Ruby Roo Reats Rare Rock Roams
CALIFORNIA, USA Err. about the title: if you've watched the show you've probably raised an eyebrow or two at Scooby's (yes it's a Scooby Doo crossover.) problem with
his R's. Translation: Scooby Doo meets Sherlock Holmes Sorry if I don't get some things right I'm no surfer and I don't watch the Scooby show too much anymore. And some of my friends are really as dumb as
that admission boy.
When Sherlock Holmes pulled out of the mind-blazingly fast wormhole with unusual smoothness, they almost collided into a group of young surfers. With a playful grins, they each gave the "hang loose" sign and walked off into a nearby, old fashioned café. The detective watched them with a look of reproach, but parked the car. Lestrade and Holmes climbed out and stared at the nearby beach dome filled with a huge wave pool and lots of sand. "Wow." In his decisive nature, Holmes walked up to the nearby admission stand and asked the boy working there, "I beg your pardon, young sir, but can you please inform me of the location of the nearest hovercraft rental?" He asked about the rental place because Holmes and his companion had decided that it would be the best place to start tracking down Moriarty and Fenwick. But the boy stared blankly at the detective with confusion on his freckly features.
"Dude, your lingo is way weird - Ah, car rental, you said? Well the beach is right here if you're interested. Free suits, too!" He gave Lestrade the up-down look and winked at Holmes, who flushed. A look of disgust crossed Holmes' face as he glanced at the suit for men; so different from the ones of his time, although I'm sure he never went swimming for leisure. He tugged Lestrade aside, whispering, "Some teenagers here have nuts for brains. If he thinks I'm going to walk around half naked in that he is quite mistaken." Eyes scanning the beach side, they stopped with a gaze of curiosity and horror on a group of bikini-clad girls. Lestrade laughed at his amazement and said, "Don't worry, Holmes; California has a lot more than you think."
The skeptical eyes kept moving until they caught sight of the café the kids had disappeared into. He put on his "thinker" face and held his head back, hand around his chin. Lestrade smiled and led the way into the diner. It was filled with things like old music blaring out of jukeboxes, and truck stop booths and service, too. Holmes wished for the first time he wasn't wearing his Inverness; it was so hot and his old style of dress was getting bewildered stares. But, ever ready for new trends, the teenage boys were soon swarming Holmes and asking questions about his outfit. The girls, on the other hand, upset at having lost their boyfriends for the moment, gathered around Lestrade, giving unwanted tips on how to improve her and such things. The two New Londoners, pushing out of each of their little crowds, seated themselves at a booth in the corner. But Californians don't give up so easily. They followed the two weirdoes to their seat and kindly gave ideas for what to order. Another youngster, also wearing strange and different clothing, finally disbanded them. But he seemed quite an authority among the surfers, who obeyed with a shrug. Holmes thanked the boy with a smile and a nod. He was a tall, broad shouldered boy with blonde hair and a collared shirt with bell-bottoms. The voice he spoke up in was mild and pleasant, "Hope I did you a favor, mister; some people like all the attention. Need help?"
In a nearby booth, which he pointed out to the two strangers, were a group of his friends. The cluster of four (not counting the huge, brown Great Dane dog beside them) was certainly a peculiar one. The boy already mentioned, introducing himself as "Fred", was apparently the leader, since he took care of the introductions. Pointing at each in turn, he explained, "The other guy is Shaggy, the girl with glasses is Velma, the girl next to her is Daphne. Oh yea, and the dog is named Scooby Doo. He talks to you sometimes, if he likes you, that is." Fred grinned and the others waved with equally warm smiles. Shaggy was very tall and lanky, about the same build as Holmes himself, but with a foolish slack in his shoulders and a goofball grin. He had brownish, mussed hair, with a goatee to match, and also wore bell-bottoms. The dog and his apparent master Shaggy seemed to have bottomless appetites, since they wolfed down their meal in seconds and soon ordered more, which came almost immediately. Daphne, who sat besides Shaggy and Velma, didn't seem to notice his eating, continually glancing at Fred and checking her makeup. They were obviously "together", although Freddy wasn't as attentive to his girlfriend as she was to him. Daphne finally gave up with a stubborn snort and started picking at her food. Velma, the last one, wore think square glasses, but still squinted to see far off objects like Holmes and Lestrade. Still, she had a friendly smile and a smart, intelligent demeanor. All of them were dressed in a similar style to Fred who added sheepishly, "Um, sorry but we've kind of forgotten our last names. Nobody calls us anything else, anyway."
Holmes nodded again. "And, pray tell, what is it that you do? Nobody seems to defy your, shall I say, authority. And, I might add, everybody seems to know who you are very well." Fred, who didn't seem at all confused by Holmes' "lingo", grinned again and sat down. He ordered an ice tea, and then sat thoughtfully for a while, as if contemplating whether or not he should tell them the truth. With a vacant stare and a far off voice, Fred told them, "Well, mister, I guess you could say we're in the detecting business!"
