The Masked Scorpio.
It was a bold plan, and not one without any danger. Evil Master Ogreon had moved his HQ to an unknown location and was preparing a major attack against Island Force for whom he had kept both his whereabouts and the contents of his plan a secret. 
It was only by mere coincidence Scooby had overheard a conversation between two of Master Ogreon's accomplices, being drunk in a bar and bragging about "a big big action against Island Force on September the 3rd". That day was tomorrow, so Island Force was running out of time to stop Master Ogreon and his gang of evildoers. For months now, Scoobadex had tried to infiltrate Evil Force. The past months our hero had make believe that a new villain was roaming Island World, while actually it was he himself disguised and hiding his face behind a mask. Under the alias of THE MASKED SCORPIO, Scoobadex had left a trail of robbery throughout Island World, hoping to draw the attention of Master Ogreon so he could find out where their arch enemy was hiding and what he was up to. Off course, he had made sure that his friends returned the "loot" to his victims. 
It had taken a lot of time but it seemed that his plan had worked. Last week he got approached by Ed of Evil Force, proposing him to join the troops of Master Ogreon. That was the opportunity he had been waiting for. Once he knew their secret headquarters he could come into action and prevent Evil Force from attacking Island World. 
The night felt warm, pleasant, almost not humid. Scoobadex heard a loud disturbance, someone knocking on his door. He was just stroking himself and jumped up. He quickly grabbed his mask and disguise and opened the door. It was Ed, urging him to follow him. They left in a hurry, the old 404 of Ed taking up speed in a cloud of smoke to an unknown destination. Scoobadex cursed silently: in his haste he'd forgotten to take a weapon. Annoying. 
They rode for about two hours. At their left emerged the tower of Radio Station, decorated with colorful lights. Radio Station was one of the smaller radio stations on the island. 
Ed turned to the left. Half a mile further Scoobadex noticed an enormous mountain of iron: hundreds of busses without any wheels or engine, piled upon another: the bus graveyard. Ed turned to the right and halted before an anonymous one store building. They could hear music coming from the first floor. 
"Where are we?", Scoobadex asked Ed. 
He smiled, "At our destination." 
A tall muscled man, almost a giant, blocked the entrance. Ed exchanged a few words with him and the guard let them pass. At the end of the corridor they went up the stairs. The stairway was almost too narrow for Scoobadex to pass easily. Someone had painted on the wall: "To hell with Island Force!". Encouraging. 
The stairs let to a portal, filled with vicious thugs. The music was ear deafening. On his left side, Scoobadex saw a bar and a dancefloor where two men were wrestling stark naked. Despite the situation he was in, Scoobadex found it a hot scene. Two other men looked at Scoobadex and held their hand on their crotch, making fucking gestures and laughing provocatively. The air was thick of smoke, it smelled like dope. Ed led him to a door, where he exchanged some jokes with a vicious dog who held him closely and shook hands with Scoobadex. Behind that door there was another corridor. From the street on, the building had seemed small but it was very profound. Ed pushed Scoobadex forward. They came to another room. A small room with benches and another bar. Four or five people showed him their backs, but Scoobadex had only eye for one person: Master Ogreon sitting on a majestic throne, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Ed whispered in Scoobadex' ear: "That's our chief, Master Ogreon. He hates Island Force. If one of them should show up here, he'll rip him to pieces." 
Scoobadex and Ed sat down. Master Ogreon nodded to Ed and ignored Scoobadex. A waiter entered the room. Ed ordered a whisky and a beer for Scoobadex. Music was coming from the other room. Scoobadex looked around and saw some familiar faces, like Nick, Control Freak and Robotnik - the evil trio of mechanics. A bit further away Brachio invited Meat for a dance. They started to shadowfuck each other. That made the atmosphere a bit less tense. 
"What are we waiting for? I thought you guys wanted to make me an offer?", Scoobadex asked Ed. 
Ed emptied his glass in one gulp and burped. He had a mysterious look on his face: "Master Ogreon is the boss. Nothing here happens without his permission. I'll ask him." 
He stood up, whispered something in Master Ogreon's ear and came back: "He says there's still plenty of time." Discussion closed. 
