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To Swipe a Witch Halloween Special by Jaguaro
To Swipe a Witch Halloween Special

Based upon the Scooby episode "To Switch a Witch."

To Swipe a Witch



“Oh Please?  Pretty please?”

“But I’ll look ridiculous!  This dunce cap…”

“It’s a wizard’s hat!” Daphne insisted.

“And these moons and stars….” Velma wailed.

“Your robes ARE orange, your new favorite color,” Daphne pointed out.  “Besides, Shaggy always likes magic acts.”

Velma bit her lip.  “You just want me to dress up because it gives you an excuse to wear a costume.”

“I know….” Daphne twirled around, admiring her lilac dress, purple cape and matching hat.  Plus the boots…Freddie couldn’t resist those!  “But I got Arlene a costume, and you’ll look out of place at the party without one.”

“Oh, all right!” Velma snapped, but she was secretly intrigued by the idea of Shaggy being interested in her outfit.  He was wearing simple monks robes, which fit his hippie nature.  Daphne had hoped Fred would opt for the matador costume, but the blond seemed to be eyeing cowboy duds.

“Whatcha get for Arlene?”

“You’ll see,” Daphne added a wicked grin.  “But it will get that Revolutionary War historian’s attention that she’s been mooning over for years.”

“Can you afford it?” Fred asked Daphne, having joined them with his purchase.”

“They don’t call it platinum because it’s plentiful!”


“So let’s like, split up and trick-I mean look for clues!” Shaggy planned.

Velma shook her head.  “I know what you did last year.”

Daphne raised her finger, and then pointed.  “I’ve got it.  Fred, you work on the bonfire.  Shaggy, get the food and party supplies, with Scooby.  Velma and I will go over to get Arlene.”

Velma raised her eyebrow in skepticism.  “That’s so we can keep them busy while Arlene changes for the costume party,” Daphne whispered.

The gal with glasses nodded.  It was not a bad idea keeping the boys distracted.  What if Arlene’s hot outfit was too hot!   Velma reserved the right to say it didn’t match, or it clashed with her hair, or something to convince their friend to forego something too alluring…


Within minutes they were at Arlene’s door, knocking.  This got Gar Mooney’s attention.  He ran to the graveyard to summon his mistress.

“What is it?” she snapped. 

“Melissa, they’re here.  Arlene’s friends.”

Her eyes narrowed.  “Let me see them.”

She walked over to observe the two ladies were at the door.  One was dressed in a strange robes with a conical hat.  The other was wearing a purple and lilac witch’s costume.  It was going to be too easy.  They were playing right into her hands.

“What should we do, Melissa?”

“Let me lead our naïve town leader to their house with my own costume,” she chuckled evilly.  “He’ll take care of the rest.  Just make sure you go with them, insist all three get arrested, and have them keep their mouths covered so they can’t explain themselves.”

“I have a plan,” Gar Mooney replied.


“Yes, Mr. Mooney?” Squire Marley growled at the intrusion at the town hall meeting.

“The witch,” Gar Mooney blurted out as he pointed out the open door he had just flung open.  “She’s returned to Salem!”

The Squire’s eyes narrowed.  “This had better not be one of your schemes, Mr. Mooney!”

All of the townpeople rushed to the doorway.  There they saw the cackling purple-clad witch laugh derisively, point at them and said “My sisters and I will have our revenge!”

“After them!”   The Squire demanded.

The townspeople rushed to grab torches, pitchforks, and other farm tools that could serve as weapons.  “We had better stop them before they cast any spells,” Mooney added as the crowd chased the Wilcox Witch across the square, and back toward the homes.


After several knocks, a tall brunette in a blue turtleneck and dark blue pants answered the door.  Her eyes looked wide with fear.  She wasn’t in any costume.  She motioned her friends quickly inside.

“Are you nervous about something?” Velma inquired.

“Look what I got for you at Vivian’s Secret,” Daphne interrupted before Arlene could respond.  “It’s smash….”

Arlene shrieked.  “You can’t wear those costumes!” she screamed, as if realizing what they were wearing.  “And a succubus is the last thing I should be looking like in this town on Halloween.”

“But that Caleb guy won’t be able to keep his hands off you!” Daphne pointed out.

“What’s going on,” Velma demanded.

