Chapter 14

"Stalling for Time"

Like, for a moment that I was about to be cut up like a piece of meat. I didn't want to die, I was too young. There were so many plates of food that I want to eat, so many adventures with Scooby, I just couldn't think of it!

"Uh, wait! Wait!" I cried, just as the tip of Jocco's knife was about to touch the top of my chest. "Don't I deserve a last meal?"

This made him stop, much to my overall relief. I then looked at the dude Trevor and the other guy whose name I can't make out, but hopefully before this part of my story came to an end.

"Last meal? How can you think of food at a time like this?" Jocco wondered, scratching the back of his neck. "Unless if you are planning to delay…"

"Just for a few minutes!" I laughed nervously. "Please, if you are going to kill me, at least let me do it with an empty stomach!"

Sighing, Jocco backed away and placed the knife back on the table. Little did he know that I was making a plan to escape with Scooby and those two other guys.

"Very well, if you want to have a last meal," Jocco replied in a grunting voice. "Then I shall accommodate your request. You watch over him!"

Directing the winged angels, I was placed back against the wall as Jocco left to find food for my "last meal."

I watched as he started to climb up what appeared to be a ladder and like, I started to realize that he had us down here below something, could it be below the Jocco's Mardi Gras madness.

"Thought he never leave," Trevor sighed, spitting.

"You guys been here long?" I asked as Scooby started to wake up further.

"Too long for a business trip," replied the man next to Trevor. "I didn't want to come out to New Orleans for some lumber, but it's part of the job."

"You'll have to excuse him, pal, he's a family man."

I then noticed one of the winged midgets having a key in his holster and there was only going to be one way to get that key. I would need to send him to dreamland, if it exists.

"He's Michael De Santa, ex-bank robber and occasional on and off again rival to me," Trevor explained.

"Bank robber?" I wondered, knowing that Scooby and I were in the company of a bank robber of all people. "Like, I'd give you some money, but my wallet is in my pants!"

"I don't want your money, I just want us to get out of here," Michael said, his eyes locked onto the winged midget with the keys as he flew on the desk and watched all of us. "Can you do something to distract him?"

I then noticed the winged midget looking over us and like, how was I going to get keys off of a creature like that? Suddenly, like I got an idea and I turned over to Scooby.

"Scoob, Scooby Doo, can you hear me, man?" I whispered and Scooby nodded that he could still hear me. "Good, I need you to distract him and I can reach for his keys."

Smiling, Scooby agreed to the plan and began to sing "Old Macdonald had a farm" loudly and badly. As expected, the winged midget took notice and flew over to Scooby's cage to get him to stop singing. Judging my movements, I took my left leg and whacked the back of the midget in the head as hard as I could.

"Scoob, get the keys!" I cried and Scooby grabbed the keys, placing them into his cage and freeing himself from his prison. With Scooby freed, he proceeded to free me from my bonds and then, I was able to free Trevor and Michael. Unfortunately, the commotion caused several other winged midgets to fly down into the bunker.

"Okay, you wanna get rough? Let's get rough!" Trevor cried as he took the knife and began swatting it at the winged midgets, stabbing several of them in various areas of their bodies.

"Like, come on, Scoob!" I cried and Scooby followed me up the ladder as more and more winged midgets tried to stop us from escaping. Putting on a brave face, Scooby sunk his teeth into the winged midgets, biting and clawing past them in a way I had never Scooby act in before.

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Finally, we reached the top and found ourselves back in the empty Jocco's Mardi Gras Madness ride. Like, it was cold given the fact that we all have had nothing but our underpants on. Sure enough, no sooner did we get out did Jocco stand in the doorway, clearly not having any food on him.

"Well, well, well," he laughed. "Trying to get out of a contract, aren't you? Well, I don't think neither me nor my master would like that now, would he?"

"I told you clown," Trevor cried defiantly. "I only work for one person…me! We took out guys like Devin Weston and we'll take you out too!"

"I doubt that, Mr. Phillips," Jocco cried, reaching down and picking up a crowbar. "I have ways of making people follow my rules and sometimes, they aren't so fun!"

I then began to notice something else that was on Jocco: like, he had something in his costume, something that reflected on me for some reason.

"Um, before you take on us," I suggested. "Can you take a picture of us with your camera?"

Another idea began to encompass my brain and the only way we could get him knocked out is if me, Trevor and Michael pinned him to the ground.

"Why should I?" Jocco asked.

"One last guys photo."

Jocco then began to get like a creeped, yet confused look on his face almost as if he could see what we were trying to do.

"Okay then, but then I enslave you as one of my own," Jocco said and just as soon as he took his attention off of me, we made our move, taking him down and pinning him to the ground.

But for how long? Like, how should I know?

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