"Why don't we start with the living room?" Offered Daphne. "Since it's a room we all use, we all have fault for making it a mess. Sounds good?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Grinned Fred. He peered around the archway in the hallway to look into the living room. Velma moved beside him to check out the room as well, since she was in charge of the room as Fred deemed it. And for the most part his plans worked, for the most part.

"All right gang! Here's what we'll do." Velma stole Fred's lines, mussing up his hair as she moved past him to get into the living room. "First things first, we need to clear out all the extra stuff in here. Like the mugs left over on that shelf, or well… My books need to be put back." She gestured over at some left over cups sitting on a nearby shelf, probably left over from a nice nightly hot chocolate someone had while sitting in front of the Fireplace. And her books littered her side of the couch. There were also a few other things scattered out of place that needed to be put away as well.

"Once all the things that aren't supposed to be in here, are put away.
We can then straighten out, and then clean the rest of the room. We'll need window cleaner for the main Bow window, and the door. Plus we need something for cleaning the TV, floor and then finally, a vacuum cleaner at the end for the rug. Workable?" Velma offered.

"Sounds good to me." Fred agreed, though taking some time to fix his mussed up hair. Daphne hopped off where she had been sitting on the stairs going upstairs to stretch and nod.

"I'm in!" She shot thumbs up at Velma.

Scooby bound to his feet and shook his tail eagerly. "Rah rah, r'e r'oo!"

"Like I'll get the cleaning munches! Can't clean on an empty stomach!" Shaggy moved down the hallway to the kitchen, a trained hand zeroed on his shirt collar. Shaggy found himself unable to move any further down the hall when he peered back to find Fred latched on to his shirt. "Like' what's the deal man, Munchies good." He tried to protest. Fred shook his head.

"We are trying to clean, not make more of a mess. Come on you." Fred hauled Shaggy's protesting body back where the rest of them were, moving into the living room. Shaggy groaned, but followed reluctantly into the room. Fred released Shaggy only to move and grab the guy in a headlock.

"If you want to get to the kitchen so badly, why don't you and Scooby clear out the few cups and things in here and bring them to the kitchen. And while your cleaning you can get your mandatory cleaning snack. But eat it in there and get your behinds back, or we'll be coming in after you. Got it private Rogers?" Fred gave a hair tussle before releasing him and saluting. One of Fred's famous grins on his face, since he was making a good argument for the always-hungry man. Shaggy stumbled forward, turning back to give a halfhearted glare at Fred before his stomach made up his mind for him. Bringing up a finger, he waggled it in Fred's direction.

"I'll get you back for that… Just you wait." He mock threatened, Shaggy not really one to threaten with the actual thought of going through it. But as Fred held the salute, he felt the compulsion to salute back. "Come on Scoob." Shaggy said in defeat of the cleaning mob. "Help me gather the mugs over there while I get this plate I… er someone left over here."

"R'ok!" Agreed the Dane, grinning and moved to his job. Trotting over to the fireplace, he eyed the cups. With a saunter, he wigged his backside to point it at the fireplace. One eye closed to help aim, his tail waved back and worth like a branch in the wind. A few shakes, and the Dane had his target in sight. Lashing out, the tail moved quickly and accurately to loop through the handles of the mugs. Curling the end of his tail, he lifted the mugs off the shelf of the fireplace and into the air, a smug grin on his face. He then moved to where Shaggy had been gathering the plate and a loose bit of silverware.

"Good job Scoob, let's make headway to the kitchen. Come on." Shaggy leading the way, the others watched as they disappeared into hallway. Daphne looked over at Fred and Velma.

"Should we go after them?" She wondered.

"Nah. Unless an hour passes by and they come running back with a monster trailing behind them, everything should be fine." Velma responded, finally moving herself to do some cleaning as well. She had just been watching everyone else instead of doing work herself. She moved to gather her books.

"Oh, let me help you with that." Daphne offered, moving to help Velma gather. Not like books were hard to move, but there were actually a bunch scattered about the room, though mostly around Velma's dented spot in the couch. Daphne looked at the couch with a bit of awe. The old couch was… well old. It was in the house when they had moved in for the first time. But Velma had latched on and made herself home on it. So many hours, days she had spend sitting and reading on the one side of the couch, which the springs had given out and sunk. Creating a perfect Velma sized dent in the couch that seemed to cradle the young woman when she read. It was comfortable, Daphne had to admit. Having times at night she snuck down and tested the spot when she could not sleep. She was a detective after all, and curiosity came with the job. So there was no way she was not going to test out Velma's favorite sitting spot. She just would never admit it, since the woman was really obsessed of her spot. She only had one, and she liked it like that. No one messed with her reading spot.

Velma tilted a head as Daphne zoned out staring at the dent in the couch for a few seconds. Picking up a few books in her arms, she took one and lightly bopped Daphne over the head. That got her attention.

"Hey!" The red head scowled, though not actually hurt by the soft cover. A hand rubbing the offended spot and making sure her hair was ok.

"I see you eyeing it…" