The Mystery Machine motors down the road. Four meddlesome mystery teens and their mutt fill the van. Behind the wheel sits Fred Jones. Directly to his right sits Velma Dinkley, her nose buried in a book. Beside the bookworm is Daphne Blake, stareing out the window. In the back of the van are Norville 'Shaggy' Rogers and his Great Dane, Scooby-Doo.
Much to the annoyance of the other occupants of the van, Shaggy has been giving a running commentary as he attempts to beat the high score on the video game, Food Ninja.
You might be wondering where Mystery Incorporated are off to today. Velma's uncle, Walter Craig have invited them to Glasgow. As Fred expertly navigates the winding streets of Glasgow, trying to find a parking spot, Scooby sees a box appear. He frantically looks around the van, trying to ascertain if any of the humans had seen the boxes mysterious appearance.
Once the Great Dane has determined that no one has reacted, he decides to bring attention to the box. "Raggy, Raggy, rook!" he says, tugging at the teens green shirt.
"Like, what, Scoob? I've almost broken the high score of Food Ninja." Simultaneously the occupants of the van breathe a sigh of relief, this means the non-stop commentary has finally reached a gratuitous end.
Scooby, still trying to glean the humans attention only pulls at his t-shirt more furiously, "Rook, Raggy," he once again says, pointing toward the box.
Shaggy reluctantly puts the game down looking from the van, which Fred has just successfully parked, to where Scooby is pointing. But before the green-shirted teen can respond, Velma speaks.
"That's a police box from the 1950's. You'd see them everywhere in the cities. I didn't read anywhere about them having one here. Maybe it's a new exhibit for the mueseum."
The Great Dane vigorously shakes his head, disputing what the bookworm had said, "Rit rust rappeared."
"A blue box mysteriously appearing? Really Scooby, that seems highly unlikely. A real estate agent masquerading as a ghost, sure. But a box randomly appearing out of thin air, I don't think so," Fred says, turning around to face the dog.
Before the meddlesome mutt can respond, a man strolls from the box, seemingly not a care in the world. The man is dressed in the most atrocious rainbow coat that anyone in the gang has ever seen. The mysterious man isn't paying attention to anything, except the gadget he holds firmly in his grasp.
"Ree, ri rold rou!" Scooby declares, proudly.
"I'm sorry, Scooby, but just because a man walks out of the box doesn't mean it just appeared. He might've just been making a phone call." Daphne says, as she's Mystery Incorporated exit their van.
"Like, yeah, he could've just been calling whoever made that coat, to, like, ask for a new one."
Scooby-Doo, still adamant that he saw the box materialize, watches as the stranger strolls into the Riverside Museum.
"It looks like we're going to the same place as he is," Velma says, heading for the museum. The gang of mystery solving teens enter the mueseum, heading straight for the office of the curator. "Uncle Walter?" She calls as they enter the office.
From behind a stack of old pottery, a man wearing a cardigan emerges. He adjusts his thick-frame glasses that rest atop his nose, "Velma, is tha' you? It's been far to long."
The uncle pulls his niece into a bone-crushing hug. "Uh Uncle Walter," Velma gasps, "can't breathe." Walter Craig releases his niece. "Uncle Walter," Velma starts, "These are my friends, Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Shaggy Rogers, and his dog Scooby-Doo," as the teen introduces her friends each teen raises their hand as their name is said.
"Oh, you must be those mystery solvers Velma's Mum is always telling aboot."
"Yep, that's us, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Craig," Daphne says, shaking his hand.
"If you wouldn't mind do you think you could give us a tour of the museum? I here you have an exhibit of medieval traps."
The museum curator smiles and nods, leading the gang out into the exhibition halls.
The teens are enjoying their private tour, when, all of the sudden, a section of the ceiling explodes, sending the museum-goers running in fear. Dropping from the hole is a bright purple, alien-like creature.
It grabs the jewels from a nearby display case, before backflipping out of the hole in the ceiling. Moments later security guards rush in, as the alarms blare.
"Mr. Craig," one of the security guards call, "are you alright?"
"Yes, Larry, I'm jost fine."
Walking into the exhibition halls is the man from the phone box. He just strolls directly over to where the explosion originated.
"Doctor?," Velma's uncle calls, "Have you any idea what could've caused this?"
"Not as of yet, Mr. Craig."
"This is my niece, she's a mystery solved, maybe she and her mystery solving friends can be of assistance?"
"Yes, I believe your niece, and her friends could be very helpful," the Doctor agrees.
"Well, in that case, gang, it looks like we've got another mystery on our hands."
"Like, I hate it when he says that! Woah, woah, woah, hang on, Scoob and I will not agree to go anywhere where jewel thief aliens. No sirree!"
"Reah," the Great Dane nods in agreement.
"C'mon you two, we all know aliens are not real. It'll probably end up being the janitor," Daphne says.
The Doctor looks up when they say that aliens are not real, before immediately changing the subject from aliens, "I believe we'll find more evidence after the patrons have left. I suggest we reconvene after museum hours."
