As the night enveloped the farm, casting an ethereal glow over its sprawling acres, the Bagge family gathered in their cozy living room. The flickering light of the television screen illuminated their faces as they immersed themselves in a poignant romantic tale.
"Isn't love... lovely?" Muriel asked.
Shaggy and Scooby, reminiscing about cherished memories, found their minds wandering to their past crushes:
"Yeah... like, watching this soap opera almost reminds me of one of our old friends, Crystal..." Shaggy mused, a nostalgic smile gracing his face.
"Rand Ramber..." Scooby chimed in, his voice carrying a hint of longing for his own sweetheart.
"IS IT OVER YET?!" Eustace bitterly asked, as he lowered his paper to reveal that he had comically giant ear plugs in his ear to not hear the movie the family were watching.
Despite Courage's fatigue, couldn't help but sigh, "It's just a shame that the farmer over there doesn't understand true love, even when it's right in front of him," he remarked with a hint of disappointment.
Soon though, the words 'The End' appeared which allowed made Eustace take out the ear plugs. "Finally!"
A wave of nausea washed over Shaggy and Scooby, squeezing their stomachs into tight knots. Groans of pain escaped their lips as they clung to their bellies.
"Oh, man! Like, maybe we shouldn't have eaten so much sloppy joes before bed, huh, Scoob?" Shaggy groaned, his face contorted in discomfort.
Scooby whimpered, 'Reah! RI got to use the bathroom!" He shot up the stairs like a furry rocket, his usually playful gait replaced with an urgent urgency.
Shaggy, feeling his own stomach revolt, stumbled after him, calling out, "Hey, wait up!"
Courage, overcome by drowsiness after the day's excitement, succumbed to the pull of slumber. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon, he was lost in a world of peaceful dreams.
Suddenly there was a cannon on the TV that went off, and a round man appeared on the TV. "Got your attention! Here it is, a wonderful product. Oh, yes. Order before midnight tonight."
Muriel and Eustace started at the screen, then the cannon went off again, and somehow it was hypnotizing Muriel and Eustace.
"Are you listening? Listen to me, listen to me..." the man, said in a hypnotic tone.
As the clock ticked past midnight, three long hours had elapsed since Shaggy and Scooby had retreated to the bathroom. Now, they emerged with a collective sigh of relief.
"Phew, what a relief!" Shaggy exclaimed, "Like, remind us to eat something else other than sloppy joes."
"Ragreed," Scooby mumbled, nodding fervently in agreement.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Courage slumbered peacefully on Muriel's chair, oblivious to the passage of time. Muriel and Eustace, their presence now absent, had apparently retired to bed. However, in their haste, they had forgotten to turn off the television, which now displayed only a flickering screen of static. Suddenly, a sharp snort broke the silence as Courage stirred from his slumber.
"Huh?! What?!" Courage suddenly jolted awake, eyes wide with surprise, "Wow, I must've dozed off longer than I thought," he muttered, before directing his gaze towards Shaggy and Scooby. "And speaking of longer, you two sure have been taking your time up there."
Shaggy shrugged defensively,"We couldn't help it, little pink dude. Once that sloppy joe hits your digestive system, you gotta know when it's time to go number 2."
Courage sighed, "Shaggy, Scooby, I know you two love to eat, but sometimes I wish you guys could be a lot more careful of what you eat," he said, his voice laced with concern, "Otherwise you're gonna start gaining like a hundred pounds more times than I care to count on one paw."
Scooby, his tail wagging furiously, huffed in defense, "Rey, Raggy and I are capable of having self-control, we can stop eating anytime we want."
Shaggy nodded in agreement.
Courage chuckled, shaking his head at their blatant denial, "I'll believe it when I see it..." he started, his words cut short by a series of loud crashes and clatters emanating from the kitchen. He cocked his head, a look of bewilderment crossing his face, "Huh?"
"Rikes! Rhat was that?!" Scooby asked, his voice trembling with fear as he clutched Shaggy's arm.
Shaggy squeaked, "Zoinks! Like, it's coming from the kitchen!" he pointed a shaky finger towards the source of the noise, his eyes wide with terror.
Courage tried to calm his friends, "Oh, it's just Muriel having a midnight snack," he assured them, his voice strong and unwavering.
"Ruh, and I thought we were the only ones who usually do that at night," Scooby muttered, his tail tucked between his legs.
The trio cautiously approached the kitchen, pushing open the door. Chairs lay overturned, scattered across the floor, but aside from that, everything seemed normal.
Muriel, their kind, albeit slightly eccentric, aunt, stood by the fridge, raiding it for a midnight snack. But as she turned towards them, a wave of apprehension washed over Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage. Her normally gentle face was twisted into a crazed expression, her eyes wide and wild.
