The Mystery Machine travelled down a freeway in West Virginia, the sky a slightly ominous grey and a light drizzle making its way down from the heavens.

Velma glanced gloomily out of the window and sighed. It was meant to be July, with warm weather and sun- this kind of grey winter weather made her feel a little bit down and glum, especially when the weather man had promised "sunny skies and warming temperatures".

"Why do we have to take this route? Maybe there's sun on the other freeway!"

Fred smiled inwardly at her words.

"Maybe, but this is the most direct route. It's a bit of drizzle or another hour travelling."

"Like, exactly where are we going anyway?" Shaggy asked, poking his head through the headrests and looking at Fred.

"I told you. We're only going just over the border, to a town called Williamstown."

"Like, to visit who?"

"My brother, I know I told you that bit before."

Shaggy's face lit up as the memory came back to him of Fred organising the trip. He grinned a little sheepishly, and made up for his absent moment (at his age, it couldn't be called a senior moment) by reaching back and offering the front passengers slices of the one pizza left in the van.

Daphne rubbed a little condensation off the windscreen and smiled.

"I can't wait to see Tom. How old was he when you last saw him, Freddy?"

Fred shrugged. "One, two? Not very old, more a baby than a kid. I'm more looking forward to seeing Mitchell and Ella."

Velma smiled reminiscently.

"Was Mitchell the guy who told you to get a real job when you started Mystery Inc. with the rest of us, Freddy?"

Fred's cheeks coloured and Daphne giggled.

"I think that means yes!"

Velma laughed as well, and then noticed the slightly stony look on the driver's face.

"You don't think he was right, Freddy?"

"Never. I just don't know what he's going to say when I tell him that we're still doing the whole mystery-solving thing. He knows you guys are coming, he was kind of excited, but I think he thinks it's like a reunion. I didn't want to tell him about it when he called about the trip, and that's what he intoned."

Daphne prodded him.

"Well, why didn't you tell him?"

"Um…"

Velma sighed and poked Daphne. Daphne turned to her, massaging her upper arm where Velma had poked her.

"Does it really matter?"

Daphne rolled her eyes in defeat and settled back in the seat. Fred snuck a sideways look at her and quickly looked back at the road. In the back, Shaggy reached over and whispered in Fred's ear.

"Like, it's rude not to answer questions, Freddy!"

Fred groaned.

"One more remark like that and I'll tell Mitchell you're on a diet. Both of you!" he added as Scooby gave a grin, which turned to a grimace.