Rayman Legends Adventures in Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island/Script

It was a typical lazy weekend afternoon at the Brisby house until there was a ring at the door.
Basil responded the door, and after half a moment, he called out. "Darla, your grandmother is here!"
"Actually, Basil, I was hoping to speak to all of you since you're little Darla's family as well," Auntie Shrew grinned.
"Oh, of course, please do come in," Basil said.
Auntie Shrew grinned and walked inside the house.
Darla looked over and beamed. "Nana!"
"Hello, darling..." Auntie Shrew hugged her granddaughter.
"Well, are we up for the usual," Darla asked, "some shopping, lunch, and a movie?"
"Actually, darling, I was wondering if you and your friends and new family would like to visit Louisiana next week," Auntie Shrew invited.
"Why? What's going on in Louisiana," Darla asked.
"I thought you'd like a little vacation," Auntie Shrew grinned, "that, and I hear your friends in Mystery Inc are going to be filming there for a special with that Daphne Blake girl to meet Simone Lenoir and Lena Dupree."
Martin overheard these names and looked a little suspicious and concerned.
"I'd like you all to come with me..." Auntie Shrew grinned.
"I'm afraid I have to work and so does Riley, but I wish the children would love to," Basil grinned, "you wanna have Amber with you, Darla?"
"I'd love that," Darla beamed about having a vacation with her best friend.
"Can I come as well," Patch grinned.
"Of course you can...." Darla said, but looked up to her grandmother, "uh, he can, right?"
"Whoever you and your brother would like, darling," Auntie Shrew allowed with a grin.
"Then I think we know who Martin would like to join us," Patch snickered.
Martin grinned bashfully. "You think Cynthia wouldn't mind?"
"I didn't say Cynthia, now did I," Patch teased.
"You didn't need to," Darla also teased.
"Go ahead and ask her if she would like to come, darling," Auntie Shrew grinned.
Auntie Shrew grinned bashfully and went to do just that.
"Are you going to ask that Amber girl, sugar," Auntie Shrew asked Darla.
"Yes, she's my best friend," Darla grinned, "I'd really like you to meet my friend Annabelle though, I don't have adventures with her often."
"I can warn," Auntie Shrew grinned.
Darla grinned back.
"Guess I better warn the others I'll be going off for a little while," Patch decided.
"That would be best, sugar," Auntie Shrew said.
Darla grinned and hugged her grandmother.
Then Patch went out the doggy door to pay a visit to Shelter 17. And where he used his magic to get there much faster. It was a typical day at the shelter so far. Patch walked out to meet the others, but got tackled slightly.
"Hi, Patch," Rebound smirked with her tail wagging emotionally, "wanna play? Right? Right? Right? Right?!"
"I'm sorry, Rebound, I can't today; I'm gonna be gone for a while on vacation," Patch said.
"Aww..." Rebound pouted.
Then Patch gently got her off. "Um, we'll play if I get back?"
"YES," Rebound cheered.
"I thought that might cheer you up," Patch grinned.
Rebound chortled emotionally. "Where're you coming back?"
"Soon," Patch chuckled and walked off to warn Lucky and Cookie, "really soon..."
"Alright then, I'll wait," Rebound grinned.
"Hopefully..." Patch whispered as he came to his parental figures.
Lucky and Cookie were sitting together and seemed to be laughing to each other's company.
Then Lucky pushed a bone with a bow over to Cookie. "Um, I thought you'd like this as a gift."
"Oh, Lucky, how thoughtful," Cookie grinned.
"Anything for you....." Lucky grinned bashfully.
Patch put his paw to his muzzle and coughed slightly. Then Lucky and Cookie blushed and looked over to the puppy.
"Hey, Lucky, hey, Cookie, can I speak with you two for a second," Patch asked.
"Sure, darling, you know you can speak to us about anything," Cookie grinned warmly like a true surrogate mother.
"What's up, son," Lucky grinned as well.
"Well, you see, I'm gonna be going on a vacation to Louisiana," Patch said.
"Oh, is that right," Cookie asked, "Martin's aunt?"
"Darla's grandmother," Patch corrected, "you remember, her father used to be the King of Mardi Gras?"
"Ohh, yes," Cookie grinned.
"Where you headed then," Lucky asked, "New Orleans?"
"I'll just need to see, but I'll bring you back something," Patch promised.
"Sure," Lucky grinned.
"Be safe now, ya hear," Cookie grinned.
"Yes, ma'am," Patch nodded once to her.
"Sure," Cookie grinned.
Patch nuzzled against them with a small grin. "I love you guys so much."
"We love you as well," Lucky and Cookie grinned.
Patch grinned back and wiped his eye with his paw with a small sniffle.
"We'll miss you as well, buddy," Lucky said.
Patch nodded and then decided to get going. "Warn the others I said farewell."
"We promise," Cookie nodded.
Patch grinned back before teleporting off. Then Lucky and Cookie grinned bashfully to each other as Patch went away.
Darla came to visit the Brisby house to invite Annabelle on the trip along with her and Amber.
"Louisiana, right," Annabelle asked as she was polishing a wand while sitting on her bed.
"Yes," Darla nodded.
"I've never been there....." Annabelle grinned to Darla.
"Well, would you like to come," Darla invited, "I'd also like you to meet my grandmother, she's from there."
"Hang on..." Annabelle said, but came over to Oliver, "Dad, can I go to Louisiana with Darla and Amber?"
"Of course you can," Oliver grinned.
"Thanks, Daddy," Annabelle grinned and hugged her father.
Oliver grinned back and hugged his daughter back. "I'm so glad you're making friends."
"Same here," Annabelle grinned.
Oliver gently patted Annabelle on the head.
Then Annabelle came back in her room to meet Darla. "He said yes."
"Yay," Darla cheered.
Annabelle laughed with Darla and the girls hugged each other.
At the Smith house....
"I should be able to......" Amber replied as she was sitting on her piano bench in the living room with the other two girls on the couch, "your grandmother won't mind, right?"
"Not at all," Darla grinned, "she's always wanted to meet my friends."
"Sure," Amber grinned.
"Well, that's all of us then," Darla grinned back, "now just for Martin to warn Cynthia and Teresa."
"Yes," Annabelle grinned.
Meanwhile, with Martin...
Martin had a flower in his hand as he was coming to the Brown house to invite Cynthia for the trip. "Well, Cynthia, Darla's grandmother is in town, and she's gonna take us all out to Louisiana, if you wanna come, I mean, only if you want....." he held out the flower as he practiced an invitation, "I would be honored if you would join us."
"Martin," Cynthia's voice asked.
Martin's eyes widened, but turned to Cynthia.
"What's up," Cynthia asked as she had Junior in his stroller.
"Um, w-well then, Cynthia, Darla's grandmother is in town, and she's gonna take us all out to Louisiana, if you wanna come, I mean, only if you want....." he held out the flower to her, "I would be honored if you would join us."
"Oh, that sounds marvelous....." Cynthia grinned to the invitation.
"Then you'll come," Martin grinned.
"I would love to," Cynthia grinned back.
Martin grinned, but she looked away happily and he was about to kiss her, until...Junior guffawed and hit Martin with his rustle.
"Junior," Cynthia called sharply to her baby brother.
"It's alright, it didn't hurt," Martin grinned.
Junior just cooed and chortled.
Cynthia bent down and picked up her baby brother. "What am I going to do with you?"
Junior only seemed to guffaw. Martin gently patted the boy on his head. Then Junior yawned and nuzzled up against Cynthia.
Then Cynthia put Junior back down in the stroller. "I better take him in for his nap."
"Alright," Martin grinned.
Cynthia grinned back and pushed the stroller gently back to her home. Martin decided to walk with her and held out the flower for her.
Cynthia sniggered. "I think you like me, Martin Brisby."
"C-Can't I just give you a flower while wanting to be a gentleman," Martin said while blushing.
Cynthia took the flower with a small snark, "get over yourself, Houseboy."
"Don't you mean 'Strongman'," Martin snickered back.
"Whatever..." Cynthia laughed as she put the flower in her auburn hair.
"It looks pretty on you," Martin grinned.
Cynthia grinned bashfully to that.
"Well, I better go and invite Teresa next," Martin said.
"See you around," Cynthia grinned as she took her baby brother home.
Martin grinned as he waved farewell to her and went to see his best friend. And where he knew that she would accept his invitation. Teresa was writing in her dream journal as Martin came.
"Hey, Teresa," Martin grinned.
"Martin..." Teresa looked over after putting her pencil in her book and closed it.
"You wanna come with me to Louisiana," Martin asked.
"It's not Mardi Gras....." Teresa said.
"I know, but Darla's grandmother invited us to come with her..." Martin replied.
"I feel like Justin said something about Louisiana..." Teresa replied shifty.
"The Mystery Inc will be there," Martin grinned.
"Can't be that, but I'm in..." Teresa replied, "I just have a weird feeling."
"We'll soon find out if we get there," Martin said.
"Where're we going," Teresa asked.
"Next week," Martin said to her.
Then Teresa went to her calendar and marked this in. "Alright, I'll remember," she said.
"Thanks, you're the best," Martin said.
"Uh-huh..." Teresa hummed as she had that as a reminder.
Then soon Martin left to get back to his house.
Darla was in her room, getting ready as her invitations were set.
"Well, Dad, you have work as the Indian King," Martin asked.
"Yes, I have to work in a conference with Fievel and Tanya," Basil replied, "there's a strange case going on the world with something called 'werecats'."
"That is strange," Martin said.
"I'm going with him just to make sure facts are alright," Riley said, "I may not be a witch or a female Native American, but he might need some help."
Basil nodded in agreement.
"I'll go pack," Martin said, but went to get his stuff ready for since Mrs. Brisby would come to take them to Louisiana.
"Ready to get packing," Patch asked.
"Yes, let's go," Martin grinned to him.
Patch grinned back and joined him.
"I'm concerned about the werecats, Mrs. Brisby," Basil said to his wife, "what if they get to the children?"
"I wish Martin can handle them," Mrs. Brisby said.
"I hope so..." Basil said.
"Same here," Mrs. Brisby sighed.
Basil hugged Mrs. Brisby with a small sigh. Soon Mrs. Brisby hugged him back.
Roughly a week later......
Darla and Amber were on the floor, playing an army game with Alvin and Cody. Then there was suddenly a moon glow on the army field, which exploded the boys' side.
"Victory is ours," Darla cheered.
"This is so unfair, Darla, no Moon Staffs allowed," Cody frowned.
"You're just lucky she didn't send Maisy into battle," Amber chortled.
"Yes," Darla guffawed as well in agreement with her best friend.
Maisy poked her head out of the army box. Then Cody and Alvin stood up and Alvin collected his army soldiers.
"We'll get you tomorrow, girls," Cody threatened as he left with the chipmunk boy out the front door.
"Not tomorrow," Darla replied, "my Nana's coming over and she's taking all of us to Louisiana! It's an adventure fact......"
Then the phone rang and Mrs. Brisby responded it.
"Hello," Mrs. Brisby replied as Darla and Amber said farewell to the boys. "Oh, hello, Auntie Shrew..." her voice grew soft, "oh...yes, I wish they'll understand......"
"Oh, I just can't wait," Darla grinned.
"Yes, she's right here..." Mrs. Brisby said, but put the phone down, "that was your grandmother, Darla, she can't take you and the others to Louisiana, she has to help her friends with a convention out of the country."
"Noooooo," Darla moaned in dismay.
"She wants to speak to you," Mrs. Brisby said as she tried to hold out the phone to Darla, but the girl ran away and went up to her room in disappointment, "Darla!"
"What's wrong with Darla," Patch asked.
Mrs. Brisby went back on the phone to finish up the call.
"Darla's Nana can't take us to Louisiana," Amber frowned to Patch.
"That's horrible," Patch frowned.
Darla was lying in her bed with her face buried in her pillow. Mrs. Brisby gently knocked on the door.
"Go away, Mrs. Brisby," Darla sniffled, sounding quite miserable.
"I know, darling..." Mrs. Brisby came in anyhow and hugged Darla consolingly, "I'm sorry...and so is your grandmother...I wish you'd speak with her on the phone though, she had a wonderful surprise for you all."
"A wonderful surprise," Darla asked.
"Yes," Mrs. Brisby replied, "as it seems, it's Daphne's birthday, and your grandmother has offered to have Mystery Inc come pick up Daphne as a surprise for her as well and you all can go with Mystery Inc all the road to Louisiana and they can come back and drop you off since your father and I won't be able to take you there."
"This is a wonderful surprise," Darla grinned.
Mrs. Brisby grinned back, but looked at the time. "Excuse me, but I need to meet your father in the linen closet."
Darla hugged her. "Farewell."
"Thanks," Mrs. Brisby grinned.
Darla gently patted her on the back. Then Mrs. Brisby left her room to go upstairs and meet her husband and the others into the Netherworld. Darla decided to go warn Martin the wonderful surprise.
"You gave Mo a flower," Patch teased.
"Hush up..." Martin said as he was reading one of his books.
Patch snickered while he watched his master exercise while reading the book. Then there was thunder and lightning heard from outside the door.
"Mum and Dad must be in the Supernatural Realm now," Martin noted.
Then they heard someone knocking on the door.
"I'll get it," Martin set his book down and went out of his room. And where he saw Darla with a big grin as big as his muscles. "Hey, jocko," he grinned to his little sister.
"Guess who's picking us up," Darla grinned.
"I thought your grandmother was coming," Martin replied.
"Change of plans," Darla replied.
"What kind of changes," Martin asked as he lifted up one of the weights.
"Well, Nana can't take us," Darla explained, "she said Mystery Inc themselves is coming to pick us up and drop us off back home."
"That's awesome," Martin grinned.
Darla grinned back with eager emotion.
"This is so awesome," Martin grinned while lifting up his dumbbell weight.
Darla chortled. "Warn me about it!"
Then Amber and Darla sat on the front porch and waiting for Mystery Inc to come pick them up and take them to Louisiana. Soon Martin and Patch came out, joining them.
"Any sign yet," Patch called.
"Not yet," Amber replied.
Soon Cynthia and Teresa arrived.
"Has the van come yet," Teresa asked.
"No, you came at a best time," Martin replied.
"I do wonder where they could be," Cynthia said.
"Perhaps Shaggy and Scooby wanted to stop at Burger King," Teresa guessed.
A little while later, a vehicle with Fred as soon as the driver arrived.
"Eventually," Patch beamed and his tail wagged emotionally.
"Patch, I know you're emotional, but could you tone it down a little," Teresa winced, "you're getting dust on my glasses!"
"Oops, I'm sorry," Patch said, stopping his tail.
Patch gave a really bright grin to Daphne.
"Hi there," Daphne grinned and gave him a gentle pat on the head.
"Sure has been a while since we've seen you, Daphne," Patch grinned.
"Yes, I guess I've been so busy," Daphne grinned back, "I seemed to even forget my own birthday."
"Don't you have a calendar in your room," Cynthia asked.
"Ah, busy schedules get the best of us, Cynthia," Teresa said, "sometimes if finals are in school, I get so busy with them that I forget about everything else around me."
"Wow," Cynthia said.
"Well, are we ready now," Patch asked.
"No, not yet," Martin said.
"Aww..." Patch moaned, "now what?"
Soon Martin took down the Happy Birthday sign on the side of the vehicle to show the words "Mystery Machine". Daphne grinned at that.
"Happy Birthday, Daph," Cynthia grinned, "I'm glad to be here."
"And I'm glad you're here as well," Daphne grinned.
"Now we're off to Louisiana," Darla grinned in emotion.
"This is going to be emotional," Patch grinned.
Once they were all set, they loaded up and were now traveling down the road.
"I'm sorry about your snacks, Scooby," Amber said as she took out a baggy of dog biscuits, "would you like to try some of these biscuits?"
Scooby grinned as that sounded interesting.
Then Amber took out a biscuit for him. "Here you go, Scooby."
Soon Scooby ate it where he seemed to like it better than the stale Scooby Snacks.
"You like that, right, boy," Amber grinned to the Grand Dane, "I thought you would."
"I know Lucky misses them..." Patch chuckled, "as in, my brother, not Lucky in Shelter 17."
"Yes, Lucky seems very fond of me..." Amber guffawed.
"I noticed that," Patch grinned.
"Would you like one as well," Amber offered to Patch.
"Yes, please," Patch nodded.
Then Amber gave him one of her biscuits.
"Like, mind if I try," Shaggy asked.
"Um, sure," Amber said oddly. Then she shared biscuits with him.
Shaggy took one of them and happily ate one.
"Eww..." Darla and Amber looked slightly grossed out.
"I know," Patch whispered.
Teresa yawned and looked rather sleepy.
"Not sleep well last night, Teresa," Martin asked.
"I felt sleepy, but I didn't get much where we could make it to the van..." Teresa said groggily, "mind if I nap on the road?"
"Sure," Martin shrugged.
Teresa yawned as she got comfortable and cuddled down to take a little nap.
"She has weird sleep patterns......" Cynthia said to Martin, "she's awake a lot more at night and very tired during the day."
"Yes, it's like she's a vampire," Martin said.
Teresa shook a chill down her spine as she went to sleep. Martin and Cynthia glanced to Teresa strangely for that, but then continued to speak with each other.
"Alright, looks like we're ready to go now," Patch said.
"I certainly hope so......" Darla was anxious to go to Louisiana ever since her first adventure there, "luckily, we don't have to concern about that Shadow Man ever again."
"Yes," Martin said.
Darla emotionally looked out the window before yawning slightly.
"Tired," Amber asked.
"A little bit...." Darla admitted, "I didn't sleep much last night."
"Emotional," Amber asked before laughing.
"Yes..." Darla laughed sheepishly.
"I knew it," Amber grinned.
Darla grinned sleepily.
"Get some rest, if you wake up, we should be there," Amber suggested.
"Yes," Annabelle grinned.
Darla grinned sleepily and decided to take a nap. Annabelle held her backpack close as it seemed to shake slightly.
"Annabelle, I think something's moving in your bag," Cynthia said.
Annabelle grinned hesitantly.
"What's in there..." Cynthia grinned suspiciously.
Annabelle sighed, but she reached into her bag and took out a magic wand, which was glowing slightly.
"You brought your magic wand," Cynthia asked.
"It might be reluctant......" Annabelle replied, "you never know if you might need it and perhaps some of Murray's help."
"You yet speak with Murray," Amber asked with a small grin.
"Well, yes," Annabelle grinned back, "he is my fairy godfather."
"Nice point," Martin said.
"I hope I get to meet the Winx Club someday..." Annabelle sounded hopeful.
"I wish you will," Amber grinned.
