"I can't believe that Coach Richards gave us free tickets to see the Coolsville Cavaliers play!" Fred exclaimed, flicking on his turn signal to screech around a corner.
"He seemed very adamant that we come," Velma mused. "What's the occasion?"
"It's only the Coolsville Bowl, where we face off against our biggest rival, the Crystal Cove Fighting Urchins!" Fred replied excitedly. "The winner receives the Coolsville Trophy, a hand-carved, solid gold cup overlaid with millions of sparkling diamonds! Its only a once-in-a-season opportunity!"
Shaggy shoveled a handful of Scooby Snacks in his mouth. "Like, what's a cavalier, anyway?" Shaggy asked between bites.
"Here, it means a gallant gentleman, like a knight," Velma explained. "I didn't know you two were interested in sports."
"Like, we're not," Shaggy said. "But, like, Scooby Snacks are sponsoring the game, so we thought we'd, like, show our support." Scooby barked in agreement as Fred steered the Mystery Machine into the packed parking lot.
"There's supposed to be a halftime show, too," Daphne read off the ticket. She slipped on a pair of designer sunglasses and exited the van.
"And best of all, no monsters!" Fred finished, waving a neon yellow foam finger as the gang headed into the stadium.
Inside, the gang was shocked to see an influx of police officers searching every fan entering the game. "Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed. "What's going on?"
Fred waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, these games probably attract all sorts of shambling lowlifes. They're just here for security's sake." He stepped forward and was soon giggling loudly as the officer frisked him. Velma put her arms up reluctantly to be searched as well. Daphne, Shaggy and Scooby followed suit.
"Like, can you believe it, Scoob?" Shaggy moaned as the gang headed inside. "They, like, took my three boxes of nacho-flavored Scooby Snacks! Obviously they have no respect for corporate sponsorship!"
"Ro resrect!" Scooby barked with disgust as the gang headed to their seats in the stands.