Original SWAT Kats Story

Scooby-Doo Meets the SWAT Kats

By Tom Wilder

  • 8 Chapters
  • 14,300 Words

The SWAT Kats team up with Scooby-Doo and the gang over a mystery involving an all-too common problem: counterfeit money. (Complete – 8 Chapters)

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Author's Notes:

Title: Scooby-Doo Meets the SWAT Kats
Author: Tom Wilder
Rating: E
Disclaimer: “SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron,” and “Scooby-Doo franchise,” its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Shadows in the night criss-crossed one another as the wind blew in the night.  Letting go of the past was hard to do for some people, but easier for others.  For rogues that ranged from the Pastmaster to the ghost of Madkat, however, there was only one thing that was on anybody’s mind: eliminate the SWAT Kats!


It was like any typical night in the city, but for the quintet that was Mystery, Inc. (Scooby-Doo, Norville “Shaggy” Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, and their de facto leader, Fred Jones), it was typical, but it wasn’t at the same time.  The group was returning home from one of their typical social functions that they had gone to, with Shaggy and Scooby doing their usual business at the buffet table, Velma not being able to make heads or tails of their large appetites, and Fred and Daphne hitting it up on the dance floor, and later winning first prize for it.  No sooner had they left, though, when they had to push their Mystery Machine up to the nearest gas station since it had ran out of gas.

“Good thing I had my credit card on me,” Fred commented as he put the card in the slot and proceeded to start filling up.

“I don’t understand how the two of you can eat so much, and yet you never gain any weight!” Velma snapped at Shaggy.

“Like, let’s just say, it’s a secret hidden talent of ours,” Shaggy replied.

“Yeah, yeah!” Scooby-Doo added.  “Hidden talent!”

“You two must have extremely high metabolism,” Daphne put in.  “Either way, we’ll never understand you two.”

“I guess some things are just better left unexplained,” Fred said.  “Meanwhile, it’s a bit of a drive home.  We might as well buy some soft drinks, but that is it.”

“Don’t think about drinking them all, Scooby,” Shaggy reminded the dog, “or there will be none for us.”

“All right,” Scooby promised.

“What would you like to drink, though?”

“Grape soda.”

“Grape soda?  Grape it is.”  Scooby climbed back into the van to wait for his friends while Fred put the pump back into position after finishing filling up the van, and the four walked inside to buy some fountain drinks, adding a fifth grape soda drink for the Great Dane.

Before the gang could start the van and leave, they couldn’t help but catch sight of what looked to them like an armored car making a delivery to somewhere, but it was driving at night with its headlights off.

“Why is it driving with its lights off?” Daphne spoke up as Fred turned the vehicle back on and began driving.

“I don’t know, but, like, I’d rather not find out,” Shaggy interjected.

“Me neither!” Scooby added.

“Oh, don’t be chicken, you two!” Fred scolded.  “Driving with your lights off is a serious crime, and we are going to notify the police about it.  But, first, we’re going to find out more details about it.”

“Oh, no!” Scooby groaned as he slowly began to drink his grape soda.


As fate would have it, the armored car in question was taking the same route that Fred was taking in order to drive the gang home for the night.  It was lucky for them that it was a Friday night, and so they would be able to sleep in the next day.  It was just going to be a long night for them because the first thing they caught sight of was a jeep coming out of the back of the car, with a ton of cardboard boxes.

“Oh, jinkies!” Velma exclaimed.  “It’s too dark to see the armored car.  Now we can’t give any details to the police.”

“But, like, we can tell them about that delivery they’re making,” Shaggy interjected.

“Delivery?” Scooby interjected.

Indeed, two individuals had been sighted delivering the cardboard boxes to a certain location.

“Oh, man; haven’t we gone through this routine before?” Fred sighed.

“It certainly looks like a repeat,” said Daphne, “but the last time we spotted somebody making a delivery in the middle of the night, it was an airplane.  This time, it’s an armored car.”

“Well, even if it’s the same old same old, it’s still our duty to investigate it as civic-minded citizens.”

“If you say so, Freddy.”  The gang quietly made their way over to what looked like an abandoned warehouse building where they could see somebody dropping off the cardboard boxes.  Then the people got back in the jeep and drove back to the car.  The gang hid out of sight so that the people driving the jeep wouldn’t get suspicious of anything.  They then snuck inside to take a look at the cardboard boxes, only to hear the sounds of a mighty fighter jet coming in for a landing.

“Zoinks!  What’s that?” Shaggy exclaimed as he and Scooby looked for a hiding place.

Fred managed to sneak a peak at it.  “That’s a fighter jet!”

“A fighter jet making a landing in the middle of the night?” Velma asked.  “Why would a fighter jet land here?”

“I got a feeling that’s no ordinary fighter jet,” Daphne replied as she went back to hiding alongside Fred and Velma behind one of the large boxes.  Scooby and Shaggy hid behind one of the other boxes.  The front door slowly opened, and, as soon as the gang could get the courage to look, they could see the familiar sight of the two famous felines who fought to keep their foes away from conquering their home of Megakat City standing very stoically, almost like soldiers.

“What?” Scooby exclaimed.  “It’s the SWAT Kats!”

“It’s the SWAT Kats?” Shaggy gasped in response.

“Who are the SWAT Kats?” Daphne wondered silently to herself, not knowing who they were at the time.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked.

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