HalloScooby, where are you?

Music, Journalism, Stretch


It was about an hour after Fred took the mask off Old Farmer Judge, revealing him to be the monster that was haunting the village of Summerfield. Scooby was hungry. Very, very hungry. The gang were putting bags in the Mystery Machine.


“Hey Scooby. It’s cool.” said Shaggy. “We just have to go on a quick trip. Yowsers, you sure look hungry guy. Look at you licking your lips.”

“Uhhee-hee-hee-hee. Scooby snacks?”

“Okay Scooby. Here you go” said Daphne and produced a silver tray.

Scooby’s legs spun around and rammed into the silver tray.

“Easy Scooby.” She said.

“C’mon Daphne.” Shouted a visibly angry Fred.

“Okay Fred.” Daphne meekly replied.

Scooby cocked his head happily at the goings on, but soon forgot about it when Daphne lifted the lid of the tray.

A gigantic sandwich with sausage, tomatoes, lettuce and oozing with mustard. Five decks of bread. Scooby leered at the sandwich.

Daphne turned around and scowled at Fred. When she looked back the food was gone and Scooby was looking up to the sky innocently, whistling.

They all laughed except Fred who glared at Daphne.

“Just get in the van.” He said. The mood soured.

Scooby watched them moving off.



Geoff Marsh answered the door and brought the vet into the kitchen. His large dog sat stiff in the centre of the kitchen. Eyes open, tongue hanging out. Big dog eyes darted around. The vet called to him,

“Scooby. Scooby.”

Nothing. He was in a trance.

A small trace of drool, slipped out of the corner of his mouth on to the floor. Both Geoff and the vet watched it as it slowly plopped to the ground.

“Have you tried moving him or visual stimulus?”

“Doc, I’ve tried everything. He just sits and because he’s so strong, it’s impossible to move him.”

“Is he eating?”

“Yeah, when he comes out of it. Sometimes.”

“Well if he gets dehydrated we may need to put him on a drip.



The van returned about a half hour later. Scooby woke from a pleasant snooze.

The gang stood by the van, drinking cheap beers. Shaggy, Daphne and Velma whispered conspiratorially. Scooby yawned loudly. Tiitters could be heard.

He ambled clumsily over to the van. Velma turned and spied him.

“Hey Scooby. Eh, maybe you should keep your distance tonight.”

Scooby let his mouth open and wagged his tail doing a comedy confused face which they all loved. He came closer.

The back door of the mystery machine opened and Fred looked out. Seeing Scooby, he roared,

“Scooby!! Fuck off!”

Then Fred threw a wrench at him. Scooby ran off behind some bushes with this long tail firmly between his skinny legs.

“Velma Dinkley! Get in here.” Screamed Fred.

Velma looked at the others, spilled out the backwash from her beer and climbed into the vehicle. The door was slammed shut.



“Would you like milk with your coffee?” Geoff said to the vet.

“No.Without. Thanks.” Said the vet. “Y’know. I’ve never seen anything like it, but there is a condition called cognitive dysfunction syndrome. You see it a lot with dogs who stare at walls. Some say its for attention but CDS can be similar to alzheimer’s in humans.”

“But, my dog is very young. A few years old.” Said Geoff

“Yeah. That’s what’s puzzling me. It might be some sort of seizure but he seems placid enough.”

They looked around at Scooby who was now crouched down, tail wrapped in behind him with a fearful look on his face.



The door swung open. Velma jumped out and ran off crying, her orange jumper ripped in parts.

“Daphne. Ha. Get yourself in here now.”

A nervous looking Daphne grimaced at Shaggy and slowly looked inside. Scooby could hear snorting and sniffing. Shaggy walked over across the brush toward Scooby as the back door slammed again. A girl’s scream was heard. Scooby jumped to his feet and started growling.



“Look at him now. He seems to have regained some kind of mental function.” Exclaimed the vet.

They both looked in the direction that Scooby was looking.

“What is it Scooby? Is it a mouse? We’ve had a few problems with mice ever since the neighbour both five compost bins. I mean, five fucking compost bins. How much shit do they need to recycle?” laughed Geoff.