Arlene moved her finger to her lips, and then motioned them forward.  “Ever since Square Marley won the Chair of the Town Selectman title in Salem, he’s announced that he’s carrying on a full-fledged witch hunt to root out ‘the evil’ that he’s claiming is ruining this town.  And my family was accused of having a witch in the Wilcox line, going all the way back to Pilgrim times.”

Daphne stood with her hands on her hips.  “We’ll he’s not going to….”

The door flung open.  “Squire Marley!” Arlene gasped in terror.”

“You are right, Mr. Mooney.  It’s a coven of witches!  Seize them!”

“But we’re not….” Velma began, but Gar Mooney pointed at them.

“Bind them and make sure they are gagged, so they cannot make a sound,” he added to Squire Marley’s orders.

One seized Arlene, while another pounced on Velma.  Daphne turned to run.  She ducked past one, but another yanked back on her cape.  It enabled two others to  pin her arms back. 

“You’re making a big mismmmmph!” Daphne managed, before the scarf was tied over her mouth.  She shook her head, but the townspeople managed to knot in place, effectively silencing her except for some mumbled sounds.”

“Now they cannot cast a spell!” Gar Mooney added, in relief.

Squire Marley frowned.  “But how will we get them to confess?”

“Their clothes have already convicted them,” Gar Mooney pointed out.  “There’s no need for a trial.  They must simply be imprisoned this way.”


The three witches found themselves tied and helpless, unable to make a sound, their mouths muffled by cloth.  Each was tied to a separate post in the nearby Salem Museum, where a series of devices used against women accused of witchcraft were to be found.  These look like posts where women were burned at the stake, Velma mused.  I hope they aren’t so medieval in their torture practices.

While Squire Marley and the other townspeople looked upon their captives, pleased with their efforts, they were watched by others.  Shaggy, Scooby-Doo and Fred looked inside the windows in horror.

“That would explain why the gals didn’t show up,” Fred noted grimly.

“Or why they didn’t call,” Shaggy added.  Scooby whimpered in fear.

Fred looked at the two.  “I’ve got a plan.  Shag, you and Scooby keep an eye on Daphne, Velma and Arlene….”

“It’s not like they’re going any place!” Shaggy laughed.

“Be serious!”  Fred announced.  “I’m gonna see if I can find some clues at the Wilcox home that might tell us what’s going on.”  With that, he ducked away from the museum and dashed off into the night.

Shaggy shook his head.  Fred made a funny looking witch-hunter, dressed as a cowboy.  He himself was wearing a hooded monk robes while Scooby himself was dressed as a witch.  “As long as we stay out here, Scoob, we can be fine.”

“That’s what you think!”

Shaggy spun around to find himself face to face with the old guy with glasses and a flat hat that looked like a preacher’s headgear.

“That’s what I saw, Squire Marley…them two peerin’ on in at us, spyin’ on us.”

“It seems you are right again, Gar Mooney,” Squire Marley admitted.  “Another witch, and her helper.  And the witch has changed her form into that of a dog!”

The townspeople fell upon Scooby, dragging him and Shaggy inside.  The gangly guy was locked into stocks while his hands were cuffed in front.  The Great Dane found himself seated into a chair attached to a pole.

“Confess that you are a witch, and transform back into a human so that we may see who you really are!”

Scooby shook his head and was splashed into a vat.  Shaggy moaned with fear.  Daphne rolled her eyes.  This night couldn’t get any crazier if it tried.  Velma tugged furiously at her bonds, while Arlene looked wide-eyed with fear.


Meanwhile, Melissa cackled with laughter as she sprawled out on the sofa.  The night couldn’t have gone better than if she planned it.  Her twin sister was bound and gagged and in jail, along with her college pals.  Dressed like witches, they were the perfect fall gals for her plot.  She would control the Wilcox estate, when Gar Mooney did the paperwork.  She’d let him have the other two properties in her sister’s name across town.  But she’d be worth a lot with her sister’s fortune.  Wouldn’t even have to work.    I could just lie here and….

An handkerchief was suddenly rammed into her mouth.  She reached to remove the offending obstruction, but her arms were seized.  She felt herself being rolled onto her back.  In a flash, her wrists were bound.  She kicked the cowboy abducting her in the back, but it did no good.  When her wrists were good and tied, he tackled her legs, and proceeded to tie them tightly as well.  But if she thought he was done, she was mistaken, for a rope was stretched from the knots at her ankles to her wrists, with the remainder looped around her neck.  For good measure, he tied an orange cloth over the handkerchief jammed between her lips.

