Hello, Miss Narrator here, and I'm in hiding. Can't believe Daphne tried to gang up all of the bad guys to tie me down- she's definitely off my Christmas card list.
Fred: But why am I here? Where are we? It's really dark…
You, my blond friend, are my shield. If Daphne finds us, I can use your FAT head to repel whatever she throws at me.
Fred: I don't want to hurt Daphne- wait. My head isn't-
No need to worry, I've got backup.
Fred: Oh, that's good, where are they?
I don't know… I'll have to Google it.
Fred: Google it? How can you "Google it"? You've got no fingers! YOU'RE JUST A FLOATING HEAD!
No need to make fun of my condition…
TELL me where are we?
In a closet.
Fred: Closet? That's it?
Yeah, in Daphne's house, she'll never suspect we're in her closet. Okay… I've got back up.
Fred: That was quick. Okay, who is it?
Hmmm… it's… mmm… Snoopy.
Fred: SNOOPY? Oh come on! He won't help us! He's lazy and… why Snoopy? Out of all the super heroes that could save us. You picked Snoopy. He's not even a supper hero!
Well, I'm not gonna ask for Charlie Brown, am I? And not just Snoopy. Scooby, Droopy, Courage and Garfield are coming too. We're saved!
Fred: You. Are an idiot.
Suddenly the door opened. And there he was. Snoopy and his gang of dogs. Their glorious shadows cast across our faces looking extravagant in the shining light-
Fred: They're not "glorious" or "extravagant".
Snoopy clicked his paws to send Scooby forward to attack Fred with slobber. Garfield looked around uninterested and stalked off, Droopy sighed, and Courage was trembling because of the dark. Snoopy walked over, sat down on top of a shoe box and fell asleep. Mmm shoes… I wish I've got feet…
Daphne walked stood at the door of her open closet, her mouth hung open.
Daphne: WHY are you in my closet?
Fred: I'm sorry Daphne, I came here against my will.
What? You wanted to come! Grrrr, that's it, I'm getting a better sidekick.
Daphne: Quick, grab her, Freddie!
Freddie: I have to make a trap first. I cant just GRAB her, can I?
Daphne: She's getting away! GET HER!
I shot through her ceiling with a crash, leaving a large hole. Like a hole in the centre of an doughnut…man, my similes suck…
Daphne: (sigh) That's gonna cost me.
I fly through the air, singing 'I'm walking on sunshine' until suddenly I began falling. I crash into a hospital and onto a bed (convenient, isn't it?)
Dr House: Hello… Giant head.
Hello, who are you, wait. I know you, you're on that ADVERT.
Dr House: Advert? Um… I don't think-
Yeah, yeah, that advert.
Dr House: I assure you - I am on no advert… unless it was on a pop up on a website…
The grumpy man leaned over to look at my cuts.
Dr House: Looks serious. We have to operate on you.
No, no, I don't think I need-
Dr House: No need to worry, head. I'm a doctor.
Gregory House pulled on a pair of white gloves. His creepy tired blue eyes remained on me, like my cat does when he sees a bowl full of nibbles. MAN, WHY DOES MY SIMILIES SUCK IN THIS CHAPTER?
Suddenly Dean and Sam kicked the door down. I squealed in delight. Because Supernatural beats house- every time.
Dr House: The door was open.
Sam: Oh. Uh… sorry about that- we're the FBI.
Sam and Dean flashed their fake IDs to Dr House.
Dr House: Those are fake.
Dean: How did you know?
Dr House: The head just said so. Now leave, I want to operate on this… thing.
Dang. Where the hell's Castiel when you need him?
Dean: Cas' is in heaven… curse that burger stealing son of a-
Sam: We need that head. She's dangerous, you have no idea what powers she holds.
Dr House: People do not have 'powers'. She's deformed, and I'm going to make her better. Now go before I call security.
Guys, I'd LOVE to stay and chat… buuut I gotta go.
Dr House: No you're not. You're my patient and you're not leaving until I operate on you.
Suddenly a van crashed through the wall. A voice screamed to me to "Get in the van" so I got in.
Velma: Are you okay?
No.
Velma: That's good. At least you're okay.
I rotate my head around the mystery machine. Seeing no Shaggy.
Velma: He's not here, because… he… argh…
Yeah, I know. He broke up with you. I'm sorry that he chose Scooby over you, I mean, seriously he chose a DOG over you. I understand why, because Scooby has a shorter lifespan… and nicer lips…. And has nicer hair than you… nicer eyes… and has an better figure.
Velma: DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL YOU?