"I've been wishing for it every night..." Annabelle admitted, "I had a feeling something weird might happen while we visit Louisiana."
"It just might," Martin said.
"I'm just saying, we've had that one adventure together with Claudia and Discord..." Annabelle reminded.
"That's true," Patch said.
Annabelle grinned to Patch and gently petted him. "I've always hoped that I could adopt Boots as my very own dog, but since she lives with Fluttershy and Discord in Equestria now, it's probably for the best."
"Perhaps you'll find your pet in Louisiana," Patch grinned.
Annabelle grinned back.
And soon after they all got in the Mystery Machine, they were away to Louisiana. Teresa and Darla slept on the road as it would be a long drive. And where it would be a long drive and a boat ride and another drive to their destination. Martin awakened at one point a little too early, where he decided to read one of the books he brought along with him.
Then Cynthia nuzzled against him in her sleep. Martin grinned down at her before he turned back into his book. Cynthia nuzzled as she slept gently. Martin grinned happy that Cynthia was comfortable.
"Hello, Martin..." Twilight's voice said in the book, "if you ever need anything, you know where to find me."
Martin did a double take. "Twilight?!"
"Hey, I found a road to speak through books," Twilight's voice grinned.
"Heh..." Martin chuckled, "well, it's nice to hear from you."
"I wanted you to meet somepony," Twilight grinned, but had a cream-colored unicorn with red violet mane in a blue sweater with black glasses, "Moon Dancer, this is my best friend in this universe, Martin, Martin, this is Moon Dancer, a best friend of mine from Canterlot."
"It's nice to meet you, Moon Dancer," Martin grinned.
"Nice to meet you as well, Sir Martin," Moon Dancer bowed.
"Sir Martin," Martin asked with a laugh.
"Well, of course," Moon Dancer replied, "you are an alicorn in Equestria after all."
"Oh, right, well, you can just call me Martin," Martin grinned.
"Alright, Martin," Moon Dancer said.
"Twilight, I didn't know you had friends in Canterlot," Martin grinned.
Twilight hid a slight flinch. "Um, yes...remember Cadence's bridesmaids at her and Shining Armor's wedding?"
"Yes," Martin nodded.
"They were my friends before I was warned to come to Ponyville," Twilight explained, "in fact, I was invited to a festival by Moon Dancer, but I warned them that I had lots of studying to do. Of course, you and Teresa have been best friends all your lives, where that never happened to you, right?"
"Uhh...something like that...." Martin shrugged as he thought back.
*Flashback to an Orphanage*
Elena threw Miguel's Ernesto stuff on the ground.
"What is all this? You keep secrets from your own family," Elena asked in disbelief.
"It’s all that time he spends in the plaza," Berto said.
"Fills his head with crazy fantasies," Gloria added and Rarity gasped.
"It’s not a fantasy," Miguel said firmly, "that man was Ernesto de la Cruz! The biggest musician of all time!"
"We’ve never known anything about this man! But whoever he was, he yet abandoned his family. This is no future for my son," Enrique said.
"But, Papa! You said my family would guide me! Well, de la Cruz, he is my family! I'm supposed to play music," Miguel said.
"Never! That man’s music was a curse. I will not allow it," Elena said.
"If you would just let....." Miguel tried to speak.
"Miguel...you will listen to your family. No more music," Enrique said strictly.
"Just listen to me play," Miguel said.
"End of argument," Enrique declared.
Miguel tried to play the guitar, but Elena snatched the guitar apart from Miguel.
"You want to end up like that man? Forgotten? Left away your family’s offering," Elena warned him.
"I don't care if I'm on some foolish offering," Miguel said, now frustrated.
The family gasped upon seeing this, but Elena lifted the guitar, ready to destroy it.
"No," Miguel said.
"Mama," Enrique sounded shocked, as well.
But Elena destroyed Miguel's guitar. Miguel was shocked to hear the worst news.
"There. No guitar. No music," Elena said, "oh, come. You'll feel better after you eat with your family."
"And I don't want to be in this family," Miguel said before running off in tears and took the picture.
Meanwhile, everything in Frank's body was falling apart.
Up in the uvula, Leah, Drix and the police chief were waiting for Jones to come back.
"He's not coming back. He's not gonna make it," Leah said as she started weeping and Drix started consoling her.
Then Frank's pulse stopped.
Shane broke free from the nurse and she ran over to her father's side as the doctors started giving up.
"Daddy! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that to you! I don't blame you at all for Mum's death! I didn't mean any of it! You're the biggest dad in the entire world," Shane said, starting to weep.
*End of Flashback*
Martin sighed with a small laugh. "Teresa was so difficult."
"Wait, so studies did kind of get in the fashion of your friendship," Twilight asked.
"Not really, mostly because we didn't go to school then," Martin explained, "we just had tutors in the orphanage and we didn't go to school after Cinderella's father adopted us, of course."
"That's nice to know," Twilight said.
Martin grinned. Twilight and Moon Dancer grinned back.
"And looks like you've had yourself a sleeping beauty," Twilight playfully snickered.
Martin blushed and looked down to the sleeping Cynthia. "Yes, I should say so...." he laughed weakly.
"Then why don't you kiss her," Moon Dancer asked.
"I don't wanna bother her while she's sleeping..." Martin grinned sheepishly.
Twilight narrowed her eyes with a snigger and eyebrow hook.
"No, really," Martin grinned sheepishly.
"I don't think she'll mind," Twilight existed.
"Yes," Moon Dancer nodded in agreement.
Martin blushed as he looked down to Cynthia, though her eyes were covered due to her bow pulled down over them.
"Go ahead, kiss her," Twilight grinned.
"Kiss her," Moon Dancer chanted, "kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"
Soon Martin took a deep breath and then he leaned in to kiss Cynthia. Then there was suddenly a bump, which awakened Cynthia, but she moved her bow up. Martin leaned in closer as he was about to kiss Cynthia. Then Cynthia snickered and leaned upward and kissed him on the lips to surprise him. This caused for Twilight and Moon Dancer to chortle. Martin turned bright red while Cynthia had a snigger to him.
"Looks like that didn't go the fashion Martin had intended," Twilight guffawed.
"A kiss is just a kiss," Moon Dancer also chortled.
Martin firmly pouted and closed the book shut as the equine girls laughed teasingly.
"Oh, c'mon, they're just teasing," Cynthia snickered.
"I know..." Martin looked away shyly.
Cynthia simply rolled her eyes with a playful grin. Martin grinned shyly to her.
"You...are...a...goofball..." Cynthia ran her fingers up his chest and then dabbed him playfully on the nose.
Martin blushed a bit.
"I didn't know strong guys blushed," Cynthia sniggered playfully.
"Oh, c'mon now, it's perfectly normal......" Martin grinned shyly.
"I know, I'm just--I'm just joking," Cynthia grinned.
Martin rolled his eyes while slightly sticking his tongue out. "If this is you now, I do wonder how you'd be as a mother."
"The children would listen to me," Cynthia replied.
"Oh, how so," Martin asked.
"They'd like me better," Cynthia grinned boastfully.
"I wish one of them would be like you," Martin snickered.
"Yes, because I'm awesome," Cynthia laughed.
"You sound just like Rainbow Dash," Martin sniggered.
"No, Rainbow Dash sounds like me and you are like Twilight," Cynthia retorted playfully.
"Oh, ha, ha, ha," Martin pouted playfully.
Cynthia just laughed and ruffled up his fur.
"Hey," Martin laughed.
Cynthia laughed back with him. Fred and Daphne turned back to the two and had small snickers. Cynthia continued laughing until she touched one of Martin's muscles. Martin laughed, but noticed she stopped. Then he noticed what she was looking at and where he gave him an idea how to entertain her. Cynthia grinned to him. Martin grinned back and showed her a best time. Soon they arrived at the boat.
Darla hummed dreamily in her sleep.
"Wake up, Darla, we're here," Amber said.
"Five more moments...." Darla mumbled.
Patch came up to Darla's face, but licked her.
"OK! That's it! I'm awake," Darla guffawed.
Patch grinned to her. "Sure!"
Soon, Patch and Scooby looked outside one of the windows. There was a young woman who was traveling and getting some groceries. Patch grinned and waved at the woman.
"Who is that," Annabelle wondered.
"I hope someone who can help show us around," Patch turned back to her.
"Oh, that's our new friend," Fred grinned.
"New friend," Patch asked hopefully.
"Let's get to work and then get some food before we find this certain house," Fred suggested.
"More waiting," Darla pouted.
"I know," Amber moaned.
"Ugh," Darla moaned herself and flopped back.
"So boring," Annabelle moaned.
"Now, calm down, it'll be just fine," Daphne promised.
The little girls scoffed and rolled their eyes as they had certain work done before they would stop at a Cajun Restaurant to speak about their progress.
"Some food would be nice," Cynthia said.
"Well, c'mon and you guys can have whatever you want," Fred grinned.
Then Teresa awakened and held her stomach, feeling instantly hungry.
"Then, let's go find some food," Patch grinned.
With that said, they all came out of the van and decided to take a break from their latest going around until they would get on the road, speaking about a place called "Moonscar Island".
"Hopefully someone who knows the island well enough can come with," Cynthia said.
"Yes, but who," Darla asked, "my Nana's busy with Naveen and Tiana."
"Who knows," Martin shrugged.
"What I want is a house that's really haunted," Daphne said as they ate, "I mean, there must be one somewhere in Louisiana."
"There is," a female voice called out to them.
"Who said that," Martin asked, looking for the source.
"Over here..." a young woman said. She had long black hair with a red headband like apparel on her head, golden hoop earrings, a red vest with a lavender top, red skirt and red shoes. "I work in it. I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. I work as a chef at a house on Moonscar Island, a house that is really haunted."
"Jinkies," Velma commented.
"My name is Lena," the woman introduced herself, "Lena Dupree."
"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Dupree; my name is---" Martin said, about to introduce himself.
"Oh, you don't have to introduce yourself, I already know who you are, Martin Brisby," Lena grinned.
"You know his name," Teresa asked in surprise.
"Of course I do so, who doesn't," Lena chortled.
Martin grinned shyly in response.
"And these are Cynthia Brisby and Teresa Brisby," Lena noticed the other adventurers, but glanced to Darla, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
"You mean in a movie," Darla highly assumed.
"I don't think so, we don't have television out here," Lena said.
"No television," Annabelle's blue eyes widened.
"But we do get the newspapers delivered," Lena grinned.
Darla looked a little hesitant.
"Don't worry, I know that you have changed your fashions since that little incident," Lena said.
"Oh...thanks..." Darla grinned to that.
"You yet remind me of someone I once knew..." Lena said, "it'll come to me at last though."
"Well, where's Moonscar Island," Daphne asked the Cajun woman.
"It's in the bayou not far from here," Lena explained, "a pirate named Morgan Moonscar died on the island and his spirit yet haunts the place."
"Perhaps he's trying to get revenge or something," Martin said.
'Uh-huh..." Fred sounded doubtful, "well, no offense, Lena, but it's probably an old man dressed up in a pirate suit, trying to frighten away the local children."
"The ghost is real," Lena existed, "of course, if you're too afraid to go--"
"Us afraid? No, no, we're not afraid," Martin said.
""If you want to check it out, you're welcome to come side-by-side," Lena invited, "I'll be leaving as soon as I'm done shopping."
"Well, uh, we'll think about it....." Fred replied before looking to the others, "well, what do you think?"
"If it's a real haunted house, I say let's go for it," Martin said, "besides we've faced a witch's ghost."
"And a rather wicked descendant of that witch's ghost..." Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, who are inside spell books," Martin snickered.
"Hopefully, we'll never see these guys again..." Teresa agreed.
"What do we have to lose," Daphne sounded emotional, "it's the best lead we had all day."
"That's true," Cynthia nodded in agreement.
"Huh...I better do some research on this island..." Teresa said, "I brought my laptop with me."
"Sure," Martin said.
Teresa took out her laptop and decided to look up this "Morgan Moonscar". Velma began to also do research on the island.
"Adventure..." Annabelle grinned emotionally.
"So emotional," Amber grinned.
"Yes," Annabelle beamed, "I haven't had one in a long time!"
"It sure has been a while," Darla grinned.
"That's why I'm so emotional," Annabelle grinned back.
"Found it," Teresa called out.
"What'd you find," Martin came to her side.
"Apparently, the island is roaming with zombies," Teresa informed, "that, and there have been mysterious disappearances around the island for years!"
"Sounds like a mystery waiting to be solved," Martin said.
"Sounds nice to me," Fred said, "especially that Lena, she's pretty..."
"Fred..." Daphne said in a warning tone of voice.
"I thought she would look best for the footage for our segment," Fred covered up.
"Nice cover up," Martin sniggered.
Fred grinned hesitantly and shyly.
"Well, this island sounds promising anyhow," Daphne replied, "we better find Shaggy, Scooby, Patch and the girls before Lena takes off."
"Where are they any matter," Fred asked.
"I'll give you one hint; food," Martin snickered.
"Of course..." Teresa darkly sniggered herself.
The others were past a place called Pierre's Poor Boy's Sandwich Shop.
"These guys eat more than Charlie at Thanksgiving," Annabelle laughed.
"And Rolly," Amber added with a laugh herself.
"Sounds like it," Martin laughed.
"I see you boys like it hot," the man behind the concession stand chuckled to Shaggy and Scooby.
"Like, more hotter, more better, right, Scoob," Shaggy asked.
"Ro' rotter, ro' retter," Scooby agreed.
"Just remember you guys save some for me," Patch warned as they were given their sandwich.
"Like, don't worry, Patch, we will," Shaggy grinned.
"Sure," Patch grinned.
Soon they added peppers on their sandwiches.
Patch sniffed the vegetables. "Peppers..."
"You like peppers, Patch," Shaggy asked.
"Never tried them before," Patch said.
Shaggy took out one pepper and held it out to the dalmatian puppy. Then Patch bit into the pepper and ate it, looking calm at first.
"Wow, like you're taking that rather well," Shaggy grinned.
"Yes, I don't get what the big deal i--" Patch replied, but then he started to sweat despite not having sweat glands and his face seemed to turn a spicy hot red and he yelled out like his mouth was on fire. "HAAAAAWWWWWWWWT," he shivered and rushed to a body of water and drowned his muzzle into it to cool himself off.
"Looks like his mouth couldn't handle the heat," Shaggy said.
Patch shivered and relaxed himself as steam seemed to come out of his ears.
"Here you go," Amber handed Patch a carton of milk for the spiciness.
"Oh, thank you," Patch grinned before chugging down the milk.
"Better," Amber grinned.
"Much..." Patch licked his muzzle after he guzzled down the milk, "thank you so much, Amber."
"You're welcome," Amber grinned.
Patch felt a lot better and shook a shudder. "No more peppers for me......"
"If you guys are ready, we must get going," Velma walked over to the others.
"Why? Where are we going," Patch asked.
"That kind woman named Lena offered to give us some help and we're going to see this creepy house..." Velma sounded emotional about the creepy atmosphere.
"Cool! Then it'll be like a mystery," Patch grinned.
"That's what Daphne is hoping for," Velma grinned back.
"Well, let's hope so as well," Patch said.
After getting enough food, everyone returned to the Mystery Machine and were going to follow this Lena.
"That woman seems familiar somehow..." Martin said to himself.
"I know what you mean....." Darla agreed.
"How come," Cynthia asked.
"I'm not sure, she just seems familiar..." Darla scratched her head in thought, "like...I saw her in a dream perhaps..."
"Same here," Martin said.
"I wish you guys are just imagining facts..." Cynthia merely shrugged.
"Perhaps..." Martin and Darla said.
Teresa seemed to have similar thoughts, but she didn't say anything.
"Well, are we all ready," Patch asked.
"I'm ready if you all are," Fred said as he got into the driver's seat.
"We're ready," Everyone said.
"Alright, let's go then," Fred said as he started the van and drove away once they were set.
And where they started to follow Lena. As they were driving, Lena was leading them to the docks to meet a ferryman.
"Ooh, a ferry," Amber grinned.
Teresa yawned as she seemed to doze away again.
"She sleeps a lot better in a car than she used to," Martin said to the others, "I remember there was a time since she couldn't do that...she couldn't even sleep on the road to Jurassic Park with Lex and Tim Murphy."
"Perhaps she's changed a bit since then," Fred said.
Then Martin gently shook Teresa. "Hey...get up..."
"Huh..." Teresa's eyes cracked open slightly, but she sat up, unfolded her glasses and put them back over her face, "oh, are we at the docks now?"
"Yes," Cynthia nodded.
"Alright..." Teresa said and then stretched.
And where Cynthia was right, they did make it to the dock.
"This is gonna be so cool, I haven't been on a boat before..." Darla said as she stared out the window to the ferry where there was a man on board already.
"That must be the captain," Annabelle said.
"Hope he's more pleasant than Captain Kiddie..." Teresa hid an eye roll as she remembered her first adventure with Tom and Jerry.
"I'm wish he is," Martin said.
The gang had met Jacques the ferryman and he helped them aboard to continue their travel in Louisiana.
"This is going to be so emotional," Patch grinned.
Teresa looked rather fluid, but burst out a pill and burst it in her mouth and drowned it with her cool water bottle.
Fred videotaped the bayou after they came aboard. "Gosh, I'd sure hate to get lost in here," he commented with a chuckle.
"Well, way back in the 1700's, pirates used this bayou to hide from the law," Jacques educated them, "they know only a fool would come a-looking up in here."
Soon Patch and Scooby came out through one of the windows.
"And Morgan Moonscar was one of these pirates," Velma asked.
"He was the most famous one, him," Jacques replied.
"That looks like a catfish," Patch said as he and Scooby looked down at the waters.
"I didn't know you had dogs," Lena said, concerned.
"Is that a problem, ma'am," Martin asked.
"We hope you don't mind, we just can't go anywhere without them," Cynthia said.
"Oh, I don't mind, but Simone might not feel the same..." Lena replied apologetically.
"Why wouldn't she mind," Teresa asked, "is she allergic to dogs?"
"Something like that...." Lena sounded distant.
Teresa gave her a wary eye in suspicion.
"Let me guess, she has cats, right," Martin guessed.
"Yes...you'll see..." Lena said.
"Sir, that's quite a big catfish......" Teresa looked over to Jacques as she looked into the water.
"That's probably Big Mona," Jacques explained, "there nobody never be able to catch her."
Soon Martin brought out a fishing pole and went to do just that.
"You just gave Martin a challenge, sir," Teresa snickered.
"Oh, my..." Jacques was a little hesitant for Martin.
"I yet think it's weird that you go fishing and yet you're part mermaid," Teresa said to Martin.
"I'm a mystery nobody will ever solve," Martin sniggered before he set the right bait on the hook and the cast it into the water.
