Chapter 6: Scooby Dooby Don't
It was then that I decided that I absolutely HAD to know what was going on. Those women should know better than to say things like that around me!! I turned to Annie, who wore a look of shock on her face.
"Annie?" I asked, almost hesitant in my next question, "Do you think we should find out what these women are up to?"
Annie's eyes sparkled. "Fi, this is so exciting!! A real adventure!! I feel like I'm Daphne and you're Velma!! Hmmm, maybe Clu could be Shaggy…"
"Annie!" I cried, "This is important!!"
Then I turned and began to tiptoe up the path which the two women had so recently walked upon. In a flash of comprehension I ran back to Annie.
"Why am I Velma!!?" I hissed.
Annie looked at me blankly.
"What?" she asked.
"Why am I Velma!!!?" I demanded, "I don't even LIKE Velma!!!"
"Well," said Annie, "you're more like her, calculating and thoughtful."
And you're like Daphne, I thought, a brainless bimbo.
"Whatever," I said hurriedly, attempting to change the subject, "Let's follow them."
And we would have too, if it hadn't been for those meddling boys and their inappropriate timing.
"Hey Annie; Fi," said Jack coming up behind us, "What's up?"
Annie and I jumped up and whirled around. Jack stared at us quizzically as Clu jogged up behind him.
"Hey, Jack!!! You found the girls!!" he broke into a broad smile.
"Fi," said Jack, "What were you doing hunched behind this tent?"
Annie straightened up. "Well, Jack, we were just spying on…"
"The performers!!!!!" I blurted out, "We were spying on the performers so we could get an autograph!!!"
"Well then let me be the one to solve your troubles," said Clu, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
Shrugging out of his grasp I stared at a scene taking place a few yards away. I grabbed Annie's arm and pulled her over to me.
"Annie," I whispered into her ear, "stall these two until I get back, I want to check something out."
And with that I turned around.
"You know, I'm going to find the bathroom," I said.
"I'll walk with you," said Clu.
"NO!!!!!" cried Annie as Jack, Clu, and several people looked at her.
"Uh…I mean…um…JACK!!! You need to show me how to…juggle…so that I can do it for a stage act!! Come on you guys, let's find something I can juggle with," she babbled, dragging them off with her.
Laughing quietly to myself I turned around and crept over to the scene that I found so very interesting. Hiding behind a barrel on the ground I watched as the tall redheaded woman we had seen earlier approached Carey, who was standing at a table strumming his guitar.
"Hi," she said to Carey, her voice low and sultry.
Carey turned and stared at the woman. Sheesh, you'd think he'd never seen a girl before!!
"Uh…hello," he said nervously.
Brilliant, Einstein.
The woman, hereafter known as Red, walked up to him and lightly ran her hand over his guitar.
"You handle your equipment very well," she purred.
I nearly hurled right there.
Carey blushed to the roots of his hair and nearly dropped his guitar.
"Um…thanks," he finished weakly.
"I'll bet you work out," she murmured, running her hand up Carey's chest, "You're very…defined."
Carey's eyes grew large. Say something you nimrod!!!
"Uh…hahahahaha…um…"
Not that.
"I was wondering," Red cooed, "why don't you come back to my trailer with me and I'll show you how well I can handle your…equipment."
EWWWW!!!!! Not hearing this, not hearing this!!!
Carey's eyes widened and his breathing became labored.
"Uh, well, um…er…uh…"
"CAREY!"
I turned quickly. MOM! I ducked down, pretending to be tying my shoe. Mom walked up to Carey and Red.
"Hi, Molly," croaked Carey, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
"Carey, what's wrong with you?" Mom asked, "Your face is flushed and you're sweating!!"
Red coolly stared at Mom, "Carey and I were just…talking."
Mom smiled. "Oh, that's nice. Carey, we have to rehearse, so maybe we'll see you later?" she asked turning to Red.
"Perhaps…" said Red, an icy tone unmistakable in her words.
Carey weakly grinned at Red, picked up his guitar and followed Mom, tripping over some rocks in the ground.
I watched Red as they left. She was watching Carey, a look of determination on her face.
"Well, if that's how you want to play it, Molly Phillips, I am also an expert. It's my move, and you're in checkmate…" she hissed, walking off.
I stared at Red as she stalked off. What did she have planned?
