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Summary: Alexander Harris lived to the ripe old age of 97, what happens when senility and the W word get brought up on his death bed?

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Cartoons > Scooby DooSithicusFR13829,33716118,99319 Dec 0927 Sep 10No

Halloween Night = Parents' Night

Author's Notes: Greetings and Salutations Readers. We're almost through the wonderful special. I've decided that we will not be witnessing too much of the Revolta side of things mainly because instead of re-writing all the scenes from the end of the special dealing with Shaggy, Scooby, Scrappy and Matches going to save the younger girls we're going to get to see Xander, Daphne, Flim Flam, Vincent Van Ghoul and some of the older girls dealing with the Thirteenth Demon simultaneously.

That means after we finish up a few more scenes inserting Xander into the special we're going to have some real original fun.
That being said, here's the first half of the Halloween Party with expanded guest roster.

"They're Creepy and they're kooky, mysterious and spooky, they're altogether ooky... The Addams Family.

Winnie howled as she put a jack-o-lantern on the windowsill. Three days had passed since the volleyball tournament and the younger girls were in a very happy mood. The days leading up to Halloween had passed uneventfully – for the most part – Alexander still had a bit of trouble digesting some of the food that Grandmama Frump was supposed to be making with human pallets in mind.

“This is going to be our happiest Halloween ever,” Winnie said joyfully.

“Because we have a trophy to show off at our open house,” Tanis said holding up the volleyball trophy.

“Open house?” Scrappy repeated as he lugged another jack-o-lantern. “Is that like a party?” he asked.

“It’s only the biggest event of the Grimwood school year,” Sibella replied hanging up a skeleton as one of the decorations.

“Like, will there be food?” Shaggy asked as he and Scooby-Doo put two jack-o-lanterns on one of the tables carved in their likenesses.

The skeleton fell into view startling both of them.

“Yikes!” They cried out in unison.

“Oh, lot’s of goodies, Shaggy,” Sibella replied. “Miss Grimwood is in the kitchen right now.”

“Like, what are we waiting for?” Shaggy asked enthusiastically. “Come on, Scoob!” he shouted.

“Rexcuse us,” Scooby told the girls before both of them dashed off to the kitchen.

“Oh. I just love making brownies,” Miss Grimwood said happily as she poured one of the ingredients into the mixing bowl that her helping ghoul hand was stirring.

“Rownies, oh roy,” Scooby said with a smile as he and Shaggy skidded to a halt next to the table.

“Like can we give you a hand, Miss Grimwood?” Shaggy asked hopefully.

“Thanks, Shaggy, I’ve already got one,” she returned. “But you can lick the bowl,” she told him.

“Like thanks,” Shaggy said as the bowl was placed on the table in front of him and Scooby.

“Reah ranks,” Scooby said.

Both of them stuck their arms into the bowl and used their hand – or paw – to fish out some of the brownie batter.

“Alright, Matches, ready to bake a batch of brownies?” Miss Grimwood asked the little dragon.

“Yeah,” it said in a growly toned voice. It started blowing fire on the oven-rack that Miss Grimwood had placed the brownie pan on. It didn’t take long for a warm smell to fill the air.

“Mmmmm… something smells rotten,” Sibella said joining them in the kitchen.

“Like you said it, Sibella,” Shaggy said slurping up some of the raw brownie batter and taking a tentative sniff of the air.

“Reah, really rotten,” Scooby agreed slurping up some dough himself.

“Deliciously rotten! Swamp brownies fresh from the oven,” Sibella said as the first batch was brought over to her for examination.

“Made with slimy swamp water chock full of mosquitoes,” Miss Grimwood said with a pleasant smile.

“Zoinks! Like there’s itchin’ in the kitchen, Scoob,” Shaggy said starting to scratch.

“Reah,” Scooby agreed starting to scratch all over his body himself. He giggled.

“Phantasma, are those caterpillar cookies ready to bake yet?” Miss Grimwood asked the spectral girl with a tray in hand.

“They will be as soon as I catch them,” Phanty replied giggling wildly as she chased a bunch of un-cooked cookies over the floor.

