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SPECIAL STORY
W.C.'s D.F.'s: Case #5
Counterfeiters 'R' Us
Scooby-Doo Meets WARCAT
The following story you are about to read is purely the imagination of the man writing this, but it's short. Yet it does tie-in to the G-52 community. And yes, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Chapter 1
It was Monday, 7:39 a.m. The city: Wildcat City. The new year, 2020, was not bringing us anything different in terms of criminals doing their crimes, but it was bringing hope to the civilians living here. The only problem was all the rain we were getting was so thick, you could almost cut it with a knife. My assistant is Andrew Stennels, the Cat with the Golden Gun. My boss is Chief Olaf Crosmond of the Wildcat City Police Department. My computer specialist is the nasal-voiced cheetah, Nick Carlton, famous for saying, "When you can't have it your way, chill!" My name is McDowell. You know me as WARCAT, the tiger who wears black and rides a Harley Davidson. I am a gunfighter. I am also a freelance police officer.
Together, we make up the Gunsquad, a special unit devoted to protecting the citizens of the city. We are the Gunsquad because it references the number of shooting championships we've won collectively. Sadly, none of them were Olympic gold medals. But I guess we just weren't interested in doing that. Who knows?
Anyways, we were out and about on patrol when we came across a mysterious-looking van we had never seen before. Yet it was a van one should easily recognize. Why? The people who were driving it; that's why.
"What's going on here, boss?" Andrew asked me when I parked my bike to the side.
"I think those guys have a flat tire," I said. "And one of them's shaking."
"Shaking?"
Indeed, one of them was quaking in his shoes.
"We'd better go see what's wrong."
When the people driving the car got out, so did their famous Great Dane. "What?" he exclaimed. "Who is that?"
"Zoinks! Scooby-Doo, where are you?" said one of the kids.
"Right here!" the dog replied, now quaking himself. "But look! It's a tiger!"
"It's a tiger?"
"Yeah!"
"Are you guys having trouble?" I asked.
One awkward comment after another led both sides to recognize the other one. "So you guys are Scooby-Doo and Mystery, Inc.?" I said. "That's quite the honor." Indeed, the quartet we were speaking to were Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, and Norville "Shaggy" Rogers.
"Oh, my goodness!" Fred exclaimed upon realizing the truth. "It is the famous WARCAT! But I thought you were a superhero."
"In a way, yes, but I don't have superpowers," I said. "I do, however, belong to the G-52 organization."
"Do you have any flat tires or anything?" Andrew continued.
"I think so," said Velma. "And what a place to have it...right in the middle of Main Street."
"Don't worry; we'll get you out of there." I had Nick use his smartphone to call a tow truck, and no sooner had he done so when the two chickens (Shaggy and Scooby) began quaking again. "Zoinks!" Shaggy exclaimed. "What's that sound?"
"What sound, Shaggy?" asked Fred.
"There has been a strange buzzing noise in the city since the clock struck midnight to ring in the new year," I commented. "I hope it's not coming from the Forbidden Zone."
"The Forbidden Zone?" Scooby exclaimed.
"Like, what's the Forbidden Zone?" Shaggy asked.
"It has a history of things disappearing in it like the Bermuda Triangle."
"Did you have to say, 'disappear,' Mr. WARCAT, sir?" Shaggy began shivering again.
"Super C was right. You two do scare easily."
"You'll have to excuse them," Velma assured me. "They'll get with the program eventually."
Later, while the Mystery Machine was being towed to safety, Fred and the gang had the pleasure of visiting some of the other G-52s in Cripto's basement. "So what brings the four of you to the city?" the tiger of purity asked the detectives.
"Like, we came here to add ourselves to your army, didn't we, Scoob?" Shaggy commented.
"Yeah. Army!" Scooby replied, snapping to attention. "Attention!" He saluted with his tail.
"It's not literally an army; that's just an expression," Cripto chuckled after we had a laugh. "But we can add you as allies to the G-52 organization."
"Just what I was wanting to do," Super C added. "Everybody admires the five of you and your abilities to crack those cases."
"Then I think we can work something out," Fred agreed. "We prefer to work as our own team, as you well know, but there may be times where we'll have to report to you, so we shall do that."
"Sounds good to me." The five then took the G-52 ally's oath, and Cripto kindly paid for the repairs for the Mystery Machine. The only thing we hadn't been able to figure out yet was what was causing that strange buzzing sound. Why was it buzzing? Why was it continuous? And just what was it hiding?
TO BE CONTINUED
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SPECIAL STORY
W.C.'s D.F.'s: Case #5
Counterfeiters 'R' Us
Scooby-Doo Meets WARCAT
The following story you are about to read is purely the imagination of the man writing this, but it's short. Yet it does tie-in to the G-52 community. And yes, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Chapter 1
It was Monday, 7:39 a.m. The city: Wildcat City. The new year, 2020, was not bringing us anything different in terms of criminals doing their crimes, but it was bringing hope to the civilians living here. The only problem was all the rain we were getting was so thick, you could almost cut it with a knife. My assistant is Andrew Stennels, the Cat with the Golden Gun. My boss is Chief Olaf Crosmond of the Wildcat City Police Department. My computer specialist is the nasal-voiced cheetah, Nick Carlton, famous for saying, "When you can't have it your way, chill!" My name is McDowell. You know me as WARCAT, the tiger who wears black and rides a Harley Davidson. I am a gunfighter. I am also a freelance police officer.
