A bright light…

He shut his eyes and sighed.

'So… tired…' he thought groggily. He cracked his eyes open once more and glanced around. He was on the couch, radiant sunlight shone in from a window across the room. He winced at the glaring light. He looked around, not remembering where he was. Then he remembered last night's mystery. They had been out all night and finally had solved the mystery, nothing big, just another old man in a costume. By the time they had gotten back, it had been so late afterwards that, the gang insisted that he stay for the night, he had been relieved that he didn't have to drive, he feared he would fall asleep at the wheel.

The place was silent, he listened carefully, but didn't hear a sound, so he guessed that everybody was still asleep, he didn't blame them… he was exhausted. He shifted uncomfortably, only jut realizing he had slept in his suit and sweater. He must have been too tired to at least take his sweater and tie off. He groaned, and stretched and squirmed uncomfortably. He had even slept with his shoes. He proceeded to take off his shoes, noticing his vision was slightly blurry.

'At least I took off my glasses…' he thought.

Once his shoes were off, he lay back down and tried to sleep, he lay there for a while, then, attempting to get more comfortable, he rolled over, only realizing he had rolled the wrong way, causing him to fall off the couch and onto the floor with a yelp.

THUD!

'Okay, I'm up…' he groaned in his head. He got to his feet and put on his glasses, then proceeded to walk to the kitchen and get a glass of water, then walked to the bathroom to do his daily routine. When he came out he was startled to see a Daphne sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of orange juice and reading a "Teen Fashion" magazine.

"Good morning Patrick." She chirped.

"Oh… morning Daphne…" he replied sleepily.

He looked at Daphne who proceeded to devour her fashion magazine. He smiled to himself as he realized that she was already dressed, with her hair done and make-up on. Though it was early in the morning, she was already wearing make-up. Patrick chuckled quietly.

"What? What's so funny?" she asked seeing the smirk on his face.

"Oh, nothing… it's nothing…" he said pouring himself a glass of orange juice. She looked at him.

"Really… it is nothing…" he said smiling.

"Ok, ok…" she mumbled going back to her magazine, not entirely convinced.

Suddenly six feet came racing down the stairs.

"Mornin Daph! Mornin Patrick!" came Shaggy's cheerful greeting.

"You guys sure are alert at an early hour…" said Patrick into his glass of orange juice.

"Hey guys," Daphne said, looking up from her fashion magazine again. "What's the hurry?"

"Like, we're starving! Right Scoob?"

"Rea!! Rarving!!" Scooby mimicked.

"What's all the noise?" came Fred's groggy voice. Rubbing his eyes he walked down the staircase.

"Seems like everyone's up but Vel-"

Fred began but Velma raced past him. "I'm up!!" she said. Like Daphne, she was already dressed and ready for the day. The only one's who weren't dressed were Fred and Patrick, (who was staring at Velma… of course…)

"Well, I'm going to get dressed…" Fred said heading back up the stairs. Scooby and Shaggy were already raiding the cupboards.

"Morning Velma…" Patrick said finishing his orange juice.

"Hi Patrick…" she said smiling. Patrick smiled back went to put his glass in the sink when Scooby zipped by and knocked him over… Velma gasped and rushed over to him… he looked up at her embarrassed. She giggled and helped him up.

"Rorry…" Scooby apologized.

"It's okay Scooby…" Patrick smiled.

"I think I'm going to go home and get dressed too." Patrick said heading for the door.

"Why don't you stay and have something to eat first?' Velma asked him while she attempted to pry Scooby away from the Scooby snacks.

"Thank you but it's okay. I really want to go home and take a shower and get dressed. And you seem to have your hands full with Scooby and Shaggy. I wouldn't want to be a nuisance." He laughed.

"Are you sure? I mean it's no trouble, really…"

Patrick smiled.

"Please?" Velma asked blushing and looking at her feet. Patrick shut the door and sighed.

"Alright, sure… of course I will…" he reassured her. She immediately perked up.

They made a breakfast of bacon and eggs, and would have had toast if Scooby and Shaggy hadn't destroyed the bread. They had just finished and were cleaning up when there was a loud knock at the door. Nobody moved. Who would possibly be here at 10:00 in the morning? There was another louder knock, so Patrick walked over to answer the door. But just before he could turn the knob, the door burst open, smacking him in the face and sending him falling backwards.

A tall man with brown curly hair and expensive looking clothes walked in the room, looking around with a disgusted look on his face as if the entire room was crawling with vermin.

"Can we, um… help you sir?" Velma asked, too shocked to even notice Patrick who was rolling on the floor, his hands over his face.

He looked at her. "I do hope that you can…" he purred. "I am Prince Jonathan. My mother is the queen of England. I have come a long way for your…" he looked at Scooby and Shaggy stuffing their faces. "… assistance…"

He looked over at Patrick, who was just getting up off the floor and to his feet, his hand over his nose.

"Ah yes... terribly sorry about the door in your face, is your nose broken?"

"…I… ow, don't think so…"

"Good then, moving on…" he said walking over to the kitchen table, pulling out a napkin and wiping the seat before sitting down. He looked at everyone.

"Well come now, have a seat!" he told them. Fred, Velma, and Daphne walked over to the table and took a seat.

Patrick reluctantly walked over to the table and carefully took a seat.

The man looked at Scooby and Shaggy happily eating.

"Ah, um… yes… what about those two?" he asked.

"I'd just leave them…" Daphne whispered.

"Very well…" Prince Jonathan (or John) mumbled. "I have come from England to ask you for your help. I'm having a huge celebration as tradition in the royal family. But this certain celebration happens only once every 50 years. My grandfather hosted the party 50 years ago, but he was robbed of a priceless family artifact that had been in our family for generations. Luckily we're covered insurance wise though…"

"Wait, what kind of insurance?" Velma cut in. John stared at her intently.

"Please, I do not appreciate being interrupted and if you must know it's security insurance.:

"What's the policy?" Patrick questioned.

"So many questions!!" John exclaimed. "The insurance insures that if we are robbed from, we are given triple the amount of money that the item stolen was worth."

Patrick nodded thoughtfully.

"Please continue…" Velma said.

"Thank you," he said. "Anyway, I have several priceless items that will be at this party, which will take place in the castle. I have heard word that someone is going to try to steal the items, and that they may be connected to the robbery and murder 50 years ago…"

"Wait, what murder?" Daphne asked.

"Ah yes… unfortunately my mother's father, my grandfather was found dead near the scene of the crime, stabbed in the back."

"I see…" Velma said. "But then why did you come to us?"

"Excellent question! I want you to watch out for the crook, stop him before he can strike, and find out who killed my grandfather. You'll be offered a paycheck each day your there, a pay check of approximately 3,000 dollars. So… what do you say?"

Velma, Daphne, Fred, and Patrick all exchanged glances. Even Scooby and Shaggy had stopped their eating and were staring at the five at the table.

"Well?" Prince John asked again.

They all knew the answer…

"When do we leave?"

A/N: Okay, so first chapters up! WAHOO!! i got this idea in a dream and i just sorta built off of it... well I really hope you enjoy it!! (And for anyone out there reading this story who does not like the pairing of Patrick and Velma, just know that I'm gonna chop your heads off!! lol sorry just kidding.

Enjoy!! Chapter 2 will be up soon!! :