“Like this kitchen is just crawling with snacks, Scooby,” Shaggy said dancing out of the way of the fleeing cookies.

Scooby nodded. “Reah,” he said.

“Nothing’s too good for our guests,” Phanty said with more giggles. She was always giggling – a result of her parentage most likely – or maybe she just had a screw loose.

“Gee, who’s coming to this open house anyway?” Scrappy asked sticking his head into the kitchen.

“Everyone, Scrappy,” Sibella replied holding up a picture of a bat. “My daddy, Dracula.”

“That’s your daddy?” Scrappy asked frowning slightly in confusion.

“It’s a bat picture of him, but he’ll show up after sundown.” Sibella turned to look out the window at the sinking sun.

“Then why can you go into the sunlight during the day, Sibella?” Scrappy wondered curiously.

“Oh that’s easy, I use sun block, Transylvanian Five Thousand, guaranteed to keep the sun off of your skin or your urn is free,” Sibella explained holding up a black and purple tube with blood red writing on the side.

“Gee… That’s neat,” Scrappy said. “But why is the urn free?”

“For your ashes of course, silly,” Sibella said shaking her head.

“Oh.” Scrappy frowned. “I hope you won’t forget to use it, Sibella, I would hate to see you turn to dust,” he said with genuine affection in his tone.

“Don’t worry, Scrappy, I’m not going anywhere,” Sibella said with a friendly smile. She picked up the pup and gave him a big hug.

Meanwhile Shaggy and Scooby stuck their heads out of one of the kitchen’s windows. They both studied the slowly sinking sun warily.

“Zoinks! It’s almost s-s-s-sundown now, Scoob,” Shaggy said. “Like that’s when the vampires start biting,” he added with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh no! Rike!” Scooby cried scrambling out of the kitchen as fast as his four paws would take him.

“Like wait for me, Scooby!” Shaggy shouted rushing after his canine friend.

“Stop!” Elsa said holding up her hand as she walked into the front room with a large painting of Frankenstein’s Monster. “You’ve got to meet Frankenteen Senior,” she said.

“Huh?” Shaggy repeated.

“Rike Ri rink rits ropywrighting,” Scooby explained.

“Oh thanks, Scoob,” Shaggy said with a nervous stutter.

“And my mummy daddy,” Tanis said holding up a painting of her father.

“And don’t forget papa werewolf,” Winnie added showing off a painting of her dad.

The cowardly nature of the two detectives got the better of them at the prospect of meeting their students’ parents. Specifically their fathers. Shaggy and Scooby scrambled to find a place to hide.

“And my phantom father,” Phanty said with a mad giggle fit as she unfurled a painting of her father.

Shaggy stared at it and sweat started to drip down his forehead. “Zoinks!” he shouted as a bolt of lightning lit up the growing dusk. “Like we’re going to be trapped in a house full of m-m-m-m-m-monsters!” he told Scooby who’d hopped into his arms. Both of them were trembling with fright.

“What’s the difference between that and this, guys?” Scrappy asked clearly not understanding why his brave ghost catching uncle and his bestest human pal were terrified beyond all reason.

“Because!” Shaggy said. “D-D-D-Dracula and the others are some of the worst, most terrifying, most frightening monsters of all time, Scrappy. And like, we already used up our courage quota the past four days bein’ here.”

“But Sibella and the girls would never hurt us, Shaggy,” Scrappy argued.

“It’s not them we’re worried about,” Shaggy said.

“Rit’s there rathers,” Scooby added.

“Like, I’m not going to stay another night in this creepy place!” Shaggy declared. “And there is no amount of Scooby Snacks on this planet that could make me stick around,” he added.

“But, Shaggy, Uncle Scooby, we signed a contract. We can’t just leave because you’re scared of the parents. I mean a lot of teachers are probably nervous about meeting their students’ parents,” Scrappy pointed out wisely.

“Like I don’t care!” Shaggy shouted. “I am outta here,” he added dashing off to pack.

“Re roo,” Scooby said moving to go pack as well.

Rain started to fall as more lightning and thunder lit up the night sky. And with a loud bang from outside the cowardly detectives froze mid-step.

“L-L-Like what was that?” Shaggy asked nervously.

