Me: ...okay...

Apps: She wants to say that she just got an idea.

Me: ...

Invy: But it won't work.. nah, actually she's just too lazy t' explain.

Me: Not!

Apps: Who will believe that now?

Me: Okay, okay. I'll do it. So. This idea. It's just all little cute/fluffy/(hopefully)funny/or-something-else oneshots. None of them will probably go over the 1.000, so don't expect too much to come. I'll try and upload one every... two weeks, but apparently, something strange called 'friends' and 'school', I think you could say 'social life' to it (apparently, I have one), is busy keeping me from writing, so I don't really promise anything. Each story will have one word that won't only function as title, but as main 'topic' as well.

Invy: Should be mentioned that every story is gonna be 'starring' one of our Mystery Inc. members, maybe co-starring one or more of the others as well. Prob'ly gonna be written from the 'stars' perspective.

Apps: It's not hers. Never was, never will.

Me: Who knows, maybe I'll get rich one day and buy it all?!

-Peanuts-

-Daphne-

I know I shouldn't.

But right now, I find myself here, kneeling in front of this goddamn table, my eyes focused on, magnetized by IT.

Honestly, could you judge me? This is probably the most heavenly thing one has ever invented, and you can eat it. It's right there. I could just... grab it. Eat it.

But there's a problem....

It's Shaggy's. Oh, and I KNOW just how much he loves it. He adores it, he would probably even fight for it. Okay, maybe not fight. On the other hand... I'm not sure. The picture of him, fighting for a glass of this divine stuff is coming to my head and I can't keep the chuckle away.

Would he really mind? I mean, come on, this is a pretty big glass. Would he even notice, if there was just a little, little bit missing? Just a tiny little piece? And if it would be so valuable to him, he wouldn't leave it standing there. Not with Scooby around. But I don't want him mad at me... though, if I do it right now, without anyone noticing, I would be the last one expected to steal food. I am I, after all.

And it looks SO delicious. It's tasty, yummy and... god, I need it. Shaggy's not stingy when it's about this, I know he always gets the best. And he couldn't notice, could he? It's not like he weights this every time he eats or has eaten something of it. Well, I think he doesn't.

I look around, there's really no one here. I think I can hear the TV running in the living room, but if I am fast, I could get a little bit. If I am right, it's only Fred in the living room, Shaggy is upstairs with Scooby and Velma's in the basement, if I am right.

Before I can really think any further, my hand shots forward, snatches the glass. I automatically rip of the lid any finally, my free hand dives into the brown stuff I have yearned for about an half hour now and when I bring my fingers up to my mouth and quickly lick over one, the taste of heaven reaches my tongue.

I make quick work of the whole brown mix clinging to my fingers and when I'm finally satisfied, I am able to put the lid on the glass again, stand up and decide to join Freddie at the TV.

Leaving the peanut butter on the table for the next victim to fall for it.

Me: So... my first attempt.

Invy: As promised, it's small and quirky. Reminding me of Pia herself.

Me: Hey! ...duh. You're right.

Apps: After this first little story, you, the readers, are asked to give the next topic and member to star for the story in a review. Please remember to give a topic that's a bit more defining, not something 'allrounding' as 'love' or similar words. The star should, of course, be one member of Mystery Inc. As to whose topic suggestion is going to be written first, it's the 'First suggestion wins' rule.

Me: Please! Suggestions!

Invy: And a review, if ya got the time.

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