Within the grimes of the West Egg, the cities dust particles concentrated in the asphalt yard of the recently gone. She lay on the ground, a dark and dirty red running down onto the road of equivalent filth. Myrtle Wilson, her once unnoticed speck of ash now a spectacle for the neighborhood. Her form lay in moonlight where shadow came down on her face, the nightlife unable to keep her alit.
From across the river, in the half-eaten East Egg, a peculiar van shivered in the alleyways. A gaudy specimen of blue, green, and orange paint- with hints of foul play. The Mystery Machine delicately illustrated onto the van’s side- harboring the boldest font man could afford.
“Aww Zoinks, Scoob we hit a passerby!” Nervously cried a man the locals remarked as “Shaggy”.
“Ruh Roh!” His chocolatey man-sized canine would reply.
“Jeepers we’ve just wiped a lady clean” An orange haired madam in a fine purple dress would exude.
“There was nothing clean about that lady” A tall blond sir would chuckle, his hunky physic and heavenly white sweater shifting around as he humored himself. “We?” His expression quickly turned to scowl. “As far as I’m concerned, you were the only one behind the wheel?”
The unordinary elites would spend the night in a nearby hotel, the stay costing more than a few or so “scooby snacks” as the odd guests would exclaim. Within the lavish hideout, the bulky blond would be the first to talk business. Fred, the West Egg’s harbingers of wealth would know sir as.
“We have got to get outta here gang.” He sternly spoke to the room of four.
“Jeepers!” The orange haired damsel would exclaim with sudden urgency, knocking at her forgetful cranium.
“What’s the matter Daphne?” Fred’s gaze shifting as he waddled over to console her.
Back behind the upper-class nightlife, the scene of Myrtle would draw a crowd only riots, protests, or movie premiers would ever entail.
“Jinkies, whoever did do such a number on you?” Wondered a well remarked police investigator, Velma, who just happened to be left behind on a cruel night like this. “Better write up the fellers and tell them we have a mystery on our hands!”
From the hotel, the blond Adam and the orange Eve would contemplate a plan. Face first in a pot of fear, ready to break out of the hard shell of the East Egg and escape.
“We need to retrieve Velma and get out of here!” Daphne would cry, “I can’t believe we forget about her all the way in the west!”
“Well go and call for a cab then!” Fred would spark his frustration and rub at his angry face folds. “No way we’re picking her up in our bloodied van.”
“Exactly!” Daphne exclaimed! “That is exactly why I proposed for Scoob to head down and lick it clean! I’m sure he’s successfully executed his job and is returning as we speak!” A subtle desperation began to overshadow her golden cloak, that had once kept her record gilded for decades.
“Shaggy! Scoobs! We have a phenomenon at our disposal!” Velma would run out of the crowd and towards her distant observers. “Some lady has been wiped clean of her essence” She pointed over the heads of the ash pile, grasping a file in one arm.
“Nothing clean about her” Scooby chuckled just quiet enough to be out of Velma’s ear.
“Velma, may we ask what all this commotion is about?” Shaggy could not help but sweat profusely as the sight of Daphne’s massacre.
“Why Jinkies, a poor lady was struck in a hit and run.” Velma turned back to the scene and shook her head down with displayed sorrow. “Locals reported a green vehicle, but they aren’t fully sure. Do you have any idea who could’ve such a thing?”
“Zoinks Velma, I really got no clue!” Shaggy would begin to pull at his green shirt awkwardly.
Velma would nod her head and then illuminate with confidence. “Well, there’s no mystery we can’t solve! Send this letter to the fellers and have them recoup at once.” Velma would retrieve an envelope from her file and send the quivering folks off.
“Aww Zoinks, whatever will we do Scoob?” Shaggy would slouch down on a bench, making sure to wipe his seat before sitting. “If only we hadn’t left Velma behind, she’s on our tail now- we could’ve gotten away with it.”
“If it weren’t for us meddling kids.” Scooby would chuckle.
Wow... The storytelling is unbelievable and the actual relation to the scooby doo and the mystery machine or whatever the series is called is actually very impressive. The fact that you could implicate something like this into the story of the great gatsby is amazing, along with accurate details about each character and the event to the actual story.
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