“That was your tires exploding due to the humidity,” Miss Grimwood informed. “And I will not send Lurch out to fetch replacement tires until you take this,” she added holding up a small flask.

“Rat ris rit?” Scooby asked.

“A little something from Grandmama Frump’s kitchen,” Miss Grimwood informed.

“It isn’t a courage potion is it?” Shaggy asked nervously.

“No, using that wouldn’t be ethical,” Miss Grimwood replied. “This potion is designed to protect you as long as you are inside of my house no one, not even Dracula, can harm you bodily.”

Shaggy broke into a wide grin and he snatched up the flask without a second thought. Tipping it up he took a deep drink from the thing and then passed it to Scooby. “Like why didn’t you give us that sooner?” he asked.

“Reah?” Scooby chimed in.

“I decided only to use it as a last resort,” Miss Grimwood replied with a slight frown. “There are certain… side-effects,” she added.

“R-R-Ride-effects?” Scooby repeated beginning to tremble again.

“I’m afraid it draws supernatural creatures to you like flies to honey,” Miss Grimwood explained. “And it won’t wear off for at least fifteen years,” she added.

“F-F-F-Fifteen years!” Shaggy shouted in abject terror. His skin paled, his knees started to tremble, his legs wobbled and he collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.

“Ruh-Roh,” Scooby said before fainting himself.

“I hope Xander won’t need any of that stuff,” Scrappy said.

“Oh I’m certain he’ll be perfectly fine,” Miss Grimwood said. “He’s already eaten some of Grandmama’s cooking,” she added.

Xander carefully adjusted the large orange sweater he’d found in his clothing selection. The fact that it had originally come with an obvious skirt and a pair of glasses made him wonder if somehow Sugey had packed something by mistake.

Fortunately since it was Halloween night he could get away with it. For some reason all of his other pants had disappeared. He frowned slightly as he fought to adjust the skirt again.

“Xander, who are you supposed to be?” Althea asked her eyes wide with shock as she and Misty came to fetch him.

“I’m not sure, but since I didn’t have time to plan anything costume wise I’m stuck as a cross dresser tonight,” Xander replied with a sigh.

“I like it, I like it,” Misty purred reaching out to pinch Xander’s butt.

“Xander!” Scrappy called from downstairs. “Xander, are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m fine, why?” Xander called back downstairs.

Scrappy sighed. “Uncle Scooby and Shaggy just found out that the parents are coming,” Scrappy explained.

“Oh that,” Xander said with a shrug and a nervous chuckle. “I figure they’ll be like just about any other parents,” he said. “Even if they are monsters.”

“Great. Well hurry up and get down here, the older girls’ mothers will be here soon,” Scrappy said.

“Uh… can this place support Helen’s mother?” Xander asked dumbly as he let Althea and Misty lead him downstairs.

“Oh don’t worry about Misses Archer,” Misty said waving her hand dismissively. “She has control over her size, a gift from Zeus,” she explained.

“Zeus?” Xander repeated surprised. “As in King of the Gods Zeus?” he asked tugging at his sweater’s collar nervously.

“Medusa, the Lamia, Elementals and Succubae exist and yet you have trouble believing in our Gods?” Misty demanded.

Xander hastily shook his head. “That’s not it, I was just surprised that he’d intervene with a mortal woman cursed like Misses Archer was,” he explained.

“Well – despite what that atrocious Hollywood flop says – Misses Archer grew into a giant because of a blood transfusion with one of the Titans,” Althea explained.

Xander made an oh expression with his mouth.

Finally reaching downstairs the trio heard a gaggle of gasps from the people already downstairs.

“Like, Velma, when did you get here?” Shaggy asked.

“Shaggy, that’s the same joke you used last time,” Scrappy said.

“Like I know, sorry, Scrappy,” Shaggy said shaking his head nervously. “I don’t know what came over me… I know Sugey didn’t get you that outfit, Xander,” he said to the teen in drag.

“Well if she didn’t then someone is messing around with my wardrobe,” Xander complained. “I couldn’t find any pants and when I got up this morning this was waiting for me.”

“You think he’d figure it out by now,” Cordelia complained with a frown.

