Scooby Doo in France.

WOW I haven't posted anything in like years, so I thought I better put up another story, :S I guess cos this is my last year of school and I'm trying to get ready for TAFE and that I have moved, has kept me to busy to write.

Okay I am trying to write yet another Scooby Doo story, weather it is any good or not I'm not sure, but here goes. Oh yeah I am learning French, and since the gang will be in Orleans there will be a few French words.

Also I so badly want to write a story that is just like the Scooby Doo Movies like, Scooby Doo in Mexico, Scooby Doo and the Lock Ness Monster, and Chill out Scooby Doo. So here is my go at trying to do that, hahaha probably really fail at that *shrugs*

Disclaimer: Na I don't own it, but I own a few pics that I have drawn of the gang when I was little if that counts

OKAY ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 1
Battant Sorcière.

It was another peaceful and relaxing afternoon in Orleans, music could be heard throughout the park where picnickers and young couples sat and watched the setting sun. A small crowd had started to gather around the band that was playing in the park.

There where four band members.

A tall man with dark hair that looked in his thirties was playing a clarinet. Beside him stood a blond girl who looked to be in her late teens, she was carefully playing a guitar. To the right of the girl there stood another man with sandy hair. He also looked around thirty; he was busy blowing on a flute. And the last member of the band was a brown haired man, he too looked to be in his mid twenties, he was busy playing on a Xylophone.

The crowd had started to die away as the time went on and the sun decided it was time to hide face from the earth. The small band had decided it was time to pack up, with each member going their own way back home.

Once their instruments had been put away in their own respective cases, the band where ready to head to their separate ways home.

The crowd had completely vanished, and the sun had disappeared, the park was now dark. It was just then that the sound of hoof beats could be heard galloping through the park, yet there was no sign of a horse.

"Monsieur Devon, I am sure I did hear the hoof beats of Battant Sorcière." Whispered the blond haired girl, looking franticly around the park.

"Oui, Mademoiselle Jennifer, but I do not zee anything." Replied the sandy haired man, whose name was Devon.

"I do not care to be around when she shows up, I am going home". Jennifer told her band members before running off in the direction of her home.

"Well, I think we best be going home too, it is not zafe to be in ze park at theze time." Added Devon, picking up his carrying case which held his Xylophone in it, but just as he too was about to head home they heard the galloping of hooves again, but this time they also could see the horse and its rider.

"It is Battant Sorcière, the legend is true, she has come back for revenge." Yelled the dark haired man, dropping his clarinet case to the ground, and racing towards the exit of the park.

"Non Harold, do not run! She will not attack us if we stay in a group." Yelled the brown haired man, but it was too late Harold was already running toward the exit of the park with the Battant Sorcière right behind him. The two men could only watch in horror, helplessly as the horse and its rider was almost upon Harold. Just when it seemed to them that the rider has going to cut of Harold's head with its sword, Harold managed to exit the park and make it to safety in a phone booth. They continued to watch in silence as the rider shook its fist in the air, and turned around heading straight for them.

Realizing that they where the new target for the Battant Sorcière, they too started running. After a quick surveillance of their surroundings they booked it for the rest rooms in the park. They made it through the doors just in time as the Battant Sorcière swung its sword missing them by inches.

After what seemed to Devon five minutes he poked his head back out, after scrutinizing the place for a while it was clear that the Battant Sorcière had left.

A bright sunny Saturday morning saw a small plane flying over the Atlantic Ocean. It was occupied by a lanky teenage boy named Norvile Rogers, best known to his friends as Shaggy. Next to him sat his dog, Scooby Doo, best known for his ability to speak. They gazed out the windows next to them, staring intensely at the beautiful shimmering blue liquid that covered the earth underneath them.

In front of Shaggy sat a girl in an orange turtle neck sweater named Velma Dinkley, she was busy in the middle of a book she had brought with her called Science of Atomy. She was hoping to be able to read the whole book before they reached their destination, and so far she had gotten halfway through it.

Beside Velma sat a pretty red head named Daphne Blake, her head was stuck inside the latest gossip magazine she had been able to pick up before they started out on their trip.

Meanwhile in the passengers seat of the cockpit sat a blond male named Fred Jones, he was busy staring at all the controls in the cockpit then bobbing his head back into a book about flying that he was reading making sure to rememorize all the control dials names, and what they did.

The five passengers where on their way to have a fun filled relaxing vacation in Orleans, they had received five free tickets for a flight to Orland on a private plane and so far the journey had turned out to be monster, and mystery free.

Taking his head away from the window and to an apple he had just picked up, Shaggy broke the silence.

"Like, I can't wait to try out the French Pizzas they have over here" he said, as he carefully studied the apple he had picked up and was now holding by the steam.

Taking her had out of the book she was reading, Velma leaned over the back of her seat and looked at Shaggy thoughtfully before asking him a question. "Shaggy, you do know that it's not going to be any different from the Pizzas in America? Don't you?" she inquired.

"Like, I don't care, any thing will be better then that crazy food they served up for us on the plane this morning." replied Shaggy, still studding his apple.

"What, you mean the snails and frog legs?" Asked Daphne, not lifting her head from the gossip magazine she was reading.

"Yeah! Like, who in there right mind would eat that." Asked Shaggy, now polishing his apple on his shirt.

