The Spooky & Slightly Disturbing Tales of Scooby & Friends

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The Spooky & Slightly Disturbing Tales of Scooby-Doo & Friends

Late-night story time with Vincent Van-Ghoul.

Part I

Welcome, one and all. Vincent Van-Ghoul here. Tonight, I'll recount a story which even the most gullible may not believe. A story about a young American race car driver and his canine friends. Things are never quite what they seem, especially when you live in Coolsville, USA.

Our story begins at the home of one Shaggy Rogers. Friday night is movie night, and he (along with friends Scooby and Scrappy) are sitting on a couch watching The Were-Witch Project. In the film, teens search an abandoned concrete warehouse for signs of a rumored were-witch. Suddenly, one teen changes into a werewolf! Everyone runs as he refuses to believe his own fate.

“Rikes!” Scooby exclaimed, jumping off the couch and under the rug. “Rime rared!”

“Like, why don’t you grab a snack out of the fridge, Scoob?” Shaggy suggested.

“Roh-ray,” Scooby replied as he headed toward the fridge. “Roh-roy! “Rickle ruice roada!”

“Like, I love most food… but you can have all the pickle juice soda! Double yuck!”

“Gee, this movie sure is great!” Scrappy said as the movie went on with frightening music playing.

Suddenly, Were-Scooby turned around. “RRRAAWWRRRR!”

“Gee, that’s a great costume Uncle Scooby!” Scrappy said.

“Scrappy… that’s no costume. RUN!”

“And leave Uncle Scooby?” Scrappy asked.

“Like, we’ll help him later! Right now… just run!” Shaggy screamed.

The two went outside and slammed the door short. Shaggy locked the deadbolt and wiped sweat from his forehead. “Like, what do we do?!”

Were-Scooby howled wildly and clawed furiously at the door from inside the house. Shaggy sat on the porch, against the door as a tear streamed down his face.

“Don’t worry, Shagg.” Scrappy reassured him. I’ll give Flim-Flam and Vincent Van-Ghoul a ring. They’ll know what to do!”

“Like, I hope you’re right Scrappy. I hope you’re right.”

And that's all for now folks! I hope you had a terribly spooky time. Tune in next time for Part II: more mystery, more hyjinks, more scares!

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Part II

Welcome back, folks! Find a comfortable place to sit; the spooky story continues!

Shaggy sat on the porch with a sullen look on his face as the sun set. Scrappy quickly walked down the street to a payphone. He fought with the door, but eventually entered the booth. He jumped up to the phone and knocked it down. Being too short to reach the number pad, he pulled a tape recorder out and played back the dial tone of my place. But alas, I was off on business and only Flim-Flam was there to answer it. So many unfortunate events could have been avoided, had I been there.

“Hey there, Scrappy!” Flim-Flam said. “Vincent’s out right now, but I can round up some potions and vials of things. I’ll be there in a jiffy! Look for a magic carpet over your place!”

"Right-o! Thanks again," Scrappy replied.

There was a heavy breeze out when Flim-Flam exited my mansion (and forgot to lock the door). He hopped on my magic carpet and clung on tight. The wind blew hard as he watched the skyline zoom by and slowly get smaller and smaller.

Meanwhile, Scrappy sat on the roof as he and Shaggy scanned the skies for a magic carpet. Nothing. Shaggy stared off at a bird with a broken wing. She flew as gracefully as she could with the strong wind that had been picking up. As the bird got closer, it was soon apparent that it wasn’t a bird at all.

“Like, Scrappy… is that… Flim-Flam?”

“Might be. I’ll head down,” Scrappy answered as he slid down a drainpipe. The magic carpet came into view, swinging wildly from side to side.

“Like, that doesn’t look good!” Shaggy exclaimed.

The carpet flew into a heavy gust of wind and flipped numerous times. Flim-Flam couldn’t hang on anymore, sending him shooting towards the pavement. Shaggy ran to where he’d land and jumped headfirst. Flim-Flam bounced off his back, but with some momentum still, hitting the pavement and sliding for a short distance.

“Flim-Flam!” Shaggy called out, running. Flim-Flam was sprawled out on the pathway up to the porch.
“I’m… I’m okay,” Flim-Flam responded weakly as blood dripped down the corner of his confident half-grin. “Try… try these. One should change Scooby back.”

And that’s all for tonight, folks! Don’t forget to check back for Part III. Will Flim-Flam’s potions work?

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Part III

Hello friends, for part three of this frightening tale!

Scrappy looked up after taking a look at Flim-Flam. "I'll go get some help!" he said, scurrying off to the nearby payphone.

