Note: This chapter is kind of random (and for this story, that's saying something) and short, but my computer crashed, and I lost my story, so this is something until I get thing back in order. And, as odd as it seems, this chapter is a part of the whole story, and hopefully certain previous remarks will start to (sort of) make sense. I do not own Scooby Doo or any of his acquaintances.
"Gee gang, it looks like we're lost!"
"Jinkies, you're right Fred! My handy-scientific-scanning-device-which-conveniently-fits-in-my-pocket-and-is-insanely-out-of-place-in-the-current-time-period indicates that we are several miles off our designated course!" Velma agreed.
"Zoinks Velma, that sure is one long name," exclaimed Shaggy.
"Reah, Relma!" Scooby chimed in.
The Mystery Machine floated aimlessly about the Caribbean on the newly installed tire super-inflation device. As Fred studied the map he had spread over the steering wheel, Daphne canoodled up to him.
"Gee Fred, what are we going to do?" asked Daphne, twirling his ascot around her finger.
"Maybe-" began Fred, sounding strangely like he'd sucked helium. He cleared his throat. "Maybe we should split up and search for clues?"
Just then, Velma poked her head in from the back of the van, her eyes wide and buggy.
"Clue?" she shrieked. "Did someone say clue?"
"Uhhh… yeah Velma, we're going to split up. You, Shaggy and Scooby search the back of the Mystery Machine, and Daphne and I will look up here."
"Right." Then Velma disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
"So…" Fred said after a moment. "Should we, um, look for clues?"
Daphne didn't answer him.
"Wow Fred," she said. "This is a real groovy ascot."