“Lame Parody” Unmasked!

(with guest star Scooby Doo!)

 

*The parody writer runs along writing yet another commentary when suddenly Scooby Doo trips over something and falls on him. Pinned to the ground the parody writer rolls his eyes and taps his fingers*

Shaggy: Zoiks! Scooby caught the writer.

Lame Parody: He didn't catch me you putz. He tripped on me like he always does in these things. Okay let's get this over with.

*Thelma comes out from where she's working on a new unified field theory for the universe. Freddie and Daphne enter feverishly straighening their clothes and hair*

Freddie: We were... um... searching the attic.

Thelma: *gives Daphne a dirty look* Tramp!

Daphne: Dyke!

*Fred separates the two and Thelma pulls the cheap mask off 'Lame Parody' and gasps...*

Thelma: Old Man Whithers? The creepy grave digger?

LP: No that's just last year's Halloween costume. Keep going.

Fred: Let's see who you really are mister. *pulls off the mask and gasps...*

Fred: Mrs. Beasley? Who runs the haunted brothel?

Daphne: WHAT?!

Fred: Er... I mean haunted mansion. Yeah that's it like at Disney.

LP: I can't take this any more!

*LP pulls off the rest of the masks and reveals his true face. The group gasps!*

All: Oh my god. It's...

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((Intriguing ain't it?))

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...the Wolf!

the Wolf: *shuffles out of the rest of the costume* Yes, it was me all along! Now would you stupid, meddling, snooping kids go away?

Fred: So you were trying to get everyone to leave the swamp so you could hunt for the pirate gold yourself?

the Wolf: *just looks at Fred* You're not much in the brains dept. are you, Preppie? I was just going for social commentary with a bit of laughter. From earlier history, on through Jonathan Swift and even on into today with Saturday Night Live and other shows, parody has been a way to hold up a funhouse mirror to life as we know it and examine our foibles with laughter. It has...

All: Oh shut up!

the Wolf: Okay, so I'm basically just a laugh whore that craves center stage. Sue me.

Fred: Well looks like we solved this mystery. Let's go gang.

the Wolf: *gives Fred another hard look* You and reality parted company a long time ago didn't you?

*The van drives away and Wolf looks around, seeing True Vore still sitting there. True Vore looks up at Wolf and grins*

True Vore: I'm hunting daisies, it's the only way to stop the vast chicken army. Want to come with?

the Wolf: *looks around and shrugs* It'll be entertaining. Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

*They walk off into the foggy sunset with True Vore occasionally saying 'wipple!' and 'narf!'*

((This has been a Lame Parody production of a Wolf Enterprises show. All rights reserved. If unsatisfied return unused portion for full refund.))