“I told you, you should have tried a bit more subtlety, Cordy,” Willow reminded rolling her eyes.

“How else are we supposed to wake up his memories?” Cordelia demanded frustratedly. “Besides, if dressing him up like Fred and Velma isn’t subtle enough I’d like to see you try!” she snapped.

Willow frowned. “I’ve been thinking over that particular problem for a while now,” she said. “I just haven’t found the best solution yet,” she admitted with a sigh.

“Well let’s just see if this works this time,” Cordy said with a smug grin. She stuck out her tongue at Willow.

Tara shook her head. “And we’re supposed to be in charge of Earth’s Champions,” she told the ether.

“L-L-Like, what was that?” Shaggy asked nervously.

“What was what, Shaggy?” Sibella wondered curiously.

“That horrible gut-wrenching wail,” Shaggy said stammering with fright.

“Oh that was Uncle Fester,” Wednesday told the group.

The front door to the school opened revealing a bald pale-skinned man in a large robe, a well dressed dark haired man in a striped suit and a short stumpy boy with blonde hair and squinty eyes.

“Ah, Miss Grimwood, how good to see you again,” Gomez Addams greeted the headmistress with a suave smile and a kiss on the hand.

“Gomez Addams, you old flatterer you.” She smiled.

“Guilty as charged,” Gomez said. Before he hopped over the heads of the girls and landed next to Shaggy. “I say, my boy, have we met somewhere before? Your pale and waxen complexion looks vaguely familiar to me,” he said.

“L-L-Like, hello again, Mister Addams,” Shaggy greeted with a nervous smile. He shook Gomez’s hand.

“Weren’t you one of the babysitters?” Gomez asked with a snap. “Of course, of course!” he laughed.

“Is he to babysit us again, dad?” Pugsley asked with a sour grimace.

“No, Shaggy Rogers is our new Gym Instructor for the girls,” Miss Grimwood explained.

“Ah, yes, an excellent choice,” Gomez said slapping Shaggy across the shoulders and bowling him over. “As I recall this young man was quite an athletic specimen, even Cousin It was impressed by his stamina,” he said with a friendly smile.

“Hello, Pugsley,” Wednesday greeted with a dreamy smile.

“’Lo, Wednesday,” he returned stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Well, what are we standing around here for!” Fester shouted joyously. “Let’s go find Morticia and have a proper Addams reunion,” he said leading Gomez and the children out of the foyer.

Shaggy nervously tugged at his collar. “L-L-Like I hope they didn’t bring any of their pets,” he said.

“Re roo,” Scooby agreed his knees knocking.

Xander glanced around at the group of people in the foyer and did his best to look like he belonged. “Why isn’t anybody else dressed up?” he asked.

“Our costumes are upstairs, let’s go get them, Winnie,” Sibella said with a smile.

“I don’t need to, Sibella,” Winnie said with a smile. Closing her eyes she concentrated carefully and her form shimmered. Soon Winnie the Werewolf was no longer standing next to Tanis, instead a young orange haired girl in a tattered dress was standing there.

“You learned how to control your changes?” Sibella asked with a big smile.

“Yep, last night,” Winnie bragged proudly. “I can’t wait to show papa werewolf.”

“Come on, Tanis, let’s go get into our costumes,” Sibella said changing tracks.

“Right, Sibella, wait til you see it,” Tanis said with a broad grin.

Miss Grimwood clapped her hands. “Come along, Shaggy, I think it is time you met the other members of the faculty,” she said.

“L-L-Like do I have to, Misses G?” he asked with a nervous laugh.

“Of course you do,” she replied with a snap of her fingers.

Scooby and Scrappy followed Shaggy leaving Xander alone with the other girls.

“I guess this means you’re Velma,” Misty said with a mischievous smirk.

“I guess so,” Xander returned. “Jinkies!” he declared.

Althea eyed him confusedly. “Why’d you say that?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” Xander informed with a helpless shrug.

“See!” Cordelia shouted shoving Willow.

Willow just pouted and stuck out her tongue.