“Lassoed you, lassie!” the oaf in the ten-gallon hat grinned.  “Now, you’re gonna tell the others that they’re not real witches, any more than you are.

She shook her head violently.  She would just tell them she was an abducted trick or treater.  Let this cowpoke prove it.

“Okay,” he smiled.  “You asked for it.”  He stuffed her into a bag, and slung her over his shoulder.  He carried her out the door of her house, down to his vehicle, and slammed the back doors.  He began driving.

What was he going to do, she wondered.  She doubted it would be effective.

At that moment, the most horrible sound she ever heard.  It was some cowboy guy yodeling or something like that.  It was hideous.  She couldn’t stand it.

“Slim Whitman’s Greatest Hits!” Fred announced.  “Don’t you like it?”

“Hnggghh!!  Ninggghhhh!!”


Squire Marley stepped in front of the three bound captives.  “If you witches do not confess, you may join your fellow witch in the ducking stool, starting with….”

“If you want a witch, here’s a real one!” Fred called out.

“What is the meaning of this intrusion?” Squire Marley’s voice boomed.  “Do you want to join your friend in this stocks?”

Fred pulled off a bag to reveal…

“Another witch?” Squire Marley gasped.

“No…the only witch,” Fred fired back.  “And she’s ready to confess.”

The witch in a matching pink dress and hat shook her head.  “Want me to play Slim Whitman’s Greatest hits again?”

Her eyes widened, and then she shook her head.  “Want to tell everything now?” Fred tried again.  She paused, then nodded reluctantly.

Fred pulled his ascot from her face, and she spat out the handkerchief. 

As Melissa Wilcox hesitantly answered Squire Marley’s withering interrogation, Fred freed Scooby.  Scooby bounded toward Gar Mooney, who was trying to slip out.


“Then Melissa and Gar blamed each other?” Daphne asked.

“And that’s why they’re both going to jail,” Fred replied.

“So…how’d you capture her?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

‘Maybe I would,” she teased.  “But I bet  you couldn’t capture me.”

“We could see, after the Halloween Party…”

I may not be a witch,” the redhead mused.  “But I seem to have put a spell on him!”

Happy Halloween!


Frollo Evil Frolic Contest Entry by Jaguaro
Frollo Evil Frolic Contest Entry
Disney Club is having an "Evil Laugh" villain contest (…), so I did Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame.  Regardless of the outcome of the contest, I had fun!
NSD Page 32 Final by Jaguaro
NSD Page 32 Final
Here's page 32 of "No Such Department," the halfway point in my original comic about a secretive World War II agency employing vampires, werewolves and invisible people to solve mysteries.  Most of you can probably tell that I am a Scooby-Doo fan, so I couldn't resist working in a minor character from "A Clue for Scooby-Doo."

Here's more information if you'd like to buy the comic, or download it, for a minimal price:…
Sisterhood of Morgiana color by Jaguaro
Sisterhood of Morgiana color
Here are the characters from "Sisterhood of Morgiana."  They include Vereen, Jumal, Khaseem, Khalid, Morgiana and Ahmad.  If you are interested in the series check out episode one "Saved by the Coffee."
Sisterhood of Morgiana Episode 1 by Jaguaro
Sisterhood of Morgiana Episode 1

Sisterhood of Morgiana Series: “Saved By the Coffee”

Ahmad licked his lips.  This was going to be the most amazing night of his life.  The auburn-haired vixen, a “bindira,” was helplessly bound to the bedpole.  Over her veil, her eyes danced playfully, as if approving being tied up.  He grinned, eyeing her trim legs through the sheer fabric.  This was going to be a night to remember.

He moved in, unable to take his eyes off her chest, thrust out before him.  Above them was a high neck halter top that served as a bra, with a heart in the middle showing just enough of the dancer’s breasts to…

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” she giggled coyly.  “I’m quite helpless, you know.”

He moved toward her, reaching out…

In a flash, her hands whipped from behind her back, holding the sash he had bound her with.  Before he could react, his wrists were bound in front to the same pole.  She clapped her hands twice, as if she had done this all before.

“I shall shout out!” Ahmad raged.  “The servants shall hear me and let me loose.  And when they do….”

“I remember you telling them not to interrupt you for anything…no matter what they hear,” the bindira laughed.  “And they’ll just assume we’re playing.  Which…we are about to do.”  She pulled a candle form the her bag, and slowly lit it.

