Scooby-Doo Page #4

No, Scooby-Doo,

your mom eats cat poop!

Bring it.

You want a piece of the Shagster?

- Feel the pain, Scoob.

- Okay.

Come on! Two shots! Two shots!

Me and you, me and you again.

I'll give you some right now, buddy.

Scoob!

I gotta save him.

You stay here, I'll be right back.

No, Shaggy.

I mean, it's too dangerous.

I've got to. He's, like, my best pal.

Friends don't quit.

Scoob?

Scooby-Doo...

...where are you?

Scoob?

Shaggy. Shaggy.

Shaggy!

Velma.

I'll save you.

Thanks, Shaggy.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Let me go so I can return to my body.

Get out of here...

...before they steal

your protoplasm too.

I always knew you were a hero, Shaggy.

Jinkies!

- Hey, buddy.

- Shaggy!

Someone must have spiked my root beer

last night. Talk me down, man.

Fred, you're a frigging

protoplasmic head.

I know.

But I'm still the best-looking

protoplasmic head here.

How do you drive this?

The Darkopalypse's upon us.

Get what you need for the ceremony.

On your right. Your left.

I'm coming, good-looking!

- Thank you, you've saved me.

- Sorry, I'm looking for my friends.

But...

Put me back, Shaggy.

I'll figure a way out myself.

- Like, how?

- I don't know.

I'll use my tongue as an oar

and swim to the edge.

Sorry.

Yo, yo, you, yo.

What the...?

You could use a little sunlight.

That's one part of the mystery solved.

The creatures need our bodies

to survive in sunlight.

Like a human suit.

SPF 1,000,000.

But what are they doing here

in the first place?

Daphne, you okay?

Yeah.

- But I'm not Daphne!

- Fred?

I couldn't get to my body.

I didn't know where else to go.

It's not easy to steer

when you're pure spirit.

I can look at myself naked.

Oh, brother.

- Get your hands off me.

- Daphne?

- He planned this somehow, didn't he?

- Hey, good-looking.

Fred, you egocentric...

- Please tell me you guys are you.

- Fred keeps touching me.

Makes you nostalgic

for the homicidal creatures.

I stole this. I hope it helps.

The Daemon Ritus.

- I'm me again.

- Yippee for you.

Man, like, why am I wearing a dress?

Everyone remain calm.

Velma, what the heck's going on?

If I am correct...

...due to the instability of protoplasm

in the proximity of the Daemon Ritus...

...we're going to continue

randomly changing bodies until...

Jinkies!

...until the protoplasm realigns

with the correct bodies.

I'm Fred again!

Daph, what's wrong with you?

Don't you ever eat?

I'm me.

- I'm back.

- Like, me too.

Told you so.

- Oh, no.

- Let's go.

I guess that was the wrong ingredient.

Wait.

I know how to handle this guy.

Hey, you! What're you doing?

Yes. That is masterful.

I'm doing a voodoo ritual.

I need to get the right ingredients.

The only way to protect myself is

by blessing this dead Arnouki beast.

They're about to perform

their evil Darkopalypse ritual.

- Darkopalypse ritual?

- Right.

- That's what the ancient text describes.

- Don't open that!

They use the protoplasm

in the vat as an energy source.

And the leader needs to absorb a purely

good soul to complete the ritual.

Legend has it,

once the ritual is performed...

...the creatures will rule on Earth

for 10,000 years.

That's why I have this in my house.

To protect myself.

You have another one of those?

Those creatures are taking over

the world? That is so mean.

They can't do the ritual without a pure

human soul. Where will they get one?

I didn't say human.

Oh, boy.

Hello, puppy.

If the person behind all this

needs Scooby-Doo...

Then that person is the one

who brought Scooby here.

Scoobert. How are you, my friend?

Sit down, please.

Okay.

Scooby Snack?

Maybe one.

We'll need some more of those.

That's me!

It certainly is.

And that's because... why?

We love you, Scooby-Doo.

Unlike that alleged friend

of yours, Shaggy.

He wouldn't believe you about

that nasty girl Mary Jane, would he?

No.

But I believe you, my friend.

And that's why I've got

a very important job for you.

What's that?

That's a cat with a bobbing head.

Please don't touch it.

I would like you...

...to be a sacrifice.

A sacrifice?

If Mondorajagaga wanted Scooby,

why'd he invite the rest of us?

It doesn't matter.

We gotta, like, go save Scoob.

Our area of expertise is nut jobs

in Halloween costumes.

We're supposed to be heroes, man.

So I'm gonna do what I always do:

I'm gonna eat myself a Scooby Snack,

and I'm gonna save my best pal.

Velmster?

You think I'm gonna fall for that?

Giving me my own nickname?

Trying to make me feel like...

...part of the gang?

We could make a plan.

What can I do? The only thing

I'm good for is getting caught.

But you never let that

stop you before.

And if that's not a true hero,

then I don't know what is.

Let's get jinkie with it.

Okay, so we use the pulleys

to tip over the vat.

Daphne will open the air vents

and release the disco skull.

The light will refract off the skull...

The creatures will explode, I'll find

Scoob, and we'll have saved the world.

Oh, no. The ritual's beginning.

Quick. Attach this to the vat.

We're here to save you.

Shaggy, faster.

All systems go.

Wait, no!

Mystery Inc. rides again.

Quick, hide the Daemon Ritus.

Would you like another Scooby Snack?

Okay.

Scooby-Doo!

Yo, yo, yo. Yo, homedogs.

You forgot the next part

of the dance...

...where we do the Electric Slide,

you know...

Hurry up, Velma.

Welcome to my little

end-of-the-world party.

I've waited a long time

for this moment.

Thank you for returning

the ultimate party favor:

The Daemon Ritus.

And now, behold the sacrifice.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hello, thank you.

Thank you. Shaggy?

Let's run for it.

We gotta get out of here.

- I'm a sacrifice. Hello.

- A sacrifice?

Dude, that's not a good thing, Scoob.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

And I'm sorry I haven't been

a very good friend since we got here.

- But you gotta trust me now.

- You don't trust me.

I do trust you.

Now, look. Who's your best buddy?

- Shaggy.

- Right.

And who's my best buddy?

- Scooby-Doo?

- That's right.

You are. And we're like two trippy peas

in a far-out pod, man.

Best buddies trust each other.

Let's do what we do best.

Let's run out of here screaming

in fear like two lunatics, okay?

On the count of...

Let's make it five. One.

Two.

Hey, look at me!

The moment is at hand.

Through the Daemon Ritus,

I shall absorb the energy source.

And now, to complete

the transformation...

...I shall absorb the pure one.

Ultimate power shall be mine!

Nobody absorbs my pal!

Come on!

I'm free!

Look at me!

Get him!

Let's get the Daemon Ritus.

Get off my pincer!

Cowabunga!

Look, Velms. A man in a mask.

We love you, Scooby-Doo. We love you.

That alleged friend of yours, Shaggy.

I shall absorb...

Puppy power! I've outsmarted...

Scrappy-Doo.

Correction.

The new, improved Scrappy.

Because I, Scrappy-Dappy-Doo,

have absorbed enough energy...

...to rule the world

with my all-powerful army!

And I've brought you here,

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