Scooby Doo ran out of the scooby snack. "Woahz! Scoobs lost my muncher!" Shaggy bellowed.
"Heya, School," said Velma, "What mystery today?!"
Professor Layton answered Britishly, "There's been a recent murder at the bowling alley." A pin and ball lied on the table in front of the group.
"Who did it?" said Scooby, waxing his ears.
"Professor Layton did," Professor Layton said.
"Then what's the mister?" Friend ask.
"Who is?" said Professor Layton.
Velma understood and spiked Professor Layton with some laxatives. "We will need you to be at the Scooby Shack for the remainder of our time. Get the child."
Professor Layton obey, rushing to the bathroom to shit out his sorrow. The diarrhea floated in the toilet. "This reminds me of a puzzle, Luke!" Professor Layton coaxed. Luke didn't want to, but he did anyway.
"If a shit falls out of the butt and no one's around to hear it, what is the circumference?"
Luke.
Daphne was relapsing on heroin in the kitchen, and Fred was touching himself. Velma said we needed to do something. Freddy Mercury agreed and whipped out the newspaper. There was always something in the casino.
A scandal had ocurred at Casino. "Scooby Doo," said Shaggy.
"Yes?" Scooby Did.
"Let us go to that location, Thelma."
The gang piled into the Laytonmobile and took it to the train stop.
"4 tickets to the casino?" said the driver of the vehicle. "Certainly!" said the automated machine.
"That seems like a good idea. What a plan."
The train crashed. To this day, the mystery remains unsolved. Flora will have been pregnant.