"Mess up...mess up...mess up...mess up...mess up..." Teresa said.
"Stop that," Martin scolded.
"I'm sorry," Teresa snickered.
Soon Martin took deep breaths before closing his eyes, letting the catfish come to the bait. The catfish came up from the water and squirted some water onto Teresa's face. Teresa squinted and frowned as she now dripped wet. Soon the catfish dove back in before it saw its favorite food, unknown it as being used as bait.
"You're mine, Big Mona..." Martin smirked in determination.
Then the catfish latched onto the hook. Then Martin used his god-like fashion as he reeled in Big Mona into his arms.
Teresa flinched an folded her arms. "And the winner and yet champion, Martin Br--"
Then Big Mona whacked her in the face with her tail fin.
"Foolish catfish...." Teresa grumbled.
"I don't believe it," Jacques looked in shock.
"I'm stronger than I look, sir," Martin sniggered.
"Besides his muscles aren't for show," Cynthia grinned.
Martin grinned to that, but looked down to Big Mona. "Hello there, Fishy~..."
"You sure are one strong feller, ain't ya," Big Mona asked.
"Yes, don't mess with me," Martin nodded.
"Y'all speak 'Fish'," Big Mona looked surprised.
"I can speak to all animals," Martin grinned.
"Fascinating stuff..." Big Mona replied, "uh, I guess this means you're gonna eat me for supper."
"No luck, I'm gonna keep you as a pet," Martin grinned before using his crystal powers making a fish bowl complete with water just right size and temperature for the catfish before putting Big Mona inside.
"Oh...perfect..." Big Mona grinned.
Patch looked up, but slightly narrowed his eyes in jealousy of Martin having a new pet.
"Hey Patch, guess what, you get to have a new friend! And don't get jealous, alright? I see that look in your eye," Martin warned the teenage Dalmatian pup.
"A new friend..." Patch looked into the bowl.
Big Mona swam up to the end of the bowl and gave a small grin to Patch.
"Just no splashing...." Patch warned.
"Don't worry, any pet of strong guy is a friend of mine," Big Mona grinned.
"Huh..." Patch snickered.
Then there was a group of alligators swimming up who looked rather hungry and aggressive.
"Nice fact we're up here," Darla said.
"I yet think we should move out of the road," Annabelle suggested.
Shaggy and Scooby were horrified, of course.
"Don't worry, guys; if any of them tries to attack us, I'll give 'em a beat down," Martin said.
Teresa shivered and wheezed. "Big Daddy Boo....Louis the Gator.....Brutus and Nero.....WHY AM I ALWAYS MEETING ALLIGATORS?!"
"Don't know," Martin shrugged.
Teresa yelled out.
"Will you calm down," Darla frowned at her, "they won't hurt us."
"Uh-huh..." Teresa sounded doubtful.
"At least we haven't fallen apart," Amber said.
"Or some of us...." Teresa leaned in to take a closer look.
"Teresa, you might wanna step back a little..." Cynthia advised.
"Why," Teresa asked.
"Well, you could fall in...." Martin said.
"Ah, mind your own business," Teresa scoffed before she lost her balance and yelped as she fell right into the water.
Martin sighed before he decided to get best distance and then ran and dove right into the water.
Teresa spat out some water and frowned, but her eyes widened at the alligators and she grinned hesitantly. "Nice gator..."
The alligator roared right in her face, blowing her fur back. Teresa yelled out as she tried to swim for dear life as the alligators chased her. Soon Martin came up to the surface of the water and caught the alligators by the tails, stopping them in their tracks. Teresa shuddered and held herself hesitantly.
"It's over, Teresa," Martin sniggered.
"I wasn't afraid....." Teresa poked her eyes out.
And then where the alligators all looked at Martin and looked like they wanted to eat him for catching their tails, but Martin didn't seem to be affected by their frowns.
Martin gave a death frown for the alligators. "No eating my friends," he ordered. And soon where he started to spin them around.
Teresa covered her eyes. The alligators yelled out and seemed to beg for mercy. Soon Martin stopped and let the alligators go, letting them drop into a boat and where he didn't seem to regret to let them land on the new boat. A grungy man came out from the boat and looked down to Teresa and Martin. Soon Martin frowned at the man not liking him even if he didn't know him before the strong Indian used his mermaid powers to make the water rise them up back onto their ship.
Teresa coughed and sputtered from the water and shook her fur as it dripped. "Gross!"
"Should've let the gators eat ya," the fisherman growled, "I can't stand tourists. And one of you even took Big Mona away!"
"Quit yer grumbling, Snakebite," Jacques frowned back, "you ain't never caught that fish and you ain't never gonna did so!"
"Yes, now that Big Mona's already gotten caught," Darla called out to the fisherman before sticking her tongue out at him.
The fisherman scoffed and made water splash on all of them as he took his boat elsewhere.
"Not too friendly, is he," Fred grumbled.
Sure enough, Martin got both himself and Teresa dry.
"You alright, Big Mona," Darla asked her brother's new pet fish.
"I hate that man...." Big Mona snarled, referring to Snakebite.
"Well, you won't need to see him ever again," Patch said.
"I certainly hope so," Big Mona replied.
A big brown pig snorted at the others on the other boat as he stayed past Snakebite's side. Soon Patch blew at the big brown pig, causing a gust of window to blow the big brown pig was blown off the boat and landed into the water before Patch started to whistle innocently. The pig squeaked in dismay and huddled behind Snakebite. Soon Patch snorted firmly at the pig as a pig's sign he was not to be messed with. The pig seemed afraid of Patch.
Patch just snickered at the pig, already knowing he had to be a bully. "You remind me of Dumpling," he teased the pig.
"Do I even want to know who Dumpling is," Big Mona asked.
"She's a really obnoxious pig back on the farm where my parents, brothers and sisters live," Patch replied.
"How many," Big Mona asked.
"Brothers and sisters," Patch asked.
Big Mona nodded.
"Lucky...Rolly...Tripod..." Patch mumbled as he started to count, "including me is 99."
"99," Big Mona asked in shock.
"Yes, 99 brothers and sisters," Patch said.
"Nice fact you guys weren't human, you'd have some line in the bathroom," Amber joked with a laugh.
"So true," Patch laughed back in agreement.
"Well, who was that thug anyhow, Jacques," Cynthia asked.
"That's old Snakebite Scruggs," Jacques informed, "he think the bayou is his own private preserve. He don't like anybody being in it, no, sir."
"Well, the next time we see him; I'll be sure to make enemies with him," Martin sniggered.
"Sounds nice to me," Big Mona agreed.
"And as for that pig of his, oh, please," Patch scoffed.
The others laughed to that.
"Moonscar Island," Jacques announced as an island was coming into view, "dead ahead."
"Thanks for the info," Martin said.
"No problem," Jacques replied.
On the other docks, Lena appeared to be there and met them. They then drove out of the ferry to continue following Lena to her workhouse.
"Hey, Miss Lena," Jacques shouts, "you give my best to Miss Lenoir, you hear, darling?"
"I'll do that, Jacques," Lena shouts back, "thanks!"
"Alright, Lena, lead the road," Martin grinned.
"Follow me and hang on," Lena grinned back, "the road's a little bumpy."
"Yes, ma'am," Martin saluted.
Lena grinned and went on with them following after.
After a little while, they came up to a beautiful house. As they were parking, they took a look at the porch and saw that it was crawling with cats.
Patch saw this and decided to hold Scooby back. "Down, Scooby," he scolded the older dog.
Scooby snarled and wanted to chase after the cats. Martin decided to join in and where it seemed to work.
"Scooby, cut it out," he frowned to the Great Dane.
"Ri rate rats..." Scooby growled.
"Why do some of us dogs hate cats," Patch asked.
"Instinct," Cynthia shrugged, "the only cats I really hate are Aunt Sarah's though."
"Now these cats, I hate," Patch said.
"I think we all do so," Teresa had to agree.
Scooby got loose and went after the cats.
"No, Scooby," Patch bit onto his tail.
This caused Scooby to yelp in pain.
"I'm sorry, Scooby, but it's for your own luck," Patch muffingly replied.
"Aww! Rine," Scooby frowned.
Then Patch let go and spit up a little. "Gah! Don't make me have to do that ever again!"
A woman with short blonde hair who had a very stern look on her face came out.
"That must be her," Martin whispered.
"Miss Lenoir," Lena called to the woman who was her employer.
"Hello, ma'am," Martin greeted with a bow.
Then Cynthia curtsied herself shyly.
"Who brought these...these...dogs," Miss Lenoir frowned to Scooby and Patch.
"Rogs," Scooby looked around, "rhere?"
"She's referring to us," Patch whispered.
"Roh," Scooby replied.
"I'm horribly sorry," Daphne said to the blonde woman, "we should've hold on to him better. I'm Daphne Blake, of Coast to Coast. You know, the TV show."
"We do not have television on my island," Miss Lenoir replied as she caught hold of her necklace, which looked like a green cat head.
"That's a beautiful necklace, Miss Lenoir," Martin said, noticing the jewelry.
"Thank you..." Miss Lenoir replied, but she didn't dare crack a grin, "Lena, what are they doing here?"
"It's all my fault, Miss Lenoir," Lena spoke up, "I heard these folks say they wanted to see a real haunted house. Then I thought---"
"You might show them mine, I dare see," Miss Lenoir replied, "really, Lena."
"Oh, but it's such a unique and beautiful house," Cynthia said.
"Picture perfect," Fred agreed, "just how old is this?"
"It has been in my family for many generations," Miss Lenoir explained, "it was a pepper plantation. Some of the hottest peppers in Louisiana grow on this island."
"Wow," Patch grinned.
Shaggy chuckled at the mention of peppers.
"Well, um...is this house haunted," Teresa asked.
"Yes, it is a old house with restless spirits," Miss Lenoir explained, "you're welcome to look around...if you like."
"We would love to," Martin grinned.
"Do you mind us taping," Daphne asked.
"No, of course not," Miss Lenoir replied, "in fact, I'll be most flattered."
Then the group was on the road up to the porch, but the woman stopped them with a frown to the canines.
"But, you have to do something about your...dogs."
"Patch, you don't need anything to be concerned about him; he's nice with cats as for Scooby, well, we'll make sure he doesn't chase any of your cats," Martin said.
"Put him in the kitchen for a while," Teresa suggested.
"Yes, that always keeps him under control," Patch said.
"If it will keep him from chasing my cats, you're welcome to my kitchen," Miss Lenoir allowed.
"Groovy," Shaggy exclaimed emotionally, "c'mon, Scoob!"
Then the two emotionally went inside the house to find the kitchen. Soon Patch joined them to see what was in the kitchen.
"Of course you're going to......" Teresa deadpanned to Patch.
"He's a dog, what are ya gonna do," Martin shrugged.
"Yes...yes..." Teresa almost scoffed.
Soon they all went inside, except for Cynthia, who seemed suspicious about the gardener.
"You coming, Cynthia," Darla called.
"Hang on," Cynthia called back and kept an eye on the gardener almost as though she didn't trust him somehow.
"Oh, you must be suspicious about our gardener, right," Lena asked Cynthia.
Cynthia yelped slightly and looked over to Lena. "Um...I..."
"It's alright, that's just Beau," Lena said.
"Beau," Cynthia replied.
"C'mon, let's get you inside," Lena took her inside the house.
"Well, alright," Cynthia said.
Scooby, Shaggy and Patch entered the kitchen.
"Ugh...nothing here but cat food......" Patch stuck his tongue out. Then he looked inside a cupboard. "Huh..." he stopped and sniffed a pot and turned to the stove. "Is that Gumbo, I smell," he asked, dangling his tongue out.
"Why, yes, that is, Patch," Lena grinned.
"I thought so," Patch grinned back, "you must have a very special recipe...may I recommend some Tabasco?"
"Um, sure," Lena said before getting the spice.
Patch grinned as he watched her put in the spice.
"Mind if we have a taste," Shaggy asked as Lena stirred in the Tabasco.
"Trust me, if you ever need any taste testers for any food, Shaggy and Scooby are the ones for the job," Patch said.
"Be my guests," Lena grinned to Shaggy and Scooby as she carried a tray of lemonade, "let me know how you like it."
"You heard her, guys," Patch grinned.
Then Shaggy poured the gumbo into a huge pot before taking a sip from the ladle. "Like, not bad, but I think it needs a little more spice, do you think so, guys," he asked the dogs.
"Ruh-huh," Scooby agreed after sipping some of the gumbo.
"Huh...I guess a pepper would do," Patch said.
Then Shaggy and Scooby opened the pantry and found a jar of pickled peppers.
"These poppies ought to do the trick," Shaggy suggested.
Everyone else came into the living room past the fireplace.
"Wow, what a fireplace," Martin grinned.
"Yes, that's totally emotional..." Teresa deadpanned at his observation.
Then Scooby and Shaggy were suddenly heard shrieking and they ran into the living room to chug down the lemonade and water from a container.
"I warned you guys to take it easy on the peppers," Patch said.
"Like, I'm sorry, dude," Shaggy said.
"These were Moonscar Island peppers," Lena replied.
"I wasn't exaggerating if I said there were the hottest peppers in Louisiana," Miss Lenoir spoke up.
"I warned them to take it easy on the peppers, ma'am, but they didn't listen," Patch said.
"Please, call me Simone," the blonde woman replied, "shall we continue our tour of the house?"
"I'll be with you all in a moment, Simone," Patch grinned.
"Take your time," Simone replied.
"You guys really should stay away from these peppers..." Darla folded her arms at Shaggy and Scooby.
"I warned them to take it easy, but would they listen? Noooooo......" Patch said.
"Oh, poor Patch," Amber chortled and gently petted him.
"Like, Patch, why don't you catch up with them," Shaggy asked.
"Alright, but stay away from the peppers," Patch said, putting much emphasis.
"We will, we will," Shaggy said.
Patch nodded firmly and came to Martin's side as the boy held the large fish bowl with his new pet inside.
"Why, did you catch Big Mona," Simone asked, "that's impossible!"
"Anything's possible for a posse--erm...Brisby," Martin replied with confidence.
"You must be incredibly strong then," Simone said.
"Oh, he sure is, Miss Lenoir," Lena grinned, feeling Martin's muscles.
Martin grinned bashfully. Cynthia looked slightly frustrated to that.
"On with the tour then," Simone said, going to show them around while Shaggy and Scooby went back into the kitchen to look for more food.
Lena seemed to be attached to Martin more than the others. Teresa was walking with the others until Cynthia suddenly caught her and made her fall upside down on the floor.
"Can I speak with you about Martin," Cynthia asked, "you know him better than anyone else."
"Uh, sure, Cynthia, whatever you want....." Teresa sounded hesitant.
"Has he ever used his strength or muscles to lure other woman," Cynthia asked.
"Uh, not to my knowledge....." Teresa replied. "I've never really seen interested in finding a mate in his life until he had met you," she saw that look in Cynthia's eyes and then looked to Martin who had Lena holding onto his arm, which caused the elderly mouse to snicker.
"What's so funny," Cynthia asked her.
"You jelly~..." Teresa teased.
"I-I am not," Cynthia blushed.
Teresa laughed. "You sooo are!"
"It's not funny, Teresa," Cynthia frowned.
Teresa just kept laughing. "Ooh, Cynthia Brisby's gone green-eyed!"
"Well," Cynthia pouted, "I've always had green eyes!"
"From envy," Teresa sniggered.
"Touchy," Cynthia pouted.
Then Teresa jumped up in front of Cynthia. "Relax, it's not like Martin is gonna cheat on you with a girl he just met..."
"That's true," Cynthia nodded back.
"By the way, stop doing that to me, I know you're rough, but you wouldn't hurt your boyfriend's best friend..." Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"I'm sorry," Cynthia said.
"You better be, because I'm rough as well," Teresa frowned and did karate moves. "Ha! Yeees! Whooo! BAM," she punched the wall with her fist before letting out a strained shudder of pain.
"I'll go get some ice," Cynthia sighed.
"Man, you guys almost sounded like you saw one of these ghosts," Teresa commented about Shaggy and Scooby shrieking.
"Like, I'm sorry but these peppers are really the hottest peppers in the world," Shaggy grinned.
"Remind me to never have a pepper..." Darla said to Martin.
"I'll remember," Martin said.
Then Darla nodded to him.
"Shall we continue the tour then," Simone suggested.
"Yes, please," Daphne grinned.
They were being shown around until they heard shrieking again.
"Scooby, Shaggy," Patch called in a scolding tone of voice.
"Riting," Scooby warned him.
"Writing," Martin asked.
"What writing," Velma added.
"L-L-Like, ghost writing," Shaggy exclaimed. He pointed at the wall, where they see a writing that said "GET OUT". "You see? This place IS haunted!"
"Woah," Cynthia said, surprised.
"Fred, get a shot of that," Daphne warned her cameraman boyfriend. "Simone, could you come stand next to me please," she asked before doing up her hair swiftly.
"Can Martin be in the shot as well," Darla grinned.
"Darla," Martin gaped at her.
"That sounds perfect, Darla," Daphne grinned.
Martin grinned shyly. "Well, alright, just this once."
Soon Martin came over to Simone and Daphne as Fred got the camera started. Simone stood next to Daphne while Fred worked with the camera. Soon Fred was counting down before turning on the camera.
"Here we are in Miss Simone Lenoir's kitchen," Daphne began to report once he got down to 'one', "where we have our first encounter with the supernatural spirits in Moonscar Mansion. You can feel the chill in the air."
Suddenly, a gust of wind came in, which made her shiver. Only, it was not wind, it was a ghostly aura.
"Cut," Daphne called, "who opened the window?"
"Um, Daphne, look," Cynthia said.
Fred looked with them and saw a message written on the wall. "Beware."
"Spooky..." Teresa had a small snicker.
"Well, at least it can't get any creepier," Martin said.
"I wouldn't say that....." Teresa sounded emotional about the creepiness.
"The haunting might be starting," Simone suggested, "after sundown, the ghosts get more restless."
"What's next? The ghosts start to make me float in the air," Martin sniggered.
"YES," Teresa cheered with a rather wicked and crazy laugh, "let the chaos begin! Oh, how I enjoy the spread of Discord!"
Soon Martin was floating in the air with a familiar chuckle of a certain draconequus.
"Oops, spoke too soon..." Teresa's eyes went flat.
"Discoooord," Martin called aggressively.
"Oh, come now, you know you love it," Discord's voice chuckled.
"Discord, put me down," Martin said.
"Oh, very well..." Discord's voice said in defeat, but let Martin come down to the floor.
"Discord in our dimension," Teresa wondered, "how could that be possible?"