Everybody smoked weed and the atmosphere became tense again. Scoobadex felt nauseous. A tall disciple of Evil Force came to Scoobadex and started to rub his belly against Scoobadex's like a match, then laughing. Impossible to say if they were only pretending or just being cheerful without any ulterior motives. Someone passed him a joint which Scoobadex accepted. He didn't want to put any more attention to him. Bit by bit he felt his behavior changing. He had a feeling of being light, almost floating in the air, and at the same time he felt strong like an ox. He knew that when he would continue to smoke his mood would change, and he'll act silly, not able to control himself. 
But then everybody started to stare at Scoobadex and on a sign of Master Ogreon they started to close him in. Master Ogreon looked at him, his mouth turning into a grin of disgust and hate. 
"Why is it that everyone getting robbed by The Masked Scorpio gets his losses replaced by Island Force?" His voice had sounded perfectly calm. 
"I don't know. Is that so? Who told you that?", Scoobadex answered. He was acting calm and uninterested, quickly scanning the room. At the back of the bar he saw a window giving way to the street. 
"I have my sources", Master Ogreon's face was turning to red, "You are a traitor. Do you know how we treat traitors around here?" 
"No." 
"We throw them in boiling oil. And that's what we'll do to you also. Or did you think I wouldn't find out who you really are, Masked Scorpio?" Master Ogreon pointed an accusing finger to our hero, then added "I know my beardogs and I know Island Force... Scoobadex!" ...His undercover was blown up. 
Everybody cheered and shouted: "Let's kill him, boss!". 
Brachio and Meat grabbed him under the armpits. Scoobadex let it happen. He didn't want to spill any of his forces. In front of him he saw a sea of hating faces. Brachio and Meat yelled to the others to back off while they led him to his execution ground. The Pink Squid spit him in the face, someone else kicked him in his liver, making him moan with horror and leaving the taste of bile in his mouth. 
Scoobadex clenched his teeth. Step by step they dragged him towards the narrow corridor leading downstairs. Once again his chubbiness proved to be an asset. In order to go through the door, Brachio and Meat had to release their grip on him. This was the moment Scoobadex had been waiting for. With all his force within he threw Meat against the wall and kicked Brachio in the balls. 
The dope gave him wings, doubling his forces. He remembered the legend of the stoned Simbas, warriors who kept running even after they were shot dead. Scoobadex ran across the room, towards the bar. He didn't feel the blows. A dozen villains ran up the stairs to block his path. He saw the blade of a sword. Dangerous. The path that gave way to the bar was unguarded. Scoobadex ran over 2 thugs wanting to stop him, hit another one on the head and with one giant leap stood behind the bar. He grabbed a chair and threw it thru the window and immediately jumped after it. 
He had not expected it to be so high. When he hit the ground with hands and feet, he lay still for a moment, unable to move. Then he heard someone yelling - the doorman at the entrance had seen him falling - followed by the cries of Evil Force. His brain ordered him to move and he regained control over his muscles, he started running over the track towards the road, like a madman, followed by his attackers. The road was completely deserted. Scoobadex looked behind him: about 10 thugs were still following. They had stopped screaming. A bad sign. 
Slowly but surely the effect of the weed was wearing out. Scoobadex became short of breath. He understood he couldn't hold on much longer. A pain in his side cut his breath, his longs felt as on fire. Behind him he heard the flip-flap of feet approaching on the asphalt. He was still a long way from the main road. Suddenly he ran to the left, towards the bus graveyard. 
