Disclaimer:

I do not own the Scooby-Doo Gang but I do own the plot, some characters and this is all fictional and none of it happened.

Deep within the Egyptian desert, Scientists have recently discovered ruins of what could have been a lost tomb of another Pharaoh dating back to 1341 before Tutankhamun's ruling and probably the first undiscovered Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt.
Inside the crumbling tomb is a crew of Scientists who are dusting the coffin of this unnamed Pharaoh while some others take photographs of the hieroglyphics on the walls in aw, some trying to unscramble the stories with explanation to the press who were hyped on this discovery almost as much as these discovers.

"Professor Moore!"

A small man yelled running towards the female team leader with a stone pot in his hands. Looking down on the relic Professor Moore smiled only to have it fade into a terrified frown when a loud moan echoed throughout the tomb.
All turning to look at the tomb it sprung off its hinges and a large, well built shadowy figure emerged from its contents.
There was only enough time to scream.

It was getting late out.
The sun had done her job and was now waiting for her next group of people whose days needed brightening. People complain about they work too long an hours? Think of the poor sun; her day is literally never over but for the four young adults in a green van and their large, brown Great Day the day was finishing and evening was dawning but still the suns rabid rays kept them hot and sticky.

"I cannot believe this!"

A young woman cried out raising both her thin arms in the air in annoyance. Quickly dropping them onto the headboard she stared out the front window to the open road, the lonely road where she hadn't seen another car pass for over an hour.

"I can't believe how long this is taking! I can't believe the air conditioning is broken! I can't believe the fridge is broken and on top of that the warm cans of soda are drunk! When will this nightmare end?"

The red haired whined putting her head in her hands aggravated.

In the back of the van came a loud belch from the rather large dog.

Cans of soda scattered around him and the tall young man in the green shirt, both had sticky lips and sweat poring from them.

"Like Daph; cut us some slack will ya? Like, we're so hot and bothered right Scooby?"

The dog agreed with a simple "Reah!" allowing Shaggy to continue,

"So we need soda to keep us hydrated but you didn't miss much, they were warm"

Now annoyed Daphne turned round in her seat and glared at the two in the back. Her lips were pursed and her arms crossed tightly urging her not to dive at the two and find whatever food or water they had hidden somewhere.

"Well maybe if you never would have broken the fridge-"

"We never broke the fridge!"

"Then who did?"

"Like we don't know man but it wasn't us"

The two bickered on and on until finally the blonde driving spoke up.

"Actually I think I broke the fridge last week"

Suddenly all went quiet in the van. Both Shaggy and Daphne had halted their argument and faced the front.

"Wait! You broke the fridge last WEEK? Well-well-well why didn't you fix it? Or get a new one? You knew we were going to Egypt and would need something to drink and yet you didn't even bother! Explain yourself now"

Looking in the corner of his eye at Daphne he could feel his teeth instantly bite his bottom lip as if his lip knew of an excuse to use. Well since there wasn't one and all attention was on him it was better to come clean then be accused a liar.

"I couldn't be bothered"

Yeah that was smooth.

"I mean that came out wrong. I was going to buy us a new fridge but every time I was going to go fetch one something came up; it's very difficult to find time to buy fridges when it's the Football season"

"Actually Freddie" The smaller girl with glasses, Velma, "I think both excuses fit into one… listen that doesn't matter now because we're almost at the ruins. We can get a drink there guys I doubt my uncle would let us go without so just think positive Daphne, only… how many miles Shaggy?"

"Fifty"

"Fifty miles to go"

Once again the van went quiet.

"Anyone up for a thousand glass bottles of soda on the wall?"

Fred offered with a large smile.