*Museum after hours*
"Okay," Velma begins, "I believe introductions are in order." The Doctor nods in agreement to the teens statement.
"I'm Velma Dinkley. This is Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Shaggy Rogers, and his dog, Scooby-Doo." As she says the names she points to each of them in turn.
"Doctor John Smith," the rainbow coated man replies, "a pleasure to meet you all."
"Nice to meet you as well, Dr. Smith, I think the smartest idea would be to split up and search for clues. I'll take Daphne and Velma and search the eastern halls of the building. Shaggy, why don't you, Scooby, and Doctor Smith search the western halls."
"Oh, very well," the Doctor replies, rolling his eyes.
Splitting up and searching for clues, it would make more sense, and be easier, for them to all stick together. But if this is the way the teens want to operate, then the rogue Time Lord would agree.
And thus, Daphne, Fred, and Velma go off to search the eastern halls, whilst the Doctor, Shaggy, and his dog head to the west.
As they scour the halls for any sign of a clue, the Doctor feels a presence watching them from the shadows. Slowly he glares into the darkness, searching for a sign of any being.
As he turns his back to where the eyes watch from, a shape materializes from the shadows, just as it goes to attack the man in the amazing technicolor dream coat, Shaggy turns and spots the purple alien.
"Like, zoinks, Doctor Smith, run!"
And so, Shaggy, Scooby, and the Doctor run through a door for an exhibit, and out another door, the alien following close behind. In and out of the doors they run, until finally they settle into an exhibit about ancient Rome.
The alien enters the exhibit looking for the two males and the dog.
"Like, hey there, Mr. Alien-dude," an ancient Roman speaks, "like we're about to have a cook-out, care to join us?"
The purple creature turns, and finds a Roman wearing a rainbow coat, and one who looks suspiciously like a dog. The alien realizes he recognizes these beings. It's the ones he's been trying to stop. He stops and suddenly growls in their general direction.
The teen, his mutt, and the Gallifreyan run. They run directly into the other three teens.
"Ralien, ralien!"
"Like, he's right behind us!"
"I believe," Fred begins, "It's trapping time!"
*Trapping Prep Time*
Fred grabs a net, from one of the medieval exhibits, which he hooks to a pulley.
"So we all know our roles?"
"Once the alien enters the room, chasing Shaggy, Scooby, and Doctor Smith, I light the fire," Velma begins.
"The sprinklers start, and I watch as the boys guide the alien on top of the X, then I pull the lever," Daphne continues.
"The lever hooks to a net, which will drop on our purple visitor from beyond the stars," Fred finishes.
"And all the while, Shaggy, Scooby and myself will be running for our lives from a creature who could possibly kill us."
The teen in the green shirt looks at his Great Dane.
"Scoob and I are in agreement, that, like, there is no way we will be the bait. Nuh uh. No way." To prove his point he's waving his hands around like crazy in front of himself.
"Hmmm," Velma hums, before producing two circular shaped, graham-cracker-esqe discs, "Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?"
The boys shake their heads, adamantly opposed to being the bait.
Daphne brings another two discs out, "Would you do it for two Scooby Snacks?"
Both Shaggy and Scooby nod, catching two snacks from the air and gulping them down, without pausing to breathe.
*Trapping Time*
"Like, Scoob, why is it, that, like, we're always the bait?"
"Ri ron't row, Raggy."
"I believe it could be that you're friends trust you with the responsibility of capturing monsters and leading them to the traps."
Both boys just nod in agreement.
Suddenly, out of the rafters, the purple alien drops, and thus, the bait runs to the trap room setting the bait in motion.
Velma, who sees them run through, quickly sets the fire ablaze. The sprinklers start, and Shaggy, Scooby, the Doctor, and the alien start to slide. Daphne spots the alien land on the X and immediately pulls the lever, dropping the net on the creature, effectively stopping it.
"Now," Fred says, walking to the alien that's trapped in the net, "Let's see who the alien really is." He pulls a rubbery purple mask off its head, revealing...
"SECURITY GUARD LARRY?" Everyone, save the Doctor and Velma, say.
"Quite," the Gallifreyan begins, "It all makes perfect sense when you think about it."
"You see, Larry here is upset my uncle became curator, when he's been working at the museum for much longer."
"Also, there are only so many people who could be in the museum after hours."
Shortly thereafter police swarm in, arresting the security guard, and as he's being loaded into the cruiser, he yells, "I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids, your dumb dog, and the weirdo in the rainbow jacket.
With the case coming to a gratuitous close, Mystery Incorporated walk back to the Mystery Machine.
"We'd be happy to give you a ride somewhere, if you'd like, Dr. Smith."
"No, no, I'm quite alright, Mr. Jones," the Time Lord replies, before strolling into his blue box.
Scooby watches, as does the rest of the gang, as the blue box disappears.
The Great Dane smugly turns to the rest of the gang, their jaws dropped to the ground, "Ree, ri rold rou." Turning from the gang, Scooby looks into the sky, and howls, "Rooby-Rooby-Roo!"
Hello Sweeties,This is a story that comes from Wattpad, that I also posted there.