Ol’ Scoob saw a ghost, which flung him from a bathtub into the basement, and then chased him around. Oh noes!
He tells Fred and Shaggy about it, but after checking the bathtub…
…they get really incredulous, cheesed off, and don’t believe him.
Fred says, angrily, “You’ve sure got some imagination!”
Meanwhile, Scooby’s all like
“Uh… guys? Remember earlier this season?”
“Y’know, with the possessed suit of armor… and the haunted castle… and the glowing scuba diver… and the creepy miner… and the dognapping shaman guy… and the blue-faced ghoul… and the giant ape man… and the living puppets… and the hypnotizing clown… and the second castle full of monsters… and the petrifying mummy… and the witch’s zombie… and the ghost pirates… and the alien specter with a haunted airfield of clones?”
“…is a ghost and a bathtub really where you draw the line of believability?”
“Tell me a happy story,” the dryad sleepily mumbled to her wife, curled up in her arms.
The mermaid smiled and ran a gentle hand along the dryad’s cheek. “The legends of the moon and the sea never meeting are false. They meet each night, they kiss with each high wave and every moon beam.”
The dryad made a soft noise of happiness and drifted to sleep.
peter pan or dont go? love me right or lotto? my turn to cry or baby don’t cry? my lady or artificial love? the star or thunder? hey mama! or the one? growl or monster? lose control or what u need? for life or promise?