A/N: Ok fans, here's another Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries Fanfic. It takes place roughly 1 month after Mystery Contest. Unlike the first, it won't be a Scooby-Doo crossover, sorry to disappoint. If it's any consolation, the Scooby gang will make a cameo appearance in this chapter. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Looney Tunes and all related characters are Copyright property of Warner Brothers. I have no profit motive when I write this. Simiarly, Scooby-Doo is also owned by Warner Brothers (though Mystery Inc. only have a Cameo appearance).

A new mystery

The village of Narroway was a small village way out in the countryside. The village didn't have much of a population as it was so small. The largest place in the village was an old castle just on the edge of the village. The main place of activity was the castle inn, a small inn in the centre of village. There was a dart board, a liscensed bar, 2 small bedrooms with En-suit bathrooms for tennants, a radio and a television. The pub was divided in half, smoking and non-smoking respecttively. People would go there everyday to catch up on the latest village gossip, play darts, drink and generally have a good time. As it was so small, everyone who lived in the village knew each other and news quickly spread. This one morning, a group of people were in the Castle Inn having a morning drink when a villager came rushing into the Inn holding a large sack. The sack was completely white but had a black dollar sign on the outside.

"Everyone, look what I found in the road!" The villager shouted. He opened the bag and everyone looked in amazement as a ton of bank notes fell out of the bag. Everyone began cheering and ran to the money to grab some. Unfortunately, their cheering was silenced suddenly when one villager, an intellect with geeky glasses, realised something about the money.

"Hey, these bills are fake!" Everyone closely examined the money closely and realised that he was right."

"Oh great." A villager moaned.

"But why would a load of counterfit be in the middle of the road?" The villager who brought in the sack asked.

"There's only one thing to do!" The bar tender shouted. He went up to the phone and began dialling a number that he knew.

In a castle in another part of the country Daphnie and Velma were standing either side of a doorway with one end of a rope in each hand. Fred was above the doorway on a ledge holding a fishing net. Shaggy and Scooby were nowhere in sight.

"Ok, here's the plan. When the Solar Ghost chases Shaggy and Scooby through this doorway, you two pull the rope taught and trip him up. Then I'll drop the net on top of him and we'll have him!" Fred instructed.

"Ok Freddie." Velma replied.

"I hope this works." Daphnie added.

"It's foolproof." Fred exclaimed confidently. Everyone then heard the screaming of Shaggy and Scooby coming from the corridor.

"Here they come, get ready." Fred instructed. Daphnie and Velma waited until Shaggy and Scooby were clear of the rope and then pulled it tight. The Solar Ghost, which was a yellow figure with a bright orange glow, tripped on the rope and fell over. Fred went to throw the net when his cellphone began ringing. He abscent mindedly dropped the net, which landed on Daphnie, and answered it.

"Hello, Mystery Inc, no monster too small…what's that…a bag of counterfit money appeared in the middle of the road?" While Fred was talking on the phone, the Solar Ghost had climbed to his feet and was chasing Shaggy and Scooby around the room. Shaggy and Scooby had climbed up a nearby curtain. The curtain was completely red with a gold crown in the centre.

"Sorry, our area of expertise is people in monster outfits. Perhaps you should give a friend of ours a call. Her name is Granny, she should be in national Yellow pages." Fred then hung up his cellphone. As he did, the curtain that Shaggy and Scooby had climbed up collapsed, trapping the Solar Ghost underneath it.

So after that, the bar tender gave Granny a call. The following morning, she was driving towards the village. She was driving a pink vintage car. As usual, the boot was packed to the brim with essentials. Hector was strapped into his seat behind the front passenger seat. Sylvester was strapped in behind Granny so he couldn't reach the birdcage, which was on the front passenger seat. Both Sylvester and Hector were asleep. In the birdcage, Tweety and Aaooga were sitting on the central perch swinging, both had one arm wrapped around each other. It had been a month since they had revealled their feeling for each other and since then, they were never seen apart. Hector and Granny were touched by their gestures to each other while Sylvester turned a blind eye to it. As far as he was concerned, they were a couple of snacks who happened to be lovebirds and that was it. Tweety and Aaooga were actually quite close as far as their feelings for each other went, but they were always careful. They slept within arms reach of each other but never got 'that close'. The group eventually arrived at the village. Their first stop was the Castle Inn. There was a small parking space just outside the Inn. The Inn was an old style building made mostly of stone and wood. It was mostly white but there were black boarders around the windows. When Granny parked the car, she toook a moment to admire the building. The sudden stop caused Sylvester and Hector to wake up. They both looked around the area, still half asleep. Granny picked up the bird cage and stepped out of the cra, allowing Tweety and Aaooga to look around the village. All of the buildings looked very similar. It was impossile to tell them apart at a distance if you weren't local. There were a few flower beds dotted around but nothing special. Granny let Sylvester and Hector out of the car before everyone went towards the Inn. Hector positioned himself between Sylvester and the Birdcage as they walked, preventing him from harming Tweety or Aaooga. When the group entered the inn, they were greeted by a sea of strange looks, which made Aaooga feel uncomfortable. Tweety put his arm around her to comfort her.