"Like, oh boy... how'd we get into this mess?" Shaggy said.

"Try one of the vials," Flim-Flam repeated. "One is just bound to turn Scooby back!"

"Like yeah, but what if not? And you're hurt because of this!"

Were-Scooby broke a tiny rectangular window next to the door and reached his paw out angrily.

"Don't worry about me," Flim-Flam said as his face twitched in pain. "Give Scooby those potions."

"Like, if you say so..." Shaggy responded as he chose a vial. He held the orange one out and looked away as he brought it close to Were-Scooby. "Like Scoob... will you drink this for me, old buddy old pal?"

"RRRAWWWRRRRR!" Were-Scooby responded angrily.

"Oh hoh hoo!" Shaggy exclaimed in surprise as he jumped back and the vial spun, mid-air. Were-Scooby caught it, ripped the top off and drank it.

Were-Scooby didn't change back. In fact, his paw seemed to get bigger and stronger-- his claws noticeably becoming sharper.

"Like... FLIM FLAM... what's happening?!" Shaggy said in horror.

Meanwhile, Scrappy had played back the simple dial tone for 911 and an ambulance was on the way. He got back to the house just as it was arriving.

Shaggy saw the ambulance and stood in front of Scooby's paw. "Come one Scoob, one of these has to work!"

"What's the trouble here?" a first responder said as he got out of the ambulance.

"Over here, sir!" Scrappy called out, motioning to Flim-Flam.

The responder approached him and knelt down. "Are you okay, son? Can you move your arms and legs?"

Another responder walked up near the house and Shaggy stood tall in front of Were-Scooby to hide Scooby. He grinned a goofy grin as the responder raised an eyebrow, then walked back near the ambulance. Shaggy kept trying potions in the meantime.

"Looks like you just have a broken arm," a responder said. "We can get your arm wrapped up right here."

"Thanks sir," Flim-Flam said weakly. "By the way, do any... would any... of you fine people... like to buy some Lotsa Luck Juice?"

"Kid, I didn't even believe in luck until your friends said you... what was it... fell from the sky? And you only broke an arm. Take it easy and get better," he said, wrapping up Flim-Flam's arm and tying it in a sling.

After they were all finished, the responders got back into the ambulance and drove away. Shaggy chuckled as he unlocked the door and let Scooby out. "Like Scoob! You're back to normal!"

"Raggy!" Scooby said as they embraced in a hug.

Scrappy and Flim-Flam walked up to the porch and smiled. "This calls for a celebration!" Scrappy said as he helped Flim-Flam inside.

"Yeah!"

"Reah!"

Flim-Flam smiled.

"Like, let's make some food and play a board game!" Shaggy said, opening up a pantry door.

"I'll get the Pickle Juice Soda! I haven't tried any yet!" Scrappy said, pouring some into a glass and taking a sip. His hair stood on end and suddenly his teeth become more like fangs and his fur... like that of a werewolf.

And that's all for this time, folks! Remember to stay aware of the supernatural... it's aware of you. Good night.

-Vincent Van Ghoul

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Part IV

Back again, are you? Where was I? Oh yes...

Everyone was outside the house-- everyone except Were-Scrappy. Scooby had scooped up Flim-Flam in his arms and ran out the door as Shaggy followed and slammed the door behind him. "Like, what are we gonna do? It's happening all over again!" Shaggy said.

"Do you... remember which vial turned Scooby back?" Flim-Flam asked.

"Like, the orange one... I think," Shaggy responded.

"I... I have one more," Flim-Flam said, handing out a vial to him.

Shaggy cracked open the door and tossed the vial in. "Like, drink this Scrappy!" He then quickly pushed the door closed and stood in front of it.

"Rah roda!" Scooby realized out-loud.

"Like, what about the soda?" Shaggy asked.

Scooby pretended to drink the pickle juice soda, then change into a terrifying werewolf.

"You think that soda turned you and Scrappy into werewolves?"

"Reah! Reah!" Scooby agreed.

"What's... what's going on?" Scrappy asked.

"Scrappy? Are you back to normal?" Shaggy asked.

"I guess so! What happened anyway?" he asked.

"We'll explain later, ol' Scrap. Let's get some rest." Shaggy said, heading back inside. He picked up the empty bottle of soda and looked at the label. It read:

Pickle Juice Soda

Manufactured by Screamin' Soda Co.

Coolsville, USA

"Tomorrow, we're going into town to check out an old factory. I have a hunch." Shaggy said, scratching his chin.

Stay tuned for the next part in this exciting series! What will Scooby and his friends find at the old factory?

