| Just a boy and his dog. What could go wrong? | |
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| Season | 1 |
| Season Episode | 8 |
| Air date | 8/18/22 |
| Written by | ObsidianCrusader |
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Johnny Test & Dukey vs Shaggy & Scooby is a What-If? Death Battle written by ObsidianCrusader, featuring Johnny and Dukey from Johnny Test, and Shaggy Rogers and Scooby from the Scooby-Doo franchise.
Description[]
Johnny Test vs Scooby-Doo. They're hairy, talk way too much, and have a combined IQ equal to mildew...and their dogs aren't much better. Only one of these man and talking dog duos are leaving here alive. Will Johnny and Dukey set the Scooby duo's hopes aflame? Or will they have failed the Test?
Interlude[]
Boomstick: Are we really doing this?
Wiz: We're really doing this... [Clears his throat.] "Man's Best Friend," it's hard to deny that dogs are a beloved and often necessary addition to our lives. A constant source of unconditional loving adoration, and the comfort of knowing there's at least one soul who will never judge you.
Boomstick: It's a good thing dogs in real life haven't learned to speak like those of these two iconic cartoon duos...
Wiz: Johnny Test and Dukey. Living science experiments, courtesy of the former's mad scientist sisters.
Boomstick: Or Shaggy and Scooby-Doo. Mystery-hunting cowards who'd rather be lookin' for meals than ghosts. He's Wiz and I'm Boomstick.
Wiz: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and abilities to see who would win...a Death Battle!
"Johnny & Dukey Are Up To The Test in DEATH BATTLE!"[]
(Cue: "Johnny Test Theme Song")
Wiz: Adolescence can be a trying and challenging time for anyone going through it. With your whole future ahead of you, sometimes you just want to live that life now in the present.
Boomstick: And for one local doofus with fire-like hair, Johnny “Xavier” Test, this was absolutely possible with his super genius, ethically-questionable older sisters, Susan and Mary!
Wiz: And the inventions these two concoct are nothing short of extraordinary.
Boomstick: Hell, one of the first things we know of them doing was taking Johnny’s ordinary mutt, Dukey and experimenting on him, giving him hyper-intelligence and the ability to speak. Because as one mad genius says, ‘There’s nothin’ wrong with playing god so long as you’re good at it,’ right?
Wiz: Not to say Johnny’s voice-of-reason, Dukey was the only one subject to Susan and Mary’s experiments. In fact, in just about every instance we see Johnny, his sisters have performed some new experiment on him, using their own beloved younger brother as a labrat.
Boomstick: [Sarcastically] Sound familiar, Wiz?
Wiz: [Coyly] I don’t know what you’re talking about…
Boomstick: Yeah, well, my kidney’s been reciting Shakespeare to me for the past week and I don’t remember eating any books!
Wiz: It’s not Shakespeare – it’s Mark Twain. Moving on, Johnny is quite the mischievous child, always seeking some new thrill or grand adventure! And in spite of the ever-present disapproval of his right-hand hound, he usually ends up stealing one of his sister’s inventions to help him in his antics.
Boomstick: And these are quite versatile little things too, like a milkshake that gives you the physique of a bodybuilder, a technological swiss-army knife jetpack, pants that grant him unfathomable smarts, an MP3 player capable of rewinding any object to a previous state, a portable goddamned black hole! Among many, many other things…
Wiz: …Most of which being either unusable due to Johnny’s lack of knowledge, or unreliable due to a tendency to completely backfire on him.
Boomstick: Tough break.
Wiz: But there is one set of tools at their disposal that has consistently been capable of bringing the duo to new and otherwise unreachable heights. The Johnny X and Super Dukey.
Boomstick: "Forms” is probably a little more accurate, ‘cause these suits and forms grant them new, superpowered personas!
Wiz: In this state, Johnny can fly, shapeshift, fire rope-like spaghetti from his head, shoot hurricanes from his hands–
Boomstick: And pass gas so deadly it can incinerate an entire fleet of fighter planes! …No. Seriously.
Wiz: Not that Johnny needs his…urgh, “Power Poots,” to be effective. Even without the aid of Susan and Mary’s inventions, he and Dukey are still quite impressive when it comes to raw stats.
Boomstick: Such as the time Johnny and Dukey were eager to play a new video game, they ran from the store to their room so fast that they set fire to the ground behind ‘em! That requires a speed of Mach 5 at minimum!
Wiz: But this pales in comparison to the sheer strength and durability he has displayed. “Bling Bling Boy,” a recurring antagonist of which Johnny has routinely faced and has shown to be capable of holding his own against, was capable of surviving close-range with a missile so powerful it tore the entire upper half of his volcano headquarters off, launching it into the air. To deal similar amounts of damage, Johnny would have to match this explosion, which clocks in at 23.7 Kilotons of TNT!
Boomstick: And that’s even without goin’ super either. I mean, it may not be as fun as shooting hurricanes or farting fire, but it’s still super impressive.
Wiz: Of course, then there’s intelligence, and…this is where Johnny mostly falls flat. On occasion he’s clever enough to hatch up a scheme capable of outfoxing his genius sisters, but the rest of the time…
Boomstick: Rest a’ the time, it’s Dukey who’s the real brains between the two. And even he’s still a dog at heart, forgoing reason when a tasty steak is on the line!
