The story you are about to see takes place after Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries, and is based on a scene from the 2007 movie, Trick 'r Treat.
And Aoogah is the story to make it more like the movie scene (also Tweety's High-Flying Adventure happened after Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries). Note that this story was made because I hate Sylvester & Tweety Mysteries because of all the mean-spiritedness subjected against Sylvester. I don't get what people like about it.
The story also takes place in an alternate world from the stories I usually write. Enjoy.
Oh yeah, warning. The following story contains strong language, extreme violence and gore, and it's detailed. Read at your own risk.
It was the 31st of October, Halloween Night, and it's been months since Sylvester James Pussycat was around, solving mysteries with Hector the Bulldog, Emma Webster (aka Granny), and of course, Tweety, the bane of his existence.
Since then, Tweety made a new friend, a pink bird named Aoogah, and Sylvester was arrested for stealing the royal passport (he was released).
"Sylvester, I'm going with the others to pick crops in that orchard." Granny had told him. "I want you to stay here to watch the house. There may be Trick or Treaters coming tonight so when they do, just hand them a handful of candy from the bowl, okay?"
Sylvester nodded his head in response.
"Good." Granny replied. "We'll be back later tonight."
She left with Hector, Tweety, and Aoogah, leaving him home alone (not the movie).
The orchard the others were getting their crops from was a rather spooky one. It was foggy, there was a lot of pumpkins (some of them already carved), and there was certainly a lot of corn, cabbages, carrots, and there was an old abandoned cemetery right next door to the orchard.
"Tweety, I don't know if we should be here." Aoogah informed. "This orchard gives me a bad feeling, and the cemetery next door has a legend that zombies come out to the orchard at one minutes past eleven pm every Halloween night, and it is currently two to eleven. If the legend is true, the zombies will be here in three minutes."
"Don't wowwy, Aoogah." Tweety replied. "That's just a myth."
"Well, I've been told that last year, a family of four came to this orchard on Halloween night, and have not been seen since." Aoogah replied. "When the police searched for them, they could only find bodies and bones with torn flesh and organs. And that these zombies are even capable of eating and killing toons."
Aoogah's words made Tweety nervous, then a thought came to his head.
"Perhaps we could perswade the puddytat to act as bait for the zombies." He said. "And if he doesn't agwee, Hector could "perswade" him, if you know what I mean."
"There's a dark side to you that I never knew about, Tweety." Aoogah replied. "He hasn't done anything to us. Well, not yet at least."
"He twied to eat us when we were collecting the paw pwints." Tweety reminded.
"But that was the past." Aoogah argued. "He's become less interested in chasing you."
"Then I should just have to perswade him to chase me." Tweety replied.
"What are you two talking about?" Granny asked.
"We were saying dat we should have the puddytat be bait for the zombies to we can get a clear shot of dem." Tweety explained. "We could turn the picture into the authorities, and we could make millions."
"On the contrary, Tweety, you said that." Aoogah replied, coldly. "I never knew you were like this. I need some time for myself for a bit. We'll talk about this later."
Aoogah flew off to a nearby bush to look for more crops.
"Okay, Aoogah." Tweety replied. "You'll come awound."
"Use Sylvester as bait?" Granny asked. "Well, I'm sure he won't mind at all. He didn't seem to mind when I used him as a musher for the sled."
Hector, who had heard what Granny was saying, came forward with a basket full of crops, and a large grin on his face.
"Let's go tell Sylvester the news." Granny said to her pets.
They started to walk back to the house, with all the treatment they subjected to Sylvester over the years of them being mystery solvers not being any further from their minds. However, three footsteps in, and they heard a strange noise coming from behind them. It was the sound of moaning and groaning, as well as footsteps. They turned around to investigate the noise, and to their surprise and horror, a bunch of shadowy figures were approaching them, while making snarling noises. Those figures could not be mistaken for anything else! It was the zombies from the legend Aoogah was explaining!
The three were filled with nothing but panic and terror. They rushed away from the zombies as fast as they could. But as they were running off, they heard a familiar voice shrieking.
"TWEETY! HELP ME! HELP ME!" The voice shrieked.
They turned and noticed that Aoogah had been grabbed by some of the zombies!
"Aoogah!" Tweety yelled.
Tweety could think of nothing else but to save her. But before he could fly over, the zombies started brutally ripping her apart, starting with her wings, then her body, complete with her small organs and entrails flying out, and ending with her head being twisted around until her neck snapped, then ripped from her body like a cork!
"AOOGAH!" Tweety yelled even louder, as tears were streaming from his eyes at the sight of the love of his life was brutally ripped apart then eaten by toon-killing zombies right in front of him.
Hector shook Tweety's shoulder as a way to remind him that the zombies were closing in on them, and the three darted off back to the house, although it didn't stop Tweety's emotions. He could barely see straight from all the tears that were streaming from his eyes, and the sight of Aoogah getting killed by the zombies was sealed into his brain.
Finally, the three managed to make it back to the house, but the zombies were still in pursuit of them. They abandoned the using Sylvester as bait plan, and instead planned on going into the house to use the phone to call for help. Hector tried opening the front door, but it was locked! Granny felt around in her pocket, but her key wasn't in there! She tried her other pocket, but still no key! Then, she realised the terrible truth, that she must've dropped the key while she was running from the zombies, and going back to find it would be a death wish. Suddenly, they remembered that there was a spare key inside, and there was still someone in the house: Sylvester!
