Scooby-doo Talks Novels & Stories

When I regained consciousness, I was standing in an entirely new world. A familiar male voice echoed beside me. “Thank you, Olivia. It’s thanks to you that we can continue our experiment. We admire your kindness, your forgiveness, and your calmness. We formally invite you to become an interdimensional traveler. As your reward, you will be able to travel across different worlds and live different lives. None of your emotions will ever be punished by the System.” The next second, a communication screen appeared in front of me, and I was successfully connected.

She’s as honest as she is sweet and generous, and it made the nickname stick with Ryan as well as me. The fact that she hasn’t been opposed to it, says enough in itself. What other front page beauty like her would ever accept being called a middle-aged man? My brain is short wiring. The channels and gears flipping and flopping all over the surface as well as beneath it. Days like these. Moments like these. I feel very much like the experimental bat from Ferngully. Obsessed as Nicky and I were with Scooby-Doo, we still had a mountain of other old VHS tapes. Most of them animated. The only time I know he’s guaranteed not to meddle is when we are having a movie marathon over the phone.

*** From that day on, I taught them words, grammar, math—stuff they could actually use once they left the room. And every time class started, Dora—the young woman who'd been listening outside the door—showed up right on cue. Later, I let her sit in too. She became the oldest "student" in the class. She barely spoke, just watched everything like it mattered. She liked asking questions—mostly about the outside world. The city. Cars. Ships. Planes. Every time I talked about it, something soft and aching showed up in her eyes. Watching her hit me harder than I expected.

then looked up and smiled at him. He grinned. "Me too! I love Scooby Doo!" My eyes bugged out of my head. Holy smokes! Was he kidding? He likes Scooby Doo too? This cute boy? That is so hard to believe! He grabbed my hand and dragged me towards his house. "Come on - I have stacks of DVD's of Scooby Doo. I'll show 'em to ya," and he added, "you like gummy bears?" I nodded. "Yeah, but I like the gummy worms."

Bento ran off across the yard and I laughed at his efforts to look for the object as if it were the most important thing in the world, coming out all proud with Scooby in his mouth the moment he found it. "So far I don't know what I did wrong, but anyway, I'm not going to get into these ridiculous discussions anymore. I can't afford it (...)" as I waited for Benedict to return from his Scooby-Doo hunt, I heard John's familiar deep voice from afar sounding grumpy.

I don't know if it's the alcohol but the man siting next to me is hot and handsome and he's radiates this power of him, I immediately know that he's a wolf and from the look in his eyes I can see that he can sense that I'm one too. “Who was your favourite character?” I ask him. “What?” He asks looking confused and for the first time today since I left Oscar, I let out a genuine chuckle. “You said you loved Scooby Doo growing up, so who was your favourite character?” I asked him. “Oh, definitely Shaggy and Scooby. What about you?” He asked me. “Never watched it.” I tell him and he looks shocked. “A childhood without Scooby Doo? How did you survive?” He asks me.

He says looking at Scott who sighs. "I really should stop doubting you." He says and Aiden nods his head. "You should. I know lots of things." He says and Sienna laughs. "Oh? Like what?" Scott asks and he thinks for a moment before answering. "Dinosaurs." He says and Scott chuckles. "I should've known." He murmurs, shaking his head. Everyone laughs as we move towards the dining table, the apartment quickly filling with easy conversation, the smell of dinner, and the comfortable feeling that somehow, without any of us realizing it, this little group has started to feel like family.

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

"I'm next... They said I was next. I knew too much, Tommy, his kid...the hit. I was going to pay and she was coming after me." "Dude, listen: you've had a lot to drink, you just lost your friend and now you're talking crazy... We're taking you home, oscar mike, let's go. These freaking people are bats. Alright? This crap about summoning demons and curses, and freaking suicides are freaking Scooby Doo crap, and I ain't buying it... You buying it, Cohan? You're an old timer, seen and been in the crap more than we have." "Take him home, lad," said Cohan. "Let him sleep it off. He'll be alright... It's just the same ole Halloween shite that has plagued this town forever. Some things just never c

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” The doorbell rang downstairs, the first of the guests arriving early. “Showtime,” Tobi said with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was nervous, she realized. The great Tobi, master tattoo artist, unflappable in the face of pain and blood and demanding clients, was nervous about tonight.