At that remark, Holmes turned from being a bored inquirer to a man filled with an excited flame. "Really? How - What a coincidence! Well then, I guess you could say the same of us as well!" He pointed to himself, then Lestrade, who sat munching distractedly on crackers that were supposed to be eaten with soup (Our Beth Lestrade certainly has a careless disregard for the rules, no matter where she is.). By this time, the rest of Freddie's gang had pulled up chairs and joined their separated member. Velma, who was the last to squeeze herself into the booth, looked at Holmes with instant recognition. "Jinkies! You're Sherlock Holmes!"
The detective flushed proudly at the girl's flattering astonishment. And yet, only Fred was affected by this discovery; the rest of the gang was confused and looked to their leader for an explanation. He nodded sagaciously, "I remember having heard something about a guy bringing you back to life. I never thought if was real, though! What brings you two to sunny Cali-for-ni-a?"
Stealing one of Lestrade's crackers, Holmes smiled coolly, "Let it suffice to say that we're just doing our job. May I ask if you have any cases on hand? That is, anything eccentric and baffling?" He asked so earnestly and eagerly that he might as well have been rubbing his hands together with glee.
Velma, who have been expecting the question from the start, quickly replied, "There are a few, Mr. H, and the most interesting one is one that takes place up in Craggy C -" But she was interrupted by a loud, intentional yawn from Shaggy and Scooby. The girl glared at them and crossed her arms with a huff. "All right wise guys, why don't you pick a case that would interest the greatest detective in the world?" Shaggy coughed, and his voice, which was still cracking, by the way, said innocently, "I thought you said WE were the greatest detectives in the world." Man and dog wore identical grins, and even Freddy had to cover his chuckle, as Velma turned scarlet.
Daphne, who hadn't spoken until now, glared at the boys and snapped, "Oh come on, Shaggy! You know that Velma was being sarcastic when you two caught the wrong man in our last case! Besides, we shouldn't waste Mr. Holmes' precious time with our bickering." She batted her eyelashes with a sweet smile in Sherlock's direction. It was Lestrade's turn to cover a laugh and Holmes' turn to blush. Freddy covered it over quickly with, "Right, Daphne. I'm thinking Mr. H and Inspector Lestrade would like it if we took them along on our newest case up in Sotheby Hills." His friends all nodded their assent. So, after paying their bills, the Scooby gang, along with New London's best officers, headed to the Mystery Machine.
CALIFORNIA, USA Err. about the title: if you've watched the show you've probably raised an eyebrow or two at Scooby's (yes it's a Scooby Doo crossover.) problem with
his R's. Translation: Scooby Doo meets Sherlock Holmes Sorry if I don't get some things right I'm no surfer and I don't watch the Scooby show too much anymore. And some of my friends are really as dumb as
that admission boy.
When Sherlock Holmes pulled out of the mind-blazingly fast wormhole with unusual smoothness, they almost collided into a group of young surfers. With a playful grins, they each gave the "hang loose" sign and walked off into a nearby, old fashioned café. The detective watched them with a look of reproach, but parked the car. Lestrade and Holmes climbed out and stared at the nearby beach dome filled with a huge wave pool and lots of sand. "Wow." In his decisive nature, Holmes walked up to the nearby admission stand and asked the boy working there, "I beg your pardon, young sir, but can you please inform me of the location of the nearest hovercraft rental?" He asked about the rental place because Holmes and his companion had decided that it would be the best place to start tracking down Moriarty and Fenwick. But the boy stared blankly at the detective with confusion on his freckly features.
"Dude, your lingo is way weird - Ah, car rental, you said? Well the beach is right here if you're interested. Free suits, too!" He gave Lestrade the up-down look and winked at Holmes, who flushed. A look of disgust crossed Holmes' face as he glanced at the suit for men; so different from the ones of his time, although I'm sure he never went swimming for leisure. He tugged Lestrade aside, whispering, "Some teenagers here have nuts for brains. If he thinks I'm going to walk around half naked in that he is quite mistaken." Eyes scanning the beach side, they stopped with a gaze of curiosity and horror on a group of bikini-clad girls. Lestrade laughed at his amazement and said, "Don't worry, Holmes; California has a lot more than you think."
The skeptical eyes kept moving until they caught sight of the café the kids had disappeared into. He put on his "thinker" face and held his head back, hand around his chin. Lestrade smiled and led the way into the diner. It was filled with things like old music blaring out of jukeboxes, and truck stop booths and service, too. Holmes wished for the first time he wasn't wearing his Inverness; it was so hot and his old style of dress was getting bewildered stares. But, ever ready for new trends, the teenage boys were soon swarming Holmes and asking questions about his outfit. The girls, on the other hand, upset at having lost their boyfriends for the moment, gathered around Lestrade, giving unwanted tips on how to improve her and such things. The two New Londoners, pushing out of each of their little crowds, seated themselves at a booth in the corner. But Californians don't give up so easily. They followed the two weirdoes to their seat and kindly gave ideas for what to order. Another youngster, also wearing strange and different clothing, finally disbanded them. But he seemed quite an authority among the surfers, who obeyed with a shrug. Holmes thanked the boy with a smile and a nod. He was a tall, broad shouldered boy with blonde hair and a collared shirt with bell-bottoms. The voice he spoke up in was mild and pleasant, "Hope I did you a favor, mister; some people like all the attention. Need help?"
