Alright, I'll take a swing to see if I got it
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BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BE-SMASH!
A young teen smashed his alarm clock before peeking out from his covers, "And right back to Coolsville. You up, Scoob?"
A Great Dane pup peeked up from the foot of the bed, "Yeah, I'm awake Shaggy." Amazing what a loop or two with a speech therapist could do.
"Good. You know, this loop thing can be a real pain in the patoot, but, like, sometimes it's a real good thing." It was true, sometimes Shaggy wished he could end the repeating time loops, but they could really save his bacon. Maybe it was overconfidence or boredom from the loops, but his curiosity was tickled in this last loop and he let something happen he never had before (and never will again, probably), he let Revolta succeed, and he never expected what happened.
Apparently, the hag's potion wasn't as complete as she thought. Oh, it turned the Grimwood Girls evil, for sure, it even for some odd reason added several years to each of them, the girls shooting up like weeds from barely teens to full grown, lovely women (Which was especially odd to see for Tanis, who only had so many bandages and ended up an early twenty-something woman with a well wrapped head and a sort of bandage bikini).
What Revolta hadn't been expecting though was that she no longer controlled them (And the spider bats were of no help at all anymore). The girls tossed her and the Creeper into her own cauldron and sealed it shut over the fire (Apparently a fully grown Elsa can bend and fuse metal with her bare hands). Then the girls started arguing, arguing over who got him, an argument that ended with both Sibella and Winnie lunging and biting him at the same time.
Fun fact: Shaggy had been a werewolf plenty of times (Pretty much once a loop), and sometimes he'd stayed like that just to see what it was like (Much to Winnie's joy, he'd even married in a few loops). He'd also been a vampire a few times, to Sibella's joy and her father's eternal displeasure. But, apparently, if you try to make someone a vampire and a werewolf at the same time, at least without some form of preparation, it results in a very, very painful, slow death, painful enough that even the evil Grimwood Girls were weeping as he writhed on the stone floor.
Shaggy jumped from the bed, thankful for the lack of phantom pains, "Alright Scoob, new loop, new start, so how will we spend this one?"