"Whatcha' doing up this late, Aunt Muriel? And what's that on your face?" Shaggy stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
"Oh, nothing, dear, just having a wee bit of flan is all. Which reminds me, any of you boys got some flan?" Muriel asked, leaning in close to to the trio. Her mouth was covered in flan while her hair seemed to have come undone and messy as if she got electrocuted.
Her voice, normally warm and comforting, was now edged with a chillingly strange inflection. The trio exchanged nervous glances, their fear growing with every passing moment. Something was definitely amiss, and their normally sweet aunt seemed...off.
Courage, ever the confused one, replied with a bewildered, "Uh…not that we know of, why?"
Hearing some rummaging coming from the other end of the room, Shaggy, Scooby and Courage looked passed Muriel and saw that the kitchen was actually a mess with pans and plates all over the floor. One of the chairs that the three could fully see now was actually broken.
"I smell flan, I know it! There's some more flan around here somewhere!" Eustace declared.
Looking at him, the cowardly trio saw that he was on all fours and sniffing around the place. He then started walking closer to Courage before grabbing him by the neck.
"Where's your flan?!" Eustace demanded.
Courage's heart pounding in his chest, he could only stammer, "I have no idea what you're talking about! What flan?"
"Stupid dog!" Eustace shouted, tossing Courage away like a discarded ragdoll.
Shaggy and Scooby, in a chorus of panicked cries, shouted, "Courage!/Rourage!" their faces etched with concern.
Courage landed with a thud near a mouse hole, his nose unfortunately getting stuck to the narrow entrance. He pulled free, leaving a rather unfortunate mouse hole-shaped indentation on his nose, and shook himself off, his heart still hammering against his ribs. The air was thick with the scent of flan, and the chaotic scene unfolding before them was a clear indication that something was terribly wrong.
Shaggy, had been observing the whole ordeal with a mix of confusion and morbid fascination. The sight of Courage's distorted nose had elicited a gasp from him, followed by a frantic questioning of the situation, "Aunt Muriel, Uncle Eustace, like, what the heck is going on with you two?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern, as he witnessed the bizarre behavior of the elderly couple.
"You three got flan?! Don't be holding out on me!" Muriel suddenly shouted, as she grabbed Shaggy, Scooby and Courage rather roughly.
Scooby attempted to calm the situation, "Ro, we're just concerned about you guys!" he replied, his voice gentle and sincere.
"Uh-huh! Plus, my mouth hurts!" Courage protested, his face twisted in pain from the deformed nose.
"The boys are dry. Time for a flan run!" Muriel told Eustace, as she dropped Courage and let go of Shaggy's shirt collar and Scooby's collar.
"I'll get the truck!" Eustace said, as they both left the kitchen.
As the couple disappeared into the night, Courage let out a piercing scream, his fear multiplying as he witnessed the strange events unfolding before him. Shaggy and Scooby exchanged worried glances, the unsettling scene leaving them baffled.
"Man, Aunt Muriel and Uncle Eustace sure are acting kinda strange, even for them," Shaggy muttered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Rhere do you think they're heading off to anyway?" Scooby asked, his voice echoing Shaggy's apprehension.
"I don't know, but we better go with them, just in case. Something sinister is happening somewhere around Nowhere or my name isn't Gordon Ramsey... and it's not," Courage declared, his voice filled with a newfound determination, a flicker of courage shining through his fear.
As soon as Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage piled into the back of the truck, Eustace and Muriel, their expressions a mixture of manic glee and flan-induced longing, set off for town. The familiar twenty-minute drive stretched before them, a testament to the couple's unwavering adherence to the speed limit, even in their flan-fueled frenzy.
Courage, peering out the window, caught sight of a billboard they were passing, the smiling face on it sending a chill down his spine. "Who is that?" he squeaked, his eyes fixed on the unsettling image.
Shaggy leaned forward, his voice laced with concern, "Uh, Aunt Muriel, Uncle Eustace, not that Scoob and I have a problem with you two wanting a midnight snack or anything, but, like, should we even be driving this late?" Shaggy asked, with concern.
"Flan!" Muriel said happily, almost like she dreamed of flan constantly.
"Flan!" Eustace also said, but almost in like a trance like state.
"Step on it!" Muriel demanded and soon the truck's speed doubled.
Suddenly, the truck doubled its speed, a testament to their sudden craving for the creamy treat.
"Re'll take that as a yes," Scooby mumbled, his voice heavy with the weight of his weariness, as the truck sped towards their flan-filled destination.
As the truck screeched to an abrupt halt, the passengers were nearly sent flying.
"Gotta get flan!" Eustace said, as he exited the truck.
"Plenty of flan!" Muriel added, as she also got out of the truck and entered the market which just so happened to be 'Dil's general store.'
