Scooby-Doo! And Kiss: Rock and Roll Mystery Page #5

How do you feel?

I feel like a couple more churros.

How about you, Scooby-Doo?

Yeah. And doughnuts too.

How about some KISS Kakes?

Now with Spaceman sprinkles.

- What happened?

- Well, first we got some ice cream...

...which Scooby-Doo licked away from me.

Yummy, yummy, yummy.

Then there was this smell

and the stinky witch...

...and all this running and music

and spinning and then...

And then...

Like, they saved us.

KISS and their super powers.

That's right, KISS has super powers.

Sounds like they spun around

one two many times in those drums.

No. Like, he shot eye beams,

he grew claws...

...he did lightning bolts, and he flew in

and blew the biggest fire ever.

Thank you, Mr. Demon.

Beat it, mutt, before you dent my armor.

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

- Shaggy, you're imagining things.

- He didn't imagine the witch, that's for sure.

What should we do now?

You must leave!

Trust me, KISS,

these children are nothing but trouble.

You think they're allies, but in the end...

...the only person they'll help

is the Crimson Witch...

...in her plans to bring total devastation

to this world.

They must go now or all is lost.

Guys, you've gotta stop doing this.

If you wanna speak further,

you know where to find me.

- Who was that?

- Chikara, the psychic.

- She works at the park.

- She tells people's fortunes.

Well, she smells like a mixture

of patchouli and hobo.

She's actually very wise.

- Maybe someone should talk to her.

- I'll go.

Mind if I tag along?

I find it odd that she thinks

she knows so much about the witch.

Some of us should go back to the drum ride

and try to pick up the witch's trail.

I'll go with you, if you want.

I want.

I'll go too.

Demon, Catman,

keep an eye on Scooby and Shaggy.

I got better things to do

than babysit dogs and hippies.

Hey, have fun.

These confetti bombs

just aren't getting any cheaper.

There. I got some residue

from the witch's mist.

Heh, that's nice, Fred.

Say, could you take a picture of me

and Starchild looking for clues?

Is this really necessary?

He's a rock star, Fred. A rock star.

- Just do it.

- All right.

And a couple more for safety.

Thank you so much.

- My pleasure.

- Let me see. Let me see. Let me see.

Fred. Your thumb was in the way.

On all of them.

Gosh. Heh.

I'm sorry.

Are you doing this on purpose?

No. I just don't see what the big deal is.

We've solved over

a thousand mysteries together...

...and you've never once asked

to have a picture taken with me.

No worries. I got one of the both of you.

In vibrant, colorful acrylic.

- You just painted our portrait?

- Sure.

- Just now?

- No big deal.

Just something I do in my spare time.

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