"I'm the Lord of Chaos and Disharmony, I can be anywhere," Discord snickered as he appeared before Martin started floating again, "I swear that is not me."
"Quit it," Martin yelped.
"Woah, this just keeps getting better and better," Daphne gushed.
"Martin, I swear I have nothing to do with this one," Discord said.
"Uh-huh..." Martin sounded doubtful, "why aren't you in Equestria?"
"I sensed a dark presence here," Discord said.
"How dark..." Teresa asked.
Darla trembled slightly. "You don't mean Shadow Man dark, do you?"
"No, my darling; I mean like ancient dark presence," Discord warned her.
Darla looked absolutely frightened.
"Keep rolling, Fred," Daphne urged, "perhaps we'll have another ghost manifestation!"
Teresa yelped as she was suddenly floating in the air. "Alright, who's the comedian?!"
Soon Velma was included as well.
"Alright, I'm in for a best joke once in a while, but this is going a bit too far," Discord said.
"I feel nauseous....." Teresa held her stomach.
"This has to be done by wires," Fred suggested, not believing in dark magic.
"I'm sorry, my best man, but there no wires here," Discord said, flying above the three that were floating.
"Discord, make it stop or else I'll use 'The Stare'," Teresa threatened.
"Oh, dear, not your stare," Discord feigned fright. "Not your dark, depressing, sadistic stare," he laughed out loud and long, but then cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, Teresa, I couldn't exist, anyhow, they are truly floating, I suspect the enemies are using voodoo dolls."
"Of course, only voodoo dolls could be able to do this," Martin said.
"I want a doll," Darla pouted.
"No, Darla, a voodoo doll is a doll that someone else uses that looks like someone else to control the person it resembles," Cynthia explained.
"Oh..." Darla didn't look so jealous.
Daphne seemed to enjoy this, however.
"Someone mind getting us down," Teresa asked.
Then Shaggy and Scooby seemed to come out of nowhere and they gasped as the ones floating suddenly fell on top of the two. Shaggy caught Velma in his arms while Teresa fell on Scooby and where Martin fell right on Discord.
"Well, at least I had a soft landing..." Teresa said, dazed with her bow crooked.
"Thanks for saving my fall, Shaggy," Velma grinned.
"Like, it was no problem at all, Velma," Shaggy grinned sheepishly as he carried her like a bride.
"Ahem," Darla cleared her voice with a snicker.
Shaggy and Velma looked to her and then blushed. Shaggy set Velma back down on the ground and they looked to each other shyly and hesitantly.
"Did you get that all," Teresa asked Fred, "I think we should check out the tape."
"I sure did so," Fred said.
"Alright, let's check out the video," Teresa suggested.
"Nice idea, Teresa," Discord agreed.
"Uh, do you have a human form," Teresa asked, "I think Shaggy and Scooby are gonna feel weird around a draconequus."
"Scooby and Patch are speaking animals, how are they gonna feel weird with me around," Discord asked.
"Your horns, your claws, your wings..." Teresa said, "we don't have draconequuses in this world."
"Oh, very well," Discord pouted before snapping his lion fingers to make him change into a human form. "How do I look," he asked.
"It'll do..." Teresa shrugged.
Then they all came together and watched the recording on Fred's camera.
"Cut! Who opened a window," Daphne complained in the video.
"Alright, stop it right there," Cynthia suggested.
Then Fred stopped the video.
"Can you rewind it," Darla asked, "I thought I saw something."
Fred rewound the video.
"Alright, pause it," Darla said.
Fred paused the video and saw what looked like a ghost pirate.
"Who is that," Cynthia asked.
"It's the ghost of Morgan Moonscar," Simone sneaked up behind them. "Here, let me show you...." she went to a bookcase.
After a short while, she found the book and turned to a page that had the ghost pirate's picture on it.
"Morgan Moonscar," Martin asked.
"Yes," Simone came next to him with her book, "this is the portrait of Morgan LeCrite, the moon-shaped scar is why he became better known as Morgan Moonscar."
"I guess that's an 'eye' sore," Discord joked.
"Ugh..." Teresa moaned and face-palmed as Discord laughed out loud and long at his own joke.
"Like, we'll be happy to get out," Shaggy said to Simone hesitantly.
Scooby nodded in agreement.
"A real pirate ghost," Daphne was thrilled, "famous! I can't thank you enough for opening your haunted house to us, Simone!"
"You mean you're not frightened," Simone asked.
"Are you joking," Daphne grinned, "we don't get frightened away that easily."
"That's easy for you to say..." Darla actually sounded afraid as she stood with Scooby and Shaggy.
"Besides, it's probably just a hologram or some guy in a pirate suit," Fred shrugged.
"No, that was an actual ghost; if it was a hologram, then we would have seen the hologram projector shine its light," Martin said.
"As usual, Martin is right...." Teresa spoke up.
"That's a mystery though," Velma said.
"I think we should go back to the kitchen, there might be something behind that wall," Cynthia said.
Then there was a mysterious growling noise heard.
"What's that," Darla panicked.
"That would be Shaggy and Scooby's stomachs," Martin said.
"Oh..." Darla chuckled sheepishly for feeling afraid.
"How about a picnic," Cynthia suggested to everyone.
"You can go with Shaggy and Scooby and have the picnic if ya want," Lena grinned as she wrapped her arms around Martin's right arm, "while the rest of us, continue the tour~"
Martin glanced at Lena oddly.
"Um...alright..." Teresa shrugged while Cynthia seemed to stare at Lena with her right eye twitching.
"Like, c'mon, Darla, you can help me and Scoob pack the picnic basket," Shaggy said.
"Sounds nice to me," Darla agreed.
"C'mon, Martin, let's take a look around~" Lena sniggered.
"Um, alright," Martin said.
"But could you carry me? I think twisted my ankle," Lena pouted while feeling her right ankle.
"Uh, where..." Martin asked her strangely, "you seemed just fine a moment ago."
"I know, but I think someone twisted it with a voodoo doll," Lena said.
"Huh...well...alright, come here then," Martin said.
Soon Lena came over to Martin as he lifted her up bridal style. "Ooh, you sure are strong," she grinned, "do you exercise a lot?"
"I've been known to dabble," Martin grinned friendly as he carried her.
Cynthia narrowed her eyes with her arms folded as she looked like she had a sneaky suspicion.
Scooby, Shaggy and Darla were starting to pack up the picnic basket that they found.
"Potato salad," Darla listed the foods as she added them to the basket with Shaggy and Scooby. "Pickled peppers, a 20 foot long sandwich--" she looked up, "uh, guys, that sandwich doesn't look like it's gonna stick."
"Like, we have a solution to that," Shaggy said.
"Oh," Darla asked.
Then Shaggy and Scooby ate the sandwich on both sides to narrow it down and then made it into a five foot sub instead of twenty.
"Brilliant..." Darla muttered.
"Now, off to the picnic we go," Shaggy grinned.
"You've had it," Darla agreed.
Shaggy and Scooby carried the basket as they went away to their little picnic.
Soon Velma, Cynthia and Discord came back into the kitchen, coming over to the wall where the writing was.
"You're sure you didn't do anything, O Lord of Chaos," Cynthia gave a warning look to Discord.
"I swear," Discord promised, "cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!"
"What the heck was that," Velma asked.
"What was what," Discord asked.
"Never mind that now," Cynthia said as she examined the wall.
Velma shrugged, but hummed in thought as she picked at the wall as she had a suspicion there.
"Here, use this," Discord magicked up a spatula where she could do that easier and faster.
"Thanks," Cynthia grinned.
Then Velma used the spatula to try to scratch harder to see if she could find anything unusual and there were letters, which spelled out 'MAELSTROM'. Soon Martin entered the kitchen with Lena yet in his arms.
"What are you doing here in my kitchen," Lena asked, almost as though she were serious by the others.
"Jinkies," Velma was surprised, "looks like I had carried off."
"Hello, Lena, how's your ankle," Cynthia folded her arms with narrowed eyes.
"A little better," Lena said as she started to feel Martin's chest/pecs.
Cynthia twitched as she looked frustrated and jealous of the actions.
"Uh, let's go in the library..." Velma said swiftly and left with Discord.
Cynthia frowned and then left with them.
Teresa was in the library as she leaned in a chair. "Ah, total relaxation, I could get used to this......no evil spells to concern about, no ghosts to chill me.....and best of all, no loudmouth annoying warlocks."
"Teresa, please help us find a book while trying to help me keep Cynthia calm," Velma said.
Teresa opened one eye. "Can't you see I'm resting?"
"C'mon, Teresa..." Velma said.
Teresa sighed, but got up as she walked over. "Alright, what book are we looking for?"
"Something that can warn about a ship's name," Velma said.
Teresa adjusted her bow and skimmed through the various books. Then she found a possible book and opened it to see if she could find anything for Velma. Cynthia continued to look enraged as she couldn't stop thinking about Lena and thinking of her as an evil witch.
"You alright, Cynthia," Velma asked hesitantly.
"That foolish witch keeps flirting with my man..." Cynthia snarled and shook her fists.
"Cynthia, trust me, Martin won't cheat on you," Teresa looked up from the book, "he's more mature than that."
"She acted like she had twisted her ankle and then she was feeling his chest," Cynthia frowned.
"Calm down..." Teresa said.
"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN," Cynthia almost shrieked, "she's moving in on MY MAN!!"
"Easy now..." Teresa droned.
Velma began to try to calm Cynthia down.
"Well, here's Morgan Moonscar's picture..." Teresa said as she held open the book, "and it says 'MAELSTROM', whatever that is supposed to mean, was the name of his ship."
Soon Velma read the book to see she was right.
"I feel like I've heard this from somewhere before...but where..." Teresa wondered.
Fievel disguised as a spider and hunched on her shoulder. "Perhaps from me?"
"SPIDER," Teresa shrieked, but hit it with the book, "DIE! DIE!! DIIIIIEEEE!!!"
Sure enough, the spider changed back into Fievel who was frowning at Teresa. Then Teresa smirked hesitantly, but she chuckled sheepishly and dusted him clean.
"Hello, Fievel," Cynthia said.
"Hello, everyone," Fievel greeted.
"Wh-Wh-What b-b-brings y-y-you here," Teresa asked.
"I wanted to warn you all, but since I've been thrashed with a book, maybe I shall take my business elsewhere," Fievel turned his back on Teresa.
"No, please, warn us," Velma said.
"I dunno..." Fievel shook his head.
"PLEASE, WAIT," Teresa begged, "do what you want with me, but just warn us! I'll let you do whatever you want and I won't call for Martin!"
"Oh, really," Fievel snickered.
Teresa gulped, but then nodded.
Fievel caught her hands to see her fingers were uncrossed. "Deal!"
"Sure," Teresa frowned.
Fievel chuckled as he took out a date book and wrote something in.
"FIEVEL," Teresa scolded, "SPEAK TO ME!!"
"Let's just say I know about the ghosts and something called 'werecats'," Fievel said.
"Werecats," Velma asked.
"Yes, you know, like werewolves or weredogs, but with cats," Fievel said, "I've met a couple back in my day if I was with an old flame named Vanessa."
"Interesting," Cynthia said.
"Alright, that's enough conversation," Fievel caught Teresa by her collar and lifted her off the floor, "say Teresa, ya look hungry, how about a nice KNUCKLE SANDWICH?!"
"C'mon, surely you have more information than that," Teresa begged.
"Yes," Cynthia said.
"Alright, fine..." Fievel dropped Teresa, "honestly, this was 300 years ago, I can't remember their names right now...this was after I left Hilda at the altar and we tried to see other people."
"Can you at least warn us their last names," Velma asked.
"Let me think..." Fievel tried to think, "I wanna say 'Lenoir and Dupree'."
"Yes! I knew that Lena was evil," Cynthia cheered.
"Aw, Cynthia, it's probably just a coincidence," Teresa said as she tried to stand herself up.
"No luck! She is truly evil," Cynthia frowned.
"Take it easy," Teresa put her hands on her shoulders.
"That girl is even trying to take Martin from me," Cynthia grabbed her hands and squeezed them painfully while she was enraged, "how could I possibly take it easy?!"
"I'm sensing jealousy~" Discord sang.
Teresa bit her lip and shuddered as Cynthia's grip was hurting her.
"SHUT UP," Cynthia roared to the draconequus.
"My, somebody has a temper..." Discord folded his arms.
"Cynthia...my hand...you are hurting it....." Teresa shuddered.
Then Cynthia let go.
"Ow, ow..." Teresa writhed in pain as her hands were now red and throbbing.
"I'm sorry, Teresa," Cynthia frowned.
Teresa shuddered from the pain.
"It's just that I can't see someone else around Martin..." Cynthia narrowed her eyes, "a lot of girls drool over him because he's so smart and strong, except you, Teresa."
"That's because he's like a brother to me," Teresa explained, "I do love him, but in a sibling sort of fashion."
"Aw," Cynthia grinned.
"Fievel, could I have some ice please," Teresa begged.
"I'll get you an ice pack, my dear," Discord said before using his magic to bring out a magical ice pack as it walked up to Teresa's hand.
Teresa shivered and winced once the ice touched her sore hands, but at least they would get better.
"Well, how's Fluttershy," Fievel sniggered to Discord.
"She's doing wonderful," Discord said, "I agree."
"Anything else going on," Fievel asked.
Discord grinned shyly. "Well, if you must know, Nurse Sweetheart had to see her because she was craving chocolate milk lately and it turns out we're going to be having another baby."
"Right on time," Fievel snarked.
"Excuse me," Discord asked.
Fievel snapped his fingers, which summoned Skippy. "Alright, pay up," he held out his hand, expecting money.
Soon Skippy pouted before he gave Fievel $50. Fievel collected the money and snickered.
"Any boy you have is gonna be a real screwball, Discord," Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Huh...that sounds like a perfect name for the girl or boy we'll have," Discord grinned.
"Wait, what," Teresa asked.
"Oh, my little Screwy," Discord marveled at the name already, "I do wonder what he or she will look like as a foal!"
"Wow, I guess you helped him into finding the perfect name," Velma said.
"Oh, joy..." Teresa rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Thank you for the help, Teresa," Discord said.
"Sure, anything for a friend," Teresa deadpanned.
"Same old Teresa," Discord grinned.
Teresa merely sighed and shook her head at Discord.
Martin walked over and Cynthia folded her arms and frowned at him with her green eyes in hatred and betrayal.
"How's Miss Dupree," Cynthia asked sharply.
"She's doing grand," Martin said.
"I bet..." Cynthia seemed to be seething from jealousy.
Teresa hesitantly walked off to let Martin and Cynthia have some privacy.
"Cynthia, are you jealous," Martin snickered playfully.
"No, I'm just mad that she's trying to steal you from me," Cynthia threw her arms up in outrage.
"She's not going to steal me apart from you," Martin assured her.
"Uh-huh, I'd like to believe that, she's clearly hitting on you..." Cynthia frowned.
"Cynthia, I think you're just jealous......" Martin replied.
"I AM NOT," Cynthia shrieked in his face, "she is a beast!"
"OK, that's it, I'll stay away from her," Martin said.
"You better..." Cynthia narrowed her eyes and walked away.
Martin watched Cynthia go and scratched his head as he wondered what had gotten into her. Teresa went in a guest room alone to do some research on the island.
Later, Simone wanted to know why Velma, Cynthia and Discord had destroyed half her kitchen. "Would you mind warning me why you destroyed half my kitchen?"
"Well, according to this book, the MAELSTROM was the name of Morgan Moonscar's pirate ship," Velma defended.
"I'm not surprised," Simone replied, "parts of this house is quite old. The pieces of the pirate ship could've been used for construction. Morgan Moonscar was rumored to have buried treasure of this island, though it was...never found."
"That is interesting," Discord said.
"Speak about a real mystery," Cynthia put her hands on her hips.
"You said it," Martin said.
"Well, look who's mind is outside of Lena," Cynthia muttered.
"Cynthia, stop..." Martin sighed, "there's no need to be jealous, I'd never love anyone other than you."
"Honest," Cynthia asked.
"Honest, cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," Martin said.
Cynthia chortled to that. "Yes, Pinkie Pie."
Martin sniggered to that, knowing it would cheer her up.
"Maybe someone is only pretending to be this Morgan Moonscar to frighten people off the island to get some sort of treasure all to themselves, huh," Discord suggested.
"No, it's certainly a real ghost, I just know it," Martin said.
Simone seemed to glance at the term of 'ghosts'.
"You might be right," Cynthia said, "after meeting you and Teresa; I believe anything."
Meanwhile, with Shaggy, Scooby and Darla.....
Shaggy was eating yet another pepper.
"You guys and these peppers......" Darla folded her arms, "I'm starting to think they aren't nice for you."
Shaggy's eyes started to tear up from the spiciness of the peppers.
"I don't think they even know where to stop eating," Big Mona said as Darla had brought the catfish with them for more outside experience.
"That's Shaggy and Scooby alright," Darla turned back into her bowl, "are you hungry, girl?"
"A little," Big Mona said.
"Huh...did Martin conjure up any fish food," Darla looked around the picnic.
Luckily, Darla found fish food just for Big Mona. "Here ya go."
"Careful with how much ya give, it could hurt me if you overfeed me," Big Mona warned.
Darla nodded and poured enough food for the new family pet. "There ya go."
"Thanks," Big Mona grinned as she began to eat.
Darla grinned back. Scooby tried to wash the pepper down with Shaggy's sandwich, but was stopped and given potato salad as Simone's cats were coming side-by-side.
"Uh-oh, Darla, look." Big Mona said.
"Hey, get out of here," Darla scolded the cats, "get out! Shoo, shoo!"
Scooby started to chase the cats. Some of the cats actually seemed afraid of Scooby and backed away. Then Scooby chased the cats into the garden, which ruined it slightly.
"Oops," Darla frowned at that.
"Dumb dog," Big Mona sighed.
"That grouchy gardener isn't going to be happy about this," Shaggy frowned.
"Let's go after Scooby," Big Mona said.
Darla picked up Big Mona's bowl and walked with Shaggy to catch up with Scooby.
Scooby kept on chasing the cats.
The cats went into an old log, which led Scooby into it and he got stuck due to how big he was and slipped against mud.
"Oh, Scooby," Darla sighed.
The cats laughed at Scooby. Scooby attempted to get himself free from the log.
"Just give up," Big Mona sighed.
Darla set the bowl down and tried to pull Scooby out. Scooby continued to try to get free. Darla strained until the two flung back and ended up in the mud, which made the cats laugh harder. Then a frog jumped onto Darla's head and croaked.
"Oh, boy," Big Mona sighed.
"At least you're not laughing," Darla sighed to the catfish.
"That's true," Big Mona nodded.
