"Fred Jones, lawyer" Daphne said proudly as she straightened out his jacket.

"Yes, Fred Jones, lawyer who has had one case in his entire career." Fred replied sarcastically.

"Two if you count this one" She countered.

A knock echoed from the front door.

"It's open!" Fred yelled from the living room.

Shaggy opened the door and stepped inside with Scooby at his heels.

"Like, c'mon man, boat leaves soon, we gotta get you to the docks."

"The boat doesn't leave for another hour" Fred complained looking at his watch.

"Like, we gotta have time to make a breakfast run at the drive through." Shaggy answered tapping his foot impatiently.

"Reah, randritches" Scooby barked excitedly wagging his tail.

"You already had breakfast; we can smell the bacon cooking from next door." Daphne said incredulously.

"Second breakfast" Shaggy and Scooby said in unison.

"Hobbits, they're hobbits" Daphne said throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"Alright, it's be fine, let's go"

Shaggy and Scooby hurried Fred out the door and toward Shaggy's bright red convertible.

"Wait, wait, wait" Daphne called back, running after him with his briefcase in hand. "You forgot your papers."

"Thanks Daph" Fred said kissing her goodbye.

"Good luck" She called to him as he walked up to the car.

Fred sat in the passenger seat next to Shaggy with his briefcase on his lap. Scooby piled into the back seat.

"Thanks for the ride man, once I get the van fixed, I'll be back to driving us around."

"Like, no problem man. You know we got your back." Shaggy said turning into a drive through.

"Once this is over, and Velma gets back from Egypt, we'll get a good case again."

"No rush man." Shaggy said. "Huh"

"What?"

"Never thought any of us would get jobs. You a lawyer. Velma an archeologist. Daphne taking over the Blake Foundation"

"And you and Scooby, handling animals at the zoo"

"Well… that's just a hobby" Shaggy said deflecting the topic. In reality it was. Shaggy's family was independently wealthy. It wasn't something he advertised much, but he was at least on par with the Blakes, if not richer. Most of that fortune was conditional on the status of a 'missing' uncle. It was something that had to be dealt with discretely, only Scooby knew the whole truth, and the less the others knew, the better.

It was another ten minutes from the burger place to the dock where the ferry was waiting to take Fred to the prison island off the coast. Fred got out of the car, forgot his briefcase, and ran back to the car to get it.

"Hey, what've you, like, got in there?"

"Legal papers" Fred answered hastily.

"It's full of comic books isn't it?"

"It's a long boat ride" Fred retorted shrugging his shoulders.

Fred said his goodbyes and walked along the dock onto the waiting ferry boat. From here on out, he was prison bound.