Wiz: That, and the duo doesn't exactly have the best track-record for their plans actually succeeding. Usually, it boils down to the same formula time-after-time. Johnny misuses an invention and causes a problem, and needs the help of his sisters to make things right again.
Boomstick: But what else is new when it comes to cartoons, eh? Just comes with the territory.
Wiz: Indeed. Needless to say, as destructive and mildly irritating as he may be, Johnny will always be ready for any new adventure that may come his way...much to Dukey's exhausted chagrin.
Johnny: "Oh, he is so going down!"
"Shaggy & Scooby Cower From DEATH BATTLE!"[]
(Cue: "What's New, Scooby-Doo?")
Wiz: In a world packed to brim with strange and unique faces, one group of teens sought to seek out and unravel the myriad mysteries surrounding them at all times.
Boomstick: Yeah, but who cares about that? The real mystery is how inconsistent their backstories can be, amiright?
Wiz: Urgh, yes, it is…quite difficult to get a good grasp on how the famous “Mystery Incorporated” found its beginnings. Recent tellings place a group of young children on Halloween night: Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, and of course Norville “Shaggy” Rogers and his faithful companion–
Boomstick: [Loudly and obnoxiously] SCOOBY DOOBY-DOOOOOO!!!
Wiz: [Clasping his ears] …I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do that…
Boomstick: And whose fault is that for thinkin’ I’d keep my word, hm? [Smacking Wiz on the back]
Wiz: At any rate…The group would venture together into a so-called haunted house catch their first-ever “ghost,” a mere cat-burglar with a ghostly façade. Their first solved mystery under the belts, the group would decide then and there to form their own mystery-hunting company! Mystery Incorporated.
Boomstick: A little on the nose. If it was up to me, I’d go with somethin’ more bold! Something like…”Ghostbusters.”
Wiz: …I can’t tell if you’re joking right now, and that honestly scares me.
Boomstick: See? Then it’s working.
Wiz: Shaggy and the rest of the Mystery Incorporated gang would solve mysteries everywhere they went.
Boomstick: And we all know the formula by now. Someone spots a ghost, hijinks ensue to find out what the ghost really is, and they inevitably find out it was some disgruntled office worker with too much free time on his hands.
Wiz: All the while, Shaggy and his faithful great dane companion ever cowering from danger; ever eager to focus their efforts on getting a quick snack rather than going toe-to-toe with the newest ghost of the week. Not to say they’re weaklings by any means. In fact, it’s usually the duo’s antics that inevitably aid the group in catching their culprit!
Boomstick: Mostly through sheer luck and slapstick shenanigans, but hey, it’s a start.
Wiz: Which isn’t to mention how surprisingly well they can hold their own in actual combat. While normally avoiding combat due to his timid demeanor, when put under the effects of hypnosis to amplify his confidence, Shaggy was capable of easily defeating a bar full of armed bikers single-handedly.
Boomstick: And these same bikers were later capable of fighting on equal footing with a pack of robotic dinosaurs, meaning Shaggy is likely stronger than them as well. Add to that the fact that Shaggy is capable of keeping pace with his Great Dane dog, and the fact this breed runs at an average of 35 miles per hour, and you got quite the fighter on your hands. ‘Course, fancy flips, gymnastic superiority, and dinosaur wrestlin’ are nice and all, but they pale in comparison to his greatest feat.
Wiz: With the aid of the mystic Sword of Fate, Shaggy and Scooby would meet the fabled Black Samurai on the battlefield – one whose climactic duel centuries prior was capable of causing of causing an earthquake! Given the limited footage and lack of a first-hand source, it’s difficult to tell exactly how powerful their clash must have been to do this. But from what little we see, their duel took place in the sky above Mount Fuji.
Boomstick: And to be that far above the ground and still make it shake requires some serious firepower. 20.5 kilotons of TNT to be exact.
Wiz: Given the intensity of the fight, it’s fair to believe both the Black Samurai, and his Green Dragon opponent were at relatively equal power, and thus, contributed equally to this show of power, putting the Black Samurai at a strength of about 10.25 kilotons.
Boomstick: In spite of that, both Shaggy and Scooby were capable of trading blows with ol’ BS, armed with their respective magic swords. Sure, maybe most of this vague power could have been granted by the sword they were wielding, but that does nothing to say they were still capable of standing within close range of the thing without folding like a wet noodle!
Wiz: That said, Shaggy and Scooby’s intelligence leaves something to be desired.
Boomstick: Hell, when one of the big bads of Flash, Gorilla Grodd tried to hypnotize Shaggy, his efforts were in vain, because he “didn’t have a mind to control.” Ouch. And comin’ from a Silverback Gorilla no less.
Wiz: Whether or not that is canon is…debatable. But most of Shaggy’s successes ride on the backs of his and Scooby’s immense luck and slight toon force.
Boomstick: And if you know anything about Death Battle, it’s to never take toon-force lightly.
Wiz: Needless to say, Shaggy’s long and storied mystery-hunting career could really just be a testament to his and Scooby’s staggering survivability.
Boomstick: Or a testament to Scooby secretly being an alien.
Wiz: I...What?
Boomstick: Or being a direct descendant of Alexander the Great's faithful canine companion. Once beating the ever-loving shit outta the Joker, while under the effects of an extraterrestrial Batman-simp's magical dust.
Wiz: I...I-Is this...Are you just making this up as we go along?