Once Scooby got free, he continued to chase the cats.
"Scooby Doo, you stop that," Darla cried out in despair.
"He doesn't seem to be listening," Big Mona said.
"Dogs..." Darla sighed, "why can't they all be nice like Patch?"
"I have no idea," Big Mona sighed back.
"You could try to help," Darla narrowed her eyes to the lazy catfish.
"Oh, sure and in the process, I die from being out of the water," Big Mona frowned.
"Well, excuse me," Darla frowned back, but moaned, "oh, my gosh, I'm arguing with a fish..."
Soon they lost track of Scooby.
"Scooby..." Darla called hesitantly and concernedly. Soon she saw Scooby and Shaggy running apart from something and where she got her response as she saw the warthog from before charging at them and her. She picked up Big Mona's bowl and ran with her with a shriek.
"Why is that thing chasing us," Big Mona yelled before frowning at Scooby, "what have you done?!"
"Ruthin'," Scooby frowned as they ran for dear lives.
"Just keep running," Darla shrieked.
The pig snorted violently as he chased down.
"At least it can't get worse," Darla said.
Big Mona rolled her eyes. "Ask and shall receive."
Soon they fell in a hole.
"Warned ya so," Big Mona snickered.
The pig snorted in victory as they were now trapped in the hole.
"Zoinks," Shaggy cried, "how humiliating."
"You can say that again," Darla moaned.
The pig shoved big amounts of mud and grime against the fallen others before going away.
"Hey, BLT! I just had my hair finished," Darla frowned while shaking her fist.
"Let's get out of here," Big Mona said.
Shaggy started to climb out. "Like, hang on, I'll have us out in a sec."
"Ri rope so," Scooby commented.
"Same here," Big Mona agreed.
Shaggy caught hold of a root and pulled onto it to get himself up to the top.
"That root is dead," Darla said.
Then a skeletal arm caught down.
Darla yelped and caught the arm. "Don't frighten me like-----" she looked to see it was a bone and her eyes widened, "uh, guys...I think we're buried in a grave."
"Like, what makes you think that," Shaggy asked.
Darla showed the bony arm. "Uh, this was a tip."
Then there was suddenly a misty green aura.
"Oops..." Big Mona said out of fear.
"W-W-What's th-th-that," Darla gulped as she shivered at the green aura.
"L-L-Like, I have no idea," Shaggy shivered.
Then the skeleton arm seemed to move as it was going back to the bony body it came from. This seemed to frighten the four of them. Then the skeleton came to life with a cold and old corpse with a moon-shaped scar on his face.
"MORGAN MOONSCAR," Shaggy, Scooby and Darla yelped.
"Get us out of here," Big Mona shrieked.
"What do you want me to do about it," Darla asked the catfish.
"You and Shaggy get all four of us out of this grave," Big Mona begged.
Scooby and Shaggy were able to jump out due to their extreme fear.
"Hey, wait up," Darla yelped, but shivered at the decaying pirate zombie. "Oh, man...excuse me," she jumped high on top of the corpse's head and jumped out back onto the higher ground and followed Shaggy and Scooby as she carried the bowl in her hands.
"Don't turn back! Whatever you do, don't turn back," Big Mona warned her.
"I'll try not to," Darla replied as she tried not to spill out any water while holding onto the fish's bowl. And where luckily, none of it did so.
The gardener was on his road out of the house until Shaggy and Scooby bumped into him and Darla skidded on her feet and came to a screeching halt.
"Woah," Big Mona said.
"Like, are we ever glad to see you," Shaggy said.
"What are you doing out here," Beau asked, "ruining more of my flowerbeds?"
"If you want to plant something, like, there's a dead guy following us," Shaggy cried out in grief.
"Res! Read ruy," Scooby added in.
"Yes, and it's Morgan Moonscar," Darla added.
"Where," Beau looked around, "I don't see anything."
Then there was rustling in the bushes, which concerned everyone instantly.
"It's him," Big Mona shrieked.
It was actually the rest of the gang.
"What's going on, guys," Velma asked.
"We could hear your shrieks back at Simone's place," Cynthia said.
"Like, it was horrible," Shaggy cried out in despair, "that pirate Moonscar was, like, nothing but bones! And then--and then, it was worse...like a zombie!"
Then Scooby imitated a zombie to prove Shaggy's point.
"It was so gross and eerie," Darla pouted.
"Woah," Cynthia gasped upon noticing this.
"Oh, dear," Simone sounded slightly concerned.
"Where did you see him," Teresa asked.
Then Shaggy, Scooby and Darla led the way over to where they saw the zombie.
The moment they got there, they didn't see any zombies.
"Well, there's nothing in here now," Fred said, "are you sure you saw a zombie?"
"Like, we know a zombie if we see one," Shaggy defended.
"Res, rombie," Scooby added in.
"He was this close to eating our brains," Darla frowned.
"I think you've been watching too many eerie movies, jocko," Teresa said.
"Well, there's nothing in this hole now," Martin said.
Beau came right behind them.
Teresa frowned over to him. "And what are YOU doing here?!"
"My jobs," Beau replied with a frown back, "I was doing some planting, got thirsty, went to get a drink and I came back to find THESE guys."
"What were you planting, elephants," Teresa deadpanned due to how big the hole was.
"She's right, that hole is huge," Cynthia said.
Teresa folded her arms with a snigger. Beau simply frowned firmly. Then he caught his shovel and took his leave.
"He sure is suspicious," Discord said.
Teresa looked up. "It's getting late, I think we should turn in for the night."
"Agreed," Martin nodded.
"Get going," Daphne asked them in surprise, "no luck! This place gets more interesting by the moment!"
"What is WITH YOU," Teresa glanced at her.
"This place is getting too eerie," Darla said.
"I'm afraid the ferry doesn't run at night," Simone warned her guests.
"Like, we do," Shaggy replied.
"That's true," Patch said.
"We have plenty of rooms," Simone exsisted, "you could stay for the night."
"Thank you, Simone," Martin grinned.
"Lena could make us dinner," Teresa said.
Then Cynthia caught Teresa by the throat. "I'll supervise."
Teresa choked and gagged.
"Um, why don't I cook," Martin suggested.
"I'll yet supervise....." Cynthia said as she tightened her grip.
Teresa pointed to herself coughing as she was stuck.
"Cynthia, please let Teresa go......" Martin said hesitantly, "I think you're cutting away her blood circulation."
"Oops, I'm sorry," Cynthia said before letting go of Teresa.
Teresa gasped for air and shivered. Fievel came behind Teresa and slapped her on the back.
"I'M NOT CHOKING," Teresa gasped upon realizing this.
"I'm sorry," Fievel said.
"I don't think you are....." Teresa rubbed her sore back.
Darla came over to Simone. "Perhap we could use Auntie Shrew's friend's gumbo recipe."
"That sounds like a marvelous idea," Simone said.
"It's quite nice," Darla grinned before sighing. "Too bad Auntie Shrew's not here..." she looked mournful about her biological grandmother being unable to be here this time.
Soon they went back to the house.
It seemed to get darker as they went into the house and Lena showed the guests to their temporary bedrooms. Patch began to sniff around, wondering where he would sleep.
"Think it's comfy enough, buddy," Martin knelt behind his puppy.
"It's not like home, but I guess it'll be all right just for tonight," Patch turned back.
"And where will I be placed," Big Mona asked.
"Right here," Martin set her bowl on the nightstand, "let's just hope I don't incidentally drink you in the middle of the night."
"Please don't, I swim in my own toilet..." Big Mona muttered.
"Ew," Patch winced.
"It's a fish life, boy, you try it," Big Mona grumbled.
Martin tried out the bed and once he got into it, Patch tried the foot of the bed since that was how they slept back home.
"Aren't you supposed to cook," Big Mona asked.
"Just breaking in the bed first," Martin replied.
"I like your bed better......" Patch pouted.
"Then why not test it out," Martin asked.
Patch tossed and turned.
"I wish you'll adjust, I better get cooking," Martin petted his puppy before going to the kitchen, "which fashion to the kitchen?"
"Let me lead you to the kitchen," Simone said.
"Thanks, Miss Lenoir," Martin grinned.
"Think nothing of it," Simone grinned as she led him to the kitchen.
Martin followed. Patch tried to get comfortable in the bed, but felt no use.
"Dogs sleep outside...." Lena towered over Patch before catching him by his new rope collar.
"Hey! Let me go," Patch growled before teleporting out of the room and then closing the door with his magic and locking it.
"Hey," Lena growled.
"Crazy head," Patch grumbled.
"She's evil," Big Mona said.
"Let me out of here," Lena hissed.
"No luck, you're crazy," Patch growled.
"Wait, did she hiss like a cat," Big Mona asked.
"That did sound a lot like a cat..." Patch agreed, "but...she can't be a cat.....she's a human."
"Or is she," Big Mona's eyes went shifty.
"Lena, what are you," Patch barked.
"OPEN THIS DOOR, MUTT," Lena roared.
"Not until you respond my question, what are you," Patch barked, "how come you can hiss like a cat?!"
"OPEN THIS DOOR," Lena roared.
"Well, fine, stay in there," Patch frowned.
"Alright, I'll warn you," Lena gave in.
"Please do..." Patch narrowed his eyes as he unlocked the door to free Lena.
Lena would have dragged Patch out just like that, but she knew that if she did it right away then he would have sent her back in the closet where she had to come clean.
"Spill," Patch snarled.
"Do you know anything about werebeasts," Lena asked.
"Yes, like werewolves, wereponies, werecats, and even werepoodles," Patch said.
Lena snorted. "Werepoodles...what do you think of werecats," she asked with a dark snicker, which showed fangs and she had cat eyes.
Patch's eyes widened.
"That's right and soon, the ceremony will begin later tonight," Lena sniggered.
"I don't think so, I'll stop you," Patch frowned.
"You can try, but by the time you try and stop us, it'll be useless," Lena snickered.
"I'm never useless....." Patch frowned, "no wonder Cynthia had a bad feeling about you! You leave Martin alone!"
"No promises," Lena sniggered.
Patch snarled and jumped up to her.
"You wouldn't want to be thrown out, would you," Lena snickered, causing him to stop mid-air.
Patch wiggled in the air as he was stuck right now. "Put me down!"
"I will just as long as you keep our little meeting a secret," Lena sniggered.
"And if I don't," Patch tempted fate.
"I'll make it look like you attacked me for no reason," Lena snickered.
"You wouldn't dare...." Patch frowned, "no one would believe you......"
"Wanna bet," Lena challenged.
Patch growled until he sighed out of defeat.
Lena sniggered. "Well, you'll keep your muzzle shut."
Patch bowed his head in defeat. "Yes, ma'am."
"Nice boy," Lena snickered as soon as the teenage pup landed back on the ground.
Patch sighed as he felt reduced to this, but he didn't want to get into danger.
In the kitchen....
Martin was cooking the gumbo recipe Darla let him borrow. "I can't guarantee this'll taste like Tiana's, but I wish it'll be nice for dinner," he added the last ingredient to the gumbo to let it be finished. "Now, where is that Tabasco," he swiftly looked around, finding it safe to use his magic since no one was around. "Tabasco...Tabasco..." he whispered as he held out his hands and wiggled his fingers to make a bottle of the hot sauce float over.
Little did he know, Simone secretly saw that.
"It's perfect, found it," Martin grinned once he got the spice he was looking for. Then he took the sauce and added it into the mix and stirred it.
"Then he is an Indian," Simone whispered to herself.
Martin hummed as he cooked the gumbo.
"I knew it all along......" Simone sniggered, "this is just perfect."
After a while, the gumbo was ready.
"Mmm~" Martin grinned as he let the gumbo sit, "that should do it."
One of Simone's cats went up to Martin and started to nuzzle his leg.
"WHOO," Martin's eyes widened and he looked down and chuckled, "oh, hi, kitty."
The cat meowed before nuzzling up to him and started to purr.
Martin knelt down to the cat. "Hey, little guy...or girl..." he looked into the cat's eyes and he could warn this one was a boy. "Alright, um, boy..." he chuckled.
The cat seemed obsessed with Martin right now. Soon the cat started to smell the scent of the gumbo.
"You like gumbo," Martin cooed, "it's very nice, it's Teresa's favorite because of the shrimp."
The cat began to try to climb up to the gumbo.
"Huh...is gumbo nice for cats," Martin turned around to use his phone. Soon he started to research.
The cat seemed to be swatting against the gumbo pot to make it fall.
Soon Martin caught the cat and got him down before the gumbo could be spilled. "Curiosity murdered the cat..." he warned as he held the cat in his arms.
The cat merely mewed and purred like an ordinary cat. Martin went back to his research while keeping the cat away from the gumbo. Then the cat jumped up to push the pot.
"Noooooo..." Martin moved the cat while he did his research.
"This boy is more challenging than I thought," Simone whispered.
The cat jumped down and left the room as Martin continued to cook and research.
"It's alright, my precious; we'll get him to use his magic somehow," Simone said.
The cat purred to that as he nuzzled against his mistress as they walked away mysteriously in the shadows.
Teresa was sitting on her bed as Discord was bouncing up and down on it while she was trying to read. "DISCORD," she yelled once she couldn't take it anymore.
"This bed is so much fun," Discord chuckled.
Teresa moaned, but she picked up her book and left the room. "Why I got stuck with him as my roommate, I'll never know."
"I'm starting to look pretty nice, huh?" Fievel turned into a spider and climbed up her back.
"SPIDER," Teresa shrieked and hit him over and over again with her book.
Soon Discord turned back into his true form. Then he walked over.
"I! HATE!! SPIDERS," Teresa kept whacking her book.
"Teresa, it's me," Fievel cried out in despair.
Teresa shrieked. "EVEN WORSE," she hit harder.
Discord began to laugh at Fievel as the young mouse started to get hit. Then Fievel turned to his normal self and stood up wobbily over Teresa. Teresa cupped her mouth.
"I need a glass of water..." Fievel said before passing out in exhaustion on top of her.
Discord burst out laughing at the sight of this. Teresa poked her head out from underneath Fievel.
At last, Fievel awakened. "Thank heavens, you're all yet alive."
"First, I'm underneath you and second, what do you mean by that," Teresa asked.
Fievel stood up. "There's a reason I didn't come with you guys, I don't wish to discuss it, but you have to leave this island as soon as possible."
"Because of zombies," Teresa asked with a scoff.
"No, something worse," Fievel shook her slightly in warning, "far worse than that...."
"How much worse," Discord asked.
"Like something so deathly to suck out your soul worse," Fievel said.
"I've been doing research," Teresa said as she took out the book she was reading, "there's something funny about this place, I can feel it in my gut."
"It's about the two woman you and the others met," Fievel said.
"Simone Lenoir and Lena Dupree," Teresa asked.
These names caused for Fievel to get a chill down his spine in fright. Teresa snickered since that had frightened him.
"You don't know them like I do," Fievel said.
"What do you mean," Teresa asked, "you're over 600 years old, they're not witches....aren't they?"
"Ever hear of 'werecats'," Fievel asked.
"Werecats," Teresa replied, "not really."
"Seriously," Discord asked.
"Oh, like you know about werecats," Teresa glanced at the draconequus.
"Actually, yes, I do," Discord sniggered.
"That's right..." Teresa rolled her eyes.
"I'm centuries old," Discord reminded with a chuckle.
"I should leave now...." Fievel said hesitantly.
"Oh, and why's that, Filly," Discord chuckled.
"Uh, I have dry-cleaning in the other realm..." Fievel grinned hesitantly.
"Uh-huh, sure," Discord snickered.
"Fievel, what's up," Teresa asked.
"Uhh..." Fievel drawled out before teleporting himself off.
"He knows something," Discord sniggered.
"I know..." Teresa replied, "it was funny to watch him squirm."
"Yes, and if you continued to hit him," Discord laughed.
Teresa hid a snicker as she had caused Fievel pain. "Yes, that was pretty funny."
"Oh, we can even re-watch the entire fact, I was recording it," Discord grinned as he showed hidden cameras.
Teresa took a look with him and snickered, but then shook her head. "What am I doing?! We could all be in danger if Fievel is afraid!"
"You're right," Discord said.
"I do wonder what he meant by werecats," Teresa hummed and looked to Discord, "alright, spill, what do you know about werecats?"
"Well, they are ancient and need human souls to feed on," Discord said, "but they can only do it under the Harvest Moon."
"A-And where's the next Harvest Moon," Teresa asked.
"Huh...let me check my schedule......" Discord took a look.
Teresa put her fingers in her mouth, hesitantly chewing at her nails.
It didn't take him too long to look.
"Oops, it's tonight," Discord said.
"Tonight," Teresa's eyes widened.
"I'm afraid so...." Discord bit his lip hesitantly.
"I must get out of here......" Teresa backed off, "people are crazy over here..."
A cat came behind Teresa.
"Oh, hey, kitty..." Teresa picked up the cat, "I love cats..."
"That's one of Simone's cats," Discord said, stopping her from picking up the cat.
Then Teresa backed off. Then the cat seemed to snigger darkly at Teresa.
"I don't know what you're up to, but it won't work," Teresa frowned at the cat.
Soon Discord turned into a dog and started to bark at the cat to frighten it off. The cat hissed violently in defense and scampered off.
"Nice dog," Teresa said.
Discord grinned before changing back into his true form.
"We need to warn the others," Teresa said, "I knew once we got here, something bad would happen."
"Not in front of the Simone or Lena," Discord said.
"We must do something....." Teresa said.
Discord turned back into his human form. "Right after dinner, I hear Martin is quite a best cook."
"I wouldn't know...." Teresa muttered.
"Well, tonight, you are about to find------" Discord started before getting interrupted by a smashing sound.
"What was that," Teresa wondered out loud.
They came out to see Scooby on top of Simone.
"Scooby," Teresa and Discord called.
"Get this beast off of me," Simone shouts.
"I'm rorry," Scooby grinned sheepishly as he tried to dust her clean.
"Scooby, what are you doing here," Teresa glanced at the Grand Dane.
"That's quite enough," Simone frowned before getting Scooby off her before standing up.
Velma and Daphne came in to help Simone up to her feet.
"Did you guys see another ghost," Teresa face-palmed to Shaggy and Scooby.
Shaggy and Scooby nodded out of fear.
"This better be nice....." Teresa walked into their room.
However, once there, there was no ghost in sight.
"Like, in the mirror, it was some Civil War guy," Shaggy pointed to the mirror.
"A Civil War guy," Patch asked as he entered the room.
"That's what he said," Teresa shrugged.
"Well, there's nothing in the mirror now, guys," Fred pointed out.
"Perhaps there's something behind the mirror," Big Mona said as she was yet in her bowl in on Patch's back.
