"Ah man, another rerun? Sigh."

Taking in a deep breath in and out, Fred huffed towards the celling. Falling over on the couch, he found himself all watched out on TV that day. It was a bit of a lazy day, with not a mystery in sight. All of his usual daily routines already taken care of earlier that day. He tried to find entertainment in watching something on TV. But after catching one or two shows, he found himself coming across mostly re-runs or shows he wasn't interested in.

All the channels in the world, and he was still bored.

Pulling up his arms, he interlaced his fingers and placed them behind his head. Using them as a pillow under his hair, as he lounged on the couch to think of his options. Kicking a socked foot up and down as he talked to himself. Eyes wandering the expanse of the ceiling while his mind was elsewhere. Pursing his lips off to one side. Only a few seconds ticked by before he moved. Sliding the hands out from behind his head, he raised them up in front of this view and bent down his fingers as he listed off things. Counting off things as he thought of them.

"Got my email checked for new cases. Lunch was already, so not hungry for anything till probably dinner. Nothing good on TV. And not got the urge to play any video games right now. And don't want to bug everyone. It seems the rest of the gang are all busy with their own things... So, I don't want to bother any of them. And I need a new book from the library, but a bit too lazy today to head all the way over there." He spoke aloud to himself, trying to think of what to do. Pulling down a finger each time he came up with something he had already did or didn't plan to do.

"I already worked on the Mystery Machine." Rotating his hand, to toss up a thumb. wiggling it as he sighed again.

"So, I don't need to do any repairs to her right now. Don't want to over do it and then break something..."

He loved working on their van. Kept his hands busy and she was made up of so many interested parts. So, it was fun to make sure she was up a running... But too much tinkering could be a bad thing. So, he didn't want to take her apart just to solve his own boredom.

"Though..." Opening up his pointer finger, he tilted it as he maybe came up with something to do. "-last case we were on, I did have to use some things out of her. I could see if we need to replace anything in the back."

He certainly didn't want to do any shopping at the moment, but he could put enough energy into getting a notepad and pencil, to jot down some things to do later. Certainly could easily convince Daphne to keep him company shopping. Not that, THAT was hard to do. But he wasn't quite ready for shopping, so he could totally kill time by looking over the back of the van and see if he needed to get something once he did have the energy to do something.

"But, well my notepad is upstairs..."

Letting his head lazily fall to the side, he looked up where his desk was sitting on the second floor. Where he normally kept most of his main stationary. So, that meant he had to get up first, to go upstairs and then get the notepad to then go outside and check before it got too late.

"Ugghhhhh... Effort." Fred groaned in procrastination before actually moving.

Lifting his leg up, he raised it high enough to then bring down to the ground with a swing. Using the momentum, Fred sat up and then raised to his feet. Needing the extra oomph to help him get up and moving. With a plan in mind, he shut off the TV and placed the remote on the coffee table neatly before leaving the living room. Coming around the corner into the hall, he turned to the right to scale to the second floor. Tugging himself up the stairs with the help of the railing, he made it to the landing.

Peering into Daphne's room, he found her sprawled out on her own bed. Laying hands thrust to the sky, she held up a small smartphone as her fingers clicked away on them. Duel thumb texting to someone, her fingers a blur across the virtual keyboard. A cable stuck out of the small device and it disappeared into the wild mane that was Daphne's hair. And as her head was bobbing slightly, Fred figured it was her headphones. This was re-enforced by the one leg she had hanging off of the side of the bed, that she lightly kicked to an unseen beat. Tossing her a wave, even if she didn't see it. Fred then moved to his room across the hallway.

His room neat as always, he was able to find the notebook easy enough. But had to decide if he wanted to use a pencil, or maybe a pen for the notes. Standing there in front of his desk for a bit, to think over his options. But he ultimately went with a pencil, in case he wanted to erase something or edit what he wanted to write down. And it was messy to just cross something out and then write a new line. So, pencil it was.

Mechanical pencil specifically.