Courage, trailing behind with his friends Shaggy and Scooby, couldn't help but express his concern, "Okay, now I'm starting to get a little worried here," he whined.
Shaggy reassured him, "Aw, lighten up, little pink dude! So what if Aunt Muriel and Uncle Eustace are acting a bit strange? They're just hungry for some flan is all!"
However, Scooby's keen eyes detected something amiss, "Rhoa... looks like they're not the only ones, come check this out!" he exclaimed.
As Shaggy and Courage followed his gaze, they witnessed a startling sight. The entire town of Nowhere had succumbed to a flan frenzy, with people jostling and scrambling in a chaotic rush to acquire the coveted dessert.
"Holy cow! Everybody in Nowhere has gone flan crazy!" Courage exclaimed in disbelief.
Even a blimp hovered overhead, its digital display showcasing the enigmatic man from the earlier billboard.
"Hey, it's that same man I saw from the billboard we passed earlier!" Courage exclaimed.
"What is he? Is he, like, the mascot or something?" Shaggy wondered aloud.
But Scooby had spotted something even more concerning, "Revermind that! Rook, they're heading inside the store!" he shouted, pointing towards Dil's General Store.
The trio rushed inside, only to be met with an even more bewildering scene. The entire store was a pandemonium of flan enthusiasts, eagerly devouring their purchases.
Amidst the deafening cacophony of "FLAN! FLAN! FLAN!" Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage found themselves surrounded by a chaotic frenzy. The market had transformed into a battleground, with shoppers abandoning all semblance of order in their desperate quest for the elusive dessert. Greed and selfishness filled the air as people trampled each other in their mad scramble, oblivious to their surroundings. A particularly brazen woman shamelessly attempted to snatch a precious piece of flan from an unsuspecting baby, who could only utter a plaintive cry for 'flan.'
Courage, utterly aghast at the depravity unfolding before his eyes, exclaimed, "This is madness! I don't know even know who are the real animals around here: me and Scooby or these flan-obsessed shoppers!"
The three best friends then saw Muriel and Eustace had just eaten an entire aisle's worth of flan.
"GAH! Flan!" Eustace demanded even though he just ate a lot.
Scooby, ever the concerned friend, tried to reason with them, "Ruriel, Rustace, you two gotta snap outta this! Rou guys are eating yourselves sick!" He cried, but his words fell on deaf ears.
Courage tried to help Muriel up, but she quickly pulled her arm back, her eyes glazed over with flan-induced euphoria.
"Flan!" Muriel said dreamily.
Shaggy's own stomach feeling a little queasy, shook his head in defeat, ""Like, it's no use, dudes, they're enjoying way too much flan to even pay attention to us!" Shaggy spotted a figure in the distance. "Look, there's Dr. Vindaloo, maybe he can help us!" he said, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.
The trio, their hopes now resting on the eccentric doctor, hurried towards him, leaving Muriel and Eustace to their flan-filled bliss.
Approaching the eccentric doctor, Courage, his body expanding like a balloon, explained, "Dr. Vindaloo, something weird is happening here in Nowhere, everyone is going crazy over these flans and they all won't stop eating!"
"You got the line on some flan, boys?! Any flan at all?!" Dr. Vindaloo demanded.
Disappointment washed over Courage and Shaggy.
"Uh-uh!" Courage shook his head.
"Nope, sorry!" Shaggy echoed.
"Re don't have any flan!" Scooby chimed in.
As if summoned by an unseen force, a mob of flan-crazed individuals surged towards Courage, their eyes glazed over with a primal desire for the sweet treat. Courage erupted in a fit of maniacal laughter as he peeled himself off the floor, his body still slightly inflated.
Shaggy lifted Courage off the ground, shouting, "Little pink dude, get up! Aunt Muriel and Uncle Eustace are jacking a flan track outside!"
Courage's laughter replaced by shock, responded with a bewildered,"Wait, what?!"
The trio burst out of the shop, their eyes widening at the scene before them. A mob of people, their faces contorted with a hunger that bordered on frenzy, surrounded a massive flan delivery truck. Inside, Muriel and Eustace, the picture of calm contentment, sat amidst mountains of creamy, caramel-topped flan, their spoons dipping in and out of the sweet custard with delighted abandon.
As if on cue, the van lurched forward, the tires crunching on gravel as Muriel and Eustace, laughing hysterically, sped off towards their house. The mob, initially furious, soon gave up the chase, their attention diverted by the promise of a hot dog stand that popped up out of nowhere. Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage, however, were determined to catch up. With impressive speed, considering their general lack of athleticism, they managed to sprint alongside the truck, clinging precariously to its back.
"I may be a food lover myself," Shaggy commented, breathlessly, "Even I wouldn't go as far as to steal a truckload full of them!"