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Part V

Another night of mystery and terror! Sit down and make yourself comfortable.

Scooby and friends finished cleaning up after breakfast. Flim-Flam thanked everybody for cooking for him.

"No problem Flim!" Scrappy said. "It was a good meal, wasn't it?"

"Reah, rood real!" Scooby said, licking the sides of his mouth with his tongue.

"What are we gonna do today?" Scrappy asked cheerfully.

"Like, I have a plan. I don't like it... but we owe it to you and Scooby," Shaggy said.

"What do you mean, Shagg?" Scrappy asked.

"The Screamin' Soda factory. We should go there and look around."

"Reamin' Roda?" Scooby said with worry.

"Yeah, it's where they make Pickle Juice Soda. The stuff you and Scrappy drank before you turned into werewolves."

Scooby shivered.

"It might be dangerous..." Shaggy continued.

"Rangerous?!"

"It might be haunted..."

"Raunted?!?!"

"But like, we owe to to you guys... and the whole community really. Something's wrong with that soda." Shaggy said decidedly. "Nobody would believe us. Who knows... the whole town could eventually end up as werewolves if we don't do anything! We have have to go investigate." 

"Ri'll roo rit." Scooby said as he stood tall with his newfound courage.

"I'll go and keep watch at a distance with these," Flim-Flam said as he pulled out a pair of nice binoculars and a couple walkie-talkies.

"It's settled then!" Scrappy said. "Look out, Screamin' Soda company! Here. We. Come."

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Part V (Cont.)

The quartet all found a place in Shaggy's red van and they headed out. The green scenery soon turned into asphalt and dirt. "Like, I've never been in this part of town..." Shaggy said.

"Yeah, it's kinda spooky isn't it?" Scrappy asked.

"This is nothing," Flim-Flam bragged. "It's just the industrial side of town."

"Roh-kay," Scooby said, happy to accept any explanation that avoided the supernatural.

Soon, an old weather-worn brick building stood in plain view. Shaggy pulled into a parking space and everyone got out. The front door was locked and the office looked dark and empty. "Like, let's check around back," Shaggy said hopefully. They all walked around back and saw nothing but two loading docks, both closed.

"Looks like the place is empty," Flim-Flam said with disappointment.

"Not quite," Scrappy said, inspecting the doors on the loading docks. Scooby looked around and slid his tail under a small crack between a door and the floor.

"Like, good thinking Scoob!" Shaggy said, shaking Scooby's paw as his tail pushed the unlocked door up a little with each shake. Soon, there was enough room to slip inside.

As the gang entered, they walked quietly and looked around. There were bottling machines, huge stirring vats, and packaging machines. Scooby accidentally bumped into a large stack of boxes and it came falling down. Suddenly, they all heard a familiar Transylvanian voice and hide behind some boxes.

"This way, please. Yes," a man in a cape said as he guided two men in skeleton suits.

"Rit's Racul--" Scooby started to shout in surprise as Scrappy covered his mouth and they continued to listen.

"The secret ingredient in these sodas? Scream bean extract! Oh, that Sha-ggy person ruined my last few years. First he rigs the Monster Road Rally, then he runs away, I get nibbled on by sharks, the Hunch bunch move to Hawaii, and I end up in jail! Can you believe that? But now, oh now... I will have my revenge," Dracula laughed menacingly. "This whole town will be werewolf-ified!"

What will Scooby and his friends do? Check in next time for part VI! Have a perfectly spooky night.

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Part VI

You're back so soon? Ah well, I knew you would be.

Scooby and his friends watched as Dracula showed the two skeleton men around the factory. Flim-Flam built a lookout tower of boxes on top of the conveyor belts near the open door. The rest of the gang slowly (and quietly) moved through mazes of boxes to see what Dracula was showing the other men.

"Listen," Dracula ordered. "Get those fangblasters out. I think we have... uninvited guests."

The two men pulled out purple arsenal with clips shaped like bat wings. "Come out, come out!" Dracula ordered.

"No way, ya big meanie!" Scrappy snapped back.

"Like, you shouldn't have said that Scrappy!" Shaggy whispered. Dracula ordered the men to fire and fang bullets blasted holes in boxes nearby.

"Like, this is nuts!" Shaggy whispered.

Scooby winced in terror. "Rye rish rye rad rood right row... reat, rolls, rheese... ranyring!"

Shaggy laughed nervously. "Dracula is gonna make swiss cheese out of us if we don't figure out something!"

Scooby looked around and pointed to one of the empty vats. "Rin rhere!"

"Sounds good to me. On the count of three, let's run to the latter and jump inside."

