Disclaimer: I don't own Scooby Doo or all of his little friends, but I do own Dyl!

Velma wanted to get off the taxi now more than ever. How could things get worse!? She got a rotten apple for a student, and now that wormy apple just barked at her. Velma frowned and stared outside the window.

"(I really hope she learns something!)" She thought. "(This mentor thing better be worth it…)" There was silence for a long time. No one dared to speak. Well, that was until…

"I'm sorry."

Velma suddenly sprang to attention. Did Dylan just apologize? Velma directed her attention to her student. "Dylan?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Dinkley…" Dylan said, turning to her mentor, her gray eyes now filled with warmth. "I…I didn't mean to…I-I-"

"It's alright, Dylan." Smiled Velma. Dylan then returned with a small smile. "Just…try to control your temper next time, OK?"

"OK."

Back at Mystery Inc. headquarters…

"I'll get it!" Daphne volunteered, heading towards the door. "Hm…wonder who this could be?" Daphne opened the door and saw a pudgy pimply boy with glasses standing there on the doorstep.

"Oh…hello! Who might you be?" Daphne asked the boy nicely. The boy looked at her.

"Are you Ms. Blake?" asked the boy. The redhead was surprised.

"Why…yes. Yes I am." Confirmed Daphne. "So…uh…what do you want?"

"Um…Ms. Blake..." Uttered the boy. Daphne was smiling intently, waiting for the sentence to finish. "You're my mentor for Career Day!"

"What!? Me, a mentor!?"

Back in the taxi…

"Look! We're here!" Velma exclaimed, pointing outside the window. Dylan peered through the glass.

"The Coolsville Criminology Museum." Dylan said unemotionally. "What will we do here?"

"Well…first we have to learn what being a detective is about." Velma explained.

"Boring…" Dylan snarled. Luckily, Velma didn't hear it. "(Man, what I want to do is investigate a crime scene or something…)" The two girls alighted the taxi and paid for the fare. Velms and Dyl made their way up the long flight of stairs to the museum lobby.

"Velma! Hey!" A man called out to Velma. He had sandy, untidy hair, wore glasses and wasn't exactly a giant.

"Hey Patrick." It was the museum curator, Patrick Wisely. He's not just the curator. He's also…

"Your boyfriend?" Dylan suddenly asked Velma. Velma bit her lip and began to blush. Patrick's ears turned bright pink.

"Uh…ah…um…Pat, this is Dylan. She's my student for career day. "Dylan, this is Patrick Wisely. Museum curator and…my friend." Lied Velma, putting an emphasis on the word 'friend'. Dylan began showing an eavesdropping face.

"Hi." That's all Dylan said. She then wanted to look around. "Velma, can I go look around?"

"Sure, Dyl." Velma affirmed. Dylan nodded and walked off. Velma brushed away some of the fringes from her face and started to get all putty-like.

"So…nice weather we're having…"

We're going to tag along Dylan for a while…

As for Dylan, she went to the Mystery Inc. exhibit immediately, hoping to see the radical costumes stupid villains used to commit crimes, but got foiled by the gang. Dylan remembered how Jonathan Jacobo used Randamonium to bring the costumes to life. All of the authentic costumes were destroyed, and now only replicas were displayed in the museum.

"Cool! Chickenstein!" Dylan exclaimed, examining the half-chicken, half-man costume. These were the kind of stuff that made her happy. Freaky mutations and the like. She was busy examining the Wax Phantom replica when she sensed something moving in the nest hallway. Now, Dylan's sensory organs were unusually strong and sensitive. The girl in black walked down the hallway, enclosed with walls lined with paintings of famous criminals and kleptos. With a cat's stealth, she was able to follow the mysterious figure without getting caught. It went down a staircase leading to the museum basement.

"…The basement…humph. Typical hideout for stolen stuff…" Dylan said in a low whisper. She continued to follow the mystery man, going down the basement staircase. She caught sight of the thing again and saw it disappear in the darkness. This prompted Dylan to act quickly. She got to where the creature went, but didn't catch up with it.

"…Shoot." Dylan leered. She then decided to let it go. "I must've been seeing things. I only had a donut this morning." But then she slipped on something on the floor.

"Ow! What the…" Dylan felt a sticky greasy goo smothered on her hand. The goo smelled like petroleum. "…Oil…" She the got up and decided to go back to Velma.

"I think there's a mystery to solve."