Scooby with a look of desperation, nodded in agreement, "Ropefully by tomorrow," he said, his voice barely a whimper, "Whole flan madness will finally end for good," Scooby said, in desperation.
Unfortunately, as if Scooby had jinxed it, the next morning the entire house was covered in flan and flan cans, littered everywhere. Every surface, every nook and cranny, was filled with the sweet, gelatinous dessert.
"Ugh! Flan!" Muriel whined.
Both Muriel and Eustace had gotten extremely big from all the flan they ate, their bodies transformed into rotund, flan-filled avatars. Apparently, their desire for the sweet treat was far from satiated.
"Found some under my nails!" Eustace said.
Muriel tried to lick the little bit that was under Eustace's nails.
"Huh?! They're MY nails!" Eustace yelled, as he pulled his hand away from his chubby wife.
"Flan!" Muriel whined again.
"Rand I was wrong," Scooby said, his voice barely audible under the weight of a stack of flan cases
Shaggy, struggling beneath the weight of multiple flan cases, finally reached his breaking point. His voice filled with frustration, he turned to his obese relatives, "Okay, that does it! Aunt Muriel, Uncle Eustace, like, I can't believe I'm saying this, but don't you two think you've had enough flan for one day?!"
Scooby who shared Shaggy's frustration, agreed, adding, "RI agree, this is just unhealthy! RI mean, I get that Raggy and I constantly snack on everything we can find, but not when it's usually the same thing!" whined, his voice echoing Shaggy's sentiment. They both had reached their limit, their stomachs churning at the sheer amount of flan their aunt and uncle had consumed. And that was saying something, considering their own legendary appetites.
Courage, having finally shaken off the cases and flan from his body.
"Flan!" Muriel whined, not paying any attention to Shaggy and Scooby.
"Flan!" Eustace demanded, ignoring what Shaggy and Scooby had just said.
Shaggy and Scooby couldn't help but groan in frustration, their exasperation reaching new heights. Shaggy rolled his eyes in disbelief, while Scooby face-palmed in defeat.
"Oh, man! This is hopeless!" Shaggy lamented, throwing his hands up in the air.
Scooby, completely bewildered, kicked one of the cases away with his paw and tail, "RI just don't get it, what's so great about these flans anyway?!" his words hung in the air, unanswered, as Muriel and Eustace continued their relentless pursuit of the creamy, sugary dessert.
Courage picked up another case from the floor, his brow furrowed, "I'm not sure, but whatever it is, I have a feeling that this creepy-looking man has something to do with this," he muttered, his voice laced with suspicion, "Huh? One Flan Drive, hmm..." He studied the label, a flicker of unease crossing his face.
"Rhat must be some kind of food company where they make these delicious flans people are getting crazy about," Scooby guessed, cautiously approaching the flan-obsessed couple.
"Then, like, I say we head on over there and give the CEO a piece of our minds! His flans did this to everyone, so now it's up to us to put a stop to this once and for all! Who here's with me?" Shaggy declared, his voice a mixture of bravado and apprehension.
"RI am!" Scooby shouted, his fear momentarily forgotten as a sense of purpose surged through him.
"Me too!" Courage shouted, his small frame radiating determination.
With an unexpected surge of determination. The trio, emboldened by their collective courage, let out a cheer, their spirits soaring with the newfound sense of purpose.
They rushed out of the house, a blur of nervous energy.
"Let's use the flan truck parked outside the farmhouse!" Courage suggested, his voice brimming with an unlikely confidence.
Courage's face plastered with an unhinged grin, simply chuckled, "My bad."
Shaggy sighed, "We need to work on your parking skills, little pink dude. Step on it!" Shaggy told Courage.
Courage, regaining his composure, shifted gears and with a final roar, the truck sped off towards the flan headquarters, carrying with it the hopes of a world free from the tyranny of questionable dessert.
After a grueling two-hour drive, the truck finally arrived at its destination. A collective sigh of relief swept over the occupants as they gazed upon the unmistakable sight of a towering TV atop the building, displaying the enigmatic face of their elusive target.
"Like, I thought we never find it," Shaggy exclaimed, a note of relief evident in his voice.
"Row we just need to get in," Scooby interjected, his eager tail wagging.
However, their hopes were dampened by the realization that a long line of vehicles snaked in front of them, each meticulously inspected by a vigilant guard.
Courage noticed the line of other delivery vehicles snaking around the building, with a guard checking each one. "Looks like there is a line and guard to get in though," he said, pointing out the obstacle. "Hold on," he muttered, driving the truck up to join the line, only to slam into the back of the vehicle in front of him.
"Oops," Courage uttered, his eyes wide with panic.
"Re really need to work on the speeding limit," Scooby quipped, his voice tinged with exasperation.