The storm outside intensified drastically and rain pelted the ground around Miss Grimwood’s School for Ghouls. Lightning flickered across the sky – a towering shadow blocked the light from the storm briefly before Nancy Archer shrunk down into a more manageable fifteen feet.

Frankenstein’s Monster groaned loudly as he marched up to the front door of the school – his bride had opted to stay home – she was busy preparing their ride for the upcoming Monster Rally Road Race. It was still a year or two away, but after the infighting and cheating from the last race the vehicle required a lot of touching up. And his bride was a much better mechanic than he would ever be.

Revolta triggered the activation spell for the Grim Creeper’s Venus spy traps and watched as the targets of her rage and disgust began to arrive – one by one.

“They’re coming, Revolta,” the Grim Creeper said excitedly. “The mightiest monsters in the world,” he added as the Werewolf, Dracula and the Mummy arrived.

“Let me cape you out of the rain, Mister Mummy,” Dracula said protecting his old friend from the pelting storm.

“Thank you, Count,” the Mummy returned. “This wrap isn’t water proof.”

“How is Cleo?” Dracula asked politely.

“As well as can be expected after three thousand years,” the Mummy said with a shrug.

“Blah! They were the mightiest, but now they have grown soft. Soon Revolta! Will be the most feared name in the monster world,” Revolta declared. “When I get those girl ghouls in my clutches,” she added with a dangerous glint of evil in her eyes.

One of her spider-bats tried to bite her outstretched hand.

Revolta slapped it sending it spinning around on its perch. “Try that again and I’ll have your scrubbing the halls with your tongue!” she snapped.

“Look, look, it’s Gaia,” the Grim Creeper said excitedly.

Revolta watched as the walking being of Earth and Grass joined the group of monsters entering the building. “She isn’t even a proper monster!” she stated coldly.

“No, Revolta, she’s much worse, she’s a Goddess,” the Grim Creeper said nervously wringing his tentacles. “What should happen if her daughters discover this plot and report us to Zeus?” he asked.

“I care nothing for those Greek Poseurs!” Revolta said slamming her four arms down onto the Grim Creeper’s head. “The Monster world and the Mythological One should have remained separate! But that goody-goody Helvetica Grimwood chose to open her school to all misfits of the Mortal world… When I am in charge of all of Monsterdom that will change, I guarantee it!”

“Y-Y-Yes, Revolta,” the Grim Creeper said wincing as he rubbed the large lumps forming on his head. “Whatever you say, Revolta, your wish is my command, Revolta,” he babbled making his way out of the observation room.

“Get my cauldron ready!” Revolta shouted. “I will wait no longer to trap those girl ghouls. This time tomorrow night they shall be mine and their power shall serve me!” Revolta laughed in mad delight as she pictured a world in which she ruled over all – even the Goblin King.

Shaggy, Scooby and the girls were seated around a table playing a quick game of Go Fish. Winnie was dressed up in a sundress and matching yellow sunhat playing the part of an ordinary looking girl.

Elsa was dressed up in a fancy dress and holding a large shepherds staff – she had dressed up as Little Bo Peep – one of the most frightening people she knew from the stories read to her in her youth.

Scrappy was dressed up with a red cape and a blue and red spandex costume – he was dressed up as Superman.

Scooby hadn’t bothered to get dressed up.

Shaggy was also foregoing the traditional costume wearing – he was still nervously trying to forget about the other faculty members he’d been introduced to. Vanna Pira, Doctor Jackyll, Doctor Jeckyll’s distant descendant, the creepy looking witch sisters that Shaggy couldn’t quite recall the names of and then there had been Mister Bonejangles, the girl’s biology teacher.

Shaggy had a fearful feeling of forewarning – as though he’d be encountering them again at some date. “Like, I wish we could go out trick-or-treatin’, Scoob,” he said with a wistful sigh. “This is the first year we won’t be able to,” he added.

“Ri know, Rhaggy,” Scooby agreed.

A loud roar – or possibly a moan – rang out throughout the house.

“Dada!” Elsa exclaimed rushing away from the table to greet her father.

A long low howl was next and Winnie smiled cheerfully. “My pop is callin me,” she said also leaving the table.

Shaggy shared a look with Scooby. “Like everyone’s runnin’ off, Scoob, so why don’t we?” he asked.