“Wha-what do you want?”  All the confidence was gone from Ahmad’s voice.  She moved the candle closer to him.

“Your third wife…”


“Yes….the one with the black eye, broken nose…”

“She is so willful!”

“I’m ‘willful’ too.”  She moved the candle closer to Ahmad’s chest hair.  He yelled out in pain as several were singed.

“Ahh!!!  Stop this!”

“Stop beating her, and I will.”

“Of course I will!”

She held it toward his beard.  “No…noooo!!!  What more do you want?”

“Swear it on this holy book.”

Ahmad froze.  He wasn’t a faithful believer, as this night had proved.  But he still viewed oaths and the faith with a great deal of superstition.  He saw how the book made men sacrifice themselves.  He didn’t want to take any chances, even if that meant putting up with Zambiasi’s mouth.  He put out his hand for the book.

“I…I swear it!!!”


Vereen smiled as she exited the palace.  Ahmad wouldn’t be able to summon help until the morning, thanks to the towel stuffed into his mouth.  Her client, Zambiasi, would pay so much for Ahmad’s improved behavior.  Gotta be able to afford these jewels, and a new pair of earrings, for future jobs for the sisterhood, she thought.

As she went up the stairs, she heard a stumble.  Without even looking up, she shook her head.  That would be Jumal, a fellow member of the sisterhood.  A little more clumsy and a little less worldly.  The woman with short black hair in a small bun at the top of her head wasn’t a bindira, or even a dalhila, just a regular saysei.  But even serving drinks or food could help her hear important bits of information, or even provide knockout drops or poison.

“Vereen!  How did it go?”

Though some of the others dalhilas in the sisterhood looked down on Jumal for her lesser place in society, Vereen liked the way she looked up to her.  “She will not need makeup to hide those bruises from others again.”

The two entered.  Only 12 were there this time, as others were out on missions.  Morgiana was not there..  She was the leader of the Sisterhood.  As her second-in-command, Faciane, heard reports from the others, Vereen thought about their famous leader.  Morgiana herself had once been a saysei, working in the House of Ali Baba.  But her quick mind had spotted attempts by thieves to mark her master’s door with chalk, so she had marked every other door in the neighborhood alike, foiling those two thieves.  Then, when the leader of the thieves brought others hidden in jars, the brave saysei filled them all with oil, killing those who would do the same to Ali Baba.  Finally, having been promoted to a dalhila, Morgiana stopped a final attempt upon Ali Baba’s life.  As a dancer, she spun around until she could stab the leader of the thieves.  A grateful Ali Baba married her off to his son.

But that was hardly the end of the story for Morgiana.  While her husband attended to running his father’s store, she used part of the fortune left behind in the cave to organize the young women of the cities.  They would find and punish wrongdoers, especially those who felt their religion was a license to harm women.

Having heard from the others, Faciane headed over to them.  The older, wiser woman, once-accused of engaging in witchcraft was an imposing figure with her girth, and graying hair.  “Where’s Morgiana?” Jumal began.

“She has not been seen for several days,” Faciane replied.  “And that has me worried.  She checks with me every day to see how all of you are doing.”

“When was she last heard from?” Vereen inquired.

Faciane seemed to go into a trance.  “She had gone to investigate some mysterious new seller.  Rumor was he dealt with the buying and selling of women, and not spices as he claimed to others.”  Then she placed her fingers to her temple.  “I sense she is in great peril…helpless….unable to speak or move…” she moaned.

Vereen bit her lip..  “Tell me where I can find this…seller.”


Jumal frowned.  “Vereen, I’m a bit….er….”

“Frightened?  Don’t worry.  I know what I’m doing,” her friend replied.  “Besides, if Morgiana is in there, we’d better rescue her.”

“But…” Jumal trembled.  “What if they won’t hire us?”

“Relax…I’m a bindira.  No one can resist them.”  Vereen batted her lashes.  “Besides, if they really sell sex slaves instead of spices, they’ll let us in.”

Jumal’s worried expression over her veil showed that Vereen’s confidence wasn’t contagious.


“I am Khaseem,” the man with the brown robes and thin beard began.  Funny…he doesn’t seem very wealthy, Vereen thought.  “Are you…”

“Yes,” Vereen smiled.  “I am.”  Her expression was returned in kind.  Men who fantasized could resist her.

“And she’s….”

“I am…” Jumal began, but Vereen put her hand over her veiled mouth.  “A simple saysei.  Sometimes she forgets her place.”