That gave a Velma an idea as she looked to the mirror. "Wait a moment...." she moved the mirror to find a dusty plaque.
"What you find," Darla asked as she entered the room.
Velma blew on the dust.
Teresa sniffled from the dust and then sneezed loud enough for her to fall back on the floor. "Ow."
"You alright," Velma asked.
"That was quite a sneeze....." Teresa sniffled.
"Looks like you've had your glasses dirty, I can clean them," Velma said before reached for something.
Teresa took her glasses away before they bulged out of her skull and she blinked a few times.
"Now, where's my cleaning cloth," Velma hummed.
Scooby decided to handle the glasses.
"Oh, dear, Scooby, that's--" Teresa tried to stop him, but he wiped her glasses with his tail and gave them back, "uh...thanks, Scooby."
"Rou're relcome," Scooby grinned.
Teresa came up to the plaque once her glasses were cleaned and she could see it clearly. "Property of Colonel Jackson T. Pettigrew 8th Louisiana."
"Who," Darla asked.
"There were Confederate barracks on this island." Simone explained.
"Seems like one of the ghosts of one of these people must have came to Shaggy and Scooby and warned them to go away," Darla guessed.
Martin came over and wiped his hands dry with a kitchen towel. "Dinner's ready."
"Dinner," Shaggy grinned.
"I thought that might take your mind away of this spookiness," Martin chuckled.
And where it seemed to work.
Martin laughed as they went to the kitchen to eat their dinner, but looked to Teresa. "Are you gonna eat tonight?"
"Might as well," Teresa shrugged.
After getting a bowl of gumbo, each of them went to the dinning table.
"Looks grand, Martin," Darla grinned.
"Thanks," Martin grinned back to his little sister.
Darla grinned back as she went to sit down with the others where they could have their dinner.
"I can't wait to taste it," Discord said.
"Wait no more," Martin grinned as he sat down with the others for their dinner.
Lena sat close next to Martin. "I wish it's delicious."
Oops, Martin thought to himself.
Cynthia narrowed her eyes firmly to Lena.
"Uh, Lena, why don't you sit next to Fred," Martin suggested.
"Oh, I like it over here," Lena replied, "don't you want my company?"
Martin scooted back slightly. "Thanks, but no thanks."
"Oh, very well," Lena said before getting out of her seat.
Martin wiped his forehead in relief as Lena moved herself. Cynthia was yet giving the black-haired woman the stink eye, however. Daphne seemed to give Lena the same look. A white cat jumped into Simone's lap.
"Where's Beau," Daphne asked.
"He usually has dinners in his room in the carriage house," Simone explained.
"I brought him some food, but he wasn't there," Lena added.
"That's strange," Martin said.
"Figures," Fred commented as he ate a biscuit.
Patch secretly frowned at Lena, not trusting her anymore. Scooby was overwhelmed by the cats as they were eating from their bowls around him. And where he began to chase them. Shaggy attempted to stop his best pal, but it was no use.
"Well, Martin, where did you learn to cook," Simone asked.
"Mum and Cind---erm...an old friend of mine and Teresa's," Martin grinned.
"You were about to say Cinderella, weren't you," Simone grinned.
"Umm..." Martin chuckled sheepishly, "well..."
"It's alright," Simone grinned.
Martin had a small grin back to her.
"Exactly, how long has Beau been working here, Miss Lenoir," Velma asked.
"Several months, and it's 'Simone', Velma," Simone replied, sounding quite friendly right now.
"Well, I think that guy's pretty suspicious," Fred commented as he ate his gumbo.
"Yes, but at least he's not giving us any damage," Darla said.
Shaggy and Scooby came into the dining room, covered in cat food.
"Like, I don't think eating in the kitchen is a best idea," Shaggy said, "you know, cats."
"Rats..." Scooby grumbled about the feline species.
"Scooby, down, boy," Patch said, holding the Grand Dane back even if he knew that Simone had to be a werecat as well.
"That's quite enough," Simone snapped, "the dog will need to eat outside."
"Routside," Scooby replied before shaking his head, "ruh-uh."
"Like, there's a dead guy out there," Shaggy cried out in grief.
"Would you calm down? I wish that dead guy is miles apart from the house," Martin said.
"May I make a suggestion," Lena spoke up.
"What do you suggest, Lena," Darla asked.
"How about they eat inside their van," Lena decided, "they would be outside and safe from...erm...anything eerie?"
"That sounds perfect," Martin grinned.
Lena grinned back.
"Should one of us join them so they don't feel lonely," Darla asked.
"I'll go," Patch decided.
"I'll come with you," Darla said.
"Anyone else," Lena asked.
"I kinda wanna stay in," Martin said, "Patch, watch out for Darla, and Darla, watch out for Patch, I'd hate for anything to happen to either of you."
"You've had it, Martin," Patch and Darla grinned.
"And what about me? Who's gonna carry my bowl," Big Mona asked.
"Well, either fashion, you're in your bowl," Martin took her bowl and put it on the table.
"I know," Big Mona said.
"It's you as a fish, I've barely seen her happy," Martin said to Teresa.
"Maybe she doesn't like being a pet," Teresa replied.
"Are you joking? If he hadn't caught me, but you-know-who would have somehow caught me," Big Mona said.
"Then why are you being such a sourpuss," Teresa asked as she ate her gumbo, "you've been sour ever since Martin adopted you."
"This bowl is just cramped," Big Mona said.
"I can make it bigger......" Martin offered.
"Please," Big Mona grinned.
Martin waved his hands around Big Mona's bowl to make it bigger where she would have more room to swim in. And where it was now big enough for two catfish.
"Awesome," Big Mona grinned.
"Better," Martin grinned back.
"Much," Big Mona enjoyed herself now as she swam around with more space, but yet not as much as the water she came from, "not as much water as I used to have, but it's better than nothing."
Martin grinned, but continued to eat with the others.
In the Mystery Machine...
Shaggy helped Darla up since she was a little girl after all into the van.
"Thanks, Shaggy," Darla replied.
"Well, at least we won't have any cats coming in here to eat any of our food," Patch said, "well, almost, since Maisy will be joining us."
"I heard my name," Maisy grinned.
"Maisy," the others asked.
"Hello," Maisy mewed and nuzzled up against Darla.
Darla hugged her kitten. "Hey, girl."
"Yes, she wanted to come along," Patch said.
"Rat," Scooby frowned.
"Don't you dare," Darla frowned back as she held her kitten protectively.
"Scooby, you can trust Maisy," Patch said.
Scooby gave a warning look and did his best to remain calm.
"What's for supper," Maisy asked.
"Gumbo from Miss Tia's recipe that Auntie Shrew gave me," Darla grinned.
"Mm, gumbo," Maisy grinned.
Shaggy offered biscuits to Scooby, which only made the Grand Dane eat the entire plate.
"Scooby! Save some food for us," Patch scolded.
"Like, something warns me he's getting the best of the meal," Shaggy replied.
"I agree," Darla said.
The other cats mewed outside and stared at them from hanging from trees. Maisy hissed and jumped to a window to make the other cats mind their own business.
"Get out of here, you hairballs," Maisy hissed.
"Here, I'll take us somewhere else," Shaggy decided to drive the van elsewhere to get away from the cats.
"Please make it fast," Maisy said.
Then Shaggy started the van and drove them off, separate from the other cats.
"See ya later, you hairballs," Maisy called out to the other cats that fell apart.
The other cats looked frustrated and annoyed with her. Maisy chortled as she came back to Darla.
"These cats deserved that," Darla said.
Meanwhile, inside the house....
"What I'd like to find out is why these ghosts wants us off the island," Velma spoke up.
"Perhaps they're trying to warn us," Martin said.
"About someone else who might be dangerous..." Teresa muttered.
"What was that, darling," Simone asked.
"Um, nothing..." Teresa said, "I had something in my throat."
"Oh...alright," Simone said.
Teresa glanced at the blonde woman.
"I wish everything's alright..." Cynthia sounded anxious suddenly.
"Yes," Big Mona said.
Discord and Teresa shared a knowing look however.
Meanwhile, back with Shaggy, Scooby, Patch, Darla and Maisy.....
Shaggy had parked the van near a swamp.
"Think we'll meet Shrek," Darla joked since they were close to a swamp.
"I think he lives in a different swamp," Maisy added in.
"Oh, c'mon, it was only a joke," Darla shrugged.
"I know," Maisy grinned.
Then Shaggy took out more of the infamous peppers.
"No luck," Patch denied.
"Keep them, I'm sick of peppers....." Darla put her hand up in dismissal.
"No thanks," Maisy said.
"Like, suit yourselves," Shaggy shrugged as he ate peppers with Scooby anyhow.
"Three...two...one." Darla sighed as she knew that the two would weep from the intense heat from the vegetable. And where she was right as soon as the two ran out of the Mystery Machine to get a drink of water.
Scooby snickered to show that he hadn't chewed his peppers.
"Cheater," Patch said.
"Hey, no fair," Shaggy shivered, "what's the matter, chicken?"
"Ruh-uh," Scooby shook his head and then ate the pepper.
"And the peppers kick in right about...now," Patch cued.
This made Shaggy and Scooby both drink from the swamp.
"Yuck..." Maisy stuck her tongue out.
"That's interesting," Darla winced.
Patch rolled his eyes, but then his eyes widened. "Z-Z-Zombie!"
"Oh, dear, not again." Darla said.
The zombies came out and they appeared to be dressed like Confederate soldiers. A few of the other zombies looked like they were tourists.
"Guys, get back in here," Patch called out.
Shaggy and Scooby shrieked once they saw the zombies and ran into the van as the zombies emerged from the swamp.
"Faster, get this fact started," Maisy said.
Shaggy went to the driver's seat and swiftly started it where they could drive apart from the zombies.
"I hate zombies," Patch exclaimed.
"I think we all do right about now," Maisy agreed.
Soon Shaggy drove away with them all.
"Whew! Like, I think we ditched 'em, guys."
Then a zombie came onto the roof, which made them all shriek instantly.
"Drive! Drive! Drive," Patch begged.
Shaggy tried to drive away, but the tire ended up getting stuck in the mud.
"Oh, c'mon," Darla complained.
Back in the dining room, there was pecan pie passed around.
"Mm," Martin grinned.
Fred seemed to enjoy the pie more than everyone else. "Hey, perhaps we should do a segment of Lena's pecan pie, Daph, it's supernatural!"
"You're so corny," Daphne retorted.
"It's alright, I guess so," Martin shrugged.
Then Shaggy, Scooby, Patch, Maisy and Darla's shrieks were heard.
"Now what," Teresa sighed in slight deadpan.
"The zombies must be attacking," Big Mona said.
"I warned you the hauntings are just beginning," Simone said as the cat jumped from her lap.
"We'll need to go out and save them," Cynthia said.
Fred got his camera and went out with everyone to help Scooby, Shaggy, Darla, and Patch.
"Lena, get them some lanterns," Simone said.
"Right away," Lena said before catching Martin's arm, "but please, Martin, you must be careful."
"Trust me, I can handle anything that this island has to throw at me," Martin said.
Then Lena let him go where she could get the lanterns by Simone's request.
"You sure are keeping your cool," Big Mona grinned.
They did not see anyone, but they only saw van tracks and decided to follow them.
"These look just like the Mystery Machine's tire tracks," Cynthia said.
"Follow the tracks," Big Mona decided.
"Why did we bring that fish again," Discord asked.
"She's my pet," Martin reminded.
"Oh, right," Discord moaned.
Then Beau was shown after they called for Shaggy, Scooby, Darla and Patch.
"Beau? What are you doing out here," Cynthia asked.
"And where's Scooby, Shaggy, Darla and Patch," Martin firmly demanded, mostly about Darla and Patch.
"Your crazy friends are running through the bayou shrieking about zombies," Beau explained, "I didn't see any."
Big Mona started to frown at him.
"You never do so," Velma also frowned, "and you're never around if these ghosts and zombies are around."
"Yes," Cynthia frowned.
"Save it for another time, guys, we need to find Scooby and Shaggy," Teresa said.
"And my puppy and little sister..." Martin sounded aggressively protective.
"We should split up," Cynthia said.
"Just what I was thinking," Fred agreed.
"I'll go with Beau," Daphne decided.
"Bad idea," Fred said.
"I'll go with Beau," Velma decided, "I won't let him out of my sight."
"Should someone go with you two," Big Mona asked.
"Well, I'll go with Martin, then if anything tries to hurt me, he can hurt it back," Teresa said.
"Oh, really," Cynthia asked.
"You'd rather fend for yourself," Teresa replied.
"You were the one that wanted Martin to go with you," Discord said to Teresa.
"I've known Martin for seven years," Teresa defended.
"Alright," Discord sighed.
Teresa decided to take Big Mona's bowl as Cynthia decided to go with them.
"I'll go with Velma and Beau," Discord said.
"I suppose you'll go with Daphne," Teresa sniggered to Fred.
"Of course I will," Fred said.
"Uh-huh~" Teresa hummed as she carried her friend's new fish bowl.
"Any matter, time to split up," Discord said.
With that said, they all split up as suggested which was often a normal case for Mystery, Inc.
Martin stayed close to the ground as he saw his little sister's footprints with Patch's paw prints.
"I have a sneaky suspicion about that guy," Big Mona said.
"Who, the gardener," Teresa asked as she kept a firm hold on the catfish's bowl.
"Yes," Big Mona nodded.
"He does seem a bit odd......" Teresa had to agree with them there.
"Let's just hope he's not dangerous," Martin said.
"You alright, Mona," Teresa asked.
"Don't spill my water," Big Mona warned.
Soon Martin used his magic to make the bowl spill free.
"I'm gonna need that with how clumsy I am," Teresa said.
"I know," Martin said.
Teresa narrowed her eyes since Martin admitted her clumsiness.
"What," Martin asked.
"Nothing..." Teresa sighed in annoyance.
They continued their road to look for Darla, Patch and the others.
"Darla," Martin frowned, "Patch? Oh, c'mon, guys!"
"Where could they be," Big Mona asked.
"Too bad I'm not a dog otherwise I could probably sniff them out..." Teresa shrugged.
"Huh..." Martin and Cynthia hummed in thought about that.
"What," Teresa glanced at them.
"You just gave them an idea," Big Mona said.
Teresa sighed in long-suffering. "I always seem to."
Then Martin used his magic to turn Teresa into a dog.
Teresa became a tiny and kind of annoying dog like Scooby's nephew, but she put her nose against the ground and sniffed it. "Wait, I think I'm getting something."
"What do you smell," Martin asked.
"Strawberries with a hint of swampiness...also some tuna fish breath," Teresa replied.
"One of them sounds like a cat," Martin said.
"I think Darla's the strawberries, she always smells sweet," Cynthia suggested.
Teresa yet sniffed, but groaned. "For some reason, I can smell the ferry engine, but I thought it didn't run at night?"
"I have a feeling Simone lied," Martin said.
"I'm smelling...fear..." Teresa said.
"Scooby and Shaggy," Martin and Cynthia muttered about that.
"I also smell dog breath," Teresa said.
"Oh, thank heavens..." Martin looked relieved.
"Anything else," Cynthia asked.
"Something dead..." Teresa shrugged, "not sure what though."
"That must be the zombies," Martin said.
"Oh, boy..." Teresa said, "this is yet not enough."
"Let's follow the scent of fear," Cynthia said.
"It's a very distinct scent," Teresa said as she led the road in her new dog form.
"It should be easy to follow it since; it's Shaggy's and Scooby's fear," Martin said.
"Totally," Teresa agreed as she tracked down the cowardly two with Martin's spotted puppy and adoptive little sister.
"Perhaps we should have brought Casper with us, but then Velma wouldn't need to be alone with Beau," Cynthia said.
"Ah, he wanted to get to know Mum and Dad better anyhow," Martin replied, "I wish if anything happens though, we'll spring into action."
Then Teresa caught the scent of quicksand and it was in the same direction as Velma and Beau.
"What do you smell now," Cynthia asked.
"Quicksand..." Teresa shuddered, "I don't like where this is headed."
"Oops, we better go warn them then," Martin said.
"C'mon then," Cynthia panicked.
Soon they rushed away to where Velma and Beau were. Teresa was leading of course.
"Scooby?! Shaggy," Velma called out.
Beau looked with her, he felt a little hurt that he was being treated like a suspect. "Hey! Why do you keep treating me like I'm a suspect," he asked her.
"Because you are," Velma defended as she called out for Shaggy and Scooby.
Soon Beau caught Velma's wrist to stop her from going further. Velma looked shocked. Beau placed his lantern on the ground and caught a rock, which made Velma cover her eyes and duck down. However, he threw the rock against a wet ground, which was revealed to be quicksand.
"Quicksand," Beau said.
Velma looked relieved he did that, but she yet felt suspicious about him.
Teresa kept sniffing until she, Martin and Cynthia had ran into the gardener and the smartest of Mystery, Inc.
"Velma, Beau, watch out, there's--" Martin was about to warn them before he saw a rock in the quicksand.
"I knew I smelt quicksand," Teresa said.
"Teresa," Velma looked strangely as the elderly mouse had been turned into a dog somehow.
"Martin changed me into a dog with his magic," Teresa said.
"Oh, that makes sense..." Velma said.
"Have you guys found Shaggy and Scooby yet," Teresa asked.
"No," Velma shook her head.
"Well, I can yet smell them," Teresa said.
"Then let's follow the scent," Cynthia said.
"I'm on it..." Teresa sniffled slightly as she kept following her path through her nostrils.
Meanwhile, with Fred and Daphne.....
Fred had his camera handy as he explored with Daphne. And where soon they found the Mystery Machine. Daphne opened the backdoor and shrieked out as stuff fell on top of her. Fred winced at that for her slightly, but he took out the lantern to take a look to see what was in the van.
"What is this," Daphne asked.
Fred looked at the objects. "Huh...crawfish shells."
"Well, I bet the others liked your girlfriend's cooking as well," Daphne snickered.
"She's not my girlfriend, Daphne; I just said I liked her cooking and what about Beau," Fred asked as he went inside the van.
"What about him," Daphne replied as a zombie hand landed on her shoulder, which made her gasp in fear and she put her karate skills into best use.
"Daphne, are you..." Fred was about to ask.
Daphne patted her hands together once she used her own self-defense. "I can take care of myself, thank you."
Then Daphne and Fred continued to explore. And where soon Daphne used her karate skills again as she saw another hand come out, thinking it was a hand of another zombie. It was actually just Shaggy and Scooby coming out of hiding along with Darla, Patch, Maisy and Big Mona. Shaggy shrieked until he saw a 'zombie' and then it landed on Scooby.
"Take it easy, guys, it's just a mask," Fred warned them.
