I'd get the pitchforks and torches ready, but talking canines don't look too monster-like. Don't wanna repeat a mistake.
*Flashback*
DMX: *Cocks shotgun, hiding besides a window in a supposed haunted house, a canine shadow looming over it as some muffled-like words can be made out* GOT'CHA, Mad Werewolf! *Gets in front of the window and blasts the dog to pieces along with the window*
Fred: Holy shit! He killed Scooby!
DMX: Oops.
*/Flashback*
So that's why the canceled the original scooby doo cartoon. And DMX the guide on peeling a banana is complete, take banana, smash with hammer, eat remains. What'd I miss?
To write it. Mind memos don't count as handbooks. Hey, do you think Hannah Barbera's still got lawyers out there? I'm hungry.
You mean you ate all the leftover lawyers I so kindly left in the fridge?
[Flash!]
Multitude of lawyers frozen in a gigantic iceberg somewhere in the Antarctic Seas.
[/Flash!]
We never did find that fridge...
Only one thing left to do then. *Drops F-18 jet on the ground* A trip to the Antartica!
Awesome, we can meet the sea shepard guys, they're part green peace and part green beret.
I don't know the guys, we're just going there to pick up some ice-cream. Who'll drive? *Hops into the jet*
Oooh ooh! I wanna drive! *Jumps into the cockpit and starts hitting random buttons, missiles firing in all directions* hehe, that was fun, just needs one more little thing, *Kicks the jet and it transforms into the turbokat* Yays!
At this rate of good-willed actions, we'll never get my ice-cream from Antartica. There's gotta be something we can do about it.
Dot: Do you guys realize I bought several gallons of ice-cream when I went shopping?
DMX: Oh, Dot! You're smart, come pilot the jet to the Antartica.
Dot: Oooh. It's high-tech, too! *Quickly changes into a pilot outfit and climbs into the jet*
DMX: *Pushes Shadow off the captain's seat, Dot going to operate the controls* Are we there yet?
Dot: I just sat down. Give me a second to,
DMX: Are we there yet?
Dot: *Sighs* I'm just going to ignore you.
DMX: Are we there yet?
*Several hours later*
DMX: Are we there yet?
Dot: *Bulging a vein behind her head* No.
DMX: Are we there yet?
Dot: No.
DMX: Are we there yet?
Dot: No.
DMX: Are we there yet?
Dot: Yes.
DMX: YAY!
Dot: *Kicks DMX off the jet and onto the antartic's snowy field* I suddenly feel so much better.
...I think you guys scared him away.