Wow, this story is getting popular. Well, here's the next chapter!
Reviewer Thanks
Looneytunecrazy: Thank you, and things will look better for Velma once you catch up, along with several cameo's you've mentioned.
Sonar: Thanks : )
Scoobyfan1: 0_o *slaps forehead* I KNEW I got those two mixed up! Thank you for pointing that out, and I've edited the chapter so I got their names right.
Lady Nightwisp: *whew* That's a relief. …As for the other nut-ball… ah, there's no denying you're right, lol
Brianna: So glad you like the story, and the Pussycats' cameos ^-^
Disclaimer: I thought I could ditch it in the last chapter, but these things tend to catch up to you. *annoyed sigh* So, I DON'T own Scooby-Doo, or any of the other meddlers you'll see in this story. …drats.
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People never believe me when I tell them there's something going on.
For instance, back in October, I heard a gurgling sound from the basement and immediately called the cops, reporting that a giant Blob was hiding out in the cellar… though, after they investigated, it only turned out the drainage pipe was backed up and our water-heater was leaking. I tried to explain my theory about the Blob having made an escape down the pipe- being the cause of the blockage- but they only told me I've been watching too many horror movies and to stop making prank calls.
Then there was a time around Christmas that I saw the abominable snowman lurking through my yard, and I woke my parents in the middle of the night and told them about it. Turns out it was only our neighbor taking their dog out for a late-night walk, wearing a heavy white fur-coat. I tried to tell my parents that our neighbor was probably the snowman in disguise, but they told me to go back to bed and leave the neighbors alone. …Hey, if you saw an old man wearing a fur coat in the middle of the night, you'd make the same assumption, too.
And last week, someone released the class guinea-pig into the cafeteria, making Alexander freak out when he found it on his tray, nibbling his salad. At first, I assumed that Mole People who live underground were assembling classroom pets to enlist in their army and take over the world… but I knew that was ridiculous- I mean, why would Mole People want to come to school? So, I turned my investigation toward my main culprit, the one person who's ALWAYS up to no good…
Red Herring.
I told the principal about it, but Red Herring made the excuse that he was out sick that day with the flu, and his mom was a witness. To tell the truth, every time I accused him of something, he had a good excuse… But that didn't take him off my 'Most Wanted' list, just yet!
…Especially since I saw him running down the hall during lunch, snickering about something. "Hey, hold it right there-!" I called, running after him.
*WHAM!*
…But, unfortunately, I ended up running into Daphne Blake. "Geez, Freddy, watch where you're going!" she snapped, standing up and brushing herself off, then looked at herself in a hand-held mirror. "You almost messed up my hair,"
"Sorry, Daphne. I was just running after Red Herring," I replied, looking down the hall where Red ran, but he had vanished. "He's up to something…"
"Ugh, you got that ride. The Neanderthal is trying to convince everyone that I hang out with geeks and got all buddy-buddy with that Rogers kid by giving him a nickname,"
Aha! I KNEW that kid was up to no good! …Hey, lying IS a crime, isn't it?
"Why would he say stuff like that?" I asked her. My dad told me I always needed to get my facts straight before accusing people, and investigation always involves getting the full story.
"Oh, he just saw me helping out the new girl after she got gunk in her hair, and I noticed how friendly she was toward Rogers and figured he was developing a crush on her. So, to keep him from sounding like an idiot in front of her, I gave him an alias so she wouldn't laugh." Daphne replied, while fixing her hair, then gave me a cold look. "But, you didn't hear this from me. If Velma- aka the new girl- starts calling Rogers 'Shaggy', assume it's a pet-name she came up for him." With that, she put away her mirror and headed off to class.
I couldn't help but wonder why Daphne would want to keep giving Rogers a nickname- of course, after what she just told me, she was probably afraid Red would twist it into a rumor that she LIKED the kid. So, I decided to keep it low-profile, and help her save-face.
Then I ran down the hall, searching for Red Herring. The second bell rang, reminding me that I was going to be late for class, so I had to call off my investigation until later. I turned around and headed to my next class, English, taking my seat between Alan and Mark. The teacher was running late, giving everyone a chance to talk.
"Hey, Freddy, where'd you run off to during lunch?" Mark asked me.
"I saw Red Herring take off, and I figured he's up to no good." I told them, keeping my voice low. "He's probably in the locker room, replacing all the shower-heads with-" I was cut short when my friends groaned. "What?"
"Fred, when are you going to give it up? Red has been proven innocent in every crime you accused him of." Alan said.
"Yeah, you've been accusing him of everything since pre-school," Mark added. "Give it a rest, and focus on other things,"
"Yeah, like that book-report you were supposed to turn in last week, but instead went hunting for vampires," Biff said behind me.
"Hey, that family across the street never came out during the day!" I retorted.
"That's because they weren't HOME during the day," Mark said, rolling his eyes. "You spied on their house all day, every day that summer."
"Well, I'm right this time, especially since I had a witness. …Red Herring is planning on spreading rumors about one of the girls in our class!"
"I hope it isn't Josie," Alan responded, the only one who actually seemed shocked.
"Hold it, Alan," Mark said to him, then looked back at me. "Who was the witness?"
"I can't say. I had to take a vow of silence, for the sake of her reputation." I replied.
"Riiiiiight," The three of them said, rolling their eyes.
"And I bet in the future, sharks will talk and people will live underwater," Alan joked.
"Hey, it could happen! I read it in one of my comic books," I sneered.
"You need to get your head out of those comic books, Freddy, otherwise people will start seeing you as some sort of whacko." Biff told me.
I rolled my eyes. The teacher came in, and we ended our conversation there. One of these days, I'll prove I'm right, I thought, promisingly.
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A/N: Sorry if the chapter on Freddy wasn't very long, but it's getting late and my inspiration-gauge is normally on empty by that time. But, I promise longer chapters in the future!
Please review. I accept constructive criticism.