With time pressing, Courage whispered frantically, "Oh there's a guard coming, act natural."
Shaggy and Scooby glanced out the side window to see a giraffe-like guard peering into their vehicle.
"Good day sir," Courage greeted with a forced smile.
The guard shrugged indifferently, seemingly unfazed by their presence, and waved them through into the building. The truck rolled into the parking lot and pulled to a stop next to a door that promised access to the main building, setting the stage for their imminent encounter with the mastermind behind the mysterious disappearance.
The air hung heavy with a strange, unsettling hum as Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage stepped out of their vehicle and into the eerie stillness of the building. The hallway was lined with identical doors, each featuring a disturbingly familiar face staring back at them. Ignoring the unsettling sight, they pressed on, each footstep echoing in the silence.
"Now where could this man possibly be?" Courage whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
Suddenly, a creepy voice came about, "Buy flan-tasy flan..."
Shaggy's eyes wide, urged Scooby and Courage to remain quiet, "Did you dudes hear that? Listen..." Shaggy motivated for the two dogs to be quiet and listen.
"Buy flan-tasy flan..." the creepy voice said again.
The voice repeated, its eerie cadence sending a shiver down their spines Following the voice's ghostly beckoning, the trio passed more unsettling doors, each with the same unnerving face, until they reached a room labeled 'Media Room'. The door stood ajar, offering a glimpse inside. They saw the man they were seeking, sitting at a desk, repeating the chilling phrase into a microphone with a hypnotic fervor.
"Buy flan-tasy flan before midnight tonight," the guy kept repeating.
On the other side of the room, looking there, Shaggy, Scooby and Courage saw a man sitting in a chair. But his posture clearly said he was either extremely attentive to something or in a daze.
"Buy flan-tasy flan, I'm telling the world. Flan-tasy flan, flan-tasy flan," the guy said, in a hypnotic way.
Courage, initially worried, began to succumb to the hypnotic drawl, feeling a strange, disorienting pull. His glazed eyes struggled to break free from the screen, but the spell held him captive.
"And everytime you see my face... BOOM! You want more flan, want more flan," the guy said in a soft, entrancing voice.
the voice purred, its soft allure tightening its grip on Courage. He stared, mouth agape, his mind surrendering to the hypnotic suggestion. Eating flan suddenly seemed the most desirable thing in the world, an overwhelming urge that consumed him. Why were he and his friends fighting against flan? The question was lost in the swirling vortex of flan-induced desire.
"Flan, flan! Give me flan!" the man demanded, now echoing Courage's own cravings.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy exclaimed, panic rising in his voice, "So, that's why everybody was going crazy over those flans, they're being hypnotized by this man's commercials!"
"The flantasy hypno-mercial is a success! We've got all of Nowhere totally flan-tifized and a new hypno-mercial works even better! Tonight, we go live on all the networks everywhere and turn everyone into flan-ttonous, then I will be the King of Flan!" the king of flan declared.
By now, Courage was drooling, his flan-induced trance deepening.
"Rhy that evil gluttonous monster! Re's just like Re Quack! Re's hypnotizing people into doing his evil bidding, only he's forcing them to eat-" Scooby growled, his words abruptly cut off by the hypnotic power of Courage's daze.
"Flan..." Courage murmured, his voice a desperate whisper, his drool increasing.
"Exactly, which is why we need to- Courage?" Shaggy began, his voice trailing off as he observed Courage, something about his friend's demeanor unnervingly different, alarmingly familiar.
Courage, lost in a world of creamy, jiggly bliss, didn't seem to notice the concern on his friends' faces. "Flan...Wow, did I just say that out loud? Silly me!" he chuckled nervously, his tail wagging in a way that suggested an internal struggle.
"How did you get in here?" the king of flan asked, as he saw the hypnotized pink beagle beginning to walk into the room.
Scooby, finally understanding the gravity of the situation, let out a horrified gasp, "Roh-no! Rourage, not you too!" he whimpered, his tail drooping in despair.
The king of flan also noticed Shaggy and Scooby as well, "A teenager and another dog? Where are you all coming from? No matter."
Th then toss a case of flan into the center of the room, the other guy from earlier seemed to drool over it.
"Must... not... eat... flan... " Courage muttered, struggling against the overwhelming urge, his eyes fixated on the creamy dessert.
Alas, his willpower crumbled, and he dove towards the flan, joining the other man in a frenzied struggle for dominance over the sugary prize.
"How humiliating," Courage commented, his voice muffled by a mouthful of flan, as he continued to battle with the man, their limbs flailing like crazed puppets.
"Oh, man! Like, we lost our best friend to the flan side, Scoob!" Shaggy lamented, his voice filled with a mix of despair and disbelief.
