Another chapter, huzza! ^^ I am really glad to be getting reviews on this as seeing one I haven't written Scooby Doo in ages and two the fact that it's such an old thing that I haven't written of. I just hope I get the characters right. ^^;

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All Scooby Doo characters belong to Hanna Barbera

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Chapter 2: The Plans

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A few months later.

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"Dear Velma,

Like hey Velms, I'm hanging out with Scooby in Coolsville. Get everyone to meet at my place on Saturday, it'll be a groovy reunion!

-Shaggy and Scooby"

Velma smiled at the letter held between her fingers and sighed in near bliss. She had always had a crush on the man who loved to eat. Velma had always been close to Shaggy as she found the perfect book to describe them,Beauty and the Beast. Velma believed that in no way she was a beauty, however, she did think of Shaggy as a handsome man and considered the title to be renamed to The Handsome and the Geeky. Yep, that would work just fine as she smirked to herself and placed the book on the shelf. She hadn't heard from Shaggy in a good while which had concerned her greatly but then again, neither did anyone else hear from him. In a way this letter seemed suspicious as seeing that there were no food crumbs or nacho cheese on the paper. This also didn't appear to be Shaggy's handwriting, if anything it was a bit neater and a bit more legible. Her mind began to wrap itself around questions that brewed in her brain. Was this really Shaggy who wrote this letter? And where was Scrappy's signature aka paw print? What had happened to them since they weren't heard from in a good while?

Something didn't feel right as Velma instantly called up Daphne. Daphne, Danger Prone Daphne had finally packed her bags and left Coolsville for New York to become a fashion designer. It was good for her, Velma knew it; after all Daphne was always up to date with fashion and knew more of it then Velma ever could. Velma sighed to herself, sometimes she wished she could be Daphne. She wished she could be beautiful, get the perfect man to notice that she's loved all her life, everything that Daphne had and did Velma wished for herself. Nonetheless, she knew those dreams would never come true as she dialed the number for Daphne Blake's cell phone.


"Look Mrs. Raye, I'm telling you, purple is the new black! It'll totally work with Celine's figure," Daphne exaggerated in a determined tone to her boss who had turned down a good half of her fashion ideas. Mrs. Raye had a split personality disorder which often scared the Hell out of Daphne. One moment Mrs. Raye was a gentle soul, the next she was a raving lunatic. Daphne held her wits though as she attempted to persuade Mrs. Raye that purple was in and green was out.

"Daphne, Daphne, Daphne," Mrs. Raye removed her Armani silver framed glasses and stared the young adult down with solemn hazel eyes that revealed inner kindness (for now).

"It's your obsession with purple, darling. You need to get involved with other colors," Mrs. Raye's voice held a gentle sincerity that seemed to shine in every word she spoke. She wore a kind smile as she tapped her soft chestnut nails that were detailed with miniature pink flowers and diamonds on her ebony desk.

"Yes but look at Celine's figure and compare it with-"

"YOU NEED TO EXPLORE OUTSIDE PURPLE, NOW GET OUT OF MY DAMN OFFICE AND FIND SOMETHING THAT ISN'T PURPLE," Mrs. Raye's personality turned into that of as she shrieked her words with psychotic rage which caused Daphne to shrink in her seat. Her eyes were wide as Mrs. Raye's seemed soulless but then again she had the curtains closed and a dim lamp on. Swallowing some, Daphne's gentle eyes were wide with terror as she watched her boss quickly return to a sincere kindness as she calmed a bit herself.

"Darling,I think you need a trip."

"Excuse me," Daphne asked as she grew even more scared as it appeared her career was on the line. The last thing she wanted to do was lose this job that she had worked so hard for. She bit down on her light magenta shaded lower lip as she watched her boss with the utmost concern.

"A trip. I've noticed you around the workplace, you seem uninspired and stressed. Take a week off and go someplace you've never been before. It'll help you and besides, some of our other interns need a good experience," Mrs. Raye spoke softly with a smile to match.

"But-"

"DO IT," Mrs. Raye spoke in a harsher tone before flashing her soft smile again. "Do it, it will help you. Trust me."