"That is not a mask," Patch warned him.
"Then that means it's real....." Darla said before her eyes widened, "ZOMBIES ARE REAL!!"
"No luck," Fred said.
"This mask does feel so real......" Daphne had to admit.
"That's because it is," Maisy said.
"Get away," Big Mona warned.
"I'm warning you, it's just a mask," Fred said.
"I know this is a weird fact to say, but I think you should listen to the fish," Darla advised.
"Let me try taking off the mask," Fred said.
"It is not a mask, you fool," Big Mona warned.
But Fred didn't listen and began to try to get the zombie's head off, thinking it was a mask. Shaggy took the camera, but he was very shaky and hesitant of the zombies.
"Either hold it silent or give it to one of the others," Fred said.
Then Shaggy handed the camera to Daphne due to his intense fear.
"Then if it is a mask, who do you think it is," Patch asked Fred.
"It's the gardener," Fred said.
"No," Daphne disagreed.
"It's the fisherman," Fred said.
"No," Shaggy disagreed.
"It's the ferryman," Fred then said.
"Ro," Scooby replied.
"Perhaps it's...real," Fred said as he held a decapitated head and tossed it to Martin.
"How did I even get here," Martin asked before tossing the head to Patch.
"Because I smelled something dead," Teresa replied.
"Oh, right," Martin said.
"I-I warned you it wasn't a mask," Daphne replied out of fear to Fred.
"It-It must be an animatronic," Fred exclaimed.
Then the zombies all stood up and seemed to be coming to life and coming after the group.
"Oh, c'mon," Cynthia exclaimed back.
"Like, it's deja vu again," Shaggy exclaimed, "we all know what to do, right, Scoob?"
"Res, run," Scooby nodded as he ran with the others to escape the zombies.
"I am hating this island," Maisy exclaimed.
"What was Auntie Shrew thinking," Darla panicked as she ran with her kitten.
The zombies kept going after the group as they did their best to escape.
"And I suppose they're animatronic, as well," Daphne frowned at Fred.
"Well, there's a possibility, Daph," Fred replied as filmed the zombies bursting out from their graves.
"Fred, you're in denial," Martin exclaimed.
Shaggy and Scooby ran faster than the others obviously enough.
Teresa kept running, then Martin turned her back to a mouse where she could ran slightly faster. "Thank you," she warned him while running.
"No problem," Martin replied as they ran.
Then there was a shriek heard.
"It's Lena," Fred realized, "we left her and Simone unprotected!"
"I wish they're alright," Discord said.
Daphne caught Fred's hand and they started running, but unfortunately, they ended up tripping and ending up in the quicksand. Soon Martin used his magic to catch the camera and get it out of the quicksand.
"We need to get out of here," Cynthia said to Martin with the zombie invasion.
"Not yet," Martin said before going over to one of the zombies after handing over Daphne's camera to Fred.
Cynthia put her hands together anxiously as he went away. Soon Martin used his magic where he could understand what the zombies were trying to say.
Teresa shivered from her running and needed a break. "What's going on?"
"We mean you no harm, what is this that you want," Martin asked the zombies in Zombie language.
"You sound dumb," Teresa sniggered.
"Not now, Teresa..." Martin said to her.
"Please, we're only trying to protect you, you have to leave the island," one zombie warned the boy.
"Protect us," Martin asked the zombie, "protect us from what?"
"The werecats, they're tricking you, they just want to drain you for their immortality," another zombie informed.
"Werecats." Martin asked before he knew who they meant, "thank you for the warning."
"We're sorry to have frightened you, but we've been cursed by these awful two," a zombie said.
"It's alright, you were just trying to warn us and we thank you for the warning," Martin bowed.
The zombies nodded to him. Then Martin returned his normal speech and went away to warn the others that the zombies were not the bad guys.
"Then what did they say," Cynthia asked.
"They're not bad, we just need to watch out for the werecats," Martin said, "they're gonna drain our souls for their immortality."
"Well, they were just trying to warn us," Daphne said.
"Zombies are nice...." Cynthia replied in surprise.
Then Teresa was suddenly lifted into the air. "Discord, knock it off," she frowned in mild annoyance.
"Um, Teresa, I'm not doing that," Discord said.
"Whoever's doing this better stop, I'm getting nauseous......" Teresa sounded sick.
"And what about us," Daphne yelped.
Beau appeared to be the only one yet on the ground between the ones who were levitating in the air.
"How come you me and Beau aren't floating," Cynthia asked Martin.
"Wait a sec..." Darla remembered their last adventure here in Louisiana, "this has to be the work of voodoo somehow...but Faciler was destroyed since we got Tiana and Naveen together."
Patch wandered away for a bit and found Shaggy and Scooby and they were playing with dolls that resembled their friends who were levitating in the air. Now it all made sense.
"Guys! Stop! These are voodoo dolls," Patch warned them.
"Patch," Shaggy and Scooby turned to the dalmatian puppy.
However, there came bats, which made Shaggy and Scooby shriek and then dropped the dolls. Teresa fell flat on the ground first and then everyone else fell right on top of her.
"Oh, c'mon," Teresa complained.
Martin walked over, caught Teresa by her arms, and pulled her out from underneath everybody else. "You alright, Teresa?"
"Famous," Teresa deadpanned in pain and agony.
Soon they heard Lena's shrieks again.
"That sounded like Lena," Cynthia said with slight hostility in her voice.
"We better hurry back and see if she and Simone are alright," Fred said.
"I've been doing research on the werecats," Teresa said, "Fievel didn't come here for a reason, he came here hundreds of years ago himself and they tried to drain his lifespan and his magic for their Harvest Moon ritual."
"Wow," Cynthia said.
"We'll concern about that later, c'mon," Martin said.
Then the others went to the house to look for Simone and Lena.
Meanwhile, with Shaggy, Scooby and Patch....
"Hello," Patch called out, "anybody home?"
"L-Like, let's get to the ferry," Shaggy said.
"This place is getting creepier by the night," Patch agreed, "we can't leave the others behind though, they're like our ohana."
"Our what," Shaggy asked.
"Ohana," Patch explained, "ohana means family, family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten."
"Ohh," Shaggy and Scooby said.
"We can't leave anyone behind," Patch nodded firmly.
"Oh, alright," Shaggy and Scooby sighed.
"I know you're afraid, but you guys need to be brave," Patch said before snickering, "do it for Velma, Shaggy."
"Like, if Velma is in danger, I'll come and save her," Shaggy said.
"I knew you'd see it my fashion," Patch sniggered.
Meanwhile...
"FIEVEL," Martin called out.
Fievel teleported over and looked very hesitant. "Well, hello there, so glad to see you're all yet in one piece, even you, Teresa."
"Fievel, we know that there are werecats here," Martin said.
"I was afraid you would......" Fievel said, "do you know who they are though?"
"I have my suspicions," Martin said.
"Well, I hope you're right...." Fievel said.
"You sound so familiar..." Teresa replied.
Fievel gulped. "I don't wish to speak about it anymore, but let's just say I'm lucky to be alive to this very day."
Then Martin's eyes glowed as he was about to be shown something from the past.
Fievel sighed. "I was hoping this day would never come."
And Simba and Nala did make it past safely. Now they were right behind Pride Rock.
"Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses," Simba said, but he determinedly replied, "we won't let them out of my sight."
With that said, Simba and Nala split up. Simba started to make his road up toward Pride Rock. Then he stopped until a loud, infuriated voice split through the air.
"SARAAAAABIIIIIIIIIII," Scar roared.
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the kingdom. Then Simba gasped and watched as his mother started to head up towards Scar. As she moved past the hyenas, which were snarling and snapping at her heels. But she only frowned disdainfully at them. Thunder smashed overhead as Sarabi carried on. Simba watched mournfully as his mother made the climb. She ascended Pride Rock and approached Scar.
"Yes, Scar," Sarabi asked.
"Where's your hunting festival," Scar asked, pacing back and forth, "they're not doing their job."
"Scar, there's no food," Sarabi said, "the herds have moved on."
"No," Scar frowned at her, "you're just not looking hard enough."
"It's over," Sarabi said, "there's nothing left. We have only one choice. We must leave Pride Rock."
"We're not going anywhere," Scar said, facing her.
"Then you are sentencing us to death," Sarabi shot back.
"Then so be it," Scar said, getting past her.
"You can't do that," Sarabi said, being disgusted.
"I am the king," Scar said, "and I make the rules."
"If you were half the king Mufasa was, you'd––" Sarabi started.
"I'M TEN TIMES THE KING MUFASA WAS," Scar yelled as he slapped Queen Sarabi and she hit the ground.
Then Simba had a fast memory flashback to both the night he was in Hakuna Matata Jungle and to that fateful instant. Realization filled his face and he became frustrated. "NoooooOOOO," Simba shrieked. With one fell swoop, he lunged up, pulled himself back up on the ledge and pinned Scar down on his back with his paws at his throat. "MURDERER," Simba yelled.
Soon the vision ended there. Fievel was about to stick his finger in Martin's ear, but grinned bashfully and put his hands behind his back.
"Then Simone and Lena are the bad guys in all of this..." Martin realized.
"Wait, you mean you saw what just happened," Fievel asked.
"Yes...a vision showed me everything..." Martin held his head, "I didn't know I could do that."
"I guess your vision powers are increasing," Fievel said.
"Yes," Martin replied.
"I expected this to happen if you turned eighteen, it happened to your Esme Hoggett since she was that age before she met your Arthur Hoggett," Fievel said, "this is very reluctant though, this is why I didn't come along on your journey here. I was one of the lucky ones to escape these werecats."
"And so was my father," Martin said.
"Oh, yes," Fievel remembered, "this was long before your parents met and I was with somebody else...it was sometime after mine and Valda's first wedding and we decided to see other people...I met a woman named Vanessa."
"Wow," Martin said.
Fievel nodded.
"Whatever happened to Vanessa," Martin asked.
"I'll warn ya later....." Fievel looked away, "right now, we should go save your friends before it's useless."
"Yes," Darla said.
"C'mon, jocko, let's go," Martin warned his little sister.
Darla nodded and they had to hurry up as it was likely Simone and Lena had trapped the others.
To their surprise, the others hadn't been trapped yet.
"Oh, thank heavens..." Martin whispered in relief.
"You think Sailor Moon could take on werecats," Darla asked her big brother.
Martin simply shrugged.
Darla rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the love of....let me handle this!"
"Darla, it might be dangerous, you're just a girl," Martin warned.
"I might be a girl, but I have the power of the Silver Crystal," Darla said.
"I just don't want anything to happen to my little sister," Martin said.
"I'll always be your little sister, but as long as I need the Silver Crystal, nothing too bad can happen," Darla promised.
"Thank heavens," Martin sighed.
Darla gave him a hug and then took out her brooch to become Sailor Moon. "Silver Crystal Power Make-Up," she called out.
A glow cast over the little girl and she was now ready for anything.
"Let's do this," Darla said as she bore a very brave and determined face.
"But where do we find them," Cynthia asked.
The others looked to Teresa.
"Again," Teresa asked, "alright, just get it over with."
Then Martin turned Teresa into a dog again.
Then Teresa sniffed the ground to sniff out Simone and Lena.
"Wherever they are, Teresa will be able to sniff them out," Martin said.
"This is so awkward and demeaning..." Teresa complained. Soon she caught the scent of Simone and Lena. "Found 'em," she called out.
"Nice girl, lead the road," Fievel called as he backed up as they rushed to follow Teresa to get to Simone and Lena.
"Guys, I got Simone's and Lena's scents," Patch said.
"So do I," Teresa replied.
Patch continued to follow the scent with Teresa until they got to the stairs.
"Man, I'm smelling a lot of stuff I've never thought to smell before," Teresa said to Patch.
"You get used to it," Patch replied as they followed their noses.
Soon they got confused by the stairs.
"Huh..." Teresa hummed, "that's unusual."
"Yes, but the scent stops here," Patch said.
"Hello," Martin called, "Simone? Lena?"
Fievel tiptoed off hesitantly.
Soon Martin caught him with one hand.
Fievel looked hesitant. "Don't make me go there."
Martin started to drag him with them. Fievel shuddered and whined fearfully as he was forced to go along with this. Soon a secret passageway appeared. Fievel was yet hesitant about this.
"Fievel, are you afraid," Teresa asked mockingly.
"Yes..." Fievel admitted without even responding to her in a crude tone.
"What," everyone asked in confusion.
"Let's just get this over with, alright," Fievel sounded rushed and stern.
Soon Patch and Teresa continued to follow Simone's and Lena's scents down into the secret passage and where they saw Lena. Lena frowned down to them.
Patch growled menacingly at her. "The jig is up, Lena!"
Soon the others came down the secret passageway.
Fievel shivered and his eyes darted back and forth. "I really need to leave now."
"Oh, dear, you don't," Martin frowned.
"Don't make me do this....." Fievel begged for mercy, "I'll do anything.....I'll do your chores, I'll cook all your meals, just please don't make me face Lena and Simone again for the love of humanity!"
Soon Martin whispered something into Fievel's ear. Fievel leaned in to listen to it as he looked rather miserable to be around Simone and Lena. And where he heard of why Simone and Lena were this fashion and where he would try to stall them long enough for the moonlight alignment to be over.
"You would do that," Fievel asked, surprised and relieved.
"Oh, yes..." Martin nodded, "I won't let anything happen to you."
Fievel hugged Martin with miserable and fearful tears in his eyes.
"Alright, Lena, lead us to Simone," Cynthia said.
Then Lena led the road mysteriously. This started to freak out Shaggy and Scooby. Sure enough, they saw darkness. Soon Martin conjured up a lit candle and made it look like he had one in his pocket and had lit the candle with a match he threw off.
"I really should go....." Fievel grinned hesitantly.
"C'mon," Teresa frowned, "are you a man or a mouse?!"
"...Squeak," Fievel replied in a high pitch.
Martin simply rolled his eyes.
Fievel rubbed his hands together hesitantly. "I really shouldn't be here right now."
It took a while until they made it to a door.
"Can I leave now," Fievel begged.
"NO," the others protested.
Martin was the first to open the door. Simone had more dolls.
"Perhaps I should go first......" Discord suggested as he suddenly arrived.
"I agree," Fievel nodded.
"Man, you really are afraid......" Teresa said, "I wanna laugh at you, but I guess I can kinda understand why."
"Horrible facts are going to happen..." Fievel trembled.
Soon they went into another room. Lena seemed to disappear and ended up with Simone. They had the voodoo dolls and began to control the others they had control over.
"Please, wait! Can't we speak this over," Martin asked.
Lena frowned. "I'm sorry, Martin, I really liked you."
"Lena, all I want to do is speak, that's all, no tricks," Martin said.
"Huh...let us hear what he has to say," Simone said.
"Very well..." Lena snickered, "only because I'd hate to see him suffer more than his precious girlfriend."
Cynthia growled slightly at that.
Cynthia and the other's voodoo dolls were all tied up while Martin's voodoo doll wasn't tied up.
"Wow us and dazzle us, Indian Boy," Simone said to Martin.
"I know what just happened on the day of since Morgan Moonscar and his crew attacked you and your people," Martin said.
"How do you know," Simone asked, "you weren't even born."
Fievel gripped his collar hesitantly as he twiddled his fingers in fear.
"Because my vision powers were able to give me a vision of what happened on that night," Martin said.
"Oh, is that right," Simone frowned, "why should we do what you say?"
"Join us, Martin..." Lena sniggered as she held out her hand to him, "you could live forever and we could all rule the world together."
"I'm sorry, but I'm already a werecreature," Martin said.
"That makes it even better..." Simone grinned darkly.
"I must get out of here," Fievel panicked.
"Fievel Mousekewitz, is that you," Simone asked.
"Uh, dear, it's not..." Fievel grinned hesitantly, "I-I-I'm just a handsome identical stranger."
"Oh, it's you alright; I recognize you anywhere," Simone snickered evilly.
"Don't be silly...." Fievel sweated hesitantly, "I-I-I mean, I'm just a dopey mortal!"
"You can't lie to me, Fievel Mousekewitz," Simone sniggered.
"I hate that nickname so much..." Fievel shuddered.
"Oh, Fievel, it's been so long...." Simone stroked his face with her clawed fingertip, "didn't you miss me?"
"Oh, someone please just burn me at the stake..." Fievel shivered.
"Well, at least they're the only two werecats we'll have to deal with," Discord grinned hesitantly.
"That's...right..." Fievel laughed hesitantly himself.
Simone even stroked the mouse's fur. Fievel trembled and shivered behind Teresa.
"I'm afraid you are wrong, because we have another werecat here on this island," Lena snickered.
"You're bluffing," Teresa frowned in deadpan.
"She's not lying, my darling," Simone sniggered.
"Then who's the other werecat," Teresa demanded.
"Let me guess, it's the ferry driver, isn't it," Martin asked.
"You are a rather smart one..." Simone grinned darkly.
"I knew there was something up with him..." Martin frowned.
"What was his name again," Patch asked.
"If you must know, his name is Jacques," Lena replied, "and you are all doomed."
Fievel trembled. "I was afraid of this..."
"We'll only spare Martin......" Lena snickered and folded her arms, "I could always use a big strong man on our force."
"I'm sorry, but I'm already spoken for," Martin grinned as he looked at Cynthia.
Cynthia grinned to him before frowning at Lena.
"You're not gonna win," Teresa frowned at Simone and Lena, "we always win!"
Soon Simone brought out a sack of powder.
"Ooh, powder, how eerie..." Teresa mocked as Fievel seemed to back up even further out of fear.
"Oh, just watch, child," Simone sniggered before blowing the powder into Martin's face.
Martin coughed from the powder slightly before something strange happened to him.
"Now Lena," Simone said.
Lena nodded before walking up to Martin's face.
"What have you done," Teresa asked, suddenly sounding hesitant with a hint of frustration.
"I just blew Love Powder into his face," Simone snickered.
"Love Powder," Teresa scoffed.
"Love Powder..." Cynthia pouted.
Martin rubbed his eyes until he looked to Lena.
"Are you alright," Lena cooed to him.
"I-I'm just fine, my darling," Martin grinned out of love.
"NO," Cynthia's eyes widened.
"Why don't you come with Simone and myself," Lena warned him.
"Yes, darling," Martin nodded and he walked over to the dark side.
"Oh, man, I was afraid of this," Fievel sounded absolutely terrified.
"Well, we have a new friend," Jacques asked.
"Yes, it appears so," Simone snickered to the gardener.
"Excellent," Jacques sniggered.
Martin seemed to grin darkly to the ones who were once his friends.
"There is a fashion to break the control over the Love Powder," Fievel whispered before he noticed that Scooby and Shaggy didn't seem to have their own voodoo dolls.
