"Well, thanks for the welcome." Fred says, "But who are you?"

"Oh!" the man exclaims, "allow me to introduce myself. My name is Samwise Gamgee, but you can just call me Sam."

"Nice to meet you." Freddie says and he quickly introduces the rest of the gang.

"Like, this is getting stranger and stranger!" Shaggy exclaims.

"I know." Velma adds.

"This is extremely weird. First a bright light comes out of my ring, then we get sucked into it, then we go falling through a black hole then space, and now we land in some strange place called Hobbiton. It all doesn't add up." Daphne states.

Shaggy looks at the landscape. As he turns his head to look around some more he sees Velma standing next to a baby tree. He stares at her for a minute and then exclaims, "Like, Velma, you've shrunk!"

"Gee, thanks a lot, Shaggy." Velma says in an 'I'm not amused' voice.

"Like, really," Shaggy proceeds, "you've shrunk."

Velma just sighs. Just then Shaggy takes out a tape measure from his pocket and measures Velma. He looks at the results and gulps really hard.

"What's the matter, Shaggy?" Velma asks, "How tall am I?"

"Like, see for yourself." Shaggy replies handing the tape measure to her.

Velma looks at the tape measure then at Shaggy. "This is a joke isn't it?" She asks.

"Nope." Shaggy replies.

"Come on, Shaggy," Velma continues, "admit it, this is a joke, right?"

Shaggy shakes his head.

"For crying out loud, Shaggy," Velma yells, "I'm two feet high?!"

Shaggy nods his head.

"I don't see what's so bad about that." Sam says, "That is the average height of us Hobbits."

"Hobbits?" Velma and Shaggy ask in unison.

"Ewe!" Daphne yells out.

"What?" Freddie asks, "What is it?"

"My feet," Daphne replies, "they're all hairy!"

Everyone else look down at their feet. The shoes that they were wearing have disappeared including their socks.

"Ripe!" Scooby yelps, "Ry reet rare rall rairy!"

"Scooby," Velma says, "you're feet are always hairy."

"Roh reah!" Scooby chuckles, "Ri rorgot!"

"Like, my goatee's gone!" Shaggy yells feeling his chin.

"Are you sure your okay?" Sam asks in a confused voice.

"I don't understand, Mr. Gamgee." Fred starts. "You are a hobbit?"

"Well sure, aren't you?" Sam answers.

"Not the last time we checked." Daphne joins in.

"However, according to the circumstance, we are now." Velma concludes.

"What were you before?" Sam asks.

"Like, just regular people, man." Shaggy answers.

"Then, how did you get here?" Sam inquires taking a few puffs of his pipe.

Daphne takes the ring out of her pocket and replies, "This ring beamed us here."

"Get that thing away from me!" Sam yells backing off.

"Why? What's the matter?" Fred asks.

"Don't you see? That is the ring." Sam answers.

"The ring of Sauron?" Velma inquires.

"That's right." Sam confirms as Scooby begins to whimper.

"But I thought it was destroyed." Fred says.

"So did I." Sam says, "Come quickly. There is someone I think you should meet." With that, he quickly runs off into the direction of the town. The gang quickly follows him into one of the hills, which has been converted into a house.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam calls out as he knocks on the door, "Open the door. Mr. Frodo!"

Inside, the sound of pots and kettles hitting the floor can be heard. Sam instantly opens the door, looks down at a man lying on the floor covered in a pile of pots. He has curly hair, which has a few gray patches. He is dressed fairly much like Sam and has a pipe held firmly in his teeth. "Mr. Frodo!" Sam exclaims helping his friend up, "What in the world have you gotten yourself into?" Frodo brushes himself off and replies, "Spring cleaning."

"Looks more like Spring Messing." Shaggy whispers to Scooby, who chuckles lightly.