In a nearby booth, which he pointed out to the two strangers, were a group of his friends. The cluster of four (not counting the huge, brown Great Dane dog beside them) was certainly a peculiar one. The boy already mentioned, introducing himself as "Fred", was apparently the leader, since he took care of the introductions. Pointing at each in turn, he explained, "The other guy is Shaggy, the girl with glasses is Velma, the girl next to her is Daphne. Oh yea, and the dog is named Scooby Doo. He talks to you sometimes, if he likes you, that is." Fred grinned and the others waved with equally warm smiles. Shaggy was very tall and lanky, about the same build as Holmes himself, but with a foolish slack in his shoulders and a goofball grin. He had brownish, mussed hair, with a goatee to match, and also wore bell-bottoms. The dog and his apparent master Shaggy seemed to have bottomless appetites, since they wolfed down their meal in seconds and soon ordered more, which came almost immediately. Daphne, who sat besides Shaggy and Velma, didn't seem to notice his eating, continually glancing at Fred and checking her makeup. They were obviously "together", although Freddy wasn't as attentive to his girlfriend as she was to him. Daphne finally gave up with a stubborn snort and started picking at her food. Velma, the last one, wore think square glasses, but still squinted to see far off objects like Holmes and Lestrade. Still, she had a friendly smile and a smart, intelligent demeanor. All of them were dressed in a similar style to Fred who added sheepishly, "Um, sorry but we've kind of forgotten our last names. Nobody calls us anything else, anyway."
Holmes nodded again. "And, pray tell, what is it that you do? Nobody seems to defy your, shall I say, authority. And, I might add, everybody seems to know who you are very well." Fred, who didn't seem at all confused by Holmes' "lingo", grinned again and sat down. He ordered an ice tea, and then sat thoughtfully for a while, as if contemplating whether or not he should tell them the truth. With a vacant stare and a far off voice, Fred told them, "Well, mister, I guess you could say we're in the detecting business!"
At that remark, Holmes turned from being a bored inquirer to a man filled with an excited flame. "Really? How - What a coincidence! Well then, I guess you could say the same of us as well!" He pointed to himself, then Lestrade, who sat munching distractedly on crackers that were supposed to be eaten with soup (Our Beth Lestrade certainly has a careless disregard for the rules, no matter where she is.). By this time, the rest of Freddie's gang had pulled up chairs and joined their separated member. Velma, who was the last to squeeze herself into the booth, looked at Holmes with instant recognition. "Jinkies! You're Sherlock Holmes!"
The detective flushed proudly at the girl's flattering astonishment. And yet, only Fred was affected by this discovery; the rest of the gang was confused and looked to their leader for an explanation. He nodded sagaciously, "I remember having heard something about a guy bringing you back to life. I never thought if was real, though! What brings you two to sunny Cali-for-ni-a?"
Stealing one of Lestrade's crackers, Holmes smiled coolly, "Let it suffice to say that we're just doing our job. May I ask if you have any cases on hand? That is, anything eccentric and baffling?" He asked so earnestly and eagerly that he might as well have been rubbing his hands together with glee.
Velma, who have been expecting the question from the start, quickly replied, "There are a few, Mr. H, and the most interesting one is one that takes place up in Craggy C -" But she was interrupted by a loud, intentional yawn from Shaggy and Scooby. The girl glared at them and crossed her arms with a huff. "All right wise guys, why don't you pick a case that would interest the greatest detective in the world?" Shaggy coughed, and his voice, which was still cracking, by the way, said innocently, "I thought you said WE were the greatest detectives in the world." Man and dog wore identical grins, and even Freddy had to cover his chuckle, as Velma turned scarlet.
Daphne, who hadn't spoken until now, glared at the boys and snapped, "Oh come on, Shaggy! You know that Velma was being sarcastic when you two caught the wrong man in our last case! Besides, we shouldn't waste Mr. Holmes' precious time with our bickering." She batted her eyelashes with a sweet smile in Sherlock's direction. It was Lestrade's turn to cover a laugh and Holmes' turn to blush. Freddy covered it over quickly with, "Right, Daphne. I'm thinking Mr. H and Inspector Lestrade would like it if we took them along on our newest case up in Sotheby Hills." His friends all nodded their assent. So, after paying their bills, the Scooby gang, along with New London's best officers, headed to the Mystery Machine.