"What is this? Why aren't you two flan-tifized like your friend over there?" the king flan demanded, in anger and confusion.
Scooby's fur bristling with determination, retorted, "Recause Raggy and I don't need to be hypnotized into eating something, we eat what WE eat!"
Shaggy, nodding in agreement, added, "Yeah, flan dude! If you think you can just force us to eat flan day after day, then you have another thing coming!"
"Ah, resisting flan, are we now?" the king of flan said, his smile a grotesque, unsettling twist that sent shivers down Shaggy and Scooby's spines. "I must admit, you two are much stronger than I could ever imagine. However, it seems a shame to fight to save what is already lost," he taunted, before tossing another can of flan, prompting Courage to dive after it and desperately gnaw at the lid.
"Besides, there's no use fighting it anyway, we're about to live in a flan-tasy world," the king of flan finished.
Undeterred, Shaggy exclaimed, "We'll see about that!" he turned to the savagely-flan pink beagle, "Courage! Like, can you hear us, little pink dude?!"
But to the cowardly teen's dismay, Courage remained fixated on the can of flan, his self-control swallowed by the siren's call of sugary, creamy temptation.
"Re know you're still in there somewhere! Rou got to snap out of it, the fate of Nowhere rest in our hands!" Scooby cried, desperation lacing his usually cheerful voice.
Courage, alas, was still locked in his battle with the lid, his ears deaf to their desperate pleas.
"Exactly! Just think about what will happen to everyone if this goes on forever! You, me, Scoob, including Aunt Muriel!" Shaggy implored, his voice rising with urgency. He hoped the image of his loved ones trapped in a flan-induced nightmare would shatter Courage's trance.
It was then, as if a dam had broken within his mind, that Courage looked down at the can of flan, the mention of Shaggy, Scooby, and Muriel shattering his sugary stupor. He saw their faces, enslaved by the flan, forever destined to live in a world of whipped cream and vanilla nightmares.
"They're right, what am I doing?" Courage shook his head, the shock of realization snapping him back to reality. "We will not be mesmerized by the siren's songs of your evil products!"
"Yeah!" Shaggy shouted, relief flooding his voice.
They'd broken through Courage's trance, his temptation, and now they were ready to fight.
"Rou tell him, Rourage!" Scooby cheered as he grabbed the can of flan and flung it back at the king of flan's head.
"Oof! You three want to destroy flan? Flan will destroy you all," the king of flan said, before jumping up and rolling himself into a ball and rolled towards the terrified trio.
Courage let out a high-pitched shriek of terror, as he morphed into many heads.
"ZOINKS! RUN!" Shaggy shrieked, his voice trembling with fear.
Scooby simply yelped, "Rorry!" as Courage grabbed his paw and dragged him away.
The trio scrambled out of the room, slamming the door behind them. But the king of flan, fueled by his flan-gious wrath, simply rolled right through the door as if it were made of whipped cream. He had already devoured the poor soul who had been hypnotized earlier, his fate a chilling reminder of the flan king's power. Fear propelled them down the hall, Scooby glancing back with horrified eyes to see the king of flan rolling after them like a vengeful, caramel-colored comet.
"This way!" Courage yelled, leading them down a twisting corridor.
They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, until they reached a dead end. All hope seemed lost until they spotted a glimmer of salvation: an elevator. Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage collapsed against the metal doors, panting heavily.
"Like, come on! Open up, open up, open up!" Shaggy pleaded, frantically pressing the call button.
But the elevator display showed it had just reached the top floor, and they knew the king of flan wouldn't be far behind.
"Rurry, he's getting closer!" Scooby cried, his voice choked with fear.
Courage, desperate, tried to force the doors open, his tiny paws struggling against the heavy metal. After a few desperate attempts, he managed to pry the doors open just enough to peek inside, seeing the metal cables that supported the elevator.
"Quick, grab on and start climbing!" Courage instructed, his voice trembling slightly.
Following Courage's order, Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage jumped into the elevator shaft and began their precarious ascent, gripping the cold, greasy cables with white-knuckled determination.
"Rid we lose him?" Scooby asked, his voice barely a whisper, hoping they had managed to shake off the creepy man
Looking down, Shaggy saw that the king of flan, with a sickeningly sweet grin plastered on his face, had safely landed on the elevator that was coming up beneath them. In his chubby hands, he clutched a fresh batch of flan, which he proceeded to throw at Courage.
"Oh-no! Not again!" Courage whimpered, as he caught a case of flan in his paws. The familiar scent of sugary custard filled his nostrils, triggering an instinctive urge to devour it.
"Fight it, Courage! Remember what you told us, have some self-control!" Shaggy encouraged, remembering the words that he and Scooby had given to Courage the day before.