“Reah,” Scooby agreed.

They dashed off from the table and raced towards one of the walls in the room.

“Quick into this dumb waiter,” Shaggy said leaping into the decidedly unsafe looking old thing.

Scrappy dashed to keep up with them hopping in as the duo pulled the dumb waiter up to one of the rooms in the house. “Gee, Uncle Scooby, are we going up to meet the folks?” he asked naively.

“Like not exactly, Scrappy,” Shaggy replied.

The dumb waiter came to a stop in the hall and not one of the rooms as Shaggy had erroneously believed it would – mostly because this used to be an old hotel before it was changed into Grimwood’s school.

The trio dashed into the closest room and started piling up the furniture to block anyone else from coming in. Well Shaggy and Scooby started piling furniture – Scrappy was watching them disappointedly.

“I thought we already went over this?” he said.

“Like I know that, Scrappy, but better safe than sorry, right, Scoob?” Shaggy asked as he skidded to the floor and panted at the exertions he’d undergone.

“Reah, ri rope ro,” Scooby said wiping away some doggy sweat.

“We’ve got company, Uncle Scooby,” Scrappy said with a smirk as Phanty pushed open the drawer of the dresser leaning precariously against the door.

Phanty giggled almost madly once again. “So there you are,” she said. “Father,” she called through the bottom of the dresser drawer.

The Phantom of the Opera rose up next to his daughter with a friendly smile.

“Meet my new teachers,” Phanty said indicating the trio. “They’re mortals, but they’re ok as far as mortals go.”

“Phanty’s told me so much about you,” the Phantom said reaching down to shake Shaggy’s hand.

“YIKES!” Shaggy and Scooby cried in terror.

“See father,” Phanty said giggling. “They just love to exercise,” she added as the trio ran away – or more aptly Shaggy and Scooby ran away forgetting they were currently trapped in a bedroom – while Scrappy dangled in Scooby’s paw with a frustrated expression on his face.

“My Uncle needs a lesson in politeness,” Scrappy muttered. “It’s not like he tried to eat us, or kill us like those crooks we run into in the masks sometimes try,” he added.

“Like this way out, Scooby,” Shaggy said opening the window.

Two bats flew into the room startling them.

“Ro ray!’ Scooby cried rushing away from Sibella and her father.

“This is bat news!” Shaggy said as he dashed along clutching Scrappy in hand.

Scrappy watched the wall go by again and again. “I wonder if I should tell them we’re just going around in circles?” he asked himself.

Dracula moved ahead of the frightened duo and caught them – after changing into his human form – he smiled. “It’s so nice to see new blood at Grimwood’s,” he said with a friendly smile.

Shaggy stared in terror at Dracula. “Like you don’t want mine, it’s chicken blood,” he said clutching at his neck fearfully.

“Reah, rhicken,” Scooby agreed imitating the barnyard fowl in question.

“Sibella, these two are battier than we are,” Dracula said eyeing the now retreating pair of cowards curiously.

“They are a little strange, daddy, but they’re fangtastic teachers,” Sibella told her father.

“They ought to be,” Dracula said eyeing them carefully. “They were useful a few years ago when we threw a party to celebrate your sister’s birthday,” he added.

Sibella sighed. “My sister,” she said with a frown.

“We’ll find her, Sibella, I’m certain she couldn’t be too much in trouble.” Dracula patted her head carefully.

Shaggy and Scooby started to take down the large barrier they’d made – a useless gesture as it turned out. “Like we were lucky that time, Scoob, but it’s time to fly this coop!” Shaggy said.

“Rabsolutely,” Scooby agreed.

“Awww, but then we won’t meet the other parents,” Scrappy said.

Shaggy picked him up again after having dropped him when Dracula grabbed Scooby and him. “Like I hope you’re right, Scrappy,” he said charging at the door.

The flimsy wooden barrier left standing exploded as Frankenstein’s Monster – calling himself Frankenteen for whatever reason – and Elsa broke into the room.

“There they are, dada,” Elsa said with a smile.

“Come to Frankenteen,” her father said.