"Umm... Shaggy, I think you can relax now, I am pretty sure that, that is a real apple." laughed Velma, who had been watching Shaggy fiddling around with the apple. Just then Scooby quickly snatched the apple out of Shaggy's hand, and ate it.

"Rep, rat ras ra real rapple." Confirmed Scooby.

"Thanks for your expert opinion." Murmured Shaggy sarcastically.

"Rour relcome." Replied Scooby, licking is lips.

"I guess that's you're lesson for the day Shaggy, don't play around with your food near Scooby, because you are likely to lose it." Joked Velma.

Shaggy was just about to make a comment, when a voice spoke over the intercom. "Please buckle you're seat belts, as we are going to be landing shortly." The pilot told them, since they where now over Orleans, and the landing strip was now insight.

After a quick fly over the plane came in for a landing, it was a bumpy landing, but nevertheless they all landed safely, apart from Shaggy's tipple decker sand-witch he had packed up in his suitcase. The said suitcase had sprung open in the landing, and the continents of the sand-witch was all over the plane.

Once the plane had landed they all got out, and picked up their suitcases, they then managed to get themselves a cab, and where soon heading for the nearest hotel. But by the time they got there it was dark.

"Well gang, let's go inside and get ourselves some rooms," Said Fred once he had paid the Taxi cab driver.

"Like, once that's done, can we go check out that snazzy pizza joint I see over there?" Asked Shaggy, pointing to the Pizza joint, which was about a minutes walk from the hotel.

"Well if your that hungry Shag, why don't me and the girls book us some rooms, while you and Scooby go and order us some pizzas, that way when we are finished here we can come over and get something to eat."

"That sounds like a plan to me."

"Ree rou." Added Scooby.

And so Fred and the girls headed for the hotel, while Shaggy and Scooby headed for the pizza joint. Once Fred and the girls had entered the hotel, they saw a small and tired looking man standing behind the desk. His tired face gave Velma the idea that he had stayed up during the night one to many times.

"Hi, we where wondering if you had two rooms available for the week?" Asked Fred.

"Sure, we have ten room available for za week, if you wanted." came the weary reply.

"Oh, that's okay, we would just like two." Smiled Daphne.

"Sure, I was only joking Mademoiselle."

"Are you running low on business?" inquired Velma, making a mental not of all the keys hanging on the wall behind the man.

"Oui, ever zince the Battant Sorcière showed up, I haven't been getting much buziness at all."

"Ever since what?" Asked Fred blankly.

" Battant Sorcière", replied the man.

"I think he mean flying witch." Translated Velma.

"Yeah well I would have known that, if you girls hadn't taken my translation book away from me." Huffed Fred, being ignored by the girls.

"Oui, flying witch, she has driven away all my costumers. She is going to run me out of business if I am not careful."

"Don't worry Monsieur, we will help you." Reinsured Daphne.

"How, how can you help me?"

"Well, let's just say we are used to this sort of thing, and I can bet your bottom dollar that this Battant Sorcière of yours is a fake."

"Oh Mon Ami, if you could get rid of the Battant Sorcière I'd be very grateful."

"Well, first you are going to have to tell us every thing you can about the Battant Sorcière." Velma told him, just as a young dark haired girl waked into the room.

"Did, you say Battant Sorcière?" She asked walking up behind the counter, and stopping near the man.

"Yes, we did." Replied Daphne.

"Well, there is not much to tell, apart from it is the ghost of Joan of Arc and she rides a horse, she has come back for revenge since she was falsely murdered for being a witch." The lady told them, with a dramatic tone.

"Hmmm... Joan of Arc, she proclaimed that she was receiving messages from God, and she led the battles on the English, winning and driving out most of the English, but if she rides a horse why do you call her the flying witch for?" Asked Velma.

"The legend has it, zat she can leap from her horse and fly, and if you are not quick enough to get away she will catch you, and then she will cut your head off." Replied the man, with a dramatic tone also.

"Jinkies, it's a good thing Shaggy and Scooby are not here at the moment." Said Velma.

"Yeah." Agreed Fred. "So when does the ghost normally show?" He asked.

"Around zis time, it's was last seen in the park. It was seen by a small band when they where packing up." The man replied.

"They were lucky enough to escape, with their livessss." Added the Lady.

"Hmmm... well girls it looks like we have another mystery on our hands." Said Fred.

After Fred had gotten themselves two rooms for the week, he and the girls headed back outside, and over to the Pizza joint where Shaggy and Scooby were busy stuffing their faces with Pizza.

"You didn't eat our pizza's, did you?" Asked Velma, as she Fred, and Daphne sat down at the table Shaggy and Scooby where at.

"Na, the cook is still cooking you're pizzas." Replied Shaggy.

"Guess what Shaggy." Said Fred.

Just then Scooby whimpered.

"Like, you found us another mystery right?" Asked Shaggy.

"Yes...but", before Fred could finish Shaggy cut him off.

"And like, it's got something to do with a ghost on a ghost horse."

"Yeah, but how did you know?" Asked Fred.

"Like, the ghost is looking at us through the window." Replied Shaggy, as he and Scooby hid underneath the table.

Okay that was my first chapter and probably the longest this story will ever see :S Please R&R I would love to know what you guys think.

I will try to update this every week.

KC

P.S. I will make this the 2013 movie.