"Puppy power!" Scrappy Doo howled as he launched himself into the room where the Mystery gang had laid their trap.
"Not again," Velma groaned as Freddy and Daphne face-palmed.
As crashes and thumps sounded, the three more courageous members scrambled toward the commotion.
Inside, their flashlights illuminated a squirming lump under a dusty tarp. Daphne edged forward and lifted a corner.
Scrappy poked his head up, looking around wildly. One of his eyes was blackened from the encounter. "Where'd he go? Lemme at 'em! Lemme at 'em!"
"Scrappy!" they exclaimed disapprovingly.
The feisty pup focused on the exasperated teens in confusion. "What?"
"You let the ghost get away!" Scooby scolded.
Scrappy's ears drooped as his favorite uncle scolded him. "Sorry Uncle Scooby. Sorry guys. I didn't mean to..."
"I know," Daphne said, bending down and resting a hand on his head. "But this is the fifth time in a week."
"And this was one of our best traps yet," Fred grumbled.
"Like, what happened?" Shaggy asked as he entered the room with a sandwich. "We catch the ghost?"
"No, Scrappy let him get away again." Scooby said.
"Aww, not again, Lil Dude," Shaggy groaned.
"Jinkies!" Velma said from across the room.
"Whatcha got Vel?" Fred asked.
"Footprints!" Velma said, pointing to the marks in the dust.
"Yes!" Scrappy yipped, hopping to his feet. "Now we can go catch the ghost!"
"Ghosts don't leave footprints, Scrappy," Velma said, glancing sidelong at the others.
Fred nodded. "Maybe you'd better sit this one out, Champ."
"Aww!" Scrappy whined.
"Do as he says, Scrappy." Scooby said.
Scrappy crossed his arms and pouted. The gang started to follow the footprints, and Shaggy glanced back. "Yo Scoob, ya coming Buddy?"
Scooby went with the others and soon caught the ghost. Scooby then returned to Scrappy.
Scrappy was still sitting on the dusty floor pouting when Scooby-Doo returned. Glancing up with his ears splayed out, he whimpered. "Did...did ya catch the ghost without me?" he asked meekly.
Scrappy nodded as he stared at the floor. "Is...is everybody still mad at me?"
"Yes." Scooby said, picking up Scrappy.
Scrappy whimpered, his tail tucking as he was picked up. "I'm really sorry though Uncle Scooby-Doo. I gotta fix this somehow..."
"There is no fixing it, you've earned yourself a spanking." Scooby said.
"Noooo!" Scrappy wailed. "Not a spanking! Anything but a spanking!" He hesitated a moment before cooking his head to one side quizzically. "Umm...what's a spanking, Uncle Scooby?"
"It's when I lay you, face down over my lap and slap your bottom till I think you've had enough." Scooby explained.
Scrappy frowned thoughtfully. That didn't sound pleasant at all. "But how's that gonna help Uncle Scooby? Everybody's still gonna be mad at me."
"It's a punishment, like when your Mom sends you to your kennel and after your let out, your forgiven." Scooby said.
"Ohhh," Scrappy said. "Umm...can I go to my kennel instead?"
"No, you were too bad for the kennel." Scooby said as he placed Scrappy face down over his knee.
Scrappy wiggled as he was pulled over his uncle's lap. "But Uncle Scooby! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I'm afraid it's too late for "Sorry." Scooby said as she raised his paw and started spanking Scrappy.
Scrappy yelped and stiffened like a plank momentarily as he felt the sharp, burning pain erupted in his behind. After another few slaps he began to squirm and kick a bit. "Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts Uncle Scooby!"
"It's supposed to." Scooby said as he slapped his nephew's backside again.
Scrappy began to whimper and struggle more as his uncle laid into his bottom.
Scooby watched as Scrappy's rear started to turn pink.
Scrappy began to kick and whimper louder before starting to cry. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I know but we aren't done." Scooby said as he continued.
The police soon arrived to take away the crooks, by the time they left, Scooby finished spanking Scrappy.
Scrappy was a bawling mess as the last spank landed on his sitspots. Snot dripped from his nose and he panted from the exertion of crying. He had long since ceased his struggles and kicking and lay limp across his uncle's knee in defeat.
"Now, are you going to try and attack the ghost by yourself anymore?" Scooby asked.
Scrappy continued to sob and sniffle as he glanced back at his Uncle Scooby. "I...I'll try ta remember ta not to," he whimpered.
"Good enough." Scooby said, picking Scrappy up into a hug.
Scrappy hugged tight onto his uncle, continuing to cry his eyes out.
Scooby rubbed Scrappy's back. "It's okay, your forgiven, now.", the former said.
"I'm so, so sorry Uncle Scooby," Scrappy whimpered. "Will...will everybody else forgive me too?"
"I'm sure they will." Scooby said. "Why don't we go back to the Mystery Machine?"
Scrappy rubbed his runny nose on the back of his arm and nodded. "Okay Uncle Scooby. Can...can you carry me? Like you used to when I was littler?"
Scooby nodded and put Scrappy on his back as he got down to all fours.
Scrappy grabbed hold of his uncle's fur and leaned forward to rest his chest on the bigger dog's back to take his weight off his sore bottom. After a moment, Scrappy gave a small giggle. "Uncle Scooby guess what."
"What?" Scooby asked.
"I don't think I'll be chasing ghosts for a while," Scrappy replied. "Ghosts hate light and my bottom is glowing!"
"That's good to hear." Scooby chuckled.
Scrappy giggled softly and hugged onto his uncle's neck. In spite of the disappointment of the day and soreness in his bottom, he couldn't help but feel safe and secure. "I love you Uncle Scooby."
"I love you too, Scrappy." Scooby said.