Our hero tripped over old iron, cursing, bumping into things. The vehicles were aligned in such manner he had to squeeze himself thru them. While passing through the bus rows, he heard voices. It seemed the busses were inhabited by squatters. After a while he stopped, at the end of his forces. Fireflies were shooting in front of his eyes. He forced his way into a vehicle standing on concrete blocks and lay down on a seat. His heart started to beat slower while he listened to the sounds of the night. The weed made him sleepy. He had to fight to keep from sleeping. Not pleasant. His muscles stiffened. He lost any notion of time. Outside things were quiet. His attackers must have become tired. He moved position and a wooden bench croaked. He couldn't stay there the whole of the night. He had to find a way to warn Island Force and tell them where they could find Evil Force HQ. Scoobadex was on his way to stand up when a sound pushed his heart up to his throat. He stared into the dark. Suddenly the beam of a torch lit up. Between him and the light he saw Master Ogreon. He had took off his glasses and held a sword in his right hand. The cruel grin on his face looked like a war mask. Without saying a word he walked up to Scoobadex. Scoobadex heard more rumors outside and faces showed up before the glassless windows. The one holding the torch climbed on the bus, lightening the whole interior of the bus. 
Our hero felt like his feet were weighing a ton. True, they wouldn't have the time anymore to cook him in boiling oil, but at this point that didn't matter that much, if he jumped out of a window they'd still cut him to pieces. Master Ogreon was now pointing the tip of his blade into Scoobadex' direction. The beardog felt the cold side of the bus against his back. 
"I'm gonna kill you, bitch", Master Ogreon said. 
Scoobadex searched for something to defend himself. Master Ogreon approached him, his big brown bulging eyes focusing on his belly. Scoobadex saw how he bended his knees slightly to make his jump. Then he heard a lot of noises outside: whispering, yelling, feet running, another cry. Master Ogreon's face tensed, he turned around. He heard a gunshot. The thug holding the torch fell. Other shots were heard and the sound of blades against blades. 
The torch lay on the ground but was still weakly lightening up the interior of the bus. Scoobadex took advantage of the hesitation of Master Ogreon, suddenly jumped forward and held the wrist of Master Ogreon. They started to fight as madmen. Master Ogreon was too strong for Scoobadex, they fell over benches, rolling over the aisle. Scoobadex held Master Ogreon' wrist with both hands now, trying to bend it behind his back so he would let go of the sword. Suddenly Master Ogreon bowed his head and Scoobadex felt a horrible pain in his arm: Master Ogreon had bitten him, his teeth right to the bone. 
Outside the bus, the noise grew larger. The bus was shaking under the violence of a new battle. One of the attackers showed up in the doorway with a sword in his hand: Shadow Scoob! Master Ogreon turned his head and pulled himself free from Scoobadex’s grip, heaving a war cry that sounded as if it came from the beginning of ages. He held his sword high in the air. Shadow Scoob threw his blade like a spear and hit Master Ogreon in his chest. Anyone else would have been taken down, but Master Ogreon kept on coming. Luckily, Scooby and Buford were behind Shadow Scoob. Scuford slung his sword in the air and struck Master Ogreon’s shoulder, tearing his flesh to the bone, followed by Buford who gave him a blow on the head. Master Ogreon roared in anger. He saw the situation had turned and jumped out the window, disappearing into the night. 
Scooby and Buford carried the exhausted Scoobadex out of the bus. From their left and right they heard cries. Their enemies had been defeated. Scoobadex saw Bud Bison, Scuford, R Tur and a whole bunch of Hero Fighters: Caveman Bob, Charlie, Mac,… 
With a big grin on his face Scooby said: “This was a close one. Your escape had almost ruined everything. We had their HQ surrounded.” 
Scoobadex still felt numb and didn’t understand what was going on. “But how did you guys get here?”, he asked. 
“Dex and Dekao Wild were just passing at the house when they saw you leaving with Ed. They followed you at a safe distance and they came back to warn us when they saw Evil Force turning up at the place you were. We were just planning an ambush when we saw you jumping out of the window and running away.” 
“Did you find any weapons there, is the threat neutralized?” 
Scooby smiled again. “Don’t worry. Scuford and R Tur were in charge of that operation. They discovered a whole arsenal of swords, machine guns and heavy artillery. There were even teleported missiles. But without their arms and with the losses they have, tomorrow’s attack is surely canceled. Island World is safe again.” 
All the good guys stood in a circle, holding their blades in the air and shouted the Island Force hymn: 
Island Force! 
Every fighter has a choice, 
To listen to that blade he holds. 
I know the bad guys may be strong, 
Masters may have come and passed, 
We will take them on!