Daphne nodded as she thanked Mrs. Raye and left her office. Mrs. Raye often reminded Daphne of the possessed girl from the original Exorcist which in itself was horrifying as Hell. Daphne knew this, she watched the movie once and vowed never to watch it again. She brushed back a lock of her hair as it was in time with her violet heels that matched her Armani violet dress tipped in a key lime green around the sleeves.

Nonetheless, a trip her split personality boss assigned her to go on a trip to become inspired and less stressed. Would this trip help her? Where would she go? There were so many beautiful places in the world and so little time. She could go to Bora Bora where the ocean was a picturesque beauty of reefs, rocks, and tropics. She had never been there before or she could go to a place she had already gone to. Sighing to herself, Daphne smiled, Mystery, Inc. had been to so many places it made her head spin. From the local areas to the mysteriously dark Louisiana bayous, it was all beautiful in its' own strange way. Her mind began to drift to the times when she was with her friends as she fixed her workplace. She straightened a picture that held two pictures, both from her past; one was of the gang when they were little kids (in Scooby's case, a puppy) and one that was taken before they separated due to the fact that they weren't needed as much for mysteries and whatnot. Both made her smile, especially the most recent picture in which Fred had his arm wrapped around her.

Fred, sweet muscular manly Fred - God she missed him. They kept in touch as seeing they were an item now as she made a mental note to herself to call him that night. However, her thoughts were broken when the song Dancing Queen emerged from her purse. Fishing through the fashionable green purse, she pulled out her cell phone as her eyes widened a little to see who was calling her.

"Velma?"

Daphne didn't hesitate and answered the call; she hadn't heard from Velma in ages but nothing surprised her more than what Velma told her in the next few moments regarding a good friend and his famous Great Dane.


Elsewhere, another full moon hung over the blacked Transylvanian skies of creepiness. No stars dotted the sky but rather menacing thunderous clouds that spewed lightening bolts did. The roar of lightening as well as its' light illuminated everything for a brief moment before returning to its' cloud. Another lightening rod struck to reveal the Castle of Transylvania aka Dracula's Castle. Dracula's horrid abode of dark enchantment lied in the distance amongst the shadows cast by the luminous moon. The Lord of Vampires himself roamed his castle in deep thought as he listened to the moans and groans of specters. He had been satisfied with how the race turned out only a few months ago and enjoyed the fact of having a new werewolf. Only problem was that this werewolf was uncontrollable and hard to tame.

Dracula had thought it would be easy - make Shaggy a werewolf and control him until his will broke. His plan had halfway worked if not for the fact that the werewolf was either missing, eating, or asleep when Dracula went to find him. It was irritating as Dracula growled to himself in slight frustration. God what was he going to do with that werewolf? Not only was he hard to tame but following him almost everywhere was that damn Great Dane, Scooby Doo! Dracula punched the stone wall beside him only to yowl and yelp in the pain it gave him. He rubbed his hand to ease some of the pain as he heard a lonely howl in the far off landscapes of Transylvania. It was Shaggy the Werewolf, Dracula could easily separate his howls from the rest of the wolves and monsters in the area.

Shaggy's howl was more of a pained yet vicious howl that often ended with a snarl of want. Why the werewolf's howl was pained Dracula could only guess that it was the only bit of human let in him. It was strange as seeing all the howls he ever heard were of ferocity but to hear a werewolf in pain made Dracula wonder if Shaggy was in mental pain, physical pain, or both? Sighing heavily to himself he concluded that it was all three and that something had to be done about taming him to be his slave. There were only so many things one could do before breaking the spirit of a werewolf; for example: the letter Dracula had written to this "Velma" girl. Dracula had found out about Shaggy's friends due to the Witch Sisters as well as Shaggy's wallet that held pictures of his friends, names and all. There were dates written on the back of the pictures so Shaggy would never forget a single day that he was with them. Even so, by writing that letter Dracula acknowledged that his friends would be drawn to Coolsville only to later show them what their Shaggy had become. This would torture the newly made werewolf and he knew it; Dracula would expose Shaggy for what he become so his friends would gaze in horror upon him and abandon him for forever. If that wasn't torture to break Shaggy's werewolfe spirit, then Dracula didn't know what would.


