Brunch and Crunch patiently stood by the bat copter awaiting their master's arrival via bat transporter module. They looked off to the northwest seeing a bright flash of light briefly illuminate a tiny area of the dark sky. Using the darkness of the canyon, they were able to identify it was The Master coming in off the bat module ray which always made a brief flash when its transportee was close to the coordinates given to it by the operator.
Brunch looked over at the cage seeing Scrappy had his back turned to them and he smiled evilly thinking about what was going to happen to the poor mongrel once Dracula was finished with airing out whatever grievances the Great Dane had toward him.
"Oh hohoho, soon my dearest Scrappy, you will get your wish, right Crunch?" Brunch said elbowing his frothy friend who looked over at the cage saying in his spittle:
"Blahh, wisssssssshhhhh, sssthheheh" as he coated Brunch in his spit making him repulse when his lens he wore on his right eye was temporarily spotted with blinding spit drops.
"Why must you get me all wet old boy, save it for when The Master gets here" Brunch said wiping his face with his arm only to get more spit flooded on him.
"DA BLASSSTER!? Oh meh meh ma matoogus!" Crunch shouted getting Brunch even more wet and more annoyed.
"Oh nevermind" Brunch repulsed wiping his lens off and sticking it back on his eye moving a bit farther away from Crunch who stood there gazing into the starry night sky.
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Scrappy, with his back resting on the cage bars, tried to think of a way to get him out of there alive and get his book back. Whatever Dracula had planned for him was not going to end well and so with his paws gripping his throbbing temples on each side of his head, he tried his best to think of a way out of this jam by reverting back to his Mystery Inc days:
"Think Scrappy, THINK!" Scrappy said aloud to himself while he closed his eyes trying to center his brain into more clear thought.
The minutes passed and Scrappy hit himself on the forehead a few times with little improvement of an idea flashing across his mind. Eventually he said "Oh fuck it" to himself and figured if he was going to die at the hands of The King Of Vampires, he might as well see how it all played out before he made his move. So he turned back around to grip the bars of the cage with his paws while he said a silent prayer to himself quietly awaiting his fate.
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After a very annoying flash and just before he took a dip into the ocean below him, Dracula quickly changed into bat form scanning the horizon for the canyon where the Hunch Bunch was waiting for him.
He grumbled to himself assuring Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde both would be on the vicious end of his whippings and a snack for his pet swamp monster for this embarrassment of nearly swimming to shore versus landing on it.
"Vhen I get back to the castle, dhose two imbeciles will be sorry dhey played a joke on Dracula!" Dracula thought aloud to himself while he scanned the shoreline looking for the batcopter.
He soon was able to see the purple bat wings tucked away in some heavy brush a half mile away from where he was flying along the shoreline so he caught the current of the breeze and made a beeline for it by gliding with the current and slowly descending inch by inch to make a landing near where it was parked.
A sudden unforeseen change in the wind direction he was not expecting had him on a collision course with the Hunch Bunch as his eyes were suddenly locked with theirs and then a second later, all he could see was the thorny heavy brush he, even with his wings flapping frantically, could not avoid after Brunch and Crunch ducked out of his way.
Bruch and Crunch both saw the bat form of their master gliding towards them in the distance most likely using the breeze current as a landing approach. They felt a sudden change in the direction of the breeze and suddenly locked eyes with their frantically flapping out of control master making a beeline for them. With no time to think, Brunch and Crunch quickly dove out of Dracula's way leaving him to the fate of the thorny thick brush rapidly starting to surround him as he crash-landed into it with a loud bat squeak.
He, after taking a minute to compose himself, transformed back into his vampire form grumbling absentees to himself while he picked the various thorns and various burs out of his suit and his cape making his way out of the brush over to where Brunch and Crunch stood by the batcopter.
"Ah, I see you made it okay, Sire" Brunch commented with a hint of laughter in his tone getting a scowl from Dracula who laid into him:
"Vhy don't you two imbeciles park avay from the blasted brush next time" Dracula hissed picking the last of the burs out of his cape.
"Well Sire, you did tell us to land where nobody could see us" Brunch said in a smart aleck tone jumping when Dracula bared his fangs and chewed him out like a rattlesnake eating a mouse:
"Yeah and how vould you like to have your hump quartered and fed to my tar monster while I chop your neck and store it in my blood cellar, you pathetic little vimp!"
"Uh.. anyway Sire, Scrappy is awaiting your presence. Let me lead you to where we put him" Brunch said clearing his throat while holding it with his hand.
He motioned for Crunch to lead The Master to where they had set the cage at the base of the canyon a hundred or so feet away from the bat copter.
