There a time in everyone's life that they have to do something they don't want to do.
"NO!"
Something that is so terrible…. So horrible…
"No! No! No!"
Something so hard, that is takes a-team of people just to get you to do it….
"I WILL NOT!"
Shouted Shaggy, crossing his arms with a thrust of his bottom lip out into the air. With Scooby on his other side mimicking him, it was going to take a long time to convince the duo. They were in full protesting mode. A train of horses would have to come to pry them from their spot in front of his room.
"Come on Shagg, its not that hard."
Pleaded Fred. He sighed, his first thought of how this was going to happen, not echoing the end result that had happened. He didn't know why it was so difficult for the two of them to do it. They've faced down monsters and haunted houses with less protest then they were putting up now. It made Fred's head hurt with the effort.
"I will not!" Grumbled Shaggy again. Why couldn't Fred just back off, and leave him alone. That was certainly easier then bugging him.
"Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?"
Offered Daphne, in hopes for a food truce. Scooby moved slightly, eyes lighting up at the mention of the snack. But a glare from Shaggy stopped him and he grudgingly moved back to protesting. "Nope, not even food will make us move."
"I told you he would be stubborn." Velma snickered, having seen the whole situation even before it even happened. Shaggy could be stubborn when he wanted to. "That boy just doesn't want to clean his room when asked. Not going to do it."
Fred groaned, placing a hand to his forehead to help support it upright. He wondered how Mamma Shaggy would be able to get him to do it without protest or if she had this much trouble too. She probably had some motherly thing holding over his head that made him do it, either that, or mothers main weapon against protesting children: guilt. But making Shaggy feel guilty about it wasn't going to work in this situation.
"Why won't you?" Daphne asked. "What is so hard?"
"You don't keep your room clean, why should I?" Shaggy grudgingly bounced at her. Daphne wasn't the cleanest person either, or as she liked to call it… 'lived in'. But apparently that wasn't going to be a good enough argument. Velma snickered at Daphne. Shaggy then turned and pointed a finger at Velma.
"What are you laughing at?" He said a bit accusingly, though with the seriousness of a child accusing a mother. Not a malicious accusation, but no less true.
"What? I keep my room clean." Velma moved to her room, which was one door down and opened it. Inside the whole room was immaculate. Clean, neat and all in order. The only think she was missing was labeling everything. Which, she had happened to have grown out of when she was younger.
"I'm not talking about your room…" Shaggy moved his finger from her to down the hallway. Curling his finger at the tip, he pointed it down at the floor. Velma put up a finger to protest, but all she did was stand there with her mouth open. With a click of her teeth, she sighed reluctantly. He was right, her lab was so cluttered and filled with projects that she had less organization then her room.
"How about this, Shaggy." Fred proposed an idea. "Why don't we all clean the house together? We will go from room to room and the person in charge will be the owner of the room. Daphne you get your room and the dining room. Shaggy, you get your room and the kitchen. Velma has her room and the lab, since her room is clean, she can be in charge living room. I'll get my room, and the study. The bathrooms will be two to each room, since there are two people who mainly use each room. The attic we can leave for another day. That sounds fair?"
With nods all around, it all turned to Shaggy and Scooby. Scooby turned to look at Shaggy, who finally relented. "Ok… But my room last." Shaggy grumbled. Fred grinned, accepting that part of the deal.
Mission: Start!