I will return

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Shaggy, visibly alarmed, ran over to where he had seen Scooby lying in the middle of the street. When she arrived, she stopped dead, staring at him. It was at that moment that I murmured to my henchmen:

-Now.

I closed my eyes and, in the blink of an eye, I left Mary Jane's body, reappearing in my original form, hidden behind a trash can just a few feet away. From there, I watched the scene, holding back laughter as I saw how Shaggy looked at Scooby's "body" in bewilderment.As he got a little closer, his eyes widened as he realized the truth. In front of him was not his dear friend, but a rudimentary doll, almost comical in its crudeness.

-That...? —Shaggy whispered, looking at the doll in disbelief. This is not Scooby! —he said in a tone that fluctuated between panic and confusion.

Suddenly, "Mary Jane" appeared next to him again, feigning concern.

"Are you okay, Shaggy?" he asked, his voice soft and seemingly concerned.

"No, Mary Jane..." Shaggy responded as he inspected the doll with a horrified expression. This is not Scooby! It's... it's a doll! And a poorly done one! Where's Scooby? he asked, his voice breaking.

Meanwhile, several people began to appear and stopped, staring at him, as if they were in a hypnotic trance. They didn't seem to show empathy or concern; They just watched him in silence, motionless, their eyes dark and expressionless.

—Where is Scooby? Shaggy repeated, this time with genuine fear in his voice, looking around desperately.

And that's when I took advantage of the opportunity. From my hiding place, I whispered with a malicious smile:

—Where you will never find it.