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Scrappy could smell the undead scent of Dracula and the memories of him kicking him in the head caused rage to boil up inside of him to where he almost bent the bars and shook the cage violently as Dracula walked up to it looking inside at the pathetic sight before him while he spoke down to the enraged Great Dane:
"Your growling and acting like a spoiled little mutt does not impress me, mangy hound Scrah-py" Dracula scoffed almost laughing at Scrappy as he violently shook the cage, trying to rip the bars off.
"You and your goons set me up, if you don't give me my money and my book, you're going to feel the consequences of doublecrossing me" Scrappy yelled in his deepened Brooklyn accent bearing his teeth at the laughing Count and Hunch Bunch.
"Your sniveling little threats don't impress me, pup, in fact, is dhis vhat you vant?" Dracula teased taking the Grimnice book out of his cape and torturing Scrappy with it by jingling it across the bars enraging him to a point where he let his temper get the better of him:
"Come on, just open the cage, just open it so I can show you my inner werewolf, you pasty faced long nailed undead creep!" Scrappy shouted in almost a bark while he shook the cage still trying to rip the bars off with very little success at even making them bend.
The Count's taunts and torturing Scrappy had let the dumb fool fall right into his trap as he looked over at the Hunch Bunch who were both nodding at each other in unison before Brunch looked at him and said:
"Perhaps we should tell Scrappy here about the little plan we have for him.. Right Crunch?" Brunch said elbowing Crunch in the side.
"Blah, DA PPPPPLLANNN" SSSTHHEHEH" Crunch spat getting his spit all over Dracula's face making him yell at him over Scrappy's growling:
"Da next time you do dat. I'm having your tongue cut out and sundried into jerky for my vultures!" Dracula yelled at Crunch who ran behind Brunch cowering behind his hump while Dracula dried his face with part of his cape.
"I must remind you Sire, my old friend here is a bit wet, but he's not stupid to what we need to be focusing on" Crunch reasoned with Dracula by pointing at the growling Great Dane in the cage.
"Just keep him out of my vay vhile I tend to dis mangy excuse for a Doo" Dracula instructed Brunch who whispered for Crunch to get on his left side so he was out of eye range of Dracula.
Crunch did as Brunch said and once Dracula was satisfied the slobbering Neanderthal was out of his range, he lightly tapped the cage bars on the otherside of the cage startling Scrappy out of his rage:
"Dracula has an ultimatum for you, Scrah-py" Dracula said in a tone which leached its way into the small brain of the Great Dane enough to where he stopped baring his teeth:
"Yeah fang face? What's your ultimatum? Is it going to be another one of your hypnotic tricks?" Scrappy demanded still growling a bit as Dracula squatted down to look face to face with him.
"No Scrah-py, you see, I got a job for you and it involves you getting rid of Shah-gy's meddlesome friends for me" Dracula said in a salesman pitch making Scrappy's ears perk at the chance to ruin the lives of the people who put him in this position of crime.
"I'm listening Count" Scrappy said after taking his paws off the bars of the cage to cross them over his chest.
"Good" Dracula said satisfied he had gotten the mangy hound's attention enough to tell him his plan:
"I vant you to cause mayhem all over this area as a verevolf and I vant you to dispose of Shah-gy's meddlesome friends while I go capture Shah-gy and bring him back to my castle.
Scrappy couldn't believe his ears at what he was hearing. Did he really expect this moron to want him to do a job where he was put into the same position he put Shaggy into? At that thought, he bared his fangs snarling while he laid into The Count:
"Oh hell no two pints lost at the blood bank on Valentines Day, there's no way I'm pulling the exact same job I pulled for you on Shaggy. I'll go to hell and face the devil himself before I even think about giving my life over to your retched long fingers"
Dracula was amused at Scrappy refusing the chance to get revenge on Mystery Inc and he found it entertaining that someone could be so hard headed in their stupidity to not accept his offer so he decided to spice up the pot a bit with something more to the mangy hound's liking:
"Vhat if you got to knock up Shah-gy's tootsie wootsy and start an army of your own verevolfs just like you? You could be in charge of all of dhem and tell all of dhem to make baby vervolfs to do my and your bidding!"
The mere mention of…her made Scrappy repulse in anger as he laid into the count airing some things about Googie off his chest:
"I wouldn't come within ten miles of that bitch after she used my Uncle and Shaggy to double cross me by having Mystery Inc throw me out of a good racket which would have guaranteed me the fame and the fortune I deserved after being the little annoying nephew everyone loved to hate" Scrappy fumed.