"Who are your friends?" Frodo asks Sam noticing the gang at the door. Sam quickly does a brief introduction. Frodo invites everyone into his living room. "Mr. Frodo," Fred asks as he enters the room, "I noticed earlier that you are missing a finger on your left hand. May I ask how that happened?" "This?" Frodo chuckles slightly as he points to his left hand here his ring finger would usually be. "A little accident." He replies as he fills his pipe with new tobacco, "I got into a fight with a crazy man, so to say."

"So, Sam." Frodo inquires lighting his pipe, "What's all this banging I was hearing on my door?" Sam takes a few puffs of his pipe and replies, "Urgent business, Mr. Frodo." "Business?" Frodo echoes, "What kind of business is there in the Shire?" Sam glances at Daphne and nods slightly as if signaling to her. Daphne takes the ring out of her pocket and hands it Frodo. Frodo looks at it. "Is this the business?" he asks. Sam just nods his head and responds, "Yes, Mr. Frodo. That's the business."

"But how could it—"

"Survive Mt. Doom?" Sam finishes the sentence, "I don't know."

"But we destroyed it ourselves five years ago." Frodo continues.

"Destroyed it?" Shaggy echoes thoughtfully to himself, "Are you, like, thee Frodo Baggins?"

"Yes." Frodo replies, "But how did you know?"

"We've got our ways." Fred replies.

"Wait, let me get this straight." Velma interrupters. "You two threw it in Mount Doom five years ago?"

"Correct." Frodo answers.

"Then, how did it survive?" Daphne asks.

"Just before Sauron died he put a curse on it." A voice coming from the door says.

Everyone turns to see a tall old man looking down at them. He is wearing a white pointy had which matches very well to his white gowns. He has a long white beard and a staff in his right hand upon which he leans on. Behind him, is a white horse grazing peacefully on the grass in the front lawn.

"Gandalf!" Sam and Frodo shout happily in unison.

"Frodo! Sam! How good to see you." Gandalf says as Frodo and Sam put their arms around him.

"What are you doing here, Gandalf?" Frodo asks.

"I'm looking for someone." Gandalf answers.

"Oh! Excuse me. Let me introduce—" Frodo starts.

"I already know who they are." Gandalf interrupts.

"But how?" Sam asks.

"Us wizards have are ways." Gandalf answers.

"Wizards?" Shaggy and Scooby gulp.

"I'm sorry everybody, this is Gandalf." Frodo says.

"Hi." Fred says.

"Will you join us for some tea?" Frodo invites his friend.

"No, thank you." replies Gandalf, "We don't have time."

"We?" Sam asks rather confused

"Time?" Fred inquires.

"Yes." Is the reply, "Now quick, grab a few clothes we have to go gather the others."

"Others?" Daphne and Velma parrot in unison.

"Merry and Pippin." Replies Gandalf as he heads toward the door trying not to hit his head on the low ceiling, "Now, come on."

Everyone else quickly runs out the door after the wizard.

"Merry," Pippin's voice calls out in the little home, "do you have any spare tobacco? I'm fresh out." "Over here." Merry calls back. He instantly enters the room with a sack full of fresh tobacco and hands it to his friend who fills his pipe and lights it. "Why don't you join me for a pint?" Merry invites. "Sure." Pippin smiles as he walks into Merry's parlor, "Why not? But uh, just between you and me, I'd rather have a gallon." Both hobbits chuckles amongst each other. Merry pours some beer into both Pippin's mug and his the two then begin joke amongst themselves.

Moments later, there is a knock at the door. "I wonder who that could be." Merry ponders as he arises to answer the door. Pippin sips his beer slowly he can hear in the background Merry's cheerful cry, "Gandalf! How good to see you again!" Pippin quickly sets down his mug and dashes off to the door. "Gandalf!" he exclaims happily running up to the old man and hugs him.

"It's good to see you boys again." The old wizard smiles, "My, you have changed."

"Just a few gray hairs here and there and a little weight gained." Merry chuckles, "Nothing really major."

Gandalf just smiles then says, "Quickly, you two, gather up some clothes we've got a long journey ahead of us."

"Again?" the two whine.

"Stop groaning and come on." Gandalf orders, "You will learn more later."