Freddie and Daphne are driving back to town to pick up the rest of the
gang. They had had a wonderful lunch of baked fish, southern fried
chicken, fries and coke. Afterwards, they went down to the old malt shop
for a sundae. Then they went for a little walk by the beach. For both of
them, it was a delightful little lunch-date.
Over at Shaggy's house, a black two-door Saturn pulls up into the driveway. On each side, two people, a man and a woman, climb out. The man walks to the rear of the car, opens the trunk and brings out some baggage. The woman moves her seat forward and lets out a skinny little boy.
He is big for his age. He has sandy-brown hair, which he wears in a shag style. He is wearing a gray spring jacket over a light green t-shirt, which, is untucked. His pants are simple light blue jeans and hang over his white shin-high socks and his blue and white Nike's. On his back he carries a tan knapsack in which he has a snack consisting of: two-dozen apples and other various fruits; thirty bags of chips; ten hotdogs; some chocolate sauce; fifteen hamburgers; twenty slices of pizza; a dozen boxes of Scooby Snacks; and quite a few bottles of water to wash it all down.
The lad takes a good look around the place. He had not been here for a few months, but not much has seemed to change. "Like it always has been." He thinks to himself.
After being satisfied with himself, he brings his fingers to his lips and whistles. Immediately, Scooby breaks through the front door at full speed and runs as fast as he can to the child.
"Scooby! Like wait! Hold it, Scooby!" the boy yells putting his hands in front and giving the Great Dane the stop signal. It doesn't work, for Scooby cannot stop he slides into the boy knocking him down. Scooby then proceeds to lick the boy's face.
"Relcome, Rorville!" Scooby barks happily waging his tail and looking into the boy's shining brown eyes.
"Like thanks, Scoob!" Norville responds with a smile on his face. "Like, get off me you silly pooch!"
"Rorry." Scooby says helping Norville get up. In return, he receives a few Scooby Snacks.
"Like, Shaggy you're finally here!" Shaggy says walking towards his nephew with open arms.
"Uncle Shaggy!" the boy well yells delight. He runs to his uncle and gives him a big bear hug.
"Like wow, you're strong!" Shaggy says putting little Norville down.
By this time, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers have come out of the house to greet their visitors.
"Hi, mom!" Sugey says putting both arms around her mom and hugging her.
"Hello, dear." Her mom responds also hugging her daughter.
Mr. Rogers walks up to John, both exchange a firm handshake and some how-do- you-do's. The both of them then head in with the baggage.
"Now let me look at you." Marjorie says pulling her grandson aside. "Why you have grown. You're becoming quite a handsome young man."
Norville just smiles. His grandmother had often joked with him on such things. Being at the age of seven, he didn't have to worry if he was a handsome child or not. He's way too young for dating. It is most likely that the thought of going out with girls has not entered the mind of the boy.
"Like, come-on, Norville." Shaggy says putting his little nephew on his shoulders, "Let's go into the kitchen for a little snack. Shall we?"
"Ri'm rith rou!" Scooby barks happily.
"Are you sure, Shaggy?" John Jackson says his son. "You already had your lunch. Must you really eat all the time?"
The two Shaggys look at each other, then at John. "Which 'Shaggy'?" they both ask at once.
Everyone bursts out into laughter.
"Oh," John agrees, "go ahead!"
Shaggy, happily skips off to the kitchen with Scooby at his heals and little Norville on his shoulders.
After they had gone into the house, Mr. Rogers walks up to John, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, "It appears that you are taking father lessons from me!"
"What do you mean?" John asks.
"I was the same way when Shaggy was a child!" Mr. Rogers says with a chuckle.
Over at the bookstore, Mrs. Copland is talking to Tina about different things in the news—her favorite subject. Fritz and Sam are wondering around the store with nothing better to do. Velma is in the back room doing paperwork such as bills, inventory, and incoming shipments.
Several other customers have entered the store. One is a policeman who came just to give Sam an update on the case—nothing. Some other people are 'Velma fans'. These people are always conscious on how they look, like Velma or not. They make it their business to wear horn-frame glasses, orange tops, and red skirts or pants. Being the ultimate 'Velma fan', means that one must do a lot more than this. For example, one must have: a lab in his or her basement; talk instinctually; spend some time working for NASA; and keep very high grades in school.
The moment they walk in, they ask Tina where Velma is.
"In the back room." Is the reply.