"Mystery Inc had wanted to get rid of me for years and they couldn't do it because I was still a young pup under my Uncle's care. So when I started to sleep around with other bitches and bring them to Mystery Inc's headquarters for parties and orgies, that little bitch Googie ratted me out and forced me into this life of crime" Scrappy growled gripping the bars.
"If anything, that Googie bitch deserves a good beating and savage rape for ruining my life and also forcing me to whack that Scooby Dee bitch wife of my Uncle who was also in on it and decided to throw me out of her big house too!" Scrappy hissed as his one eye twitched from the amount of rage he had inside of him.
Dracula took a minute to think about what Scrappy had told him. The idea this mangy hound wanted to carry out nefarious things against Googie intrigued The Count. Maybe Scrappy was more useful then he had imagined him to be. An evil idea crossed his mind making his fangs grow at the thought of it, so he pitched the idea to Scrappy:
How avout I turn you into a verevolf and you take Googie hostage and do vhat you vant to her vhile you create havoc around dis area and get rid of dat meddlesome Mystery Inc vhile I capture Shah-gy and bring him to my castle dungeon.
It was at this moment where Scrappy had an epiphany about the Count and his obsession with turning him into a werewolf:
"Listen Count, at this point, I think you are about the most fucked up psycho I've ever come across. All you want to do is change me into a hopeless beast who kills people so you can get your fangs off on it" Scrappy said in a truthful tone pointing his claw at the amused Count.
"The deal is off. Go find another psycho werewolf transformee just like yourself to do your dirty work, oops, that's right, I created the new killing machine for you, so you not only owe me my money, but you owe me royalties, pal" Scrappy said in a curt smart aleck tone spitting at the count making one of his pant legs wet with his logy.
The Count was angered by this reaction and his eyes turned red with rage after he had given this simpleton ample opportunities to live as a free hound. Yet, even in Dracula's what he called fairness, this spotted twit of a Doo was not playing his game and this really tore it as he yanked the book out of his cape and put his nose face to face with Scrappy's nose inside the cage:
"That tears it, no more Mr. Nice Guy. You vill do vhat I vant you to do, you have no choice" Dracula hissed finding the page with the harvest werewolf moon spell on it.
Scrappy sat there in the cage laughing to himself at the thought of this fanged idiot trying to read a spell out of his own book:
"I'm a warlock you idiot, I know every single spell in your book and know you can't cast anything worth a shit without someone like me or just the right timing of the planets aligning with the moons to cast it on the next victim in the line of werewolves you so desperately want to turn me into" Scrappy said in a defiant tone chuckling to himself at the mockery he was dishing to The Count.
"What makes you think I'm even going let you hypnotize me into casting the exact same spell on myself I casted on Shaggy?" Scrappy laughed crossing his arms across his chest in the ultimate show of defiance.
Dracula's blood was at a boil and he could feel his inner beast start to rear its ugly head the more he was taunted by this poor brainless sapien of a mutt. A very low sounding frightening growl escaped his fanged jaws making even the Hunch Bunch start to worry about how far Scrappy was willing to push The Count's patience:
"Crunch, Maybe we should try to reason with Scrappy before The Master loses his temper" Brunch said feeling his legs shake at the prospect of an enraged Dracula going against a pup who had zero idea what he was in for when Dracula let his inner beast take over his being.
Crunch was behind Brunch's hump gripping his back in total terrified fashion while he said in his clearest language:
"Dooowhowhwohwhooo" making Brunch swallow hard at possibly having to calm down an enraged Dracula to save the life of a hapless mutt who in all honesty deserved the full brunt of his Master's wrath.
So Brunch readied himself by getting into a runners stance by kneeling to the ground with Crunch still attached to his back waiting to see how things would play out between The Master and Scrappy.
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"So… you think you can be a smart aleck with Dracula you vashed up little excuse for a Doo!" Dracula snarled bearing his enlarged fangs at Scrappy who sat there in the cage continuing to mock the enraged Count by making faces at him and continuing to dish out his mockery:
"Haha, dream on you green faced blood bank stealing creep, what makes you think I'm falling for your hypnotic crap again?" Scrappy scoffed as he got on his knees ready to cast a spell with his paws as he saw The Count's eyes turn blood red.
"Oh but you vill do as I say or I vill kill you and not think twice about leaving your rotting flesh for the vultures to consume after I drink all your blood dry out of you and rip your little head off and put it on a pole in my dungeon as a souvenir" Dracula snarled ready to dish out the full extent of his hypnotic power on the unsuspecting Doo in front of him.