"I'm trying..." Courage said, his voice strained as he resisted the urge to eat. His willpower faltered and he gave in, devouring the whole flan in one bite, only to throw it back out a moment later, a wave of guilt and embarrassment washing over him.
"Ross!" Scooby said, with disgust.
"Just keep moving!" Courage shouted to Scooby, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
The trio continued their ascent, their hearts pounding in their chests. They saw that the vomit-covered king of flan had begun to climb the cables, his face contorted into a grotesque grin. Soon, Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage reached the top of the elevator shaft, stopping in front of the last doors. Courage, using his long, flexible tongue, pried them open enough for the three of them to hop out of the elevator shaft, finally escaping the relentless pursuit of the flan-obsessed king.
Hurriedly, they scrambled out, seeking refuge from the monstrosity below. However, their relief was short-lived. A glance around revealed the grim truth: they were trapped on the roof, a metal cage with nowhere to go but up.
"We'll be safe up here!" Shaggy gasped, trying to convince himself as much as his companions.
Their eyes fell on the towering antenna, a metal behemoth with a television broadcasting the King of Flan's hypnotic mantra.
"Rhat TV on that huge antenna must be what's used to broadcast that CEO's hypnotizing commercials," Scooby noted, his voice trembling.
"Oh, but it's so high up! How are we ever gonna destroy that TV?!" Shaggy wailed, despair creeping into his voice.
Before Courage could offer his usual brand of frantic advice, a horrifying rumble echoed through the air, "Um, guys, I think we've got bigger problems, literally..." he trailed off, his voice barely a whisper.
The king of flan crashed through the elevator door, sending Courage yelping in terror.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy screamed, his face pale with terror.
"Rikes!" Scooby shrieked, his voice trembling.
"Up the antenna!" Courage shouted, his voice strained with urgency.
Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage scrambled out of the way, their hearts pounding in their chests, just in time to avoid being squashed like pancakes beneath the massive, jiggling form of the King of Flan. The ground shook with each of the King's lumbering steps as he began his relentless climb up the antenna tower, his gelatinous limbs oozing with a sickly sweet scent.
Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage, their faces pale with terror, started their own ascent, their movements a comical contrast to the King's slow, inexorable progress. Looking down, the trio saw the King, a wide, malevolent grin plastered across his face, holding aloft another case of flan, the creamy, sugary contents glistening menacingly in the sunlight.
He tossed it at Courage with a gleeful cry, and the poor beagle, whimpering with fear, tried his hardest to resist the inevitable, "Gotta... look away..." he mumbled, but it was futile. The flan landed squarely in his mouth, the sickeningly sweet taste filling his senses.
"There's NOWHERE to run! Get it? Nowhere?'" the king of flan joked at his bad pun, before pulling out another ten cases of flan and threw it Courage.
"INCOMING!" Shaggy shouted, his voice barely a whisper.
Courage, his eyes wide with shock, gasped in horror as the avalanche of flan hurtled towards him. He tried to swallow it all, but the sheer volume of the sweet, viscous goo was too much. He choked, his face turning red, before finally retching, the flan cascading back up towards the King, coating his enormous form in a thick, sugary layer.
"Ugh... Ooh! Oof!" the king of flan gasped in horror when he realized that the vomit was making him lose his grip on the tower. He tried to keep his grip but eventually slipped and fell of the tower, though he managed to grip one of the cables that connected the television to the antenna. "Oh, oh. No! No! No!"
Courage's heart pounding in his chest, stared in horror as the antenna began to buckle under the King of Flan's weight. "Oh, no! The antenna's about to collapse!" he cried, his voice trembling.
Scooby chimed in with his own assessment, "Re must be so heavy, he's bringing the whole thing down!"
"Can't... hold... on... much... LONGER!" the king of flan said, as his grip was slipping.
Although despite all the trouble this guy caused, Shaggy couldn't bear to see him fall to his death. With a pang of compassion, he clambered down the tower, reaching out to the King of Flan, his hand outstretched.
"Like, grab my hand, flan dude!" he offered, his voice strained with concern.
The king of flan try to grabbed the teen's hand, unfortunately, because of the additional weight, the television soon stopped spinning and slowly started to come off its base and fall down the tower. And because of the king of flan's weight and how fast he was falling, he went through the roof and continued going down until he hit the bottom with the television following him as well.
"Ooh... that's gonna leave a mark..." Courage whimpered, his eyes wide with shock.
"Rome on, we better get down there! Re could be hurt!" Scooby declared, his voice filled with urgency.
Exhausted but triumphant, Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage finally reached the bottom of the long, winding staircase. The elevator's malfunction had forced them to make the arduous journey on foot, but they were back in the media room, ready to face the aftermath of their elevator escapade. There, in the center of the room, the man they had encountered earlier lay sprawled on the floor, a vacant stare locked on the flickering screen of a nearby television. He was hypnotized, a victim of his own creation.
