE (NPI) IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR THOSE MEDDLING KIDS!"
Fred shook his head in disgust. "Why does everybody say that? It's like we're on a TV show or something and that's our slogan."
Velma nodded, "Tell me about it! What a dumb slogan, anyway!"
Lestrade opened her mouth to say something, but was. Yea, interrupted:
"AND THAT STUPID F---ING DOG, TOO!"
(I totally agree)
[A/N: *j.r. fumes as monty adds a final sardonic MST in parenthesis* *turns to screen* May I add that the ideas of this little ninny *whack monty upside the head* are completely unattatched to me? Monty: Fool. Who dyu think gave you all the answers on that math test you took last week! *shushes naughty shadow demon* Don't forget to review! And to get your friends to review! And to get their friends to review! And to get THEIR friends to- mmf! *Gagged by monty, who continues* And to read the beginning of the next ficcy, "Ice Ice Baby", and to review. And to get your friends to.. *looks up* *sighs and shakes head*]
Sherlock Holmes was unconscious, maybe dead, on the floor. A teenage girl was tied helpless in a chair, eyes wide with fear. And her ionizer was in the hands of a maniacal thespian. But the odds never did stop Beth Lestrade, and she wasn't one to break old habits. Of course, in her current situation, the odds were very much against her. Time to start bluffing, she thought to herself wryly. "When New Scotland Yard hears about this-" she began with as much verisimilitude as possible, but was cut short by the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin.
"Spare me the shit, Inspector. I know you and your kind, and am eager to rid the world of you. This'll be easier than I thought!" With that the man raised Lestrade's own ionizer at her, his eyes gleaming behind his bangs. But then, with a BANG the door flew open and in came Freddie, Shaggy, Scooby and Velma, ready to save the day. After they got a total shock of course.
"IT WAS THE TRAITOROUS-FRIEND-OF-LOU-NEEBIN?!"
Daphne had finally gotten her gag to loosen enough for her to cry out incoherently, "THUH!" Freddie decided to ignore her some more. I mean, he had tried to rescue her, and for what? (see above)
The traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin just stared at the intruders as if they came from another planet (in a way.), and the two scientists couldn't seem to decide whether or not to be relieved that they were going to get out of the mess they had gotten themselves into, or if they should've been falling over each other trying to escape from getting caught. Beth Lestrade took the opportunity to fling herself at Daphne's tied up figure, untie her with a New Scotland Yard Standard Issue Utility Rope Cutter, and push her toward Freddy, where she'd be safe for at least the next ten seconds.
"Now, to get Ho-" Lestrade stopped short. The Great Detective had simply disappeared into thin air! Was this another of the traitorous-friend-of- Lou-Neebin's tricks? Or was there divine intervention? Or - Lestrade's thoughts were interrupted by a funny sensation on her forehead. Her own ionizer was aimed right between Lestrade's eyeballs, and at the trigger was the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin's bony finger; there was no way out of this one.
"Stop right there!"
"Holmes!" Lestrade and the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin ejaculated at the same time (in different tones of voice, you understand). And at his back were police officers as far as the eye could see (not very far considering the breadth of the hallway.), each and every one (one being the keyword) armed with an ionizer of his own. The reign of the traitorous- friend-of-Lou-Neebin was finally put to a stop.
LATER "Ah, another criminal vanquished, and another day ended!"
"Ok, Holmes, I give in; how'd you do it?"
Sherlock Holmes grinned widely, showing a fine row of perfect white teeth (nice teeth for a Victorian. Seeing as they never brushed them.) "I have no idea what you mean, Inspector." God he's cute, Lestrade thought, but once again was interrupted, this time by the desperate shouts of the traitorous-friend-of-Lou-Neebin: "NO! STOP! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, YOU NITWITS! I WAS IN IT ALL FOR THE MONEY! THIS LAB IS PRACTICALLY SITTING ON A GOLD MINE, AND IT WOULD'VE BEEN MINE (NPI) IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR THOSE MEDDLING KIDS!"
Fred shook his head in disgust. "Why does everybody say that? It's like we're on a TV show or something and that's our slogan."
Velma nodded, "Tell me about it! What a dumb slogan, anyway!"
Lestrade opened her mouth to say something, but was. Yea, interrupted:
"AND THAT STUPID F---ING DOG, TOO!"
(I totally agree)
[A/N: *j.r. fumes as monty adds a final sardonic MST in parenthesis* *turns to screen* May I add that the ideas of this little ninny *whack monty upside the head* are completely unattatched to me? Monty: Fool. Who dyu think gave you all the answers on that math test you took last week! *shushes naughty shadow demon* Don't forget to review! And to get your friends to review! And to get their friends to review! And to get THEIR friends to- mmf! *Gagged by monty, who continues* And to read the beginning of the next ficcy, "Ice Ice Baby", and to review. And to get your friends to.. *looks up* *sighs and shakes head*]