Hi to you all! I recently lost all inspiration to write, and so therefore almost completely emptied my hardrive of all my stories, but the other day, I went to fanfiction, read a bunch of other Scooby stories, read over my own, and BAM! There it was! I wanted to write! I was so happy! I still am! Yay! Here we go, all! I uploaded chapter one of this earlier today, then went and had to write another chapter! So here you all are!!

Purple

When Daphne arrived at headquarters not thirty minutes after she had called, she was in a very foul mood. Her face looked flushed with anger, for traffic had worsened since she had left the malt shop, and her thoughts had also gotten bad. Velma's sudden disappearance was at the very front of her mind.

She slammed the front door on her way in, and ran into the main room, her high-heeled violet shoes clicking on the tiled entryway floor. When she noticed that Fred and Shaggy looked relaxed and calm, both sitting and reading, her temper flared. She dropped her shopping bag from Abercrombie & Fitch (which contained Fred's new gray sweater), put her hands on her slender hips, and started to yell, a shrill, very unpleasant sound coming from such a pretty girl.

"Velma is out there somewhere, missing, and all you two can do is site here lazily, and read magazines?! I'm ashamed of you both! Now get up! We've got a friend to find!" The teenage girl walked into the middle of the spacious room (which, when they had bought the new headquarters, she had decorated in lush carpets of deep purple, walls of light violet, lilac couches and chairs, and of course, a snack bar full of Shaggy and Scooby's favorite treats), and grabbed Shaggy by the shirt from behind.

"Ow, ouch, like, hold on a minute, Daph! Velma's, like, fine! Let go!" Shaggy felt her release him, which made him breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh, then where is she? I'm not in the mood for a mystery, you know." She said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

Fred stood up from his comfortable position on the couch regretfully and walked slowly over to Daphne. "Daphne, we have to talk."

"About?" Daphne raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows at her boyfriend skeptically.

"Well, you see..." Fred hesitantly rested his hand on her shoulder and guided her to a place on the sofa across from Shaggy where the blonde had previously been sitting. "Velma is not missing at all. She left about two hours ago, having totally forgotten about your little shopping date...because...well...Daphne, she's on another date, of a different kind..."

Daphne paused before she spoke, trying to let this piece of news sink in. When it finally did, her voice broke out in a shout.

"She's WHAT? She NEVER TOLD ME! Freddy, why did she not TELL ME??" Huge crocodile tears welled up in the red head's eyes, and threatened to fall.

Fred put his arms around her in a comforting embrace, and softly tried to explain things to her. "I guess, for once, she wanted to go on a date without telling you because she wanted to do things her way, instead of always listening and doing things the way you want then to be done. You remember what happened last time she did things the way you wanted? With Patrick and the red...um...thing.."

Daphne pulled out of his arms and groaned. "Hey, she looked great in that! I don't know why she threw it away afterwards...I would've kept it and worn it again...but...oh, well, I guess you're right, but she's going to get it for not even TELLING me...you just wait until she gets home. I'm going to...well, ok, so I don't have a plan yet, but just wait!" She extended her finger and pointed out into the open. "I'll come up with a good plan to get her back for not telling me about her date! She should know better than to do that! But, for now, I'm going to go get dressed, for, you, Fred Jones, are taking me out to dinner, and no buts, because I'm not in the mood to hear them. Got it? Good." She pranced out of the room before Fred could even get in a word to tell her that Shaggy and Scooby were coming along for dinner, too. He shrugged and turned to his hippie friend and the large dog.

"Oh, well. She seemed to have taken it hard, though."

"Her? Man, I'm scared for Velmster. She's in for it. Woah, Daphne's really set on a roll this time. Should Scoob and I skip out on dinner tonight?"

"No way! Nah-uh. I'm not about to go alone with her tonight. Not while she's in this mood. Wherever we go to eat, guys, talk a lot. Try to make her forget Velma. For all our sakes. Can you do that?"

"Man, like that's no problem. Talking is way easy for me! For Scoob, too!"

"Reah, ralking reasy!" Scooby nodded his head up and down.

"Cool. Come on, guys. Let's get ready to brave the storm." Fred left the room in a bit of a hurry, wanting to get ready and leave.

Shaggy and Scooby stayed behind for a while, being of the lazy sort, not wanting to rush into anything.

"Man, I just hope that we don't run into Velma at all tonight. That wouldn't be good."

"Ruh-ruh. Ro rood rat rall. Raphre rould re rery rad."

"Yeah, very. I don't think this is going to be any fun tonight Scoob."

Well, not a very long chapter, huh? It's about as long as the last one. Yeah, well, you know me! I don't type very long ones. It's just not in me. Oh, well.

Here's a guide if you can't tell what Scooby is saying. It can get a little difficult if you don't know the "Scooby language", so to speak.

Reah, ralking reasy = Yeah, talking easy.

"ruh-ruh. Ro rood rat rall. Raphre rould re rery rad = uh-uh. No good at all. Daphne would be very mad.

Well, luv u all and God Bless!

LunaScoobyGurl