Chapter 3

The Fun Race Championship

The gang arrived at the large stadium as the time turned noon, with the midday sun high in the sky with a few white clouds slow-moving across the sky. Shaggy parked his car in his pit, which like the others was marked with white lines painted on the ground. He, Fred, Daphne and Velma made some last-minute checks to make sure that the vehicle was in prime condition before the race began. Scooby meanwhile had gone to one of the many snack bars and ordered thirteen hot dogs, five for himself with triple mustard, ketchup and onions, five for Shaggy which were similar to The Great Dane and one each for the rest of the gang which only had the normal amount of mustard, ketchup and onions expect for Velma's which only had the sauces on the sausage, she wasn't a fan of onions. The Great Dane arrived at the pits just as the gang had finished up on the car.

"Well, Shaggy looks like your all set to go." Velma said she closed the hood of the car and dusted her hands clean.

"Rnyone rant ra rot rog?" Scooby asked as he sat down.

"Thanks, Scooby." Daphne said as she took one of the hot dogs. Fred and Velma a hot dog as well before Scooby gave five to Shaggy. Scooby quickly ate the remaining five for himself, then licked his fingers clean before licking his lips in satisfaction.

The gang chatted amongst themselves as they waited for the announcer to call the racers to their starting positions. Unbeknownst to them, Georgina had entered the stadium. She looked around before taking a seat in the first row on the second floor. The dragon popped out of her cloak. He sniffed the cool air before the vampire gently pushed him back in so as not to be seen by mortals who would scream in terror if they were to see a real dragon, even if it was just a small one.

As the large stadium clock showed the time to be one o'clock, a southern male voice came out of the speakers as the last of the audience took their seats.

"Racers. Please report to your starting positions."

"Well, that's my queue." Shaggy said. He put his helmet on and got into his vehicle.

Good luck, Shaggy." Velma said.

"Thanks." Shaggy replied. He drove onto the track with the other racers. They waited for the lights to go green.

"Afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I'm William Joe. We're here live at Coolsville five hundred for the final race of the season." The commentator said. "The three leaders this year are Frank Ray, Don Northern and Norville Rogers."

As the commentator spoke, the motorsport marshal waved the green flag as the lights turned green and the cars zoomed off as fast as they could as they fought for first place.

The gang cheered Shaggy on as he drove as fast as he could. He had started in the middle of the left line but by the tenth lap, he had already gotten into ninth place. "There goes number sixty-nine, Norville Rogers, boy drives faster than a cheetah with salsa in his pants." the commentator said as Shaggy passed another car.

From the audience, Georgina watched intently as the red race car zoomed quickly around the track and passed serval of the other cars, her eyes drawn to the man in the green racing outfit in the red car with the number sixty-nine painted in white on both sides. Soon Shaggy was on the twenty-eight lap in seventh place. Before they were to go onto the twenty-nine lap the racers were to go for a pit stop to keep both themselves and their vehicles in top condition. Fred, Daphne, Velma and Scooby got ready as the cars made their way to the pits. As each car stopped in its respective pit, the pit crew worked as quickly as they could to get their drivers back on the track. Some were quick and their car was in and out of the pits. Once Shaggy got into his pit, the gang worked as quickly as they could. They quickly changed the tires, refilled the tank and cleaned the windshield. In less than five seconds Shaggy was back on the track and was quickly getting into the lead.

As the clock showed the time to be four o'clock, the sun began to set and the racers were on the final lap, Shaggy was neck and neck with another racer, Dom. They were soon approaching the finish line with both cars bumper to bumper.

"Rome rn Raggy." Scooby said at the edge of his seat.

The Motorsport marshal waved the checkered flag just as Shaggy took the lead. He crossed the finish line in first place with the crowd cheered.

"Norville wins it, Norville wins it. Norville has won the race and the season title." The announcer said.

In the pits, Fred, Daphne, Velma and Scooby cheered.

"Wait ago, Shaggy." Fred said.

"You were incredible out there." Daphne said.

"Well done Shaggy." Velma said.

"Reah, rell rone." Scooby said as Shaggy drove into the pits.

"Like thanks guys." Shaggy said, taking off his helmet.

In the crowd Georgina looked on, impressed by the tall, skinny man's racing skills. A small smile came to her. She had found the perfect person to become the new werewolf, the only problem was what to do with the other four.

As Shaggy had his picture taken with the winning cup and taken from serval local news outlets, Georgina left the stadium. When she was far enough and was sure no one was around she turned into a bat and flew off towards a nearby forest, carrying the dragon in her talons, to begin her plan to capture the racer and take him back to the supernatural world.

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