Back in the Stone Age, Fred, Barney, Chester and the Teen Angels were speeding down the highway.
A policeman then blew his whistle and Fred stopped the car, so a red stegosaurus and some firemen could pass.
"Boy, my feet are killing me." Fred rubbed his feet.
"You're telling me." Barney said. "They need to invent something that can help us drive cars without touching the ground."
"Junior, we're sorry to say that we lost your dad back at the supermarket." Fred said. "One minute he was there, and next thing you know, our friend, Chester appeared. Don't worry, we'll go back as look for him."
"No need, Mr. Flintstone." Junior said.
"Why not?" asked Barney.
"Because..." Junior reached into his fur and put on glasses, a bow tie and turned his hat backwards.
"Chester Junior?!" Fred and Barney gasped.
"Yep, that's me." Junior nodded.
"Where's Cavey Junior?" Barney asked. "He was right here a minute ago, now he's gone!"
"Not again." Fred added. "How is this even possible?"
"What're you, nuts?" Dee Dee asked. "That is-"
Junior shut Dee-Dee's mouth. "Quiet! You wanna spill secrets?"
"Boy Fred, this has been one freaky day." Barney said. "Anyways, since we are almost home, why don't we just have you two come over for dinner?"
"We'd love that." Chester nodded. "Right, son?"
"Right, dad!" Junior nodded.
The girls looked at each other with confused and exasperated expressions.
Eventually, the gang arrived at the Flintstones house. They got out of the car and opened up the door.
"Wilma! I'm home!" Fred shouted.
"Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!" Dino ran over to Fred, pounced on him and started licking his face.
"Dino, stop! Stop!" He grunted.
Dino continued to lick his face, prompting him to laugh.
"Ah...stop it!" Fred exclaimed, clearly feeling ticklish from the licking.
"Fred, do you have to get Dino so worked up when you come home?" Wilma deadpanned.
"Not my fault, maybe he'd calm down if we had him fixed!" Fred grunted.
Upon hearing that, Dino jumped off of Fred and ran to his doghouse.
As Fred got up and dusted himself, Wilma added, "Either way, I hope you remembered to buy the turkey, Fred."
"Yeah, about that..." Fred chuckled nervously. "I...well...sort of...accidentally..."
"Fred got the turkey stolen!" Barney cut him off.
"Stolen?" Wilma gasped. "Oh Fred! How could you?"
"It wasn't my fault!" Fred said. "Some giant mook came along and shook me down like a doll!"
"Well what're we going to serve now?" Wilma placed her hands on her hips. "Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm are going to be here tonight and we don't have anything else in the fridge!"
"How about you try ordering out?" suggested Chester.
"Chester?! Is that you?!" Wilma gasped.
"In the flesh." Chester smiled.
"My goodness! It's been years!" Wilma stammered. "We've got some catching up to do."
"But what're we gonna do about the turkey?" asked Barney. "The store was all out by the time we bought it."
"Like I said, you guys could try ordering out." Chester said.
"That's ridiculous." Fred scoffed. "But, since we don't have much time, I might as well swallow my pride."
"Shouldn't you report that thief, Mr. Flintstone?" asked Dee-Dee. "I mean, he could still be around."
"Are you nuts, Dee-Dee? The last thing I want when I time travel is to solve some creepy mystery." Brenda placed her hands on her hips.
It was then that Wilma noticed the girls.
"Fred, who are these three?" She glared at him. "And what are they doing in my house?"
"Well Wilma..." Fred stuttered. "You see...uh...um..."
"No worry, Fred, me will explain." Chester cut him off. "These me nieces and they just visiting me for the week. Right Junior?"
"No they're not, Dad." Junior shook his head. "They're the Teen-"
"Teenage nieces that are visiting us for the week!" Chester cut him off. "Right, son?"
"Oh yes! They are!" Junior nodded.
Wilma nodded thoughtfully as her brow relaxed.
"Well, why don't you go sit on the couch while I get dinner ready?" Wilma said as she put a giant, frozen ham in the oven. "This should be ready by the time Betty arrives with the kids."
Before Wilma could turn on the oven, Betty arrived with the kids.
"We're here!" They said.
"Oh my." Wilma remarked.
Meanwhile back in the present, Scooby-Doo continued looking for his friends.
"Raggy...Raphne...Rome out wherever you are..." He stammered.
While looking, he heard some creepy laughter coming from inside the funhouse.
"Ruh roh." Scooby swallowed.
Just then, a hand came out of a mirror and touched Scooby's back.
"Raaahhh!" He shouted and ran away.
A short while later, Scooby was in another room catching his breath.
"Roh no, what am I gonna do?" He wondered. "Row am I gonna find Raggy and Raphne now?"
As soon as Scooby caught his breath, he walked up on a swirly painted platform, which spun him around like a record and sent him rolling back to the mirror room.
Stars were swirling around Scooby's head as he tried to regain his balance.
Just then, a hand came out of a mirror and grabbed him by the collar, taking him into the mirror.
"Ripe!" Scooby exclaimed as he was dragged into the mirror.
Suddenly, he found himself in a strange place surrounded by staircases and doors from both the ceiling and the floor.
"Wh-where am I?" He shivered.
With his teeth chattering, Scooby looked around and surveyed his surroundings. He climbed up the staircase he was on standing on and went through a hole. When he poked his head in the hole, he found himself on another staircase downward and saw his hind legs and tail sticking out of the door he poked his head through.
"Ruh?" Scooby arched his eyebrows.
He pulled his head out of the entrance and found himself back where he was. He stuck his head in the entrance again and went through the same sight again. Then, he fully walked through the entrance and down the next staircase. Just then, the stairs transformed into a slide and Scooby began sliding down into a giant hole on the floor.
"Aaaaahhhh!" He screamed.
Author's Note:
Ruh Roh! Scooby's in trouble! How can he get out of this one? Stay tuned!