Teresa gulped. "Do warn us, Fievel."
"It's true love," Fievel said, "and how come Shaggy and Scooby don't have their own wax dolls?"
Teresa shrugged. "C'mon, Martin, please remember Cynthia."
"You three won't get away with this," Daphne frowned.
"Where's that Love Powder," Teresa asked Fievel, "I'll use it on Martin where he'll snap out of it!"
"True love's kiss will do it," Fievel warned her before turning his attention back to the werecats, "Daphne's right, you won't get away with that."
Then Teresa stuck her tongue out since it involved kissing Martin and she was clearly not interested in him that fashion.
"I've already gotten off with this for 200 years," Simone snickered before becoming her werecat form.
Fievel shivered hesitantly. "That's true."
"Wow, you are a coward....." Teresa said to Fievel.
Then Fievel held Teresa out as a shield.
Soon Lena changed into her werecat form as well.
"Alright, now back to the wax dolls, why aren't there ones for Scooby or Shaggy," Fievel asked.
"And why are you using me as a shield," Teresa sweated hesitantly.
"Oops, I'm sorry, force of habit," Fievel said as he placed her back on the ground, "now you two, back to my question."
"Ow," Teresa yelped from the pain.
"Oh, these simpletons," Simone scoffed. "We didn't even bother making wax dolls of them. Waste of time and magic wax," she roared into the mouse's face, blowing his fur back.
This caused Fievel to gulp.
"Just what are you planning to do with us," Teresa demanded, trying to hide her own fear.
"Oh, that's simple," Lena replied, "every Harvest Moon, I must drain the lifeforce from victims lured to my island...to preserve my immortality."
"And as for Martin," Daphne asked.
"He'll be mine..." Lena sniggered as she held Martin.
"No, Martin is mine," Cynthia glared with tears in her eyes, "aren't you, Martin?!"
Martin didn't seem to respond as soon as the ferry man came in.
"Martin..." Cynthia's voice squeaked and broke.
Soon Fievel whispered into Cynthia's ear of what to do.
"Faster, help us out of here," Teresa warned the ferry man.
The ferry man came closer and appeared to also be a werecat.
"Never mind," Teresa trembled.
"Let me guess, you gave him immortality, right," Fievel asked.
"Oh, you remember...." Simone pinched his cheek and wiggled it, "you left so soon with that Vanessa girl the last time you were here."
"Don't remind me about her," Fievel said, "anyhow, can Martin and Cynthia have a moment together before he is Lena's forever?"
"Why should he," Simone snarled in the mouse's face, "Lena has desired Martin ever since she first laid eyes on him."
"Oh, it's alright, it's not like there's anything she can do," Lena grinned.
Martin looked firm and stoic.
"Martin..." Darla lamented for her big brother, she really had tears in her eyes as this looked like a horrible nightmare come true for her.
Soon they untied Cynthia's voodoo doll, allowing her to be free for a moment. Cynthia blinked and saw that she was floating.
"Before you waste us, just let Cynthia say farewell to her sweet baboo..." Fievel requested to the werecats.
"Well, fine," Simone said.
Cynthia bowed her head mournfully.
"But make it fast," Lena growled.
Soon Cynthia went over to Martin. Martin stared blankly into Cynthia's eyes.
Cynthia's lip quivered and her eyes grew dewy as she looked like she was going to weep. Please work, she thought to herself.
Soon Cynthia kissed Martin on the lips and where at first nothing seemed to happen, but then Martin started to kiss her back and pull Cynthia in closer.
"WHAT," Lena hissed.
"Phew," Teresa wiped her forehead in relief.
Soon they separated after a while.
"Cynthia," Martin grinned.
"Martin," Cynthia beamed and hugged him.
Martin grinned and hugged her right back.
"Oh, Martin, thank heavens..." Teresa even hugged Martin.
"How is this possible," the ferry man asked.
"That's the power of love, you pussycats," Fievel laughed wickedly.
"I'll be back," Martin grinned at Cynthia before running at super-speed before seeing that the voodoo dolls were floating.
Cynthia chortled while her face turned red as he went away.
"You are all DEAD," Martin yelled out.
"No, they're not," Discord's voice said.
Then Martin stopped and looked around.
Discord teleported in front of him. "Hello there, Martin."
"Must you do that," Martin asked, annoyed.
"I'm sorry, but it's my fact," Discord defended.
Martin rolled his eyes. "Excuse me, I have to save my friends from these crazy werecats now."
Soon Discord used his magic on the voodoo dolls and freed them.
"Thanks, Discord," Martin grinned softly to the draconequus.
"Anything for friends of Fluttershy," Discord blushed as he mentioned the female pegasus.
"Now to get rid of these three," Martin frowned at the werecat people.
"Want some help," Discord snickered.
"Sure, can you handle the females while I handle Big and Ugly," Martin asked, referring to the ferry man that was a werecat.
"You mean Jacques? Of course," Discord approved.
Martin nodded before the two of them went to fight the werecats.
"Why don't you wanna hurt the girls," Discord asked.
"I don't hurt ladies," Martin defended.
"Nice boy," Discord grinned.
Martin nodded. Then the two split up and went to face the werecats to save the others from this crazy adventure.
Simone carried Darla. "Now, what to do with you? I could always use an heir..."
Darla growled and kicked her in the face.
"Why, you little brat," Simone frowned before got slapped in the face by Big Mona.
"Nice one, Mona," Darla grinned to the catfish.
"Hey, you're the sister of my new owner, it's the least I could do so," Big Mona grinned.
Darla grinned back.
"I'm going to drain you FIRST," Simone started to strangle Darla.
Darla gasped as she choked and gagged.
Soon Simone felt herself being lifted up by something. She expected Martin, but it was someone else. "Discord?!"
"Surprised to see me," Discord sniggered darkly.
Soon Lena felt herself be lifted up by Discord's magic. Discord snickered to the werecats. Darla gasped, but she picked up Mona and rushed away.
"Put us down, you beast," Lena demanded.
"Huh...no," Discord sniggered.
"Looks like it's just you and me, Jacques," Martin snickered.
"I can warn that this won't be easy..." Jacques frowned.
"You might as well give up while you yet can," Martin challenged.
"No luck," Jacques frowned.
"Alright then," Martin shrugged before he changed into his werepony form.
Jacques snarled, but did look surprised at the new form.
"CHARGE," Martin called out before he tackled Jacques to fight him away.
And where the fight between two male werecreatures was on.
"Discord, we need to get rid of these werecats before they do something horrible," Darla said to Discord as she held Big Mona's fish bowl.
"No, we just have to keep them at bay, but then their immortality is over," Discord said.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing here," Darla asked concernedly.
"Yes, just keep an eye on the moondile," Discord said.
"C'mon, Mona," Darla warned the catfish and walked away with her.
"Oh, Discord..." Simone shook her head, "you used to be the most frightening force of nature...now you're no better than Tirek."
"Don't you dare mention that monster to me," Discord frowned.
"Oh, you wish you could be like him~" Simone sniggered.
"Ever since you met that pegasus 'Shutterfly', you've been pathetic," Lena mocked.
"Her name is Fluttershy," Discord frowned sharply.
Soon they heard Jacques yowl out in pain as he was now on the ground, unable to get up due to Atticus standing on top of him. Then they looked to see exactly what just happened.
Atticus snickered as he had won the battle. "I warned you to give up while you yet could, best always beats worse."
"It's going past the cat face," Darla informed them.
"Very nice, Darla, darling," Discord called out.
"That means that your nine lives are up," Atticus sniggered at the werecat.
"Oh, really," Discord deadpanned.
"They're cats, it's funny..." Martin defended, "anyhow, hasta la vista, kittycats!"
"But why..." Lena frowned weakly to Martin, "I could've given you anything you've ever wanted."
"Nothing you could give me could be more reluctant than the love of my friends and family and my true love," Martin said.
Lena frowned before she ran off with Simone and Jacques, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
"Nice fact we've had all that on video," Discord said before they all saw the zombies.
"Daphne will surely appreciate this," Martin said as they went to save the others, hearing the frustrated werecats shout his name.
Later...
"We're free," Teresa and Cynthia cheered.
"Oh, Cynthia," Martin came between them and hugged them, "Teresa! Thank heavens you're both safe now!"
"Nice fact that these zombies got to rest in peace eventually," Cynthia said.
"We should pay our respects if the time is right," Patch said.
The others nodded about that.
"You're all free," Martin grinned to the zombies as he held Big Mona in her bowl.
"Thank you for saving my footage," Daphne grinned at Discord.
"No problem at all," Discord grinned back as he gave her her video camera, "keep this safe now."
"This has been quite the mystery and adventure for us all," Daphne said to the others as she was very emotional and happy.
"Well, Happy Birthday...." Cynthia replied, remembering.
"Thank you, Cynthia," Daphne grinned.
Cynthia grinned back.
Later on, it was time for everyone to go home.
"C'mon, Darla, let's get going home," Martin said.
"Be right there..." Darla said as she held Big Mona's fish bowl and then looked into the bowl, "you alright, Mona?"
"Yes, it's going to be a big experience for me," Big Mona grinned.
"I wish you'll be fine....." Darla soothed, "and I promise you, no one will hunt you in our house."
Then they loaded up and were set to go back home after their big and crazy adventure. Teresa was writing in her journal as they were ready to go back to where they came from.
"I'll see you all in Equestria," Discord warned the others.
"See ya in Equestria," Martin said.
Then they went back to their respective homes. The others were a little mournful to leave Mystery Inc, it was never an easy time, but they always had another mystery and adventure to look forward to. Basil and Mrs. Brisby hugged Darla as she was back home.
"Oh, welcome home, Darla," Mrs. Brisby grinned.
"I've missed you both so much......" Darla hugged her adoptive parents back.
"Well, there's someone who missed you a lot more than any of us have missed you," Basil grinned.
"Oh, really," Darla replied, "who?"
Then the two backed up to show Auntie Shrew on the couch.
"AUNTIE," Darla squeaked as she ran to her aunt and jumped into her open arms for a hug.
"I've missed you so much, darling," Auntie Shrew grinned as she hugged her granddaughter.
"I've missed you as well....." Darla said softly and emotionally with a very joyous grin.
"We brought back something from our trip," Martin said.
"What's up," Basil grinned.
Martin took out the fish bowl. "Mum, Dad, this is Big Mona."
"Hello," Big Mona greeted.
Basil picked up the bowl with a grin. "Hello there...wow, a catfish...I don't think I've seen anyone with a pet catfish."
"Same here," Auntie Shrew agreed as she kept hugging Darla.
"I caught her while fishing," Martin said.
"Way to go, Martin," Basil grinned to his son.
Soon Martin placed Big Mona's bowl gently on a nightstand. Big Mona swam around.
"Oh, here, you must be hungry," Martin gave her some fish food.
Big Mona grinned before eating the fish food.
"There we go..." Martin grinned back, "I hope you like living here."
"It'll be a big change, but I hope so as well," Big Mona agreed.
"Same here," Patch said.
Then Martin sat on his bed and hugged Patch. "So nice to be back home."
"Sure is," Patch grinned.
"I need a nap though....." Martin said, "why don't you go visit Colette?"
Patch blushed, but since he wasn't as tired and they just got home, he decided to do so. Martin grinned before he fell asleep. Then Patch went away.
Auntie Shrew decided to spend the night and save a day of fun with Darla first fact tomorrow, but she had a book wrapped up for her granddaughter as one of her gifts.
"Which book is that, Auntie Shrew," Mrs. Brisby asked.
"Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, it's a classic," Auntie Shrew chortled.
"Ooh," Mrs. Brisby grinned.
"Do you think Darla will like it," Auntie Shrew asked, "it's so funny, this scientist makes a machine to make it rain food since there's only sardines to eat in their town."
"I wish she'll love it," Mrs. Brisby grinned.
Then Auntie Shrew put it in a glossy pink bag. Darla guffawed as she was secretly watching and not asleep.
"And I wouldn't want the surprise to be ruined," Auntie Shrew said to Mrs. Brisby with a wink.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear..." Mrs. Brisby shook her head in agreement.
Soon Auntie Shrew whispered to Mrs. Brisby about their little spy. Then Mrs. Brisby noticed this and chortled. Darla gasped and then rushed away to her room. Soon Auntie Shrew whispered where to put the book. Mrs. Brisby nodded as she tapped the tip of her nose in a knowing face.
"I think it's time for you to go to bed, sugah," Auntie Shrew guffawed to her granddaughter.
"Oh, but you just got here....." Darla pouted.
"Don't worry, I'll be here tomorrow," Auntie Shrew said.
"You will," Darla grinned.
"I'll be here all week," Auntie Shrew promised, "I'm sorry for missing our time together the other day, where I'm gonna make it up to ya."
"Yes," Darla grinned.
"Go to bed now," Mrs. Brisby chuckled.
Darla sighed. "Alrright...good night..." she went away to her bedroom.
Soon Mrs. Brisby hid the book in her closet. Then Auntie Shrew went to stay in the guest room for the night.
The next day was a refreshing one and everyone decided to take it easy.
"This is the comic book that I found in the mail," Robyn said to Patch as he came to visit her, Tom and Jerry, "it's about this robot girl named XJ-9, but she calls herself Jenny and she lives in this town called Tremorton."
"Cool," Patch grinned.
"Sometimes, this lady robot named Queen Vexus tries to make her apart of her force called Cluster Prime," Robyn said, "well, you think you can find out if it's true or just a comic book?"
"I wish I can in the future," Patch promised her.
"Thank you," Robyn grinned, "oh, and Tom is really enjoying his strength."
"Any dogs trying to beat him up again," Patch snickered, feeling glad he could help out Tom since he was being a friendlier cat now.
"Take a look in the backyard," Robyn grinned.
Patch followed her out into the backyard to see how Tom was doing with his new abilities. They saw him doing push ups and where he saw a certain cat that Patch knew and was waiting for her to arrive as the tomcat was now going to flex his muscles.
Patch chuckled as he watched Tom at work. Jerry was in the backyard as well, but of course, was with Peep. Maisy came into the backyard and where she saw Tom flexing his muscles. Patch chuckled, hiding his muzzle with his paw.
Maisy sniggered to Tom as she saw him in action. "Oh, how interesting~"
"Oh, hello, Maisy; I didn't see you there," Tom snickered back before he lifted up a tree, which didn't have anyone living in it, showing off his strength.
Maisy chortled. "You're silly, Thomas~"
Soon Tom placed the tree back in place. "What can I say? I love this strength of mine," he snickered as he flexed his muscles.
Maisy chuckled.
"Maisy and Tom, right," Patch commented, "never thought I'd see it."
"I guess all they needed was a little shove," Robyn said.
Patch chuckled with her, but they decided to give Tom and Maisy some privacy.
"Well, uh...you think you wanna have Thanksgiving dinner with my parents," Jerry asked the former female Martian.
"What is this exactly," Peep asked.
Jerry sighed. "This might take a while, but I wish you'll love it."
"I agree," Peep grinned.
"Love is in the air....." Patch commented.
"I guess..." Robyn shrugged.
"Aren't you going out with Max Russo," Patch reminded her of one adventure.
"I don't think he's right for me..." Robyn yet shrugged, "he seems nice and all, but...I think I should perhaps wait for someone else."
"Like who," Patch grinned.
"I'm not sure..." Robyn said.
"Perhaps Amber's cousin has a friend for you..." Patch suggested with a shrug, "he has best friends like Chester, AJ, Sanjay, Elmer..."
"We'll see, Patch..." Robyn replied, "I'm yet young anyhow."
"That's true," Patch nodded.
Robyn grinned to Patch. "Thanks for coming over again."
"How's your Uncle Chip," Patch asked casually.
"He's doing grand," Robyn grinned.
Then Patch walked with Robyn, he loved spending time with her, but he would never live with her since he had Martin, but they were pretty close for a girl and a dog.
Back home...
Auntie Shrew sipped a cup of morning coffee as Darla opened the presents she gave for her to make up for her absence roughly a week ago.
"Cool," Darla grinned.
"I hope you enjoy your presents," Auntie Shrew grinned.
"Oh, Auntie, you spoil me," Darla guffawed.
Executive ProducerDENNIS DeSHAZER
Supervising ProducerJIM ROWLEY
Senior Producer& DirectorJIM ROWLEY
ProducerBEN VAUGHN
WriterSANDRA J. PAYNE
Consulting ProducerLINDA HOUSTON
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Production DesignerBOB LAVALLEE
Music DirectorJOSEPH PHILLIPS
Cast:Barney's Voice • BOB WESTBarney's Costume • DAVID JOYNERBaby Bop's Voice • JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Costume • JEFF AYERSB.J.'s Voice • PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Costume • JEFF BROOKSMiss Etta Kette • BRICE ARMSTRONGScooter McNutty • TODD DUFFEY
Cast:Chip • LUCIEN DOUGLASJill • LANA WHITTINGTONEmily • HANNAH OWENSHannah • MARISA KUERSStephen • CHASE GALLATINStella the Storyteller • PHYLLIS CICERO
Production ManagerCHARLOTTE SPIVEY
Associate DirectorTERRIE DAVIS
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA ODETTE ALBERTSON
Lighting DesignerKEN CRAIG
Lighting DirectorLOWRY G. PERRY
Stage ManagerJENA ATCHISON
Post Production SupervisorBOB DAUBER
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
EditorsVICKIE STERLINGMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID BOOTHE
Production AudioRON BALENTINE
Make-Up DesignJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Manager of Music ServicesLISA ARBUCKLE GREIF
Manager of Talent ServicesJULIE HUTCHINGS
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Original Barney, Baby Bopand B.J. Costumes byIRENE COREYDESIGN ASSOCIATES
"I Love You" lyrics byLEE BERNSTEIN (BMI)Melody Traditional © 1983 Shimbarah Music (BMI)
Produced by The Lyons Groupand Connecticut Public Television
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutive in ChargeLARRY RIFKIN
The names and characters Barney,Baby Bop, B.J., Stella the Storyteller,Scooter McNutty, Miss Etta Ketteand Booker T. Bookworm aretrademarks of Lyons Partnership, L.P.
This picture has made the jurdisction of I.A.T.S.E.-IA, affiliated with A.F.L.-C.L.O.
Dolby Digital in Selected Theaters
Barney and B.J., "Barney & Friends"and the Barney and children logoare Reg. U.S. Pat & Tm. Off.
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
Barney and the Backyard Gang®and Barney & Friends® wereoriginally developed bySHERYL LEACH,KATHY PARKERand DENNIS DESHAZER
Copyright © 1998 Lyons Partnership, L.P.All rights reserved.