Scooby Toilet Novels & Stories

All the mod cons. I opened the door expecting the usual hole in the ground, but was stunned to find an actual toilet, with a wooden seat. There was no flush, so it was probably just a deep hole with a chair over it, but it felt like I’d just walked into the penthouse suite of some fancy hotel. There was even toilet paper! Well, a stack of dried leaves, but they really felt smooth and soft. I sat there, enjoying the near normality, when the sound of water splashing told me someone was probably washing their hands in the trough. I then overheard the following conversation:

“Is this where future folks performed their ablutions?” The décor of the bathroom was unfamiliar to Silvia, she had to use her keen sense of discernment to figure out the use of the toilet and how to operate the shower. She learnt how to interact with the faucet after watching chad outdoors earlier. The toilet gave her a bit of trouble though. When she discovered the flush functionality, Amich played with the nob until he emptied the tank. He waited until it was full before he start playing with it again.

Scott wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to the wheelchair-accessible bathroom just off Grant's cubicle. Once inside, Jackie dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and retched. Scott soaked a paper towel with cool water, pressing it to the back of her neck as she was sick again. After kneeling there for a moment, she reached up and flushed the toilet before shakily standing up. Scott handed her another damp towel to wipe her face. "Are you okay?" he asked. He watched her swallow hard and nod.

First it tripped out of the bathtub. *CRASH!* Then the unicow knocked into the medicine cabinet and spilled all the bottles. *MOO! CLATTER!* Then the unicow accidentally flushed the toilet. *FLUSH!* Then it started licking the shower curtain again. *SLURP!* “Unicow!” Sophia whispered. “Hurry up!” The unicow trotted into the hallway, tangled up in toilet paper. Before Sophia could react, she heard her dad’s voice behind her. “Sophia?” “Aah!” yelled Sophia. She quickly stood in front of the unicow to try to block it from her dad’s view. Behind her, the unicow’s tail swiped a vase on a table. Sophia caught the vase just before it hit the floor.

I sighed then fulfilled her request. She stepped out of the bathroom while fiddling with her fingers. She was avoiding eye contact. Just then, the noise of the flushing water from the toilet made her jump. "What --is that? Did the toilet flush itself? " She seemed horrified. "Yes. It's automated. " I explained. "Cool. " She mumbled, then continued fiddling with her fingers. "Now, may I know why you're like this? Drunk? I thought that you guys were studying for tomorrow's exams."

The food starts shooting past her fingers out of her mouth. Like a fire hose, Charlene couldn't contain it any longer. Seth said thank god for self-cleaning bathrooms. While Charlene was vomiting in the toilet bowl. On leaving the bathroom, Seth pushed a panel and the bathroom. It began to self-clean itself, water swishing everywhere, sanitizing itself and then closing itself back up into the wall. Charlene said to ReNew. I won't do that again. Sorry renew!! I can't unsee what I just saw, disgusting ewe!! ReNew stuck her tongue out in disgust.

she grumbled as she plunged the toilet. After hours of battling with the toilet, she let out a triumphant groan as she finally emerged victorious. Tossing the toilet brush to the side, she flushed the toilet with gusto. Grunting, she made her way back, ready to push the trolley out, when she heard voices coming from inside.

“With all the upgrades I did, it only gets a fine.” “What can I say? I’m simplistic. I’m surprised I haven’t blown the house up, with how many upgrades you put in here. There’s even fucking buttons on the toilet.” “That’s a fancy toilet with heating, cooling, and a bidet.” “You would need to be a rocket scientist to be able to flush the damn toilet.” Murphey chuckled. “Stop looking around like a lost puppy and relax. You have time to recuperate, so use it.” I looked up at the camera that was in the kitchen and flipped it off.

“Can I touch it?” “No. You can climb it.” “Really?!” “No.” I smiled. “But let’s pretend we almost did and run away.” We laughed and moved from aisle to aisle, picking out sour belts, chocolate frogs, marshmallow slime, and—of course—the poop-shaped truffles. “They even have a glitter toilet!” Egi gasped, pointing at the photo booth. “Can we sit on it?” “You’re asking the wrong person,” I said. “I live for glitter toilets.”

We had four up here, just one room private rooms, but it was easy enough to see where it was coming from. Sure enough I found the overflowing toilet, complete with water coming out the bottom of it too. I knew right away what happened because one of my sister’s friends had done it once. Some damn chick flushed a tampon or something. I just knew it. It didn’t smell like poop so that had to be it. “Christ,” I heard, as Slade ran in. “Gotta turn off the water, any clue where it is,” I asked. He shook his head. “Two plumbers are on the way and a clean up crew,” he said, and I nearly laughed.