Scooby Doo Meets Garfield the Cat
Where's a good place you can find food, Scooby thought as his tummy growled, it had been hours since his last meal and he was very hungry even after eating those Scooby Snacks. He looked at the clock on the shelf, it was 11 P.M in the evening and the Gang was asleep.
Deciding it was best to go get food himself without waking his buddies, including Shaggy, Scooby made his way out the door quietly and headed downstairs to the kitchen on floor 1 of the Las Vegas hotel. It was pretty quiet at this time of night, a bit too quiet.
"Probably nuthin'." Scooby muttered, "I'm not afraid of ghosts, they're not here."
"Hey," Somebody said, "Could you keep it down?"
Who's there? The great Dane thought, deciding to look around for who spoke. He began to use his nose to sniff about the kitchen, tracking the mystery speaker. An empty tuna can clattered to the floor, prompting Scooby to look behind himself in curiosity.
"Show yourself." The dog demanded, "Like, right now!"
"Find me yourself, idiot dog." The voice replied, "Jeeze, you remind me of my useless canine friend Brody from back home. This is why cats are more favored by humans as dogs are apparently idiotic and totally dumb."
"Dumb!" Scooby barked, "Dogs HAVE intelligence, it's the cats that are primitive and are lazy idiots. I don't know who you are, but when I find you, you're getting torn apart by the jaws of Scooby Dooby Dooooooo!"
"Keep it up with the loudness and we're gonna regret it."
Fed up with being taunted, Scooby looked high and low, here and there, until he finally found the talking cat messing with him, hiding under the table. The cat was an orange tabby, a bit overweight and had a greatly annoyed look on his face.
"Who are you?" Scooby asked.
"I'm Garfield." Garfield replied, "Who are you?"
"I'm Scooby Doo, Scooby Dooby Doo."
"*Yawn* Pleased to meet you, Scooby Doo."
Garfield shook Scooby's paw, much to the great dane's surprise as this cat was suddenly being very polite for a talking cat who was just insulting Scooby and almost all dogkind just a minute earlier prior. Then again, this was Garfield probably apologizing for his insults.
"So, who's your owner and where is he?" Scooby asked.
"My human let me out of the hotel room and told me to go eat since I was clawing at the bed and making too much noise," Garfield replied, "What do you expect, most cats are full of energy and totally restless at night, unlike dogs and humans who tire out completely."
"Well, my humans didn't kick me out of the hotel room." Scooby retorted, "I came out here on my own free will to get something to eat so I can rest without being bothered by a growling, empty stomach. My owner and I just LOVE to eat."
"What's your human's name?"
"Norville Rogers, but me and the others call him Shaggy."
"The others?"
"Fred, Daphne and Velma, we're Mystery Incorporated."
"Oh, I've heard about you in the news, you're famous and heroic."
"Funny thing is, my owner and I are cowardly while the others are fearless."
CLANG!
"YIPE!" Scooby jumped with a shriek as a pot fell to the floor, even Garfield looked terrified. "Wh-wh-what was that?" The orange cat stammered with a tremble.
"Ooooooooh, oooooooooooh!"
The room was filled with ghostly howls and growls that made the two new animal buddies' fur stand on end, scaring them to the bone. A light flickered on and off and Scooby caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure in a cloak, no, two shadowy figures.
The phantoms hovered past before their eyes fell upon the dog and cat, growling menacingly before letting out a howl that shook the hotel. "YIPE!" Scooby and Garfield made a run for it, out of the kitchen and all the way upstairs to the 4th floor.
Checking to see if the spirits had followed them, Scooby sighed with relief before realizing he was still hungry and looked at Garfield. "Do you have any food on you?" he asked.
"Huh," Garfield shrugged, "You want food, huh? I do have this tuna fish I found earlier. Here." He pulled out a dry fish from mid air and gave it to Scooby, who immediately scarfed it down and belched. "Thanks a ton, Garfield."
"Anytime, now why don't we go back to bed and part ways for now?"
"Good idea."
Scooby waved goodbye to Garfield, who headed off down the hall into the darkness, before he headed back to his hotel room. Thankfully, when he got there, the others weren't awake and hadn't worried about Scooby at all.
Feeling relieved and satisfied that he'd eaten a snack, the great dane lay down upon the dog bed laid out next to Shaggy's bed and drifted off to sleep again, not worried about a thing and hoping that he and Garfield would get to hang out again sometime in the future.
It wasn't every day when dogs made friends with cats after all.
THE END