Boomstick: Maybe I am; maybe I'm not. Isn't that mystery the real spirit of Scooby-Doo?
Wiz: ... ...I'll...have to look into that later. But, at any rate; Shaggy and Scooby have withstood many trials and obstacles.
Boomstick: And it’s gonna be long time till you can find yourself in an age where you never have to hear–
Wiz: [Rushed] Scooby-dooby-doo!
Boomstick: Gh-ARGH! Dammit Wiz! You stole my thunder!
Shaggy: "This can go two ways, punk. One...you walk away. Two...I walk on your face."
Intermission / Pre-Fight Poll[]
Wiz: Alright, the combatants are set, and we've run the data through all possibilities. Feel free to vote for who you believe will win in the poll provided: https://strawpoll.com/polls/YVyP2xK21gN
Boomstick: But now! IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!
Battle[]
Upon a pristine white ceramic plate, it stood tall; like a precious gem atop a pedestal. Hummus, mayonnaise, mustard, and modest amounts of ketchup shimmering, reflecting the sunlight; drawing attention to the perfectly-sliced cuts of deli meat, ham, turkey, bologna. Joint with a healthy amount of vegetables and toppings and flanked by the fluffiest slices of bread anyone could ever be blessed to witness. There was no doubt in their minds. This was the most beautiful and perfect sandwich they could ever bear witness to.
And it was all theirs, Scooby thought, rubbing his front paws together in anticipation, savoring the seconds leading to when he may eventually taste it. To his right, sitting in the booth, his owner and best friend, Shaggy had similar feelings.
“Risn't it reautiful, Raggy?” Scooby asked, with a gentle yet awe-struck tone to his voice.
“Like, you said it, Scoob! What are we just standing around staring for? Like, let’s dig in!” Shaggy responds, picking the sandwich up and taking a large bite, only to come up with nothing but chipped teeth as Scooby snatches the sandwich out of his grasp.
“Wait, Raggy! It isn’t romprete ret!”
Shaking himself off, Shaggy looks his beloved pal in the eyes with surprise. “Like, you don’t mean…You think it needs…”
Scooby nods, and raises up one paw, as both members of the Mystery Duo count down from three with their fingers, before singing at the same time. “Another sandwich!”
“Like, good thinkin’, Scoob!” Shaggy shouts, as Scooby leaves the Ultimate Sandwich on the diner table – both rushing off out of sight in pursuit of the oh-so important final ingredient.
The Sandwich now sat alone; majestic, and yet…unattended, and vulnerable.
The front door to the diner swings open, with the chiming of a bell announcing the arrival of another customer. Amidst the glare of late afternoon sunlight, all that can be seen is this stranger’s silhouette; and most prominently…a head of fire-shaped hair.
. . .[]
“Mmm, see?” Johnny Test mutters to his canine companion, Dukey, mouth full of food. “I told you…” He swallows and kicks his feet up, resting them on the table the two were sitting at. “This place has the best sandwiches.”
Dukey – for once – seems to agree, as he heartily tucks into his own meal. “Yeah, I’ll admit, I was a little leery when you dragged me out to this town in the middle of nowhere just for a sandwich, but I absolutely see what you’re talking about!” Dukey pops the last remaining portion of his half of the sandwich in his mouth. “Although…” He wonders with muffled voice. “I gotta ask…How did you afford a sandwich this–”
Dukey’s question seemed to be answered by the loud, piercing shriek of a grown man; a shriek that quickly devolves from shock and horror into despair and mourning. Johnny glances behind him, watching as Shaggy bawls like a grieving widow, hands clasped firmly over his face as a pool of his own tears forms a thick puddle on the ground. Scooby juggles trying to hold their “ingredient” sandwich – one almost as big as the first – in one hand, while trying to comfort Shaggy with the other.
“Z-Zoinks! Like, we’ve been SANDWICH-NAPPED, Scoob!” Shaggy whimpers through choked sobs.
Johnny turns around and, avoiding eye-contact, hurriedly stuffs the last bit of his meal in his mouth as realization washes over Dukey.
“...Johnny…You DID pay for that sandwich…didn’t you?” Dukey asks with a scolding tone of voice.
“Yesh?” Johnny replies with a full mouth. “...Maybe…?” At last he swallows, and twiddles his thumbs. “...Okay maybe not, but that’s why you should’ve been watching me! You’re my voice of reason, and when you leave me unattended, you let stuff like THIS happen!” Dukey tries to respond, but is immediately hushed as Johnny presses his index finger over the mutt’s lips. “Okay, look.” Johnny mutters. “We get up, walk out, and NO ONE has to know we stole that sandwich, okay? Just don’t say a word!”
The diner falls silent. Dukey doesn’t reply, merely glancing behind Johnny, meeting the gaze of both Shaggy and Scooby…who were sitting at the booth right next to theirs, and heard every last word. “Uh…I don’t think I need to.” Dukey says sarcastically.
As the shock of the moment wears off, Scooby bares his teeth and growls, forcibly shoving the sandwich into Shaggy’s arms. He “rolls up his sleeves,” pushing up the fur on his front legs and confronts the Test duo with a stomping march.
“Like, calm down, Scoob!” Shaggy shouts, trying to avoid a confrontation, struggling to keep himself standing under the immense weight of the sandwich he was now holding.
Johnny glances back nervously as the growls grow closer and closer, until at last he turns around to meet the infuriated great dane. "Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking, and we can talk this out! The fact is..." Johnny points at Dukey. "It was his idea."