“Well, we need someone to serve coffee,” Khaseem replied off-handedly.  “Our last…well, let’s just say that we need a new server.”  He dismissed Jumal with a wave in the direction of the kitchen.  “But what shall we do with you?”

He led her through the main room of the house, over toward the bedroom.  This won’t be too hard, she thought.  He’ll think he’s going to get me helpless, but I’ll turn the tables on him in now time, Vereen thought.  Then I’ll get him to tell me where he’s stashed Morgiana. 

As she entered the bedroom, she pulled out a sash.  “I think I know what you’re interested in.  I’ll just…”

But then, she felt both arms pinned behind her back.  The grip was strong….too strong for her.  She began to call out, but Khaseem pulled a silk cloth across her face, under her veil, tying it behind the nape of her neck, effectively gagging her.  Whoever was behind her really knew how to tie knots.  She really would be a bindira, until someone got her loose.

“Meet Khalil,” Khaseem smiled, spinning Vereen around to see another man in brown robes and a hood.  He had a thick dark beard and big hands, that helped bind her.  “He’s been waiting so long to meet you.”

“And there’s someone I’m sure you so very much want to see,” Khaseem smiled.  He pushed Vereen into a backroom, where she came face-to-face to face with…


Bound and gagged, as well.

Under her green veil, a think cloth was tied between her lips, knotted in back beneath her raven hair.  Her eyes blazed furiously beneath her own hood, with her wrists roped behind her back.  She found her leader, but it was too late.  Now the two of them would be…well…she just didn’t know.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what this is all about,” Khaseem explained to Morgiana.  “You see, we are the last two of the forty thieves.  We were expelled from the 40 thieves when you marked all the doors with chalk.  You murdered our friends with oil and our leader with a dagger.  We swore revenge upon you.  After kidnapping several of your sisterhood, we knew we could lure you out to abduct you.” 

“And Vereen,” he continued.  “There’s a Sultan named Ahmad who is just dying to get ahold of you.”

“Mmmph!” Vereen gave a muffled cry for help, though it was useless.

“Coffee’s ready…oh my…”

Jumal flew forward, having tripped over the thick rug.  Burning coffee splashed into Khaseem’s eyes, making him shriek in pain.  The thick ceramic pot slammed into Khalil’s head.  He crumpled to the grown, knocked out cold.

Vereen stepped toward the temporarily blinded Khaseem.  Her right leg kicked out, catching his jaw and snapped it back.  He fell back onto the floor, with the skull making a loud crack on the floor.  Just in case it hadn’t done the job, she stomped on his face.  The brunette bindira glanced over to a smiling Morgiana, and Jumal got to her feet, untying her friend’s bonds.


“So Morgiana’s going into retirement?” Jumal asked.

Vereen nodded.  “She’s going to manage Ali Baba’s store as her husband starts trading with the city of Babin.”

“But who will replace her to solve these crimes?” Jumal wailed.  Then she stopped herself.  “You…?”

“Both of us,” Vereen answered.  “The Sisterhood needs all the help it can get.  And with those other girls who used to be slaves to Khaseem and Khalil, we should be stronger.”

“But I’m so clumsy…”

Vereen smiled.  “I’m counting on it!”



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As you may or may not know, I am working hard on my sequel to No Such Department, but work is getting busier, and I am distracting myself with a lot of other artworks that are keeping me from getting the sequel done.  So I will be taking down a lot of work, and only focusing on NSD II for the rest of this year and next year.  If there's anything you like, get it now because by Sunday, I should be taking down a lot of artwork.
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ArthurT2013 Featured By Owner 21 hours ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave.
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Thank you very much for the Fav, dear Jaguaro. :aww:
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Thanks for the fav! :) (Smile)
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Thank you for the fave.
ANWAR1982 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014
Jaguaro, hi i'm ANWAR1982 and I just want 2 say, I'm totally, totally sorry 4 asking u 2 draw the ''Scooby Gang'' as the ''Hatfield Family Ghosts'' taken from the ''Scooby-Doo Show'' episode ''Ozark Witch Switch'', this won't never happen again, I apologize 4 that, OK:)!!

so keep up your good work and I'm so, so sorry 4 sking u 2 draw the same art of the ''Scooby Hatfield Family Gang'':)!!
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thank you so much on the fav.
Jaguaro Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're welcome.
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Thanks for the fave dude. 
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