Thank you so much for reading this. If you've read the last few chapters of my last story than you know that I'm super tired but can't fall asleep due to crazy nightmares. Consequently, I've been writing insane amounts of Scooby-Doo fanfiction, including this little story right here. Bear with me, guys. I know it's not great but this is the only way I can occupy myself so here it is. P.S. I would really appreciate it if you would review and tell me what I can improve!

Chapter 1 Fishing Fiasco

Fred Jones was in the middle of a very interesting fight. He was brawling with Dennis Smith, a boy from Coolsville who had recently been flirting with Daphne Blake, Fred's best friend who needed constant protection. Fred punched Dennis square in the nose, causing a stream of blood to gush out. Fred was clearly winning the fight when Daphne interrupted them. She shouted for the guys to stop their argument, saying that she had chosen which of them she wanted.

"Dennis," she said with a smile, leaping into the boy's muscular arms. She lifted her head higher and her lips met his as they shared a very passionate kiss in front of Fred

"No!" the blonde boy shouted, opening his eyes and sitting up. "It was all a dream," he assured himself quietly. "Nothing happened between Daphne and Dennis. It was all a dream." Fred looked around him, seeing that each one of his close friends were still sleeping soundly, undisturbed by his yelling.

Mystery, Inc. was taking a little vacation up at Coolsville Lake, a body of water a few miles north of the town. There, they had rented a cabin and were enjoying the scenery, everyone claiming that it was a bonding experience. The real reason for this was that each member of the gang was trying to take a small break from all the exhausting mysteries they had been dealing with. The next few days were supposed to be filled with relaxation and peace, though this so often has proved to be impossible when it comes to this particular bunch of teenagers, for the seem to be mystery magnets.

The next morning Fred was sore and tired. He hadn't been able to fall back asleep after his vivid nightmare. Consequently, he was in a bad mood. (A/N: Story of my freaking life! :( Oh well, on with the story!)

"Fred, breakfast is ready," Daphne called from the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry," he snapped, realizing that this probably wasn't a smart thing to do. He was trying to keep Daphne with him, not scare her off.

Luckily, she seemed to find his temper amusing and chuckled. "Somebody's grumpy," she said.

Fred couldn't help but laugh a little as well. "Sorry, I didn't get too much sleep," he explained. "Nightmares."

Daphne nodded in understanding. "Me, too."

Fred furrowed his eyebrows. What would Daphne possibly have nightmares about? He decided not to ask, for this might lead to conversation on his bad dream, and he definitely didn't want to tell her about that. Luckily, he was spared from any discussion on that topic as Velma Dinkley, the mastermind of the group, and Shaggy Rogers, the coward, walked in, carrying that day's paper as well as some firewood.

Velma and Shaggy were laughing merrily and standing very close to each other, causing both Fred and Daphne to give suggestive looks. This made Velma blush and Shaggy lengthen the distance between them.

Scooby-Doo, their lovable Great Dane, bounded over to Shaggy and tackled him. Shaggy laughed and stroked the dog's fur as he handed the newspaper to Velma.

"Anything interesting happening?" Fred asked in between bites of the eggs and bacon that Daphne had prepared.

Velma raised her eyebrows as she read. "Actually, there is. It says here that a nearby bank was robbed. The burgular got away with three million dollars! Get this: the police chased them all the way up to Coolsville Lake!" she said excitedly. "Then, both the money and the robber disappeared."

"Mysteries just seem to follow us wherever we go, don't they?" Daphne commented, picking up Fred's plate and washing it.

"Well, do they, like, know who did it?" Shaggy asked.

"Yes, it says here that the suspect was Peter Russell," Velma informed him.

Shaggy grinned triumphantly. "See? They know who did it. Case closed, mystery solved. Nothing for us to possibly investigate."

Everyone laughed at Shaggy's comment and went back to what they were doing. Daphne and Fred were talking, Scooby was snoozing on the rug, Shaggy was eating everything in the pantry. But Velma couldn't help but think that they never caught Russell, so maybe there could be something to investigate after all. She knew how much everyone needed a vacation, though, so she kept her mouth shut.

A few hours later, Scooby and Shaggy grabbed their fishing gear and went out to the lake. They baited their hooks and cast them into the water, enjoying the tuna sandwiches that Daphne had prepared for them. Suddenly, Shaggy felt a very firm tug on his line.

"Like, check it out, Scoob," he said to his dog. "I caught a big one!"

Shaggy tried to reel it in, but whatever type of fish it was had more strength. Scooby tried to help his friend, but the two were still having difficulty. Eventually they noticed some rippling at the surface of the water as something was emerging.

What they saw next frightened them into silence. Out of the water came some sort of mutated fishman. It's body was covered in scales and fins. It had bulging eyes and webbed fingers and toes, and it was clearly bipedal. The creature rose slowly from the lake and began to walk toward Scooby and Shaggy, who began running as fast as they could. They never turned around to see if it was following them.

When they finally reached the cabin, both the boy and the dog were out of breath.

"What happened?" Velma asked, worried.

"Rea creature," Scooby managed to say. He was panting heavily and pointing toward the lake.

"Like, it came out and...and came...toward us," Shaggy said between breaths.

The rest of the gang immediately looked back at the giant body of water in time to see a large, fish-like head going back underwater.

"That's not possible," Velma whispered.

"Well, gang, it looks like," Fred began, but he was cut off by Shaggy.

"Like, don't say it, man." The scrawny boy sighed. "I can't believe it! Even when we're on vacation we have to solve a mystery."