"Count me in!" Scrappy said.

"1... 2... 2 and a half..." Shaggy counted nervously. 

"I've had enough of this!" Dracula shouted. "Initiate a full lockdown procedure!"

"THREE!" Shaggy exclaimed as he dashed with the others and they all climbed down safely into the vat. Meanwhile, the lockdown turned on the conveyor belts, starting to automatically close the door they'd opened, as lids lowered onto the vats.

Flim-Flam fell down onto the belt and it slid him out of the factory just before the door slammed shut behind him and locked. He put his hand on the door and looked up with determination. "I'll rescue you guys," he said to himself, "even if I have to bring the mayor himself here!" 

Will Dracula find out who was in the factory? Are Scooby and his friends safe? Will anyone in town believe Flim-Flam's wild story? Stay tuned next time! 

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Part VII

Welcome, one and all... to the Spooky Scooby Tales! I'm your host, Vincent Van Ghoul.

Where did we leave off? Oh yes; Scooby and the gang were trapped in the factory vat as Flim-Flam went for help. He waited at a bus station and climbed on when it arrived. "Do you know where the mayor of this town lives?" he asked as he deposited some change into the payment box.

"Not exactly son, but I can take you to his office," the bus driver said.

"That sounds good-- and thanks!" he replied. He sat on a cushy seat, slightly worn, watching the scenery zoom past the windows.

Meanwhile, Scooby and his friends brainstormed ideas for getting out of the vat. "Like, what are we gonna do?!" Shaggy asked.

"Rye ron't row!" Scooby said.

Scrappy aimed a laser pointer around in the dark.

"Like Scrappy, can you turn that off?" Shaggy asked, covering his eyes.

"Wait a minute, Shagg... I think I have an idea!" Scrappy exclaimed.

The bus dropped off Film-Flam in front of a large, newly-built building. He brushed off his yellow sweatshirt with his hands, ran his hand through hair, and pushed open the large front door. A receptionist sat behind a desk in the front of the entryway. "How may I help you?"

"I need to talk to the mayor. It's urgent!" Flim-Flam exclaimed.

"Well I'm sorry, Mayor Harvey doesn't see anyone without an appointment..." the receptionist replied, but soon after, the mayor entered the room.

"Well hello, hello! How may I help you, son?" he asked.

"Mister Mayor! Boy I'm glad you're here. My friends are trapped in an old factory and you gotta come help me save them!"

"My, oh my! Sounds perfectly terrible. We'll go right over." A black limousine pulled up front. "Hop in! We'll travel in style." he said.

Scrappy stood on Scooby's back as he pointed the laser pointer at a heat sensor near the top of the vat. Shaggy thought out-loud. "Nice thinking, old Scrappy! This should heat it up so much that it sets off an alarm... hopefully."

"Reah. Ropefully," Scooby said.

"There it is!" Flim-Flam told the mayor. "That's the factory!"

"And you said that your friends were trapped in there... by Dracula?"

"That's right sir!"

"Well, I don't know about any vampires, but we'll certainly go in and see. The safety of my town is my highest priority!"

As they entered, a bell near the door rang out. A man entered the office and came up to the front desk.

"Harvey!" the man called out.

"Well if it isn't my old friend, Bill Murphy! How've you been?" the mayor replied gleefully.

"Not bad; not bad at all. Business is great," Bill replied.

"Glad to hear it. Say, you haven't seen any kids around here, have you? This young boy said that his friends got trapped in here."

"Nobody here but me. Perhaps he's not feeling well. The walk-in clinic is just up the street."

"Well if you hear anything, you know who to let know!" the mayor said as he packed up his things to leave.

"No, wait!" Flim-Flam said. "I know my friends are trapped somewhere in here! Please..."

"I can show you around. Nobody's here but me though," Bill said.

"No, no. I have a lot to do today. I'll drop this boy off at the clinic. This terrible heat is probably just getting to him," the mayor decided. He kindly thanked Bill for his time, then lead the way back out to the limo.

"Mister mayor..." Flim-Flam pleaded.

"I'm a busy man, son. Bill and I go way back-- he'll give me a ring if he finds anybody. I'm dropping you off at the clinic here, then it's back to the office for me. Lots of paperwork and phone calls to do before the day is over."

Just as the limo left the parking lot and drove away, a loud alarm began to blare. "What in the world?" Bill asked as he left the office to go see the cause of the sound.

And that's all for now, folks! Will Scooby and the gang get out safely? Is Bill Murphy in on Dracula's plan, or just an innocent bystander? Stay tuned for Part VIII!