Norville's Birthday Bash
One night in the thick of a wood there parked Fred Jones' Spooky Stuff Hunter rocking back and forth. Inside Velma and Daphne were fucking like crazy...
No no don't walk away this isn't another shitty copy-n-paste story this time I promise.
Fred was cry wanking on the driver's seat because he couldn't knock boots with the red haired Asian skank with his over sharpened pencil dick that he could only jerk off by pinching it with his index finger and thumb. Norville was in the corner reading classic literature sober because his character traits consist of being African-American but anti-drug. "Hey birthday boy!" Daphne said. "Why don't you stop being a virgin and have a coked up threesome with us?"
"I'll pass thank you." Norville replies.
"Come on try getting down with that thug life for once, how do you won't like if you don't try?" Asked Velma breaking from munching Daphne's carpet.
"So just because I'm black that means I should try to be down with the thug life. For your information my dick isn't even that big, it's only like twelve inches long."
Upon hearing Norville state the size of his dick, Fred suddenly felt significantly less than adequate. He reaches for the glovebox and pulls out a gun. He presses the gun upside his head then bang! Brains splatter all over the ceiling and upholstery.
"Welcome to the 22.2%, Fred." Said Velma snarkily.
"What the hell's wrong with you, Velma? He just died!" Asked Norville.
"So a rich white guy with a shrimp dick killed himself, who cares?"
"I think you should show at least some sympathy, he was still our friend."
"You know Norville, ever since we took your dog around back and shot him you become such a loser. I mean you can't even take a joke."
"Now you're bringing my dog into this too? I've got nothing more to say to you!"
Norville exits the van in a rage and vanishes into the bushes.
"You know what, fuck men! We don't need them do we Daphne?" Velma asks her same sex partner.
"Actually, you acting like a total bitch to Norville was a bit of a turn-off." Daphne replies honestly.
"What you too?"
Suddenly a terrifying scream was heard, the bushes Norville disappeared in rustled violently. Velma and Daphne watched in horror as body parts flew out of the foliage then Norville's bloodied decapitated head hurled into the side window. The two last occupants in the van screamed out their lungs but nothing prepared them for what was to come. From whence the head came out popped...
"Fred?" Daphne uttered. "But he's dead..." She pointed to Fred's corpse slumped on his seat with a massive exit wound on his melon.
The man outside did appear to be the recently departed Fred but he looked messed up, his body was mangled and decorated by all manner of shrapnel lodged inside. His mouth gushed with saliva along with the blood of his recent victim and it doesn't appear to ever close. What's more is unlike the other Fred, his penis was gargantuan however seemingly mutilated it looked like it got ribs and the penis envy of all of Africa. The Fred look alike saw the van and began shambling towards it. "After over ten years I live again!" Boomed the dead ringer.
Velma pushed the corpse of Fred out the van and started it's engine but it was too late. The ghoul lifted up the van from the rear so it went nowhere. It proceeded to flip the van on it's back. Daphne and Velma sustain heavy injuries from the impact. Velma searches the ceiling now floor for her glasses (enter canned laughter here) while an unconscience Daphne was dragged from the wreck. When Velma finds her glasses the first thing she sees is the Fred apparition brutally raping Daphne with the goliath ramrod stretching her out from the inside, while she had the opportunity Velma ran from the van.
Eventually when the monster came, Daphne's body inflated full of the beast's ejaculate and ballooned up until her belly burst. As soon as the creature was done with Daphne, it tossed her behind it's back and immediately gave chase to the lone escapee.
Velma finds a car crusher and makes her way to the crane. The creature arrives at the vicinity of the crusher and is lifted up by the magnet attracting the metal lodging of his body.
"This is for Daphne and the only man I actually like." Velma screeched as she worked the crane's controls guiding the crane towards the crusher's mouth. Unexpectedly a tiny brown figure appeared on the crane's arm.
"Hey Fred, long time no see!" Yelled the figure. "It's me Scrappy Doo! Sorry about the whole soul steal stealing stuff but now I'm rehabilitated and I'm here to get you down! P-p-p, pup-p-p! Puppy power!"
Scrappy unwisely chews on the cranes' wires and gets himself electrocuted. The crane loses power and drops Fred on the ground unharmed then he makes his way to the crane. Velma climbs out of the crane's control room and onto the crane's arm. Fred picks up the crane tilting the arm over the crusher causing Velma to lose her grip and fall inside. A few minutes later, Velma is reduced a fleshy cube of which the creature wasted no time using as a sex toy.
Meanwhile at the author's desk, Richie Wraggs performs a chef's kiss...
"Well I think that just about wraps that up, I'm kind of glad the new show Velma exists just so I can have an excuse to finally put zombie Fred from Shaggy's Birthday Bash to use." He says, proud of a work he hacked together in a day.
Then Stuart Little, Mayor Milford Meanswell, Homer Simpson and Fanboy appear in the room, seemingly spawning from thin air.
"Hey we all waited long enough, too. Where's our continuations?" Stuart asks on the behalf of his friends.
"In due time, in due time..." Said Richie with a tone of uncertainty in his voice.