The Night the Clown Cried II: Tears of Doom!

                                    

                                          
Y/N was currently talking to his therapist about his problems as he talked nonstop. 
Y/N: And at this point, I do not know what to do. 
Dr. Henklefust: Um, Y/N, if I may. I have about, oh, let's see, 42 pages on your friends here in my notes. And that's just from this session. 
Y/N: Really? 
Dr. Henklefust: Let's do a little word disassociation therapy. I'm going to say a word, you tell me what first comes to your mind. Ready? 
Y/N nods. 
Dr. Henklefust: Your parents. 
Y/N: My siblings. 
Dr. Henklefust: Mayor Jones. 
Y/N: My siblings. 
Dr. Henklefust: Your friends. 
Y/N: My siblings. 
Dr. Henklefust: I'm sensing you want to talk about siblings. 
Y/N: I want to forgive them, but they lied to my face, and not to mention they backstabbed me. They are basically the only blood family I have left. 
The clock beeps. 
Dr. Henklefust: Oh, look at that. Session's over. Pity. 
Y/N: But Doc- 
Dr. Henklefust: Sorry, Y/N, but your healthcare plan does not allow me to speak after the buzzer. 
Y/N leaves the room as the lights to room shut off and Crybaby Clown comes through the window. 
Dr. Henklefust: What are you? 
Crybaby Clown: Dr. Henklefust, I'm so sad. Can you help me? I'd like to try a little aggression therapy. And it goes like this. 
He throws a baby bottle on the ground, and it shatters as it freezes Dr. Henklefust and he kidnaps him as Y/N hears the scream and goes in but does not see anything. 
Y/N: Dr. Henklefust? 

                            
                              
                                
                                
                              
                            
                            
                          
Soon after, the gang was at Fred's house as Shaggy and Scooby came in as Shaggy was wearing a wig. 
Shaggy: Like, do you think this one works, Scoob? 
Scooby: Yes! No. Not really. 
Shaggy throws the wig. 
Shaggy: I hate not having hair. Grow. Grow! 
Shaggy pulls his hair to no use. 
Shaggy: Poor Shaggy. That's a good boy. 
Meanwhile, Velma and Hot Dog Water were reading the newspaper. 
Velma: Y/N, look. Isn't this your therapist? 
Y/N: Yeah, why? 
Velma: He's gone missing. 
Y/N: Oh, yeah. I was going to tell you guys. 
Shaggy: Like, we'll be back soon. We're gonna go get some real fake hair. 
Velma: Doesn't anyone care about mystery solving anymore? 
Hot Dog Water: I care. You still got me. 
Meanwhile, Angel Dynamite was at a hair salon.