The group makes its way to the back.
Upon seeing them, Fritz asks Sam, "Did Velma do some cloning while I was away?"
"No." Sam replies, "Those are just her fans!" He then explains it all to Fritz on how it all came to be.
Meanwhile, over in the back room Velma is having a one-person conversation with her fans.
"...and when you explain the mystery, it makes me want to cry." One of the girls says.
Velma just smiles. She had gotten used to being told on how she had been an influence on someone. However, this time, it would be a bore. For she already has many things on her mind. She had been thinking about the mystery, waiting for a shipment of books to come in, trying to sort out the paper work in front of her, and to top it all off, she is tired—not the best situation for doing such things.
Velma, like any polite person would, listens patiently and smiles once in a while. Then, the girl speaking makes a sudden move startling Velma. She falls off her chair, landing of the floor scattering papers everywhere and loosing her glasses.
"Ms. Dinkley!" the girl cries helping Velma look for her glasses. "I am so sorry. Oh, please forgive me. I didn't know what I was doing. Please let me help you clean up."
Velma tries to look at the girl but sees only a brown and orange blur. She smiles. "There is no need to apologize." She comforts the young girl, "I needed something to wake me up anyway."
The girl smiles, happy to know that there are no hard feelings.
"But what you can do," Velma continues with a grin, "is help me find my glasses!"
"Sure thing!" the girl responds laughing.
Everyone else begin to tidy up the mess of papers. After fumbling around for a while, Velma finally finds her glasses under a sheet of paper. Putting her glasses on, she studies the paper. It is a list of orders from customers. She stares into mid air a while.
"Ms. Dinkley," one of the girls asks, "are you okay?"
Velma is suddenly snapped out of her daydream and responds, "No, nothing." She suddenly folds the paper up and places it into her pocket.
Soon after, the fans leave and Freddie and Daphne pull up in the Mystery Machine.
As Velma leaves to join them, Uncle Fritz asks, "Velma, how am I to get home?" Velma tosses him the keys to her car. Fritz smiles as Velma leaves.
After eating a 'little' snack, Shaggy took little Norville up to his room. As Norville unpacks his suitcase, Shaggy comes in with a huge box.
"Like, what's that you got there, Uncle Shag?" Norville asks.
Shaggy puts the box down on the bed and opens it.
"Like," he replies, "these are a few things that I was meaning to, like, send you for your birthday, but, like, since you are here, I might as well, like, give it to you now."
"Oh wow!" Norville exclaims as he sorts through the box.
In it is a t-shirt; baseball cap; hoodie; sweatshirt; and TIMEX watch all with the logo of Mystery Inc. Underneath all of the clothes, there are video games each based on some of the adventures of the gang.
"Like, Uncle Shaggy most of these games won't be on the market for, like, another six months!" Norville exclaims with a smile on his face.
"Like, I know." Shaggy explains, "I'm, like, in charge of the developing of the games."
"Like, thanks Uncle Shag!" he thanks his uncle as he hugs him.
After showing his new clothes and games to his parents, Norville puts his clothes into his drawers and starts playing the games with Shaggy while Scooby sits at their feet watching the screen.
After a while, Shaggy says, "Like Norville,"
"Like yeah Unc?" Little Norville responds.
"Well, like," Shaggy starts, "the gang and I are, like, solving, like, a mystery at, like, a spooky house."
"Really?"
"Like, yeah." Shaggy begins, "We are, like, going back there tonight. So, would you like to, like, come with us?"
"Like, are you kidding?" Norville exclaims, "I would love to!"
Right then, the Mystery Machine pulls up in front of the house. Norville puts on his new hat, runs down stairs with Scooby. He says good-bye to his parents and grand parents. He then puts on his shoes, jacket, and knapsack. He then leaves with Shaggy and Scooby to join Fred, Daphne, and Velma in the Mystery Machine.
Upon entering, he meets Velma in the back of the van working on her computer.
"Norville!" she says with a smile, "When did you come? Shaggy didn't say that you would be coming over for a visit."
"Like, that's just it," Shaggy says climbing into the Mystery Machine with Scooby, "I just learned that he was coming over."
"Well, I'm glad he came over." Freddie says looking into the back, "It's good to see the little fellow again."
One can say that Fred spoke for the rest of the gang. For they only get to see little Norville on the odd occasion—which, is not very often. Each time, the little boy looks more and more like his uncle.
