A/N This one is set up like a Scooby doo episode. I wrote the first half in 2013, and the rest seven minutes ago.

Cast List:
Fred-Booth
Daphne-Angela
Shaggy-Hodgins
Velma-Brennan
Scooby-Zack

Villian-Hannah
Mr Weir (Hotel Manager)-Sweets (get it? Get it? Anyone?)
Jasper (Mysterious Bell Boy)- Fischer

The whole gang was in a boat on their way to an island. It was night out, so it was pretty dark and foggy.

"So your cousin owns this place, Booth?" Angela asked

"Yep! Old cousin Sam Weir. He invited us to stay for a few days." Booth replied.

"Oh how nice of him!" Angela (Daphne) gushed, then Booth (Fred) tackled her and they started making out wildly in the bottom of the boat. (A/N Not something Booth and Angela would do, but totally something Fred and Daphne would do)

"Hey Scoob, ya want a sandwich?" Shaggy/Hodgins asked.

"Reah!" Scooby/Zack answered. Hodgins made a sandwich, then Zack took the whole thing in one bite.

CRASH

The boat hit the shore.

"Looks like we have a mystery on our hands!" Booth announced.

"Not yet, dummy." Velma/Brennan reminded him.

"Right," Booth said "C'mon gang, let's go investigate!"

"Uh, investigate what?" Hodgins wondered.

The gang went into the creepy looking building on the creepy island they hit in the middle of the fog at night. Yeah.

"Vellcom. My name ees Meester Weeir. How may I heelp vou?"

"Our boat crashed. I guess we have to stay the night." Booth said.

"Voonderful. I'll get vyour keysss." He hissed.

He took some keys off the wall and handed them to Booth.

"Last door on de lefff. Jassper vill take your bags"

An odd man appeared from nowhere and took their bags, making a series of odd slurping sounds the whole time. He led them down the hall and to their room. As he set the bags down, he uttered one word.

"Beware…"

"What?" Angela asked "Beware what?"

Fischer leaned in really close to her, right up next to her ear, and whispered another word, a word that sent chills down her spine.

"…Yogurt."

EEEKKKKKK!

An owl screeched outside.

FWOOSH

The wind blew and the candle went out.

Fischer growled and left.

A mysterious face appeared at the window. It was so ugly, everyone screamed.

AHHH!

Zack and Hodgins hid in the closet, with Zack in Hodgins's arms.

It was the face of true horror, with eyes like marshmallows with bullets in them, and the face of an overgrown award-winning pumpkin from the county fair. It's smile reflected that of a monkey who had just thrown its poop right on target, and was toasting another for more ammo.

"R-r-run!" Zack shouted, and Hodgins was right on his heels as their legs spun like pinwheels, winding up but oddly not going anywhere.

"Not so fast, you two." Brennan grabbed their collars.

"Let's investigate." Booth declared, walking right over to the window bravely.

When the hideous thing didn't vanish immediately as Booth walked over, he hesitated, then lifted up the window, not wanting to tarnish his "let my actions show you how big my dick is" reputation.

The strange thing did not disappear when he lifted up the window, either. Even more disturbed and taken aback, he stared into the creature's unforgiving eyes, like portals into the soul of Satan's radiation-deformed, birth-defected, happily-retarded child.

Booth noticed a shiny tag on the creature's neck. He cautiously turned it over and read it.

"Hannah Burley. If found, please return to Area 51, Nuketown 009. The collar, that is. Return the collar. Just, the collar."

The creature, Hannah Burley, began chuckling the high-pitched kind of laugh you might expect from the offspring of Ronald McDonald and a Miss Piggy squeaky chew toy.

"Hee hee, hee hee!"

"What the…" Angela started, but was cut off.

"HEEEEEEEEeeeeee…." The creature began breathing heavily.

"Kill it!" Hodgins screamed.

"Love me." Hannah Burley cooed.

"Kill it with nukes!" Hodgins screamed again.

"Who the hell has nukes?" Angela asked.

"According to factual science, America is the only country to use nukes." Brennan half-shouted, monotone. "Also, Area 51 is a hoax."

"Ruh Ro!" Zack howled. He cleared his throat. "I mean, Uh oh."

"Since when can you talk?!" Hodgins squealed.

"Oh. I mean, uh, Ruh Ro!"

"Scoob has hit puberty." Brennan observed.

"I wonder what that's like…" Booth mused.

"THANKS BUT HOW DO WE KILL THE THING." Hodgins hyperventilated.

"We need TANKS!" Anglea chanted.

"Did somebody say TANKS?" Parker jumped literally out of the floor, fully clad in Ghostbusters apparel and gadgets.

"Um, I did." Angela said.

"Oh. Just clarifying." Parker commented.

"Do you have tanks or not, son!" Hodgins cried as Hannah Burley began slowly eating Booth.

"Oh, that! Right! Yeah, I do."

"Do you wanna bring them out anytime soon…?" Angela asked.

"Oh. Sure. Okay. Here goes." Parker thrust his fist up in the air with his best Matthew Broderick impression from Glory, and hollered something that sounded like a hyena mating call.

A parade of tanks came crawling down the hallway behind them at an agonizingly slow pace.

They all watched the tanks advance. At least… it sorta looked like they were moving…

"So, uh, how's the weather?" Anglea asked Hodgins.

"Wanna see a card trick?" Hodgins replied.

The tanks began firing, and effectively annihilated the Hannah Burley, its head exploding like a pressurized catfish with fireworks up its ass.

Unfortunately, the tanks also annihilated every other character in this story except for Zack, also known as Scooby Doo.

"Finally." Zack said in a deep, very human voice. He belched loudly, and gave a satisfied grin, while the innards of everyone else occasionally dripped from where they had splattered on the ceiling.

The end. Of this chapter.