Ever had something you needed help with, and asked for it… But got more then you bargained for?

Well, Velma was having that kind of problem right now. She just had to ask both Fred AND Shaggy to help her, didn't she? One wasn't enough, but she had asked both of them, because they were the one's who knew the most about it. That was her downfall.

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"Now… Like' ease her into a stop here." The beatnik commented, pointing in front of her. It was just to the end of the street, where the stop sign was. Her eyes fixed on the spot and she started to respond when Fred added to the instructions.

"All right, press lightly upon the break and gradually put enough force to come to a full stop."

He was being more technical, which was normally fine, but trying to focus on where she was supposed to stop and how to actually stop was a bit to juggle for a person new to this all. Her mind struggled to repeat his instructions while keeping her eyes on the spot Shaggy had said. Easier said then done, but she managed to keep her wits about her to pull it off and not lurch them forward in the stop. A moments reprieve from instructions as she stopped at the sign, though it did not last for long.

"Now, since you are at a full stop here," Fred continued to add his words of wisdom to the nervous student. "Make sure to look both ways." A good point which she tried to file in her mind as she took the desired action as instructed.

"And don't forget check all mirrors!" Piped up Shaggy from behind. Another good point, but adding it to her list was straining her thoughts to make sure to do everything and remember to do all these actions when she was to drive in the future.

"Once the coast is clear…" Fred added.

"Watch out for cars coming…" Shaggy compiled another good tip on top of Fred's.

"Easy on the break, release and…" Fred gave more instructions to the almost overloaded Velma.
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"ENOUGH!"

Yelled Velma. She threw her hands into the air and landed face first into the steering wheel of the Mystery Machine. A long beep came from the vehicle as her face hit the button in the middle. She hung her arms over the steering wheel and spoke into the horn, not bringing herself up from the odd, fed up position.

"This… isn't going to work."

Not used to her yelling at them, both Shaggy and Fred quieted and watched their younger friend with caution. She sighed and pulled back to an upright sitting position, the seatbelt was cutting into her anyway to stay to long flopped against the wheel. Running a hand through her hair, she took a deep breath in and out to calm herself down. Getting enough courage, she looked both ways and then made the turn they wanted her to make before. Being a lot easier as they had quieted down enough for her to focus on what she had to do. She pulled over the Mystery Machine and parked it on the side of the street out of the way of the traffic, if any came. Putting the vehicle to park, she started to unbuckle her seatbelt when Fred stopped her.

"What are you doing?" He tentatively asked. She removed the belt and pushed it back to where it normally hung.

"I want to go home. I'm not in a condition to drive with TWO instructors. I will try this again, but I need to get my head straight. And this method isn't going to work." She admitted. Her brilliant plan was more then she had bargained for, not knowing what to expect from trying to learn to drive and now knowing too much at once. "…sorry."

Nodding in understanding, Fred slid out of the van and made the walk around to the driver side as Velma took up the spot where Fred had been in the passenger seat. Shaggy placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she buckled herself in. Easing the Mystery Machine out, Fred drove them all home.