Batgirl leaped into the elevator, her cape flowing behind her.
"Zoinks!" shouted the man already there.
The doors closed.
"Citizen!" Batgirl said. "What are you doing here?"
"Like, a bat, man!" the man cried.
"Be calm, sir," Batgirl said. "I'm Batgirl."
"Like, I'm Shggy," the man said. "You're really Batgirl?"
Second floor.
"Yes," Batgirl said. "Sir, a very dangerous criminal is on the fifth floor."
"A g-g-g-g-ghost!" Shaggy said.
"No, sir," Batgirl said. "A criminal called the Ghost. There are no real ghosts."
"You sound like Velma," Shaggy said.
Third floor.
"Sir," Batgirl said, adjusting her utility belt against her skin-tight costume, "this is no place for civilians. There are hostages."
"I know," Shaggy said. "Like, they're my friends. The g-g-g-ghost got Scooby!"
"Scooby?" Batgirl asked.
"My friend," Shaggy said. "I've got to rescue him!"
Fourth floor.
"The Ghost is a criminal and I'm an accomplished crime-fighter," Batgirl said.
"Scooby's my friend!" Shaggy said.
"Well, Mr. Shaggy," Batgirl said, "don't get in trouble."
"Yes, ma'am," Shaggy said, producing from his pocket a couple of pellets. "Scooby snack?"
"No, thank you," Batgirl said.
Shaggy gulped them down just as the elevator doors opened.
Batgirl said, "Do I smell canabis?"
Fifth floor.
This work by Timothy H. Ruppel is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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