Together, we make up the Gunsquad, a special unit devoted to protecting the citizens of the city. We are the Gunsquad because it references the number of shooting championships we've won collectively. Sadly, none of them were Olympic gold medals. But I guess we just weren't interested in doing that. Who knows?
Anyways, we were out and about on patrol when we came across a mysterious-looking van we had never seen before. Yet it was a van one should easily recognize. Why? The people who were driving it; that's why.
"What's going on here, boss?" Andrew asked me when I parked my bike to the side.
"I think those guys have a flat tire," I said. "And one of them's shaking."
"Shaking?"
Indeed, one of them was quaking in his shoes.
"We'd better go see what's wrong."
When the people driving the car got out, so did their famous Great Dane. "What?" he exclaimed. "Who is that?"
"Zoinks! Scooby-Doo, where are you?" said one of the kids.
"Right here!" the dog replied, now quaking himself. "But look! It's a tiger!"
"It's a tiger?"
"Yeah!"
"Are you guys having trouble?" I asked.
One awkward comment after another led both sides to recognize the other one. "So you guys are Scooby-Doo and Mystery, Inc.?" I said. "That's quite the honor." Indeed, the quartet we were speaking to were Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, and Norville "Shaggy" Rogers.
"Oh, my goodness!" Fred exclaimed upon realizing the truth. "It is the famous WARCAT! But I thought you were a superhero."
"In a way, yes, but I don't have superpowers," I said. "I do, however, belong to the G-52 organization."
"Do you have any flat tires or anything?" Andrew continued.
"I think so," said Velma. "And what a place to have it...right in the middle of Main Street."
"Don't worry; we'll get you out of there." I had Nick use his smartphone to call a tow truck, and no sooner had he done so when the two chickens (Shaggy and Scooby) began quaking again. "Zoinks!" Shaggy exclaimed. "What's that sound?"
"What sound, Shaggy?" asked Fred.
"There has been a strange buzzing noise in the city since the clock struck midnight to ring in the new year," I commented. "I hope it's not coming from the Forbidden Zone."
"The Forbidden Zone?" Scooby exclaimed.
"Like, what's the Forbidden Zone?" Shaggy asked.
"It has a history of things disappearing in it like the Bermuda Triangle."
"Did you have to say, 'disappear,' Mr. WARCAT, sir?" Shaggy began shivering again.
"Super C was right. You two do scare easily."
"You'll have to excuse them," Velma assured me. "They'll get with the program eventually."
Later, while the Mystery Machine was being towed to safety, Fred and the gang had the pleasure of visiting some of the other G-52s in Cripto's basement. "So what brings the four of you to the city?" the tiger of purity asked the detectives.
"Like, we came here to add ourselves to your army, didn't we, Scoob?" Shaggy commented.
"Yeah. Army!" Scooby replied, snapping to attention. "Attention!" He saluted with his tail.
"It's not literally an army; that's just an expression," Cripto chuckled after we had a laugh. "But we can add you as allies to the G-52 organization."
"Just what I was wanting to do," Super C added. "Everybody admires the five of you and your abilities to crack those cases."
"Then I think we can work something out," Fred agreed. "We prefer to work as our own team, as you well know, but there may be times where we'll have to report to you, so we shall do that."
"Sounds good to me." The five then took the G-52 ally's oath, and Cripto kindly paid for the repairs for the Mystery Machine. The only thing we hadn't been able to figure out yet was what was causing that strange buzzing sound. Why was it buzzing? Why was it continuous? And just what was it hiding?
TO BE CONTINUED
W.C.'s D.F.'s, #5: Counterfeiters 'R' Us (Chapter 1)
A departure from my typical G-52 stories, but still taking place because the protagonist narrating is a G-52 himself, this is my attempt to bring a character I almost forgot about, WARCAT, back into the spotlight. He works as a freelance police officer, and heads his own detective agency, the Gunsquad, working in cooperation with the W.C.P.D., whose H.Q. is in Battlefield Range.
Here, the Gunsquad run into Scooby-Doo and the gang when the latter gets a flat tire, while the former is working on investigating a strange buzzing sound.
This is Chapter 1. Not my best, but it's a start.
W.C. and G-52s © me and me alone
Scooby-Doo © Warner Bros., Hanna-Barbera, and everybody else who owns the rights
Here, the Gunsquad run into Scooby-Doo and the gang when the latter gets a flat tire, while the former is working on investigating a strange buzzing sound.
This is Chapter 1. Not my best, but it's a start.
W.C. and G-52s © me and me alone
Scooby-Doo © Warner Bros., Hanna-Barbera, and everybody else who owns the rights
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 64 x 120px
Coming along well. Very interesting to see the gang cross into this.
And Scooby-Doo can speak perfect human speech now! (without the r's in his vocabulary)
And Scooby-Doo can speak perfect human speech now! (without the r's in his vocabulary)
He still has the raspy voice he's always had.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQctBgtyKCA
(He talks like he does in this episode.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQctBgtyKCA
(He talks like he does in this episode.)
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