Fred was still in Coolsville only now he was lounging on his couch. Today was just another day with no job like he had before and no class like the one he was taking at a nearby university. Since the gang had split, Fred had been taking jobs here and there before he was either fired or quitted for his own reasons. Rarely he was fired but most of the time he quitted; there was so much wracking his brain every now and then it just got to him. That and sometimes the computer class he was taking over at Coolsville University tied in with his work schedule and God knew Fred needed that computer class more than anything.

Fred was trying to get a career in Criminology, mostly a private detective and or a secret agent. Ok, maybe secret agent was pushing it but still it was a dream. A private detective seemed more in his range as seeing he had been the leader of Mystery, Inc. Besides, who knew what road it would take him down? He had the ambition, he just needed to apply it.

Speaking of ambition, his mind began to think about the love of his life Miss Daphne Blake. Daphne, Daphne, Daphne, he missed her like Hell as he looked began to remember the time that he asked her to be his boyfriend. She was so stunned, so delighted, so beautiful, it made his heart jump a good ten feet in the air before returning to his ribcage. He always kept in touch with her whenever he could but it was starting to get the point where Fred did more than talk to her let alone love her. There was something welling up inside him, a desire to marry her, a desire to make her his own as his wife. And yet, the guts to propose to her seemed so distant to Fred. To love her was one thing but marriage? That was another step upward in their relationship. They knew each other since they were kids, were an item about seven times or so throughout their college and high school years, but was it enough to qualify as man and wife? Was it enough to make Fred get down on his knee and propose? To beg her with diamonds to be his lawfully wedded wife?

"I do," Fred threw a hand over his mouth. He had been imagining his wedding to her since they had officially become an item a few months ago. Fred would wear a tux, Shaggy would be the best man, Daphne would wear all white, Velma would be her bridesmaid, Mrs. Blake would be the maid of honor, and Scooby would be the ring bearer; just like he imagined it. They would have a perfect wedding cake, a perfect wedding with a limo to escort them to the reception, and then to the perfect honeymoon of their dreams. God, the honeymoon, even that was in Fred's mind. Casually walking down the streets of Paris with the Eiffel Tower glowing in the distance, it was perfect and besides, Paris was the most romantic place in the world or so Fred had known. But nothing would complete it until the newlyweds shared their kiss. It would be perfect, it would be chaste yet passionate, it would be everything Fred had ever hoped for in his-

His telephone broke him from the revisited fantasy that played out in his head. Shaking his head reality came back to Fred quickly as he answered the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Freddy," Fred's heart once again leaped out of his chest. Daphne was on the other line and ecstatic to hear his voice again as he smiled to himself.

"Daphne," he was a bit breathless at first but cleared his throat. "It's great to hear from you sugar. What's up?" Sugar? That was the best he could come up with? God what was wrong with him? Fred mentally slapped himself before hearing Daphne giggle cutely on the other line to show she liked the nickname.

"Nothing really. My boss said I could take a week off and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."

"Where to," Fred's heart exploded. A week alone with Daphne, the girl he had been imagining to marry, just them and nothing more. It was perfection in his mind.

"I was thinking Bora Bora but I'm not sure. What do you think?"

"Bora Bora," of all the times to forget geography, where in the Hell was Bora Bora? Well it sounded like a cold place but an exotic place but then again Fred wasn't the smartest when it came to geography.

"Sounds great," Fred response with sincerity.

"That's great! Oh! And also, Velma told me the weirdest thing."

"What did she say? How is she?"

"She's doing good," Daphne grew a little concerned as to why her Fred would be asking about Velma, then again they were all close friends so she shrugged it off a bit.

"But anyway she said that Shaggy had written to her. She says it was him but it wasn't him like....someone was faking the letter he wrote to her."

"Any ideas who it could of been?"

"None but the letter just said for everyone to meet at his place in Coolsville on Saturday."

"All right then, well, call Velma - you and me will go to Bora Bora for the week, come back Friday, and meet with her Saturday; sound good?"

"Sure, I can't wait to see you baby! Love you," Daphne's voice was filled with elation as she brimmed in delight.

"I love you too, Sugar," Fred replied with a calm tone of admiration before they hung up. Fred smiled to himself and got out his car keys but before he left his bedroom he went to his sports theme calendar and marked off when he would be at Bora Bora. He also wrote on one of the days that he would propose to Daphne Blake; it was just a matter of getting the perfect ring.