Yay, my next story! :D

Well, a nice reviewer here asked me to do this longer mystery-story, with Shaggy and Velma starring. And I got that idea here... yeah. You know.

And I wont do a disclaimer, haha!

Apps: She doesn't owns any character from Scooby Doo. Also the Mystery Machine doesn't belongs to her.

Me: Hey!

Apps: xD

Me: -.- ... however, I DO own Peter McKlyde and Sam Myers.

Now read!

"How much boxes of those cornflakes did you say you ate?" Velma asked Shaggy, when Fred drove the Mystery Machine through the impressive gate of Tortoi Studios.

"Exactly 150."

"150? You... really want to see Tortoi Studios, don't you?"

"Like, to be honest, no, I just liked the cornflakes' flavor. I just collected it for fun."

Everyone, except for Scooby turned to stare at him.

Daphne leaned over to whisper Velma something in her ear "You really should check him one time. How can a person honestly eat like him but never gain weight?" Velma chuckled.

When they reached the parking space, they were already expected by two men.

One of the men had a smart appearance, he wore a suit, that looked suspiciously like Armani, sun glasses and had careful combed hair. The other men was the direct opposite of him. He wore a red t-shirt, saying "Have a break - kick a cat" and black trousers. His unkempt hair stood up into every direction and looked as if he just came out of his bed. While the first man was wearing his lips in a thin, bustling line, the others ones were brought up in a friendly smile.

When everyone jumped out of the Mystery Machine, the two men walked over.

"Hello. My name is Peter McKlyde. I'll be your guide through Tortoi Studios today."

"And I'm Sam Myers. I'll be with you for this whole day, too. Guiding and.. yeah. So, you've eaten the 150 boxes together?" the friendly smiling man asked, looking at one after the other.

"No. To be honest, Shaggy here ate them all alone." Velma said, pointing over to Shaggy.

Sam, the man with the unkempt hair raised his eyebrows. "Wow. I have to admit, that was my idea. I wanted to see, if anyone could really eat 150 boxes of this stuff." he laughed.

Peter had kept a straight face during the whole conversation.

"So... are you two always guides or just today?"

"Just today. Normally, I'm a director and Peter's a camera man. However, since that was my idea, I should guide you. But I wanted to, not that I just had to."

"So, what's on the plan?"

"Full program. Visiting some empty sets, but also a shooting. Plus, our 'Hall of Fame', a room, where we have each actor or actress listed, that ever played in a movie here and a movie poster of every movie that had been made here. So, before this day gets over with us just standing here and talking, I'd say, we get started." He made a gesture over to a car, that looked like an enlarged golf cart.

Much to the gangs surprise, the cart actually drove quite fast. While driving through the really large studios, Sam pointed out buildings and told them, what they were for.

"That's our writers house. Even if the script-writers usually write at home, there normally are some authors in there. Sometimes, they're just staying here, to see, how their script is working, sometimes they're also writing here."

Driving farther, they came to a large lake.

"Like, you got a lake in here?!" Shaggy blurted out.

"Yeah. I can tell, you, Tortoi Studios is REALLY large. And, if I say it, I mean it! Also, the lake's often used. If any movies has a scene near or in the water, the lake's just very handy. Also, you can often see everyone who works here, actor, director etc. jump in there after having their end of the work day." Sam drove past the huge lake, now showing them buildings on the right side.

"Over there, we've got our costumes hall. Movie costumes from unbelievable many movies are collecting dust there. You know, Tortoi Studios is a bit gathering-addicted. We never throw anything away. Luckily, we've got much place to keep the things there."

"Movie costumes? Can we see them, by any chance?" Daphne asked hopefully.

"I don't see why not." Sam said, pulling the car up into a free parking lot next the large building.

Everyone got out and headed for the door. When Sam opened it with his chip card, that gave him free access to every building in Tortoi Studios, they walked in the comfortable cool, air-conditioned, edifice. Inside, everything was filled with different sized cabinets. With a closer look, they could make out, that every cabinet was for one movie and every drawer of it was for a role, respectively, it's actor or actress.

Shrugging, Sam took the word. "Feel free to look into everything you want to. If you want to, you can also take them out of the drawers, just don't make any damage."

So the gang began wandering through the many rows of cabinets. While Fred and Daphne wandered off into the right direction, Shaggy, Velma and Scooby went to the left. Scooby, obviously seeing something, that interests him, slowed his paces and headed for some cabinets, letting Velma and Shaggy wander off farther. Looking through some drawers, Scooby found, what he had been searching for. Giggling, he took out an horrifying alien mask out of a cabinet from an older movie.

Putting it on, he walked behind Shaggy and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Shaggys eyes, expecting to see Scooby behind him, widened. "ZOINKS!" he jumped nearly three foot, landing on the unhappy Velma, who turned around right in that moment, only to get pulled down from Shaggy. Scooby, seeing he had reached his goal, took of the mask and rolled over the floor, laughing tears.

"Scooby! That really wasn't funny!" Shaggy said. Suddenly he realized, that he was sitting on something struggling. Quickly standing up, he looked behind him to see Velma gasping for air.

Shaggy immediately blushed dark red.

"Um... sorry, I.." he cut his own sentence and decided, helping her up was better than stumbling around.

Once standing, he searched for a better apology, but was interrupted by Sams voice, asking them to come to the doors again. Standing and breathing for one or two seconds, Shaggy wanted to go to the doors like the others, when he felt a hand on his shoulders.

"Like, Scoob, it's not nearly-" he began to say, when he saw his dog walking some meters away from him. Realizing, that everybody else out of his groups was heading for the doors, he began to tremble and his face got whiter than ever before.

Slowly, intense pleading, that he wouldn't see, what he thought about right now, he turned around.

Just to see in the face of a phantom.

Or in whatever that was.

Because all Shaggy could make out on the smooth, white surface, where normally a face should be, were two dark eyes, peeping out under a black hat. The rest of the phantom was closed in one, black gown.

Staring wide-eyed at the non-existent face of the phantom, one word came over his lips.

"ZOINKS!"

Muahaha, cliffhanger!

Okay... ah, yes. Tortoi Studios. They are part of my imagination. I don't know, if there's anything in the world that's named Tortoi. However, I once invented this name for a comic figure (a tortoise.... so tortoi...) I drew back then. If Tortoi's legally protected , I hope no one minds me using it. But I highly doubt, that there's something called Tortoi in the world.

Well, I think the beginning wasn't very exciting, but, well, it was just to get the situation known. Next chapter will me more exciting, I promise :D.

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