“Yes. Let’s get a closer look at these three,” the Mummy said using his wrapping to snatch the retreating cowards. “Who are you?”

“Scooby-Doo,” Scooby replied nervously.

“And Scrappy-Doo too,” Scrappy said tugging on the Mummy’s wrapping to get his attention.

“Uh, like, don’t hurt him, Mister Mummy, it’s all my fault we’re here,” Shaggy said nervously.

“Hurt you! I want to hug you, for making my daughter feel like a winner,” the Mummy said as Tanis walked in carrying the volleyball trophy.

Tanis had dressed up in her ballet tutu and some over-sized pink ballet slippers. According to her she was supposed to be Ballet Barbie.

“I’ll howl to that.” The werewolf smiled. “Let’s give him three cheers,” he said.

Everyone cheered Shaggy making the usually cowardly detective eye the monsters utterly confused. “L-L-Like, I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“Rank you reems rappropriate, Rhaggy,” Scooby said.

“Yeah! You’re right, Scooby, like thanks. You monsters ain’t that bad,” Shaggy said with a nervous chuckle.

“We may be many things to you mortals, but we aren’t evil,” the Phantom said.

“We haven’t been evil for a very long time,” Dracula added. “The Goblin King realized long ago that if we monsters destroyed the mortal world we wouldn’t have anything to look forward to,” he explained grinning and revealing his fangs.

“Wow,” Scrappy said. “I wonder how Xander is doing?” he asked.

Miss Grimwood joined the group with her ghoulish helper who rang a small bell. “Now that everyone’s acquainted let’s go downstairs for refreshments,” she suggested.

“Like! You just said the magic words, Miss’ G,” Shaggy said grinning broadly and rubbing his stomach. “What do ya say, Scoob? Ready to start diggin’ in to those delicious treats?”

“Reah, reah,” Scooby said nodding his head eagerly.

“But what about Xander and the older girls?” Scrappy asked.

“Oh they’re downstairs already,” Miss Grimwood explained.

“Oh,” Scrappy said slightly.

“Scrappy, you’re kind of worried a lot for Xander,” Shaggy said eyeing the pup curiously.

“Yeah, well, I remember what it was like for me when I first joined Mystery Inc.,” Scrappy explained with a smile. “I’m just trying to make it easier for him to join us,” he said happily.

“I guess that makes sense,” Shaggy said shrugging. “Now let’s go eat!” he said. “Like all this terror really builds up an appetite,” he added.

“Gee, Shaggy, I guess that explains why you and Uncle Scooby are always hungry,” Scrappy observed with a knowing smile.

“You said it, Scrappy,” Shaggy said.

“Rome ron, Rhaggy,” Scooby said rushing out of the room at a dead run.

“Like, right behind ya, Scoob,” Shaggy called rushing out after his canine pal.

Willow snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it!” she said with a smug smile.

“Got what?” Cordelia asked.

“How to subtly jog Xander’s memories,” Willow replied as if it should be obvious.

“This I’ve got to see,” Cordy said crossing her arms over her chest and eyeing Willow with a smirk.

“You’ll have to wait until after Revolta is dealt with,” Tara said with a slight frown.

“Huh? Why?” Willow asked her lover.

Tara sighed and held up the glowing green ball of energy that used to be Dawn Summers’ keyness. “Because we promised Dawn, that’s why,” she reminded.

Willow nodded. “Oh fine! We’ll do it her way, but I doubt he’s going to figure out what that key is for,” she said.

“You give Xander that little credit?” Cordy demanded.

“No,” Willow said defensively. “It’s just not an obvious solution. That’s all and we all know how much Xander hated school,” she pointed out.

“That didn’t make him stupid,” Tara reminded softly.

“I know!” Willow snapped.

“Let’s not start arguing again,” Cordy intervened sensing that Willow was on the verge of saying something stupid. “Let’s just enjoy the cartoon,” she suggested pulling out a large tub of popcorn.

Willow and Tara eyed her strangely.

Cordy shrugged. “What? I can’t like Scooby-Doo?” she demanded.

To Be Continued…

The End?

You have reached the end of "Alexander Harris and the Ghoul School" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 27 Sep 10.

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