"Oh," Daphne felt the rock in her heart sink through towards her stomach. "Uh, he couldn't make it?"

"Yeah, he said he had something to do… that he couldn't prevent."

"Oh," the bride-to-be repeated herself. Why is he doing this? He knows how important it is for me that he be here! He has to be here! The teenager felt her emotions flip upside-down. "Why didn't he mention this last week?"

"It was probably last minute," Shaggy tried to improvise, but he knew that it wasn't the truth.

"Do you have your old, new, borrowed, and blue items?" Velma didn't want her friend to be upset.

"I do."

"Not yet, Daph," Shaggy joked.

"Ha ha. I have your new hair clip, Velma." Daphne showed the pin attached to her hair, though it would be hidden by her veil.

"I borrowed your pocket-sized-cookbook, Shaggy."

"What!" He looked hurt. "Alright… but like, I need that back after the reception." Shaggy was well-known for his large eating habits.

"And," Daphne smiled at Scooby. "I have your blue dog tag," it hung from a chain on her neck. It smelled really bad, but that sort of made it special.

The organ music grew louder, signaling that the wedding was about to begin. "What's the new thing that you have?"

The red-head dipped her hand into her right sleeve, and reappeared with an orange cloth.

"Red's rascot?" Scooby spoke in his dog accent.

"His first one. Fred gave it to me when he was fourteen. It was my goodbye present for when I went to camp for the summer. We wrote each other every day. Twice, on Sundays, because it would always rain that day, and we'd be bored." Daphne gave a small smile at the memory. Fred would always be close to her heart, even if he wasn't there that day.

"Hey," Charles Burns, Jacob's father, popped his head into the doorway. "We need the flower girl."

Shoogy, Shaggy's 6 year old sister, straightened out her beautiful yellow dress, and practiced throwing her flowers. She then giggled, and began walking down the aisle. Flashes from cameras and ahs and oohs came from the wedding guests. Shoogy put on the drama, as she dipped low every time she tossed the petals.

"The bride's maid is next!" Velma straightened her back, and walked casually down the lane. Her slinky red dress was spaghetti strapped and glittered from the chandelier's reflection. The teen blushed at cat-calls from some of her college friends. She reached the alter, and took her place on the stairs.

Then came the ring bearer, who was five-year-old Johnny. He seemed fine until he reached about halfway towards his destination. He tripped over the edge of a rug that had scuffed up. The ring rolled into the seating area, and poor Johnny hit the floor with a thud. While some people searched for the ring, others went to help the crying child.

Shaggy, who had taken his seat already, was the first one to reach the youngest Burns child. The teenager leaned in and whispered something to Johnny. The boy shook his head the first time. But when Shaggy leaned in again, the ring bearer sprung up like a daisy. Quickly he made his way to the head of the church.

Once the ruckus had calmed down, and the ring recovered, Velma mouthed to Shaggy, 'What did you say to him?"

The man smiled boyishly. "I told him that the carpet was possessed by an evil spirit!"

Velma tried not to giggle, though Shaggy always had a way of making her laugh.

Dmm, dmm-dmm-dmm DMM. Dmm, dmm, dmm DMM.

Everyone stood up, as beautiful Daphne began her way down the road to marriage. She wore a glossy, white gown that grew transparent as it reached towards her hands. It expanded out at her wrists. She looked slightly silly with a dog tag hanging from her neck, but she really didn't care.

Carrying her train, in his mouth, was none other then Scooby-Doo.

Once beside her fiancée', and Scooby by Velma's side, Daphne nodded to the priest. He fiddled with his glasses, and then started. "Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to bind Jacob Burns and Daphne Blake in holy matrimony. Before we begin, is there anybody here who has reason to oppose to these two getting married?"

There was silence for several seconds, and just as the priest opened his mouth…

"YES!" Many gasped, as Fred Jones opened the large doors, and appeared tall and sweaty. "You are not getting married, Daphne!"