Dukey, having none of this, smacks Johnny's outstretched wrist, and stands up, approaching Scooby with an apologetic look. "Yes, hello, my name's 'Dukeson Test,' and my friend here's an idiot." Johnny glares at Dukey, taking offense to this. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry he took your sandwich, it was my fault for not watching him, and–"
"And nothing!" Johnny shouts, pulling himself to his feet, and positioning himself between Dukey and Scooby. "Yeah, I took your sandwich, and it was absolutely delicious!" Johnny replies, trying to compliment the two's sandwich-making skills, obviously to no avail. Dukey's eyes widen as Johnny continues. "Uhm...well...I just wanted to say, in the future, maybe you shouldn't leave such perfect sandwiches just sitting out in the open!"
All this seems to do is rile Scooby up even more, who bares his teeth again and growls, looming over the spiky-haired pre-teen. Johnny however, not actually reciprocating Scooby's anger but mostly as a defense-mechanism, growls back, and stands on his toes, trying to match the height of the bipedal great dane.
"Johnny...Johnny, maybe you should cut it out...NOW, Johnny!" Dukey whispers with a sense of urgency in his voice.
Shaggy seemed to have the same idea as Dukey, preferring to avoid the inevitable brawl. "Like, cut it out, you two!" Shaggy shouts, attempting to position his body between Johnny and Scooby to push them apart...this was the plan anyway. But as Shaggy took his first step, he slipped and slid in the puddle of his own sandwich-mourning tears, trying in vain to keep himself standing, ending in him falling flat on his face, and accidentally tossing the second sandwich directly in Dukey's face.
Dukey was merely mildly annoyed but Johnny? Johnny was furious at this perceived attack on his beloved canine pal. "Oh, so it's a fight you want?!" Johnny steps back and assumes a kung-fu stance, prompting Scooby to do the same. Relunctantly, Dukey and Shaggy stand by their respective partner's sides with looks of hesitation. "Then it's a fight you'll get, buddy!"
FIGHT![]
With raucous battle cries, Johnny and Scooby simultaneously went in swinging, attempting to mimic each other’s moves, looking more flashy than overall practical. Johnny went in for a punch aimed at Scooby’s face, only for the latter to bend all the way backwards as if playing a game of limbo. While on his toes, he rushes around Johnny, much to the boy’s confusion. Johnny attempts to keep track of his rapidly tip-toeing opponent, resulting only in him becoming dizzy. As he begins to stumble on the spot, Scooby leaps behind him, and grabs Johnny by his head of firey hair.
“Whoa, hey, hey! Careful with that!” Johnny pleads, reaching up, trying to free himself. His request is ignored as Scooby spins around and throws him across the diner, sending him crashing into a soda-machine.
Johnny peers up as various flavors of soft drink pour down on him from the wreckage. He licks his lips with a grin. “Joke’s on you, Hairball!” He lifts his hand to catch the ice-cubes falling from the machine. Scooby breaks into a run to follow up on this previous attack. “Ice-see what you’re up to!” Johnny shouts, flinging the ice-cubes across the floor, and as Scooby runs over them, he begins to slip and slide, careening down the aisle and bursting through the “Employee’s Only” door and into the kitchen.
Several noises boom from within the kitchen. Crashing, the sound of pots and pans colliding with each other, the Wilhelm Scream. And of course, whipcracks and laugh-tracks in equal measure.
Johnny pulls himself from the wrecked machine, taking a plastic fork from the table beside him, rushing into the kitchen after his hairy opponent. Shaggy shouts after them. “Like, that room's employee's only, Scoob!” Shaggy runs on the spot to chase after the two fighters. Unbeknownst to him, Dukey had the same idea, and the two collide on the spot. Panicking, they both assume the other is trying to attack them, and begin a clumsy slap-fight to defend themselves.
The other customers watch on in fascinated bafflement as the scraggly “hippie” and talking dog seem to be hurting themselves more than their opponent, blindly stumbling across the diner, knocking over tables and chairs.
As Dukey and Shaggy make little progress in their own battle, Johnny catches up to Scooby in the kitchen, and the two commence a duel, with Johnny swinging the plastic fork around like a dagger, while Scooby, blinded by a pot covering his head, scrambles around the counter for something to use as a weapon. After a moment, his hand comes across something – a hot, freshly-baked baguette. Perfect!
Scooby swings the baguette downward, knocking Johnny right on his forehead, sending him momentarily into a daze. Still unable to see, Scooby swings wildly, striking Johnny once across the chest, and attempting to sweep his legs out from under him, whilst Johnny is able to leap over and avoid this follow-up attack. “Hey, at yeast give a guy a warning, will ya?” Johnny frantically looks around, his eyes falling upon a silver platter, upon which a slab of pizza dough is outstretched. Ducking out of the way of another breadstick swing, he makes a beeline for the counter and snatches the platter, holding it high like a shield. Tossing aside his trusty plastic fork, he gears himself up with a soup-bowl helmet and a pair of tongs as his melee weapon of choice.
In the time it takes for Johnny to ready himself, Scooby has finally pried the pot up from over his eyes and glares Johnny down. No longer were they boy and dog, but warriors, standing tall and proud over the smoldering ruins of this medieval battlefield! It would take but a moment for them to charge and clash. Steel striking against steel, the piercing of flesh, the spraying of blood! ‘Twas truly a fight for the ages…in their mind at least. It was, of course, far more mundane in reality – if one would consider a duel with kitchen utensils to be “mundane.”