As Freddie drives away, Velma takes a good look at little Norville.
"Jinkies!" she says after a while, "You have grown since the last time I saw you!"
"Like, I'm growing all the time!" boasts little Norville.
Velma smiles at this remark and pulls Norville's hat over his eyes. Norville laughs and fixes his hat.
Upon arriving at Sarah's house, the gang met Ms. Maclbe leaving. She says that she is going to spend the night in a hotel.
"But, like, why?" asks Shaggy.
"It's because if this haunting!" Sarah explains, "They are scaring me out of my wits!"
"That's okay," Velma says patting Sarah on the back, "you go ahead and have a good night's sleep."
After Sarah leaves, the gang head to the backyard. It is now very dark outside. As they walk to the flowerbed, Velma begins to chicken out again. Noticing this, Shaggy asks holding up a box, "Would you like to, like, try another Scooby Snack, Velma?" Velma smiles. "No thanks, Shaggy." She says. "I think I'll pull through." "Like, she may not want them," little Norville speaks up snatching the box out of his uncle's hand, "but, like, I'll have them!" He then takes a hand full of Scooby snacks, stuffs them into his mouth and then gives a few to Scooby.
Upon reaching the flowerbed, Fred begins to move around the dirt. Velma becomes a bit tense for a moment. Suddenly there is a gust of wind nearly blowing the gang off their feet.
Velma quickly grabs Scooby. "She's coming again, Scooby." She whimpers, "She's coming."
There is then a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning.
"Golly!" Fred exclaims, "Did you see that?!"
"And there's not a cloud in the sky!" indicates Daphne.
There is another flash of lightning this time comes a woman this time in the form of a spirit with one hand in her jacket pocket.
"It's her!" Velma screams, "It's her!"
The woman then screeches, "I'll kill her!"
"Kill who?" Daphne asks clutching Freddie tightly.
"I don't know." Her boy friend responds.
The woman screams again. Little Norville jumps into his uncle's arms in terror.
Seeing the gang in the state of horror, the woman throws her head back and laughs. She then takes her hand out of her pocket, which, contains a gun.
"And that's the same gun as last time!" Velma yells.
The spirit then begins to fire the gun aimlessly in every direction.
Trying to dodge the deadly flying pieces of lead as best he can yells, "Quick, everybody inside!"
Everyone scream as they run inside.
Over at Shaggy's house, a black two-door Saturn pulls up into the driveway. On each side, two people, a man and a woman, climb out. The man walks to the rear of the car, opens the trunk and brings out some baggage. The woman moves her seat forward and lets out a skinny little boy.
He is big for his age. He has sandy-brown hair, which he wears in a shag style. He is wearing a gray spring jacket over a light green t-shirt, which, is untucked. His pants are simple light blue jeans and hang over his white shin-high socks and his blue and white Nike's. On his back he carries a tan knapsack in which he has a snack consisting of: two-dozen apples and other various fruits; thirty bags of chips; ten hotdogs; some chocolate sauce; fifteen hamburgers; twenty slices of pizza; a dozen boxes of Scooby Snacks; and quite a few bottles of water to wash it all down.
The lad takes a good look around the place. He had not been here for a few months, but not much has seemed to change. "Like it always has been." He thinks to himself.
After being satisfied with himself, he brings his fingers to his lips and whistles. Immediately, Scooby breaks through the front door at full speed and runs as fast as he can to the child.
"Scooby! Like wait! Hold it, Scooby!" the boy yells putting his hands in front and giving the Great Dane the stop signal. It doesn't work, for Scooby cannot stop he slides into the boy knocking him down. Scooby then proceeds to lick the boy's face.
"Relcome, Rorville!" Scooby barks happily waging his tail and looking into the boy's shining brown eyes.
"Like thanks, Scoob!" Norville responds with a smile on his face. "Like, get off me you silly pooch!"
"Rorry." Scooby says helping Norville get up. In return, he receives a few Scooby Snacks.
"Like, Shaggy you're finally here!" Shaggy says walking towards his nephew with open arms.
"Uncle Shaggy!" the boy well yells delight. He runs to his uncle and gives him a big bear hug.
"Like wow, you're strong!" Shaggy says putting little Norville down.
By this time, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers have come out of the house to greet their visitors.
"Hi, mom!" Sugey says putting both arms around her mom and hugging her.
"Hello, dear." Her mom responds also hugging her daughter.
