The werewolf Rob lumbered through the wilderness. He could smell Jared and Judy, oh and Nate, his other friend. As he neared the clearing he saw Nate just sitting by a tree with nothing to do, and himself/Jared on top of Judy.
"Am I doing this right?"
"Hmm. I've had better. Nate, come over here. Let me try you again. Maybe I'm overlooking something."
"Hooray, recognition!"
Rob-Thing was not going to stand for this any longer. He burst from the woods and let out a mighty roar. Or at least he would have let out a mighty roar. Due to the half-half nature of his change and his drugged out state, only one phrase came to mind:
"RRRRGGGHHH, Solomon Grundy CRUSH the Superfriends!"
It was effective enough. Rob/Jared bolted with Wolf/Rob in pursuit. Judy chased Wolf/Rob, bitching about her manic need for sex. Nate followed dutifully along, stopping to wave at whoever they passed. It continued like this for at least twenty minutes. A pedestrian would stroll down the street, minding there own business. Suddenly, a naked teenaged male would barrel past them, followed by a hellish dog-man, another naked teenager (this one female), and someone who wasn't important enough to remember. It would have gone on forever if they hadn't literally bumped into a cop.
"Well, what do we have hear? Indecent exposure. Dog without leash. Loitering. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
"RRRGGGHHH, Solomon Grundy CRUSH the Superfriends!"
Well that's it. They were busted. As the officer broke out the handcuffs, Jared/Rob noticed something about him.
'Hey, where have I seen someone with concentric-circle eyes the size of dinnerplates before? And since when do cops wear capes?'
Just then, Jared/Rob recognized him as...