“You really thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” the old man hissed. “And I would’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for those meddling kids. And that slimy little frog of theirs!”
The police took the old man away as the sleuthing friends climbed into their Secret Sedan.
“Another crime busted, another secret revealed. Great work, gang!” Freda beamed at her friends from the passenger seat.
“Yup, we’re really on a roll. Aren’t we, Scuba?” Scraggly pet the frog on the head, then grimaced and wiped his hand on the seat’s upholstery.
“Ribbity ribbity roo,” croaked Scuba.
“Well, I suggest we retire to our humble abode and create a cellular communication with a flat dough and tomato sauce eatery. We can request that they create one of their round specialities and transport it to our abode.”
“Oh Wilma, can’t you just talk like a normal person? We’re all well aware of your insanely high IQ.” Dabney rolled her eyes as she pulled out her compact and reapplied her flawless makeup.
“I simply can’t comprehend why you find my intellectual conversationalism to be so irritating to your psyche, Dabney. I’m merely forming my speech in such a way that is natural to me.” Wilma pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled smugly.
Scraggly sighed. “Here we go again, huh Scoob?”
“You can say that again.”
This is a response to this week’s Indie Ink Writing Challenges. My prompt came from Sarah Cass: “You really thought you could get away with it. If it wasn’t for that slimy little. . .”
Author’s note: Again, I have no clue what this is. I just thought it would be fun to write a spoofy epilogue of a Scooby Doo story. (And yes, the title is from My Friends Tigger and Pooh.) Please don’t have me committed. =)
I issued a prompt to Kurt: “. . . And that’s why there’s a Christmas Day.”