Johnny deflects several swings of the steaming breadstick-battleaxe with his pizza-pavise, counter-attacking with a barrage of snips and slashes, courtesy of his tongs, a utensil that unfortunately does not have a medieval weapon counterpart.
Backing away, Scooby lights the flame of a nearby stove and lights the breadstick on fire, bashing the incendiary french-bread repeatedly, each strike blocked and parried by the pizza shield, unintentionally cooking it.
Johnny as well reels back, taking hold of a sack full of tomatoes. With a warrior’s shout, he throws tomato after tomato, each of which Scooby is able to harmlessly shred with his spinning baguette, sending tomato sauce spraying back onto both Johnny and his shield.
Scooby momentarily “sheathes” his weapon, grabbing a full cheese-wedge, and tossing it upward, obscuring the sole ceiling-light as though it were arrows blotting out the sun. Scooby produces a kitchen knife and leaps into the air as Johnny does the same, after laying the pizza gently on the ground. Their gazes meet and in the blink of an eye, the blades clash, swing, and slash.
Both combatants fall to the ground unscathed. The cheese-wheel was not so fortunate however, falling in thin, raindrop-like strands, cascading over fighter and pizza alike.
Johnny and Scooby pant and heave, exhausted from such a tension-riddled duel…when the smell of the now-completed pizza snaps them from their fight. Scooby turns around and looks Johnny in the eyes, drooling hungrily. The two fighters glance between their opponent and the pizza, and for a brief moment they are silent…
One Midfight Snack Later...[]
Johnny, Shaggy, Dukey, and Scooby all sit calmly and peacefully at the same table, happily digging into the pizza their brawl had unintentionally resulted in.
“Mm, so…” Dukey says in-between bites. “You say you’ve been ghost-hunting for how many years?”
“Like, fifty-three, Duke.” Shaggy cheerfully responds. “Like, the real mystery is how we haven’t aged a day all that time!” Johnny and Scooby both laugh at this reply, while Dukey maintains a look of sincere interest and curiosity.
“Yeah…I know that feeling, Shaggy.” Dukey replies, a little disappointed this shared mystery didn’t seem to have an answer. He takes another slice and stuffs it in his mouth, prompting Johnny to do the same. This however…raises a problem.
Johnny and Scooby, both reaching for the same slice at the same time, notice it is the last one left. And yet – though the rest of the pizza was indescribably delicious – their stomachs were not yet satisfied. Once more, their calm expressions twist in anger.
“Oh no…” Dukey groans, popping the last morsel of pizza into his mouth and edging away from the table just in the nick of time as Johnny and Scooby tackle each other, their brawl obscured by a large, cartoonish dust-cloud…and poor Shaggy too slow to avoid being caught up in the crossfire. Shaggy desperately tries to pull himself from the chaos, and though he eventually succeeds, this results in him being sent flying right into Dukey…who once more panics, leading into yet another pathetic slap-fight between the two.
The diner was once more embroiled in chaos, as innocent passersby watched on, half-amused, half-frightened. Some could even be seen placing bets on who they think would win.
At last a victor seems to appear from the fight between Scooby and Johnny Test, as it was Scooby who grabbed his opponent by his hair once again, much to the boy labrat’s disapproval, and tossed him away. Unfortunately for Shaggy and Dukey however, they had stumbled directly into Johnny’s flight-path, sending all three of them smashing through the adjacent window and out onto the streets.
Scooby immediately seems to realize his mistake, and ears dropping to the side of his head, he leaps out after his owner. “Raggy!”
Shaggy attempts to pull himself to his feet. L-Like…I’m okay, Scoob…Just a little concussion’s a–” His response is interrupted by a quick sock to the side of the head from Johnny Test, who is very much still ready to keep on the fight.
“C’mon, gonna take more than that to take us down, Dukey!” Johnny shouts.
Dukey tries to distance himself from the situation. “H-Hey, stop dragging me into–” Like Shaggy before him, Dukey is cut off by a punch to the snout from Scooby-Doo. “AGHCK! Ah, Aooww…Okay…That’s ENOUGH Mister Nice Pooch!” Dukey sniffles, returning Scooby’s attack with his own. Shaggy rubs his head and faces Johnny with a look of reluctance.
“...I really don’t wanna fight, dude…” Shaggy whimpers.
For a moment the two are silent, Johnny seemingly lost in contemplation. Was this all just a big misunderstanding? Maybe…Maybe he jumped the gun? Was he wrong? …Nah. Johnny tackles Shaggy, who pulls back his leg and kicks Johnny in the gut in self-defense. Though still hesitant about this whole thing, Shaggy is beginning to realize that the option to end this peacefully had long since gone out the window. Following up on his previous counter-attack, Shaggy leaps into the air and runs at Johnny, kicking him multiple times while in midair, each hit launching him higher and higher, like a strange lanky juggling technique. Johnny was overwhelmed by the surprising technique and power of this unassuming teenager, who almost looks like he’d rather run away than actually fight.
Scooby and Dukey meanwhile seem to be equally matched at first, but over time and several back-and-forth struggles, Scooby at last gains the upper hand over Dukeson Test, rolling his fists over his head as though he were beating a punching bag. Scooby glances over to see Shaggy seemingly dominating his own opponent, and in response, Scooby picks Dukey up and rolls him between his hands like clay, before kicking him down the street toward Shaggy.