He did like himself a nice classic, yellow number 2, But mechanical pencils were also nice. And had some advantages over the solid normal pencils.

Shaking it to test the contents inside, making sure he had enough lead to use. But it felt like it had enough for him to move on to his other checks. Clicking the eraser a few times. he was trying to find out which pencil he had. As sometimes mechanical pencils would slip and made it harder to use. So, Fred had to test which one he picked up from the several he had in his desk. Clicking the lead out long enough, he lightly pushed on the end to see how much give it had. Only dropping into the pencil a slight bit. Which was good! Being gentle, less he snapped the lead early, he held down the eraser and slid the lead back into the pencil to give him just enough to write with. Giving it one click just in case, and then sliding it into the spiral of the small notebook he chose for this occasion. It didn't have too many notes inside of it, and there wasn't a specific theme to this one. So, he could use it easily enough for a laundry list for things to buy for the van later. Plus, it was perforated at the edges of the paper, allowing him to neatly pull out the page to leave on the fridge or something, to shop later.

With notebook in hand, it was easier to go downstairs then it was to go up. Gravity with him. But he made sure to toss another wave at the distracted Daphne before he disappeared from the second floor. Skipping down the wooden steps, Fred had to make a stop in the living room closet by the front door. To get his shoes. Slipping into the loafers, he went back into the hall to aim to go out of the back door of the house. Through the kitchen.

Reaching the swinging door, Fred forgot to pause and just pushed past the doorframe without checking.

But on the other side of the door, he didn't know that Scooby was on his way to bring Shaggy a batter that they had been mixing up to make some waffles on his waffle iron they had laid out. And it was less the surprise of someone coming into the kitchen that made Scooby move. But the curiosity of the sound of the door opening, making him turn his head and whip the batter out of the container in his mouth. Right into poor Fred's face.

Making the man pause, flinching as the batter splashed into his face. Freezing in place.

"Like' Sorry Fred. You ok?"

Shaggy's attention was also distracted by the sound of someone coming into the kitchen. And he watched as Scooby splashed Fred. Moving to grab Scooby by the collar before he moved to lick the batter off of Fred. Also nabbing the container to set it safely on the island in reach. Some batter wasn't bad, but too much might upset Scooby's stomach. And while it hadn't happened yet, Shaggy would rather avoid it if he could, since it had raw eggs in there. Ordering Scooby to sit and stay while he moved to clean up what spilled. Which thankfully wasn't much, but enough to get Fred in the face with. Earning a small whine from the Dane, who was being good and staying.

Unmoving from the open door, Fred drew in a long breath before letting it out.

"I should have looked..." He blamed himself. It was always a danger heading into the kitchen unprepared. But Fred forgot to check and paid for his lack of caution. "...Is any in my hair?"

Afraid for the Coif, he waited to hear if it was safe. Pulling back slightly when Shaggy pressed a warm cloth into his buddy's face.

"Nope, looks like' it only got one eye and a nose. And a small bit on your eyebrows. The rest is on the door frame and the floor. It's safe."

Patting him on the shoulder. Fred could just hear the smile in Shaggy's voice as he was amused and was cleaning the door around him. Pulling it lightly out of his grip letting him move his hands to the cloth and clean off his face in relief.

"Well, it was about my luck ran out. It's been a while. Usually it's the girls."

With the batter out of his eyes, Fred peered around. Blinking a few times before feeling like he could see again and he managed to clean his face. Turning his head to Shaggy, he peered at the man before asking a question.

"Did I get it all?"

"Oh, you missed a little. Here, let me help."

Lightly pulling the cloth out of Fred's hands. Fred closed his eyes and waited for Shaggy to get what he missed. Feeling a finger lift his face up slightly as he felt the slightly rough cloth wipe gently across his face. Shaggy moving to help Fred clean his face from the batter. It was probably one of Shaggy's dish towels from the kitchen, but lightly wet to help. Shaggy made sure to get everything, focusing at the corner of Fred's eyes, and a bit of his forehead he must have missed or smudged without getting it all of. Feeling the material rub into one eyebrow, as Shaggy tried to get the last little bit out. But soon Fred couldn't feel the towel anymore. Peeking one eye open to look at Shaggy.

