"You six will all need alias's…" Prince John announced on the way to the airport.
"Why?" Shaggy asked.
"Because!" the prince exasperated, clearly he was easily irritated.
"No one must know you are here… everyone in my palace is a suspect." He looked ahead.
"Ah, yes driver, that's the airport, pull around there…" he said pointing in the direction of the airport entrance as if the limo driver had no clue where he was going and was an idiot, and the driver seemed to be taking offense to it.
"Yes sir, and I know where we're going…" he explained. The prince lay back in his seat again.
"Yes, well now you do…" he smiled looking quite contempt with himself. The driver sighed and pulled into the airport. As they all stepped out of the limo, Velma pointed out that we should pay the driver to Patrick. He nodded.
"Shouldn't we pay the driver…?" he asked quietly to the prince. The prince practically jumped out of the limo and Patrick flinched, afraid to get smacked in the face again.
"I already told you that it's taken care of. I personally paid for all your travel expenses." He explained. Patrick nodded. "Oh okay… you did?" but the prince was already walking away.
"Come now everyone we mustn't waste time! Our flight leaves in 30 minutes!" he called back waving his arm for them to follow, leaving them to carry the entire collection (including the prince's) of luggage.
When they finally reached the waiting area for flight 15 they all dropped into chairs and caught their breath. All except for Scooby and Shaggy who had found a vending machine and their energy immediately returned as they scrambled for the snacks.
The prince handed them each a slip of paper.
"Here are your instructions, schedules, and your alias's." he announced. "I will leave it to you to buy the proper attire, and from the moment you arrive in England, till the time you leave, you will call each other by these names. You will act like the people you are pretending to be, and you will perform your jobs like experts. Do I make myself clear?"
The four of them mumbled incoherently, some agreeing, some not.
"Good, I'm assuming you know how to board a plane am I right? Well I'll meet up with you in England, but for now I bid you farewell. And good luck." And with that he walked away.
"Renaldo Whellerston? What the hell…?" Fred mumbled reading his card. Scooby and Shaggy came back with their arms full of snacks. Velma handed the their cards as they forced the snacks into their luggage bags.
"Flight 15 is now boarding. All passengers for flight 15 please make your way to the loading area."
They all looked at each other uneasily, nervous about the journey to come. They had never had to pretend to be someone else… but they grabbed their luggage and made their way toward the loading area.
This was going to be one hell of an adventure…
"Well guys," Fred said as the plane took off. "looks like we're off to England…"