Shaggy notices the oncoming projectile just in time, and kicks Johnny upward, directly into the path of the oncoming Dukey-ball; watching as both opponents crash right through the wall of a nearby building, creating a Johnny Test-shaped hole. Shaggy smiles and pants as Scooby approaches. “Like…you think it’s over?”
‘Uh-ruh! Uh-ruh!” Scooby nods, hugging Scooby. “Re ron, Raggy! Re ron!”
“Like, good job, Scoob! That’ll teach ‘em!” Shaggy hugs Scooby back, relieved that the fight was finally over. The catharsis was short-lived however, as a strange sound hummed forth from within the building snapped Shaggy’s eyes wide open. Sparks fly from behind the broken wall followed by a bright, blinding flash.
“WOOHOOHOOOOOO!!” Johnny’s voice echoes as a blue blur zooms out, colliding with Scooby, and carrying him up into the air. “From now on, you can call me…” Johnny taunts, dropping Scooby and letting him hurdle toward the ground for a few seconds, before darting beneath and catching him again. “JOHNNY X!!!”
Shaggy watches in horror as Scooby is toyed with by Johnny X. “Zoinks!” He runs, attempting to catch Scooby should he fall out from the superhero’s grasp, only to find something restraining him by the back of his shirt. It was Super Pooch, giving him a smug look.
“Uh…I don’t think so.” Dukey responds, kicking Shaggy up into the air, before flying up after him, meeting Johnny in the air, smacking the Mystery Duo’s heads together, juggling them around, and catching their respective counterparts.
Johnny crashes into the ground, rippling the road like the surface of a pond, looking the terrified Shaggy in the eyes. “So! How would you like to see something awesome?”
“Like…awesome as in, you letting me go?” Shaggy asks with a slight tinge of hope to his voice.
Johnny merely shakes his head in response before tossing Shaggy up into the air, and quickly shapeshifting into a kangaroo. He jumps up after him, and kicks the scrawny mystery-hunter down the road before reverting to his human form. “Try something like THIS! HURRICANE HANDS!” Johnny shouts, clapping his hands together. Within an instant, Shaggy is caught like a ragdoll in a swirling tempest of winds, helpless to resist the sheer force of the hurricane.
In response, Dukey spins and throws Scooby into the hurricane as well, putting both combatants at the mercy of the storm.
The street itself is torn and sundered apart by the fearsome hurricane. Windows are shattered and scooped up in the winds, while shoppers, tourists, and other Crystal Cove civilians run inside for cover from the ensuing battle. The Mystery Duo themselves are sent flying into an unassuming little museum at the end of the road; in which much of the roof and the entirety of the front wall had been completely decimated.
Johnny X glances to his side, letting the hurricane peter out as Super Dukey joins him on the ground. “Whaddya think, Super Pooch? Think it’s time for some Lava Boogers to finish this off?”
“Yes – the sooner we get out of here, the better.” Dukey responds dismissively as Johnny covers one of his nostrils and takes a deep breath.
Shaggy groans in pain, laying broken and beaten amongst the rubble and various scattered museum displays. Though he wants so desperately to close his eyes and let this horrible day finally be over, his worries get the better of him, and he looks around, spotting Scooby just barely still standing, a piece of rebar sticking out from within his left front leg. “Scoob…” Shaggy responds. “I’m sorry, Scoob…Guess we’re not cut out for this after all…”
“D-Don’t…Don’t round ro rorry…Raggy…” Scooby replies, gripping something from within the destruction. Shaggy couldn’t believe his eyes! It was…the Sword of Fate? The same weapon he and Scooby had used to stand on even footing with the Black Samurai. And yet, here it was, formerly on display in this museum. “Be it ran, rhost, or remon…ret God decide…!” But though the sword’s power was great, Shaggy knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
He takes a deep breath, looking off into the distance at the tiny glowing specks that were Johnny X and Super Dukey. And yet…even with the bright red glow of the Lava Boogers growing on the horizon, another light catches Shaggy’s eye, from right above him. Another display, a crystal of some kind, and yet in Shaggy’s delirious state, it looked shockingly like…rock candy? Shaggy smiled weakly. “Like…a last meal? Don’t mind if I do.” He remarked, taking the crystal and popping it into his mouth.
"Lava Boogers...!" Johnny shouts, preparing his final attack, centered directly on the ruins of the museum. "GO!!!" A glowing, red-hot wad of snot shoots down the road, faster than a missile, exploding in spectacular fashion as it collides into the museum. Johnny chuckles and raises his hand for a high-five, and yet Dukey doesn't seem to reciprocate his celebration. They did just kill two people, Johnny thought. It was only natural to not be overjoyed about it. What had caught Dukey's attention was something else however...a scent. A new scent. One of rage, justice, defiance. One of power.
One of...
Instinct.[]
(Cue: "X Percent")
Scooby, having closed his eyes, bracing for the impact, opens them to find he is completely unharmed. In the shimmering steel of the Sword of Fate, he sees a blazing white aura; emanating from Shaggy, who now hovers mere feet from the ground. Shaggy turns back and gives Scooby a smile. “Like…Let’s put these ghosts back in the grave, Scoob.”