The three started pounding on the door and windows frantically to get Sylvester's attention.
"Sylvester, open the door!" Granny pleaded.
"Wet us in, pwease!" Tweety pleaded, who was still emotionally distraught over Aoogah's death.
The tuxedo cat with the red nose walked into the room, and saw the three he solved mysteries with pounding on the doors, begging to be let into the house. As Sylvester wondered why, he happened to glance further out the window, to see zombies approaching the house. He heard the legend of these zombies, so he always stayed away from the orchard. He reached for the key hook and grabbed the spare house key from them, but then his memories started coming back to him.
He started to remember all the hell the three had put him through over the years of them being globe-trotting mystery solvers. All the beatings from Hector, the scolding's from Granny, the mental abuse from Tweety, being repeatedly crushed with the Blarney stone, being abandoned after rescuing Tweety from the buzzards, being forced to act as a musher for a sled, humiliated at a big gathering with a giant bow on his head, forced into preforming dangerous stunts at a circus, being repeatedly dismissed when mice in the pyramid tried to kill him, Granny calling Tweety "the best pet in the world" right in front of him, being continuously blamed for constant bad things, and overall going through hell just to protect them!
Overall, throughout the years of their detective career, the other three never gave even so much as a single shit about him, and that was more than enough to piss him off. They only saw him as a punching bag rather than a pet, a partner, companion, and friend. He started to slowly move the key towards the lock as he noticed Hector giving him a pleading face that looked like he was begging for mercy, and while Granny and Tweety continued to frantically bang on the doors and windows, begging Sylvester to let them in.
However, just as the key was about to touch the lock, and hope started to return to Granny, Tweety, and Hector, Sylvester did something that made their blood run cold. Summoning all his strength, added to the bad memories, he threw the key across the room, and it landed in the next room. He may of saved them before, but he definitely wasn't going to save them this time. No chance in hell.
"SYLVESTER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Granny yelled. "THERE ARE ZOMBIES BEHIND US! OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE!"
"PUDDY, PWEASE HELP US!" Tweety screamed, he was screaming at the top of his lungs. "ZOMBIES TOOK AOOGAH, AND THEY'RE AFTER US!"
Hector was pounding on the window on the door, all while continuing to make the same face, except with bigger eyes, and was using the begging dog voice.
Sylvester, rather than going into the room he threw the key into, took a step back from the door, and began to wave them goodbye, all while making a straight face. The three locked outside the house were confused, but not as much as frightened. Why wasn't Sylvester helping them? Why had he thrown the key away instead of unlocking the door? Then, they started to realise it. They had all subjected Sylvester through countless levels of hell, not even caring for him, even when he actually did help them out. The didn't think about the hell they caused him before, now they could think of nothing else. By the time they had realised how they treated him, they were about to frantically apologise for their actions against them. But by then, it was too late.
Sylvester watched with a straight face as Granny, Hector, and Tweety were grabbed by the zombies, who have now reached the house, and them. He made sure to keep a good enough distance from the window so they wouldn't see him, but he was able to see them.
"PUDDY PWEASE, PUDDY PWEASE HELP!" Tweety cried out, as the zombies bit his stomach open, causing his intestines to fall out, brutally ripped his wings off, then twisted his head until his neck broke before ripping it from his body, just like how they killed Aoogah.
"TWEETY!" Granny yelled out, before her face was completly ripped off her head, causing an eye to fall out, and her hair brutally pulled off the top of her head, exposing the top of her skull, which the zombies cracked open to expose her brain with a mallet, all while other zombies were shredding her stomach open to get to her entrails.
Hector said remarkably little, except for loud yelps of pain as the zombies tore off his arms to eat them like chicken drumsticks, his entrails being eaten like they large bits of spaghetti, and chunks after chunks of his body and flesh ripped from his body, most prominently his stomach.
The zombies continued their banquet all while Sylvester was watching from the window. He may not get to eat Tweety anymore, but the next best thing is happening to the little yellow turd. When the zombies had finally finished eating, Sylvester, exhausted from that show, went to sleep.
The next morning, Sylvester woke up to see that the zombies had all fully gone, and could see the remains of the people who used to be in his life could be seen from the house. He decided to scoop up the remains of the four zombie attack victims into a large sack, so he can carry it wherever he goes. Afterwards, he decided that he couldn't live in that house anymore due to all the memories. So he packed his belongings, took the remaining candy from the bowl, gathered all the cat food, took all the money from Granny's purse (not that she'll be needing it anymore), and sold the house.
As he was walking away, he happened to come across more zombies somehow. He banged to of their heads together, causing them to explode, and threw dynamite on the rest of the zombies, as he didn't want to deal with their bullshit while he was searching for a new home.
Sylvester left England that day without ever looking back. He decided to adopt a new name: Sylvain, as his old name continued to give him the bad memories (apart from the remains of Granny, Hector, Tweety, and Aoogah which he kept in his sack). It is a mystery where he went, but suffice to say he won't be needing to worry about the people that made his life hell anymore. And on the night they were eaten by those zombies, he could tell by their expressions that they suddenly wished they had treated Sylvester, or should I say, Sylvain, better.
But of course, they hadn't.