The Case of the stolen fishing poles
Chapter one: A reunion
Norville Rodgers sipped a glass of lemonade, causing his false teeth to drop out. He chuckled silently and slipped them back in. Leaning back on his porch chair he looked over his grandson's tenth birthday party. He smiled, remembering all those years ago when he started the family, tying the knot with that special someone, raising kids who in turn raised theirs.etc.
The door opened and his wife Velma hobbled out onto the patio. They saw each other and laughed. They had once been so young and now they were so old. Their young faces on the front of magazines reminded them of their once found fame and they remembered when they had left the scene.
The gang were all in there fifties when they had called it a day. The mystery Machine was sold, the Scooby snacks were removed and sold to some kid and his dog down the road. The hardest thing he had to do was giving away Scooby. When I say giving away, it was Scooby who ran away. No one had ever known why he had done it as he was so happy living with Norville. Fred had suggested that Scooby had been kidnapped but the matter was soon resolved and they would stick to their promise and never solve another mystery.
Things never happened like that anymore anyway. The age of mask-wearing villains had slowly died out and bank robbers had resorted to stuffing tights over their heads like they use to, to demand cash. The gang would even go to the cinema sometimes to watch a horror movie, and Fred would point out that he thought the monster would and they'd laugh themselves silly. Then he would accuse the popcorn guy of being the monster and they'd burst out laughing again.
With this thought Norville found himself drifting slowly to sleep. BRINGGG! His mobile went off and he quickly sat up again. CRACK! His back that had gone through years of slouching snapped into place.
"Aah me aching back" He sighed and answered the phone. It was Fred.
"Fred? Is that you?" Norville asked. Velma listened in eagerly, they hadn't heard from Fred for years.
"Hi Shag" Fred croaked (Being old remember) "How about a reunion with your old buddy eh?"
"Yeah, sure" Shaggy replied, "Where are you? What have you done?"
"Well I retired when I became 65 and went up into the mountains to write my novels, nothin' much really, just hummin' along through life"
"Sweet" sighed Shaggy "How's Daphne?"
"That's a funny thing actually" Fred said "I haven't heard from her for a while"
Shaggy frowned; he was expecting Fred had made a move.
"Gee, I kinda expected you to be living together or sumet" Shaggy continued, gaping for details "Marriage maybe?"
He trailed off. Maybe he had expected too much from those two. Life wasn't exactly a soap opera.
"You mean me and Daphne?" Fred asked "Nah we're not together. Daphne's probably pulled some bloke knowing her."
"You made such a good couple" Shaggy sighed, a slight whine in his voice.
"Yeah, well never mind. Listen; do you know where she lives? I was thinking we could invite her over as well" Fred replied
"Maybe, I'll look her up in the yellow pages. See ya later Fred" Shaggy turned off his mobile.
He turned to his wife "They're. I mean he's coming over"
"What about Daphne?" Velma enquired, she almost knew what had happened.
"She's somewhere . . ." Shaggy smiled, uneasily "I'll try and make contact"
Chapter one: A reunion
Norville Rodgers sipped a glass of lemonade, causing his false teeth to drop out. He chuckled silently and slipped them back in. Leaning back on his porch chair he looked over his grandson's tenth birthday party. He smiled, remembering all those years ago when he started the family, tying the knot with that special someone, raising kids who in turn raised theirs.etc.
The door opened and his wife Velma hobbled out onto the patio. They saw each other and laughed. They had once been so young and now they were so old. Their young faces on the front of magazines reminded them of their once found fame and they remembered when they had left the scene.
The gang were all in there fifties when they had called it a day. The mystery Machine was sold, the Scooby snacks were removed and sold to some kid and his dog down the road. The hardest thing he had to do was giving away Scooby. When I say giving away, it was Scooby who ran away. No one had ever known why he had done it as he was so happy living with Norville. Fred had suggested that Scooby had been kidnapped but the matter was soon resolved and they would stick to their promise and never solve another mystery.
Things never happened like that anymore anyway. The age of mask-wearing villains had slowly died out and bank robbers had resorted to stuffing tights over their heads like they use to, to demand cash. The gang would even go to the cinema sometimes to watch a horror movie, and Fred would point out that he thought the monster would and they'd laugh themselves silly. Then he would accuse the popcorn guy of being the monster and they'd burst out laughing again.
With this thought Norville found himself drifting slowly to sleep. BRINGGG! His mobile went off and he quickly sat up again. CRACK! His back that had gone through years of slouching snapped into place.
"Aah me aching back" He sighed and answered the phone. It was Fred.
"Fred? Is that you?" Norville asked. Velma listened in eagerly, they hadn't heard from Fred for years.
"Hi Shag" Fred croaked (Being old remember) "How about a reunion with your old buddy eh?"
"Yeah, sure" Shaggy replied, "Where are you? What have you done?"
"Well I retired when I became 65 and went up into the mountains to write my novels, nothin' much really, just hummin' along through life"
"Sweet" sighed Shaggy "How's Daphne?"
"That's a funny thing actually" Fred said "I haven't heard from her for a while"
Shaggy frowned; he was expecting Fred had made a move.
"Gee, I kinda expected you to be living together or sumet" Shaggy continued, gaping for details "Marriage maybe?"
He trailed off. Maybe he had expected too much from those two. Life wasn't exactly a soap opera.
"You mean me and Daphne?" Fred asked "Nah we're not together. Daphne's probably pulled some bloke knowing her."
"You made such a good couple" Shaggy sighed, a slight whine in his voice.
"Yeah, well never mind. Listen; do you know where she lives? I was thinking we could invite her over as well" Fred replied
"Maybe, I'll look her up in the yellow pages. See ya later Fred" Shaggy turned off his mobile.
He turned to his wife "They're. I mean he's coming over"
"What about Daphne?" Velma enquired, she almost knew what had happened.
"She's somewhere . . ." Shaggy smiled, uneasily "I'll try and make contact"