“Haha. Some people. I have a neighbour who lets ducks use their back garden like it’s a farm. Then the ducks just disappear, no doubt into a boiling pot.” Said the vet.

“People are fucking weird.” Said Geoff.

“True dat.” Said the vet. They laughed.

Scooby got up to a sitting position, looking up and around, then closed his eyes again.



Shaggy rubbed Scooby’s head with his quivering hand.

“It’s okay Scooby. Don’t worry about Daphne. She’ll be eh, alright. Fred just gets into bad moods sometimes. I’ll get you an ice cream sundae later”

“On Sundae Shaggy? Uh-hee-hee-hee-hee.” Laughed Scooby

Daphne struggled out the driver window half naked and ran to a cowering Velma. They hugged. They we’re in the middle of nowhere. There was nowhere to escape.

“I said FUCK OFF Scooby!”

Neither he or Shaggy had seen Fred running at them. Fred kicked at Scooby but missed. Scooby ran into the forest.

He looked back and saw Shaggy being dragged by his straw-like hair into the van. A huge bang could be heard. Scooby ran off. He lay down with nervous exhaustion and fell asleep



“There he goes. A sleep might do him good.” Said the vet.

“I’m sorry to drag you out like this. He’s just…never been like this.” Said Geoff. “How much do I owe you?”

“Geoff. Don’t worry. If I was worried I would have given him a sedative. I think he’ll be alright. Fix up with me next time you’re in. Maybe bring him in early next week and I’ll do a  few tests. Good night.”

“Bye Doc.”

Geoff shut the door and wandered back in to the kitchen. Scooby was still asleep. Quietly Geoff went upstairs and went to bed.



Scooby woke up. It was dark. He looked around and shook his head, releasing globules of spit everywhere. He got the courage up and went on his tippy-toes back toward where the van was. He looked fretfully from side-to-side and fell over a log. He walloped his head off a rock and three little birds circled his head. His eyes spiralled around.

When he came to, he saw what he had fallen over. Velma lay with dead eyes staring at him, a large red wound cut in to her orange jumper. Scooby tried to bark but no bark came. He felt like he was screaming and barking and thrashing around the place but he was silent. He moved on through the trees. He jumped back on his tippy-toes and quietly inched foward.

He thought that there must be a monster about. Normally they captured these ghosts or monsters. This was different. He’d never really thought about it. He never thought what would happen if one of these monsters actually…won. Terrified, he moved slowly through dense foliage.

A tree looking like it was alive, shook violently and a branch swung and hit him straight in the face. He fell backwards and ran straight into a pair of light blue ankle boots. They seemed familiar. He looked around but no one was there. Something soft and wet touched the top of his head and he became aware of Daphne’s body hanging from the tree above him, blood dripping down her arms, her face, legs, everywhere.

He needed help. He had to find Fred and Shaggy.

The motor from the Mystery Machine was running and loud country rock music was booming from its speakers. The back door was a ajar and smoke was softly whispering out. He could smell tobacco or something else as he approached the van. There was blood and white powder on the door handle. The van was rocking. He moved to the opening. He was drawn toward a sound.

With his nose he nudged the door open. A prone shaggy was trouserless. Fred was lying on Shaggy’s back squirming furiously, holding his neck. Shaggy’s eyes told Scooby to run, but he couldn’t move. Fred looked up, continued to ride on Shaggy’s back and started to laugh hysterically. Fred pulled a razor from the floor and dragged it across Shaggy’s throat. The blood pumped violently from the wound into Scooby’s face. Fred’s face was distorted from his maniacal laughing. Scooby…



Geoff heard whimpering from downstairs and rushed down. He slipped as his socks failed to grip the shiny tiled floor. He landed on his stomach in from of his dog in the dark kitchen. The dog was in the sitting position. Geoff used his phone to illuminate the dog’s face. He was shocked to see the dog’s eyes closed but a cascade of tears running down each eye. Dog’s don’t cry?

“Scooby?” He shouted,

The large dog’s eyes opened revealing blood red irises,. The dog growled low and bared his teeth. The man was not quick enough to get away from him as the jaws connected with his neck crushing the life out of him.


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