"Am I good now?"

Grabbing Fred by the chin, Fred opened both eyes to watch and let Shaggy wiggle his face back and forth. Getting a good look at it to check if everything was cleaned up. Taking a moment to give his pal a once over, making sure Fred didn't walk off still waffle battered.

"Looks good to me. Sorry again Fred."

Standing up straighter, now that he had recovered and Shaggy helped him get the rest. Fred tossed Shaggy a smile.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I just hope you didn't lose too much batter on me. Though I think a certain someone earned a treat for being so good."

Fred shook a thumb at the wiggling mass that was an anxious Scooby who was being patient and sitting and staying. But not without a clear struggle to stay in one place. His paws dancing and clattering on the floor as he strained to obey but really wanted to double check that Fred was ok. In his own doggy way.

"Why don't you get it, so he might not jump up if you are distracting him with a treat and some scratches." Shaggy offered. Knowing how Scooby was. And he also wanted to make sure he got the rest of the batter off the floor just in case. Making sure no one might slip on a spot he missed.

"Ah, yeah. Alright, I'm coming Scoob."

Fred moved further into the kitchen to seek out the locked pantry that contained the Scooby snacks. As he could hear Scooby dance even harder at the word 'treat'. But still staying in one place like he was told. Reaaaaaaally wanting to not, but still managing to mostly sit in the same place. Fishing out his keys, Fred flipped the ring around till he found the small lock's partner. Letting the blond man get into the pantry. Reaching up on his tippy toes, Fred stretched to just nab the snacks without taking the box out. Grabbing a handful before one handedly locked the pantry up. The lock wasn't really a good deterrent when Scooby was serious. But it did help in general when the Dane was too lazy to pick the lock. And well, Daphne liked having locks around sometimes, so she got to keep sharp with her skills. Encouraging the rest of the gang to do that as well.

"Alright Scoob. Thanks for worrying about me. And being a good boy and waiting."

Fred opened his hand and offered the mass of treats to the dog. Closing one eye, Fred prepared for the next moment as Scooby nearly inhaled his hand along with the treats. Licking his palm clean before getting up and leaning into Fred's scratches. Which was added with the other free hand, to help him not get a slobbery kiss to the face.

"RI'm glad rou are r'ok Reddy!" Scooby said in between bathing Fred's hand to get all the crumbs and thumping the ground and anything in range with his happy tail.

"Well, you guys have fun making what ever you guys are making. I am heading outside. Just be careful next time Scooby. And Thanks for the help Shag."

"Rah rah!"

"Have fun Fred!"

Using Scooby's side to wipe off his hand from the slobber. As you do with a dog. Fred made sure he gave a bit of a double handed scratch to Scooby's side before straightening up and then heading towards the back door. Finally getting towards his goal. But he made sure to give a shoulder pat to Shaggy as he passed by to get outside. Tossing up a wave, Fred then opened the door and finally got to the backyard.

Crossing the grass in the backyard, Fred moved towards the Van. It was parked close to their garage. On one side of the house, the driveway went all the way from the street to where the garage sat in the back of the house. But since Fred had worked on the van earlier, and no one had driven the van since he lasted worked on her... she was sitting there, waiting for him. Running his hand down the side, he made his way to the back of the Mystery Machine. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the notepad he had tucked in there earlier. Which he was glad, since he probably would have dropped it in the kitchen when he got hit. Keeping it in one hand, Fred fished out his keys with the other. In a smooth and practiced motion. Fred opened the two back doors.

Throwing them open, Fred immediately looked down at a spooked Velma. Her letting out an 'eep' as he pulled open the door, surprising them both. Staring down at her for a second before grinning and greeting the woman.

"Oh, hi! Funny seeing you here!"