Surprised and awe-stuck, Scooby nods to his best friend, gripping the Sword tight in-between his paws. “For the randwich, Raggy…!”
Johnny X barely has time to react before he is struck by the speeding afterimage of Ultra Instinct Shaggy. Striking Shaggy’s face in self-defense, the two superpowered toons crash through building after building; sonicbooms from their climactic fight crashing against the rest of Crystal Cove.
“Johnny! Hold on, I’m coming!” Super Dukey shouts, attempting to fly after the duo, only to have his tail grabbed by the now-reinvigorated Scooby-Doo. “Argh, so that’s the game you wanna play?!” Dukey shouts, charging up a Power Poot.
Johnny and Shaggy continue their own duel, painting the sky in a beautiful mosaic of blue and white; leftover trails of their supersonic showdown. As they fly upwards, Shaggy reaches out and grabs Johnny X by the throat. “Like, I’m impressed, Johnny-Boy…” The trajectory of the two’s flight takes a harsh 180 degree turn, sending them on a direct collision course with the Earth. “You made me use one-percent of my power…”
Johnny opens one eye, watching closely as the image of an office building grows larger and larger. Bracing for impact, he shapeshifts into a tortoise, and retreats within his shell.
The building erupts in a fiery explosion, very much resembling the flowers on the side of the Mystery Machine. Johnny coughs and sputters, returning to human form, gritting his teeth and glaring into the eyes of Ultra Instinct Shaggy. “How would you like to see what two-percent looks like?” Shaggy taunts with an air of menace to his squeaky teenage voice.
Meanwhile back in front of the diner, Scooby and Dukey continue to duel it out, amidst a sizzling, foul-smelling crater. “Bling-Bling, Dark Vegan, Whack-O…” Dukey growls. “They’d have given up by now!” He leaps over a viscous dual sword-swing from Scooby, and hovers in midair over his fellow talking dog’s head. “Who on earth are you?!”
Scooby merely chuckles, and does an overdramatic backflip, putting some distance between him and Super Dukey. “I am…” The two talking dogs break into a full-blown charge toward each other. “SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOOOOOOOO!!!”
Shaggy strikes Johnny in the gut, following with an upward kick into his lower jaw. As Johnny tries to maintain his aerial balance, he lowers his head and points it toward his opponent. “Neural Freezing Spaghetti-Head Powers, GO!” A thick stream of energy resembling freshly-cooked noodles jettisons out from his forehead, intending to tangle and restrain his opponent’s movements. This ends up being in vain however, as Shaggy merely opens his mouth and swallows the Spaghetti Head attack in one gulp.
“Like…got any seconds, dude?” He responds, patting his stomach. Johnny can only watch on in surprise before his face is taken into the powerful grasp of Shaggy, and he’s sent flying downwards, straight through the ground, boring right through the Earth’s mantle.
…
Zizrar, Johnny’s old mole-king nemesis sits silently atop his throne with a bored expression. He taps on his armrest rhythmically, occasionally glancing around the subterranean chamber. “... …I should really get a house-plant or something…In fact, I should hire an interior decorator. This whole place needs a full renovation…It’s so dank and soul-sucking…” He goes silent again. “...Wow, I am unbearably lonely…”
…
Breaking the monotony of Zizrar’s oh-so-fascinating musings, Johnny and Shaggy burst straight through his chamber on their journey toward the core of the planet. He covers his eyes and kicks and squeals like a piglet. “BRIGHT LIGHT! BRIGHT LIGHT! SKREEEEEE!!!”
Johnny can feel the heat rising the further down they travel, and he knows something must be done before his goose is cooked, figuratively and literally. Taking as deep a breath as he can, he swallows a mouthful of air, much to Shaggy’s curiosity. “Think…Dad’s meatloaf…or the zit-ray…think, think…!” He mutters, thinking the grossest thoughts he could, until they all burst out at once in a full-powered Sonic Burp attack!
Shaggy, half-surprised, half-amused allows himself to be shot out from the tunnel the two have dug like a bullet from a shotgun. He rises higher, and higher, coming close to the border of the planet’s atmosphere, before finally exerting enough energy to stabilize himself, peering down over the majestic planet with a smug look. “Hmph…not bad…not bad at all…” He muses.
But Johnny, not done yet, is still digging the hole, going down seemingly as far as he can. “Come on, come on…got one shot at this!” After a few straight minutes of digging, he stops and smiles. “Okay, Mr. Mystery…Let’s see you dodge this…!” He aims his rear end downwards and takes another deep breath. “Heat Mode Power Poot… …FIREEEEEEE!!!!!” A blast of an incendiary gas shoots out from the superboy’s backside, which, combined with the sheer depth of the hole, allows him to accelerate and shoot out from the tunnel at massive speeds!
Shaggy can only catch a glimmer shining out from somewhere on the planet, caught completely off-guard as Johnny X flies right into him, delivering a full-powered headbutt directly into his stomach, and…He coughs. He sputters. The crystal is ejected from his stomach and flies out of reach, going into low-orbit with the planet. “Z…Zoinks…!” Shaggy whimpers as his Ultra Instinct aura dies out. Johnny steps side and watches as the teenage Mystery Hunter begins his descent back to earth.
