Hi people! I am so back! And with inspiration! For a Scooby Doo story! I'm going to slack off the Sailor Moon thing for a while, considering that there are no more ideas popping into my head about it! So hello, new stories! New SCOOBY stories! I love Scooby Doo! So here goes! Have fun, and enjoy!

Purple

Daphne Blake sauntered down a sidewalk in downtown Coolsville, absorbed in her thoughts. Her friend, Velma Dinkley, was supposed to meet her at the malt shop, but hadn't shown. It was not like Velma to not show up. In fact, it had never happened before.

Daphne walked up to her lilac colored Volkswagen Beetle which she had parked a block away from the malt shop. She got in the car, and pulled her cell phone out of her feathered purse, and dialed her boyfriend's, Fred, number. She leaned back in the seat, and closed her eyes momentarily, then grabbed a hairbrush from her handbag and ran it through her long, red hair. She heard a deep voice say hello, and she threw the hairbrush down and leaned up in her chair.

"Freddy! Thank God! Have you seen Velma? She didn't show up at the malt shop! We were going shopping, but she didn't show at the spot we planned to meet at! Fred, I'm worried, she has never done this before, and you know Velmes! She'd never just NOT show up! It's so unlike her! I mean, what if something really bad happened to her and I..."

"Woah, Woah, Daph!" She's fine, I'm sure! Maybe traffic got in her way?" Fred Jones reassuring voice broke into her panicked ramble, stopping her for the moment.

"Fred, I waited at the malt shop for nearly an hour. Besides, the traffic seems fine! But she would call if she weren't going to make it in time! And I tried to reach her cell in the shop, but it was either off or dead!"

"Ok, we'll figure this out! Head over to headquarters, ok? We're all here, except for Velma, but don't worry, ok? We'll find her, I promise!"

"Ok, I'm on my way. By the way, do you wear a medium sweater or a large?"

"Medium, why?"

"Ok, good! On the way to the car, I saw the cutest grey sweater for you, so I bought it. I got the right size, so that's one less thing to worry about! Well, I'll be there in a minute! Love you, bye!"

She snapped close the phone and revved up the car.
Fred put down the phone and turned and looked back at Shaggy Rogers and grinned. The teen was lying upside down from the couch, his legs slung over the back, trying to catch M&M's in his mouth. Scooby Doo, a Great Dane with a big appetite, was catching more of them than Shaggy. Fred walked up to them and sat opposite them on a coordinating purple couch and grabbed a magazine off the side table beside him.

"Just outta curiosity, Fred, why didn't you, like, just tell Daphne what's up with Velmes?" Shaggy caught an M&M in his mouth and threw another one up. This one fell onto the rich violet carpet, where Scooby thankfully scooped it up. "Hey, man, that was mine!"

"Re hehehe! Rorry, Raggy!" The dog leaped beside Fred on the couch.

Fred shrugged, and ran a hand through his light blonde hair. "I dunno why. Maybe because she sounded anxious enough on the phone. Just wait, though. She's going to freak when she finds out that Velma is out on a date."

"Why?" Shaggy sat up, his eyes dizzy looking.

"Because. I just know Daphne. She'll be mad that Velma didn't tell her about it, and didn't get to help her plan for it. You know how Daph is about fashion and dating. It's just...her thing.."

"Can I, like, leave, when you tell her?" the brown-haired guy grabbed the bag of candy that he had been eating, and started to tip- toe out of the room, his faithful companion following.

"Sure, fine. Why not leave Fred here all alone to deal with a hurricane? I'm doomed, I know it. She'll be ranting about it all night, and when I take her out for dinner, she'll just complain about Velma all night!"

Shaggy turned, his brown eyes wide. "Did you say dinner? Ok, I can, like, so brave the storm! Especially for chow! How bout you, Scoob?"

"Rah-huh! Rah, Row!" Scooby licked his face with anticipation of a meal.

Fred rolled his blue eyes. "Thanks guys. I know I can count on you guys when I'm dying."

"Course you can! But Daphne's temper is worse than dying, so most of the time, you can, like, totally forget that!"
Well, there ya go! Chapter two is coming out soon! This is a cute lil short chapter! I haven't even gotten into the story yet!

Luv ya and God Bless!

LunaGirl