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Coolsville is just your basic ordinary city, filled with cozy homes, public schools, shopping malls, sporting fields, churches…yep, your basic ordinary city. Coolsville High happens to be the only high school in Coolsville. Coolsville High also happened to teach one special group of friends. This group was the picture perfect example of diversity. It had its trademark jock and leader, its cheerleading princess, a laid-back and mellow almost-hippie, and a brilliant and clever brain. Though the similarities are lacking, the group couldn't be tighter.

On the corner of the Coolsville lawn, at 2:55 every single day, there laid a brown Great Dane with black spots on the lawn. At 3:00 every single day, a bell rang inside the school. And every single day at 3:07, that group of four kids walked out the front doors of Coolsville High. And today, would pause that bit of clock-work for three entire months, for today was the last day of school for the year.

The group of four teenagers walked across the lawn of their high school, catching the familiar sight of the brown Great Dane. One of the teens quickened his pace towards the dog.

"What are everyone's plans for the summer?" asked the brilliant and clever brain, a.k.a. Velma Dinkley. She curiously waited to see who would be in town this summer.

"I'm heading off to Camp Evergreen in a few days," announced the jock and leader, a.k.a. Fred Jones, passing a football between either of his hands, "Swimming, basketball, rowing…the perfect summer."

"Like, I'm staying in good ol' Coolsville this summer," began the laid-back and mellow almost-hippie, a.k.a. Norville Rodgers, even bigger a.k.a. Shaggy. His voice cracked a few times as he went on excitedly, petting the Great Dame, a.k.a. Scooby (the talking dog), that sat beside him, "Nothing to do but, like, sleep in past noon and play groovy video games the rest of the day with my best bud while pigging out on all the junk food we can eat."

"How very productive, Shaggy," chimed in the cheerleading princess, a.k.a. Daphne Blake, laughingly, "My family's heading off to France this summer; I'll be shopping!"

"Like, how very productive, Daph," mimicked Shaggy good-naturedly.

"What about you, Velma?" asked Daphne after lightly shoving Shaggy.

"I'm going off to a camp as well," Velma began, adjusting her black glasses, "Camp Theory Number Three Hundred and Seventy Six. It's a math and science camp."

The other three nodded their heads. Fred and Daphne discreetly exchanged amused glances while Shaggy and Scooby scratched their heads.

"Hey, wait a minute," Fred said suddenly, "With Velma, Daphne, and I gone for the summer…what about Mystery Inc.?"

Velma's eyes widened and Daphne eyed Shaggy and Scooby thoughtfully. "Oh dear, I hadn't even thought of that."

"Well, what should we do? Should we close down for a while, Freddie?" asked Daphne, turning to Fred.

"Now, like, wait a minute," Shaggy spoke up. The three broke off their conversation, turning to Shaggy. Shaggy pointed to Scooby and himself and said, "Scoob and I will still be here. Like, we can handle it," Shaggy finished with a wide smile on his face.

It took a moment, but inevitably Fred, Daphne, and Velma finally started to crack up. Shaggy's smile turned into a frown and he said, "Like, what's so funny?"

"Reah, rut's ro funny?" echoed Scooby indignantly.

"Shag," said Fred, "you get scared even when the three of us are working on a case with you…how would you live through the entire summer with just you and Scooby handling all the cases?"

Shaggy folded his arms across his chest as he stared back at the three other teens defiantly, "We can handle it," he answered simply. Seeing the skepticism unyielding from their faces, Shaggy dropped his arms and went on in a pleading, hysterical voice, dropping down to his knees, "Like, come on you guys," he moved forward, his hands in a praying position, "Pleeeeease."

Daphne, with a raised eyebrow, said to Fred, "Why not? There's no harm in just trusting them."

Fred exchanged looks with Velma. Velma shrugged almost indifferently. Turning back to Shaggy and Scooby, he said, "I guess you're the leaders of Mystery Inc. for the summer."

Shaggy shot up off of his knees, jumping into the air, shouting, "Like, yeah! Alright!" Scooby was running around in circles at his feet, cheering right along with him.

"Does that camp of yours have a phone, Fred," asked Velma, watching the cheerful hippie and his Great Dane do comical cheerleading moves, while Daphne stomped over to them indignantly, scolding them for doing disgraceful cheers in her opinion, "I think we should probably stay in contact with Shaggy this summer."

A/N- Hi everyone! This is my first Scooby Doo story (I mostly write Harry Potter fics), so go easy on me. Looking forward to some positive feedback, and no flames, for they will just be ignored. I have a couple of notes for you all concerning the story:

1. The teens are all 16, 15 in Velma's case. They're suppose to be younger than they are in the cartoons, k?

2. This will probably be a Daphne/Fred fic and mostly show the story in their points of view.

3. This is just the prologue, so the other chapters will probably be longer than this.