Mr. Rogers walks up to John, both exchange a firm handshake and some how-do- you-do's. The both of them then head in with the baggage.
"Now let me look at you." Marjorie says pulling her grandson aside. "Why you have grown. You're becoming quite a handsome young man."
Norville just smiles. His grandmother had often joked with him on such things. Being at the age of seven, he didn't have to worry if he was a handsome child or not. He's way too young for dating. It is most likely that the thought of going out with girls has not entered the mind of the boy.
"Like, come-on, Norville." Shaggy says putting his little nephew on his shoulders, "Let's go into the kitchen for a little snack. Shall we?"
"Ri'm rith rou!" Scooby barks happily.
"Are you sure, Shaggy?" John Jackson says his son. "You already had your lunch. Must you really eat all the time?"
The two Shaggys look at each other, then at John. "Which 'Shaggy'?" they both ask at once.
Everyone bursts out into laughter.
"Oh," John agrees, "go ahead!"
Shaggy, happily skips off to the kitchen with Scooby at his heals and little Norville on his shoulders.
After they had gone into the house, Mr. Rogers walks up to John, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, "It appears that you are taking father lessons from me!"
"What do you mean?" John asks.
"I was the same way when Shaggy was a child!" Mr. Rogers says with a chuckle.
Over at the bookstore, Mrs. Copland is talking to Tina about different things in the news—her favorite subject. Fritz and Sam are wondering around the store with nothing better to do. Velma is in the back room doing paperwork such as bills, inventory, and incoming shipments.
Several other customers have entered the store. One is a policeman who came just to give Sam an update on the case—nothing. Some other people are 'Velma fans'. These people are always conscious on how they look, like Velma or not. They make it their business to wear horn-frame glasses, orange tops, and red skirts or pants. Being the ultimate 'Velma fan', means that one must do a lot more than this. For example, one must have: a lab in his or her basement; talk instinctually; spend some time working for NASA; and keep very high grades in school.
The moment they walk in, they ask Tina where Velma is.
"In the back room." Is the reply.
The group makes its way to the back.
Upon seeing them, Fritz asks Sam, "Did Velma do some cloning while I was away?"
"No." Sam replies, "Those are just her fans!" He then explains it all to Fritz on how it all came to be.
Meanwhile, over in the back room Velma is having a one-person conversation with her fans.
"...and when you explain the mystery, it makes me want to cry." One of the girls says.
Velma just smiles. She had gotten used to being told on how she had been an influence on someone. However, this time, it would be a bore. For she already has many things on her mind. She had been thinking about the mystery, waiting for a shipment of books to come in, trying to sort out the paper work in front of her, and to top it all off, she is tired—not the best situation for doing such things.
Velma, like any polite person would, listens patiently and smiles once in a while. Then, the girl speaking makes a sudden move startling Velma. She falls off her chair, landing of the floor scattering papers everywhere and loosing her glasses.
"Ms. Dinkley!" the girl cries helping Velma look for her glasses. "I am so sorry. Oh, please forgive me. I didn't know what I was doing. Please let me help you clean up."
Velma tries to look at the girl but sees only a brown and orange blur. She smiles. "There is no need to apologize." She comforts the young girl, "I needed something to wake me up anyway."
The girl smiles, happy to know that there are no hard feelings.
"But what you can do," Velma continues with a grin, "is help me find my glasses!"
"Sure thing!" the girl responds laughing.
Everyone else begin to tidy up the mess of papers. After fumbling around for a while, Velma finally finds her glasses under a sheet of paper. Putting her glasses on, she studies the paper. It is a list of orders from customers. She stares into mid air a while.
"Ms. Dinkley," one of the girls asks, "are you okay?"
Velma is suddenly snapped out of her daydream and responds, "No, nothing." She suddenly folds the paper up and places it into her pocket.
Soon after, the fans leave and Freddie and Daphne pull up in the Mystery Machine.
As Velma leaves to join them, Uncle Fritz asks, "Velma, how am I to get home?" Velma tosses him the keys to her car. Fritz smiles as Velma leaves.
After eating a 'little' snack, Shaggy took little Norville up to his room. As Norville unpacks his suitcase, Shaggy comes in with a huge box.
"Like, what's that you got there, Uncle Shag?" Norville asks.
Shaggy puts the box down on the bed and opens it.