It was then that I decided that I absolutely HAD to know what was going on. Those women should know better than to say things like that around me!! I turned to Annie, who wore a look of shock on her face.
"Annie?" I asked, almost hesitant in my next question, "Do you think we should find out what these women are up to?"
Annie's eyes sparkled. "Fi, this is so exciting!! A real adventure!! I feel like I'm Daphne and you're Velma!! Hmmm, maybe Clu could be Shaggy…"
"Annie!" I cried, "This is important!!"
Then I turned and began to tiptoe up the path which the two women had so recently walked upon. In a flash of comprehension I ran back to Annie.
"Why am I Velma!!?" I hissed.
Annie looked at me blankly.
"What?" she asked.
"Why am I Velma!!!?" I demanded, "I don't even LIKE Velma!!!"
"Well," said Annie, "you're more like her, calculating and thoughtful."
And you're like Daphne, I thought, a brainless bimbo.
"Whatever," I said hurriedly, attempting to change the subject, "Let's follow them."
And we would have too, if it hadn't been for those meddling boys and their inappropriate timing.
"Hey Annie; Fi," said Jack coming up behind us, "What's up?"
Annie and I jumped up and whirled around. Jack stared at us quizzically as Clu jogged up behind him.
"Hey, Jack!!! You found the girls!!" he broke into a broad smile.
"Fi," said Jack, "What were you doing hunched behind this tent?"
Annie straightened up. "Well, Jack, we were just spying on…"
"The performers!!!!!" I blurted out, "We were spying on the performers so we could get an autograph!!!"
"Well then let me be the one to solve your troubles," said Clu, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
Shrugging out of his grasp I stared at a scene taking place a few yards away. I grabbed Annie's arm and pulled her over to me.
"Annie," I whispered into her ear, "stall these two until I get back, I want to check something out."
And with that I turned around.
"You know, I'm going to find the bathroom," I said.
"I'll walk with you," said Clu.
"NO!!!!!" cried Annie as Jack, Clu, and several people looked at her.
"Uh…I mean…um…JACK!!! You need to show me how to…juggle…so that I can do it for a stage act!! Come on you guys, let's find something I can juggle with," she babbled, dragging them off with her.
Laughing quietly to myself I turned around and crept over to the scene that I found so very interesting. Hiding behind a barrel on the ground I watched as the tall redheaded woman we had seen earlier approached Carey, who was standing at a table strumming his guitar.
"Hi," she said to Carey, her voice low and sultry.
Carey turned and stared at the woman. Sheesh, you'd think he'd never seen a girl before!!
"Uh…hello," he said nervously.
Brilliant, Einstein.
The woman, hereafter known as Red, walked up to him and lightly ran her hand over his guitar.
"You handle your equipment very well," she purred.
I nearly hurled right there.
Carey blushed to the roots of his hair and nearly dropped his guitar.
"Um…thanks," he finished weakly.
"I'll bet you work out," she murmured, running her hand up Carey's chest, "You're very…defined."
Carey's eyes grew large. Say something you nimrod!!!
"Uh…hahahahaha…um…"
Not that.
"I was wondering," Red cooed, "why don't you come back to my trailer with me and I'll show you how well I can handle your…equipment."
EWWWW!!!!! Not hearing this, not hearing this!!!
Carey's eyes widened and his breathing became labored.
"Uh, well, um…er…uh…"
"CAREY!"
I turned quickly. MOM! I ducked down, pretending to be tying my shoe. Mom walked up to Carey and Red.
"Hi, Molly," croaked Carey, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
"Carey, what's wrong with you?" Mom asked, "Your face is flushed and you're sweating!!"
Red coolly stared at Mom, "Carey and I were just…talking."
Mom smiled. "Oh, that's nice. Carey, we have to rehearse, so maybe we'll see you later?" she asked turning to Red.
"Perhaps…" said Red, an icy tone unmistakable in her words.
Carey weakly grinned at Red, picked up his guitar and followed Mom, tripping over some rocks in the ground.
I watched Red as they left. She was watching Carey, a look of determination on her face.
"Well, if that's how you want to play it, Molly Phillips, I am also an expert. It's my move, and you're in checkmate…" she hissed, walking off.
I stared at Red as she stalked off. What did she have planned?
