Hey, I'm back.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer.

The next day the three of them walked up to 'Delicious'. Mrs Jones was only more than happy to see them and enquire about "That poor boy." Velma smiled politely and reassured her Shaggy was fine.

"We need to see your security camera's if you don't mind, mam." Fred said.

"Of course, erm, why?"

"So we can see what happened on that night." Daphne explained. "We're going to find Shaggy's attackers."

Fred cleared his throat and shot her a look. "We are going to get more information on what happened and then decide the course of action to take." He clarified.

"Of course, of course, come in. Alicia, watch the shop please." She said to the waitress, who smiled.

"Here they are. Let me just, oh how does this thing work again?" After twiddling around with the control for the security feed for five minutes and not getting anywhere, Velma said with as much patience as she could muster.

"Do you want me to do it, miss?"

"Ah, yes. Go on then."

So Velma got it to that fateful night and they watched the footage unfold. By the end Fred looked comparable to the hulk. "Are there any camera's overlooking the park?" He said, though gritted teeth.

"Yes, you'd have to ask the park manger though. I don't know where they are." Thanking her the three left.

"Right girls, so here's what's happening. We're going to make enquiries about whoever the 'park manager' is. When we've found him we'll ask him to let us have a look at the security feed to see what happened."

"I thought you said we weren't getting involved?" Daphne smirked.

"We're not! I told you, we're gathering information!"

Velma rolled her eyes, but said nothing.