"Like," he replies, "these are a few things that I was meaning to, like, send you for your birthday, but, like, since you are here, I might as well, like, give it to you now."
"Oh wow!" Norville exclaims as he sorts through the box.
In it is a t-shirt; baseball cap; hoodie; sweatshirt; and TIMEX watch all with the logo of Mystery Inc. Underneath all of the clothes, there are video games each based on some of the adventures of the gang.
"Like, Uncle Shaggy most of these games won't be on the market for, like, another six months!" Norville exclaims with a smile on his face.
"Like, I know." Shaggy explains, "I'm, like, in charge of the developing of the games."
"Like, thanks Uncle Shag!" he thanks his uncle as he hugs him.
After showing his new clothes and games to his parents, Norville puts his clothes into his drawers and starts playing the games with Shaggy while Scooby sits at their feet watching the screen.
After a while, Shaggy says, "Like Norville,"
"Like yeah Unc?" Little Norville responds.
"Well, like," Shaggy starts, "the gang and I are, like, solving, like, a mystery at, like, a spooky house."
"Really?"
"Like, yeah." Shaggy begins, "We are, like, going back there tonight. So, would you like to, like, come with us?"
"Like, are you kidding?" Norville exclaims, "I would love to!"
Right then, the Mystery Machine pulls up in front of the house. Norville puts on his new hat, runs down stairs with Scooby. He says good-bye to his parents and grand parents. He then puts on his shoes, jacket, and knapsack. He then leaves with Shaggy and Scooby to join Fred, Daphne, and Velma in the Mystery Machine.
Upon entering, he meets Velma in the back of the van working on her computer.
"Norville!" she says with a smile, "When did you come? Shaggy didn't say that you would be coming over for a visit."
"Like, that's just it," Shaggy says climbing into the Mystery Machine with Scooby, "I just learned that he was coming over."
"Well, I'm glad he came over." Freddie says looking into the back, "It's good to see the little fellow again."
One can say that Fred spoke for the rest of the gang. For they only get to see little Norville on the odd occasion—which, is not very often. Each time, the little boy looks more and more like his uncle.
As Freddie drives away, Velma takes a good look at little Norville.
"Jinkies!" she says after a while, "You have grown since the last time I saw you!"
"Like, I'm growing all the time!" boasts little Norville.
Velma smiles at this remark and pulls Norville's hat over his eyes. Norville laughs and fixes his hat.
Upon arriving at Sarah's house, the gang met Ms. Maclbe leaving. She says that she is going to spend the night in a hotel.
"But, like, why?" asks Shaggy.
"It's because if this haunting!" Sarah explains, "They are scaring me out of my wits!"
"That's okay," Velma says patting Sarah on the back, "you go ahead and have a good night's sleep."
After Sarah leaves, the gang head to the backyard. It is now very dark outside. As they walk to the flowerbed, Velma begins to chicken out again. Noticing this, Shaggy asks holding up a box, "Would you like to, like, try another Scooby Snack, Velma?" Velma smiles. "No thanks, Shaggy." She says. "I think I'll pull through." "Like, she may not want them," little Norville speaks up snatching the box out of his uncle's hand, "but, like, I'll have them!" He then takes a hand full of Scooby snacks, stuffs them into his mouth and then gives a few to Scooby.
Upon reaching the flowerbed, Fred begins to move around the dirt. Velma becomes a bit tense for a moment. Suddenly there is a gust of wind nearly blowing the gang off their feet.
Velma quickly grabs Scooby. "She's coming again, Scooby." She whimpers, "She's coming."
There is then a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning.
"Golly!" Fred exclaims, "Did you see that?!"
"And there's not a cloud in the sky!" indicates Daphne.
There is another flash of lightning this time comes a woman this time in the form of a spirit with one hand in her jacket pocket.
"It's her!" Velma screams, "It's her!"
The woman then screeches, "I'll kill her!"
"Kill who?" Daphne asks clutching Freddie tightly.
"I don't know." Her boy friend responds.
The woman screams again. Little Norville jumps into his uncle's arms in terror.
Seeing the gang in the state of horror, the woman throws her head back and laughs. She then takes her hand out of her pocket, which, contains a gun.
"And that's the same gun as last time!" Velma yells.
The spirit then begins to fire the gun aimlessly in every direction.
Trying to dodge the deadly flying pieces of lead as best he can yells, "Quick, everybody inside!"
Everyone scream as they run inside.