Despite the trouble the man had caused, Shaggy felt a pang of guilt, "Is he okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
Courage, ever the reassuring presence, responded, "Yup, he's fine. He's just getting a taste of his own medicine, nothing to worry about."
Scooby spotted a nearby case of flan and, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, tossed it towards the hypnotized man, "Rere you go," he mumbled, a goofy grin spreading across his face.
The king of flan happily grabbed it before opening it and eating the whole thing in one bite, "Flan."
"We're just gonna go ahead and borrow one of your cameras if you don't mind," Shaggy said, his voice gaining confidence as he surveyed the equipment.
Courage announced with a twinkle in his eye, "Now, there's only one thing left to do..." Courage began.
Back at the farmhouse Muriel and Eustace were both still big and fat and demanding flan, despite the fact Shaggy, Scooby and Courage left hours ago.
"Flan! Where's flan? Flan..." Muriel groaned, from the stomachache she is having right now.
"Maybe there'll be a commercial," Eustace suggested, as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
On the TV Shaggy was the first one to appeared in the commercial.
"Like, good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! This is Shaggy and Scooby here with an important announcement to make! Scoob, would you do the honors?" Shaggy turned to the cowardly Great Dane.
Scooby nodded, before shooting the cannon he had with him.
"Oh!" Muriel said, as she was hypnotized again.
"Hey!" Eustace shouted, also being hypnotized again.
"Now that we have your attention, I have something to show all of you," Courage said, as he grabbed his yo-yo. Then he had it placed a paper with a crossed-out letter F on a yoyo and used it like how a magician would use a pocket watch to hypnotize people.
"Ugh!" Muriel shouted.
"G'ah!" Eustace yelled.
"When you hear the boom, will you stop buying flantasy flan. Plech!" Courage instructed, before swapping off the flan on the plate, and with Scooby pulling the cannon.
"In other words, no more flan!" Shaggy put in.
"Rhat is all," Scooby added, finishing the commercial.
This seemed to did the trick, as it pulled the old chubby couple out of their trance.
"Oh, my!" Muriel asked.
"Oh!" Eustace gasped, before turning to Muriel and demanded in hypocrisy, "What happened to you, woman?! You look like a house!"
"Look who's calling the kettle black!" Muriel shouted, in defense.
With the commercial successfully filmed, Shaggy, Scooby, and Courage the Cowardly Dog stood at the headquarters of the CEO, their hopes pinned on its ability to restore normality to the enigmatic realm of Nowhere.
"Rell, that takes care of everything," Scooby remarked contentedly, dusting off his paws.
However, a lingering concern hung in the air.
"Hopefully things will start going back to normal, but, like, what are we gonna do with all this flan?" Shaggy questioned, surveying the seemingly endless supply of the custard dish that had flooded the town.
Courage's eyes sparkled with an idea, "Hmm..." he hummed thoughtfully, his gears turning to find a solution to the flan dilemma.
Later that night, under the influence of lingering hypnotic suggestion, Courage, proposed a most audacious plan: consume every last morsel of the remaining flan. The very King of Flan, a majestic, sentient dessert, couldn't resist the allure of shared gluttony and joined the feast. As they devoured the sweet, gelatinous concoction, their bellies grew, expanding exponentially. By the time the last sliver of flan vanished, Courage, Scooby, and Shaggy had ballooned to three times the size of Muriel and Eustace, their bodies resembling plump, oversized versions of themselves.
"Like, I gotta hand it to you, pudgy pink dude, this has got to be one of your best ideas yet!" Shaggy exclaimed, patting his distended stomach.
Courage, beaming with pride, replied, "Well, I figured you two deserved an award for not only helping me save Nowhere, but for going a whole day without eating anything. Plus, why let these flans go to waste anyway? I know this goes against everything we've been trying to stop today, but hey, what are you gonna do? That's showbiz!" he added with a laugh.
"Reah, showbiz!" Scooby giggled a gleeful, "Scooby-Dooby-" escaping his lips before being cut short by a resounding burp, "Excuse me! Doo!"
Well that's all for this chapter, next will be Scooby and Courage under Volcano. I like to thank schweenieboy, Angry9guy, and Aartman7141999 for the quotes and ideas. Let me guys know in the reviews/comments of what should I do for the future episodes or next chapter. And what Courage should say in future chapters. Until then this is vakarns signing out.
Scooby and Courage Under the Volcano: The family crash down on an island, and are welcomed by a native chief. The citizens dress Muriel in their special native clothing so she can be sacrificed to the Volcano God, who is causing the island to shake. Shaggy, Scooby and Courage must go inside the volcano and talk to the god before the natives drop Muriel in the volcano.