Snape and Shaggy were sat down a round pink table. Snape was sipping from a cute flowery cup, from Daphne's tea set. Yeah, they stole it. There were muffins and tartes avec des bonbons et des chocolats.
Snape: This tea is… satisfying, muggle.
Shaggy: Thanks! Though, I don't drink tea at all. I thought you'd like it.
Snape: Are you saying that because I'm British you assume I like tea.
Shaggy: B-but you're drinking it-
Snape: Not EVERY British person likes tea!
J'aime le thé.
Snape: What in the name of Dumbledore is going on?
Shaggy: Oh, yeah. That's French.
Ah l 'ananas doux Je me sens comme une poire.
Snape: Why is she speaking French?
Shaggy: She's sick, when she's sick she speaks a different language. I don't really know why, but nothing's ever explained in this fan fiction. Do you know what she's saying?
Snape: She said, "Ah, sweet pineapples I feel like a pear."
Shaggy: Really? But that doesn't make any sense…
Snape: This is ridiculous, I'm leaving. Your Narrator speaks terrible French.
Shaggy: But what about the interview?
Snape: Oh that… I changed my mind.
With a poof of pink smoke, Snape disappeared. Shaggy stood up to notice that Jack was still unconscious. Shaggy slowly backed away. He looked over to look at Scooby, who jumped on the stage to join him. Oh look! I'm speaking Anglais ... Tant pis….
Shaggy: Like, it looks like we're having a day off, 'ey Scoob?
Scooby: Reah! Rank roodness.
Daphne: I'm reclaiming my show!
Gasp! Oh mon dieu, c'est Daphné!
Daphne: Why is Miss Narrator speaking French?
Shaggy: She's sick with the floo.
Et il est horrible. Je voudrais pouvoir consulter un médecin, mais il est trop occupé à jouer sur ses jeux Nintendo stupide.
Daphne: Okay. I didn't get a word of that.
Shaggy: Me neither… Where were we? You wanting to claim back your show?
Daphne: Yes, give me it back.
Shaggy: NO.
Daphne: And why not? You stole it off me.
-Sniff- Actually, I suggested to the director that-
Daphne: YOU!
Moi?
Daphne: Yes! This is all your fault!
I don't understand why your acting this way, Daphne, I thought you hated this show.
Daphne: I did… except I… I missed you.
Er… Hm… That's awkward…
Daphne: What?
That sounds sort of… Lesbian… don't you think?
Daphne: That's it! I'm starting a new show! A show with no stupid Narrator!
Non, non, Daphné!
Daphne: It's too late. I'm never going to be in your fan fiction ever again!
Daphne marched out of the studios. As she swung the doors open, she knocked Scrappy over. She didn't apologize, because- come on- it's Scrappy. Shaggy stared up at the ceiling. At me. But he can't really see me, because I'm actually invisible. I'm a giant floating head that floats around the studio ceiling.
Shaggy: Why did you do that? Like, you've really upset her now!
Whatever, I'll just send her a bunch of flowers and pictures of Fred, then she'll be fine. Oooo sexy Fred- Uh no, Fred's disgusting. Ew. Not sexy at all.
Shaggy: You find Voldemort and Snape attractive- but not Fred?
Yeah. Fred's just- ugh.
Shaggy: You're weird. Really, really weird.
Scooby: All rell, rets reat!
So Scooby and Shaggy headed backstage to eat the food supplied for them. They got fat. So fat that their belly-button's popped out. I really hope this cold of mine goes, I hate it, ugh. Well, guys, I'm off to college. I won't be updating for a while, because I am going to be REALLY busy. Au revoir.