"Don't worry, we get that all the time." Tweety said reassuringly. Aaooga nodded and smiled. Granny went up to the bar and put the birdcage down before leaning on the bar.

"Excuse me, who called me regarding a bag of fake money?" Granny called out. Everyone in the bar looked at her and smiled quickly before turning away. Soon the bar tender came out from the back.

"Ah, you must be Granny." The bar tender greeted.

"Why yes."

"Thank you for coming. My name is Patrick. I own this Inn."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Patrick."

"I'm glad you could come."

"Anyway, what's this all about?"

"Yesterday, someone found a bag of money in the middle of the road. When we checked it, we found that it was all counterfit notes." Patrick pointed to a large money bag in the corner as he said this.

"My that is strange."

Tweety and Aaooga were looking around their surroundings. It wasn;t long before they noticed Sylvester reaching for the door.

"Here we go again." Tweety muttered. As the door was opened, Hector noticed and stomped on Sylvester's arrm, crushing it with the paw still inside the cage.

"When will he learn?" Aaooga asked.

"I doubt he will learn."

"I hope he does." Hector had pulled Sylvester away from the cage and waspummeling him. Granny was completely oblivious to what was going on. Some of the rougher villagers decided to join in the fight. It soon turned into a huge free for all. During the scuffle, Tweety noticed the money bag in the corner.

"Shall we have a look at that fake money?"

"Why not." The two canaries flew out of the cage and towards the bag. Eventually, Sylvester was able to escape the fray, covered in bruises, a black eye and with tuffs of fur missing. He saw Tweety and Aaoga flying towards the money bag and started to sneak up on them. The canaries had reached the bag and were inside examining the money. They looked very real, with one crucial flaw in the design.

"I can tell that one of the markings usually found on a note is missing." Tweety remarked. Aaooga peeped out of a hole in the bag and saw Sylvester creeping up on them.

"Uh-oh."

"What's wrong?"

"Sylvester's coming." Her wing brushed against one of the notes. She felt a wet sensation on that wing. When she had a look, she saw green paint on it. She touched the note and found that the green paint was still wet. She was then had an idea. She geabbed the note and started rubbing it over Tweety. At first, he was shocked by the action and struggled.

"Hey, what's the colouring for?"

"Keep still, I'm trying to make you look like a bank note."

"Erm…ok."

"Once I'm done, do what I just did to you to me."

"Ok." Tweety co-operated until he was completely green. Once she was finished, Tweety found another note with wet ink and used it to colour Aaooga green.

"Now what?" Tweety asked.

"Now we dig a bit deeper, stay still and keep quiet." Aaooga replied. They dug deeper into the bag and remained motionless. Sylvester eventually reached the bag and peered inside. He could see no sign of either of them.

"They have got to be in that bag." Sylvester moaned. He picked up the bag and tipped the contents onto the floor. Tweety and Aaooga kept motionless while Sylvester examined the money, but he still couldn't see them.

"Grr, where did those two snacks go?" Sylvester walked off in a huff. As he walked past the still resuming battle, he was dragged back into the fray. Tweety and Aaooga climbed out of the money and had a look aroudn.

"Nice idea." Tweety complimented.

"Thank you, now we need to wash this paint off." Aaooga replied. They looked around and saw a small water feature next to the wall. It was in the design of an angel with a bowl. Water flowed from the bowl and into a small well. The two canaries dove into the well and the paint washed off, but as a result, the water turned a light shade of green. They then went back to the cage and shut the door.

Sylvester and Hector were still in the fray of the fight they had started. The fight had been going on for a few minutes now. Patrick finallly realised there was a fight and threw a bucket of water into the fray. Everyone stopped figting and were all in a freeze frame. One villager was grabbing Sylvester's neck, hector was biting another villager's foot and in general, the whole scene looked rediculous. Granny then came over and dragged Sylvester and Hector away.

"Bad pets. Any more trouble from you two and you can spend the night alone!" Granny snapped. Both Sylvester and Hector started pointing at each other, trying to pin the blame on each other.

"I don't care who started it!" Sylvester and Hector groaned before quietening down. Granny then turned back to Patrick, who had been shamefaced by the whole incident.

"Anyway, what were you saying?" Patrick was surprised but then spoke.

"Oh, anyway, we would be most grateful if you could solve the mystery of this money."

"Considir this cased cracked."

"Thank you. You can sleep in room 2A during your stay."

"Why thank you." Granny picked up the birdcage and went over to the money. She felt the bank notes and found most of them were still wet.

"Excuse me Patrick, where is the nearest area which would have paint?" Granny asked.

"That would be the DIY store a couple of miles east." Patrick replied.

"Well, that's our first stop then." Granny went outside carrying the birdcage and returned to the car. Sylvester and Hector ran to catch up, both jumping into the back as Granny strapped the birdcage in thr front passenger seat. She saw Sylvester and Hector in and them strapped them in as well.

"Ok guys, to the DIY store!" Granny shouted.

(A/N: Well, there's the start. I've decided to try to do review responses again so we'll have to wait and see what happens. Anyway, please read and review.)