"Excuse me, but have you seen a little girl? Short, black hair. Just turned Seven last month."
Harry Mason had been searching for his daughter for hours now, to no avail. He'd asked every lamppost and mailbox he could, but no reply ever came. This mailbox was the same.
"Oh well, I'm gonna go find Cybil."
Harry skipped off in his usual manner, singing his usual song.
"We're going to find my daughter, my daughter, my daughter. We're going to find my daughter, wherever she may…"
Splash. Harry was hit by water thrown up by a passing car.
"Hey! Watch… WAIT! PEOPLE!"
Harry ran after the van, shouting out for attention.
"HEY! WAIT!"
"Gang, did you hear something."
"Ruh huh."
"Like, Scooby says there was a person back there, man. We should go back there and see who it is."
"Ruh huh. Raggy's right."
The van slowed down. Velma didn't really think it was slowing down, more of a screeching halt.
"WAIT UP!" came the call. Thud came the sound. "OW!" cried the Mason.
Shaggy unbolted the back doors to the van, and opened them.
"Man, there's no one here!"
Scooby got out and looked around.
"Uh, Raggy?"
"Yeah Scoob?"
"Rook!"
Scooby was pointing at the front of the backdoor. Sure enough, Harry Mason was firmly stuck in the door. Removing himself, Harry pried himself off the door and stood facing Shaggy and Scooby.
"Ah, people. Look, have you seen a little girl anywhere? Short, black? About 7 feet… no, wait. That's not right."
"We just saw a girl back there. About 14, black hair."
"Oh. That's not my Cheryl."
"Roh rell."
Scooby and Shaggy got back in the van, and the Mystery Machine sped off.
"Bye, mister wizard!" Harry called, as he went back to trying to find his daughter.
"We're going to find my daughter, my daughter, my daughter…"