Meanwhile, back in Crystal Cove, the duel between Scooby and Super Dukey has yet to find a winner. Both fighters are battered and bruised, but neither is willing to give up just yet. Scooby raises the Sword of Fate above his head, and wearily approaches Dukey, one small step at a time…
A glimmer of light shines in the sky, and before either fighter can react, Shaggy collides right into them, like a meteor from the heavens. Dukey is knocked back, kicking and screaming, before using his own flight ability to stabilize himself again. “What the? …Johnny?!” Catching the scent of Johnny descending as well, he shoots over to his owner’s side, arriving just in time to watch as he turns his back to the Mystery Duo.
“Get a load of this!” Johnny says, charging one last Power Poot.
Scooby and Shaggy, realizing the danger they’re in, hold each other in their arms.
“Ruh-roh…”
A massive green mushroom-cloud rises over the town, painting the whole sky with a disgusting yellow hue. A small, broken piece of metal is ejected from the blast-zone, falling to the ground with a light clink. It faces the sky, with the letters “SD” reflecting the pale green light. It sits calmly and peacefully for a moment, before it’s blown away in a gust of wind, courtesy of Super Dukey flying past, carrying an exhausted Johnny X in his arms.
The triumphant Tests come to a halt just outside the diner, and rest at the one bench that had survived the chaos. They look back toward the mushroom cloud and both take a heavy sigh of relief.
Dukey turns to Johnny and asks… “Why is it every time you take me somewhere, something blows up?”
KO![]
Ending Screen A features Johnny and Dukey back in the ruins of the diner where their fight began, happily tucking into another sandwich. Neither seems to celebrate their victory, but both are just happy for it to finally be over.
Ending Screen B features the ghosts of Shaggy and Scooby rematerializing at the very epicenter of a large crater. They look around in confusion, before spotting each other and screaming in terror, before running off in separate directions.
Results[]
Boomstick: Y’know, Wiz, I was about to say I never expected we’d have someone die of nuclear fart on this show, but then I remembered it’s NOT the first time. And now I’m just wondering how the hell it happened twice.
Wiz: Like always, this fight wasn’t quite as clear-cut as it may seem at a glance. Scooby and Shaggy may have had better experience, and CERTAINLY better teamwork.
Boomstick: But those don’t really matter when you’re so heavily stat-stomped in other, more immediately important categories. Shaggy and Scooby could run faster than the fastest man alive, but Johnny and Dukey were capable of running fast enough to set fire to their surroundings!
Wiz: The Tests also held the edge in both strength and durability. While Shaggy and Scooby facing off against the Black Samurai was certainly impressive, it only clocked in at 10.25 kilotons. Less than half of the 23.7 kilotons Johnny and Dukey could consistently scale to.
Boomstick: Even if you were to highball the Black Samurai earthquake and say he was the SOLE provider of the force needed to create it, it still falls barely short. Meaning even if Shaggy and Scooby could CATCH Johnny and Dukey, they didn’t really have a way to take them out, while being able to avoid dying themselves.
Wiz: And keep in mind, these were just the feats Johnny and Dukey could muster in their base forms. Johnny X and Super Pooch are superior in just about every way.
Boomstick: Shaggy and Scooby did have one minor advantage though, in that, their plans usually succeed through dumb luck, while Johnny and Dukey are usually much less fortunate in day-to-day life.
Wiz: Though luck ultimately amounts to little when the winners of Death Battle are determined by consistency rather than who manages to get a lucky hit in first.
Boomstick: …And…the Ultra Instinct thing?
Wiz: Not actually included in the results, since only the feats from the Scooby-Doo cartoons and movies were used…Plus, Ultra Instinct Shaggy is a little difficult to nail down due to how widely variable his feats could be from telling to telling.
Boomstick: Ah, so, it was a joke then? Well, it was still kinda cool I guess, so I’ll forgive it…this time…
Wiz: The Mystery Incorporated Duo certainly put up one heck of a fight, but they couldn’t keep up with the Tests’ immense speed, apocalyptic power, and absolutely disgusting abilities…
Boomstick: Shaggy and Scoobs could Duke it out with the best of ‘em, but they just couldn’t be whipped into shape.
Wiz: The Winners are Johnny and Dukey Test
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Trivia[]
- The connections between these duos are that they are both animated cartoon protagonists accompanied by a talking dog, as well as achieving mild meme statuses. (Not exactly the sturdiest of connections, but, eh.)
- This battle would be animated either in sprite-art or in traditional hand-drawn, true to their cartoon origins.
- The soundtrack for this battle would be called "Whipcrack Whiplash," of course referencing the HEAVY use of whipcrack sound-effects in the Johnny Test cartoon, with "whiplash" referencing the amount of time passed between the start of both shows and generally wacky cartoon antics, put in for some nice alliteration.
- The cover consists of an all-black, Mystery Machine-shaped silhouette, with a nuclear-symbol brightly emblazoned on the side, akin to the one on Johnny's shirt, with all-yellow Scooby Snacks making up the pattern. In the driver's seat, the silhouette of Johnny X can barely be seen.
- For the final phase of the fight, a second soundtrack is introduced, "X Percent," referencing Johnny X's name, and Ultra Instinct Shaggy only using a mere percentage of his power.
- The cover consists of Johnny X's Nuclear-Symbol, with the center overtaken by "X%". The symbol itself is cloaked in a blinding white aura, akin to Ultra Instinct
- Shaggy and Scooby were originally meant to win
- This marks the first time the "favorite to win" ended up losing, with the next being Dragonborn vs Tiki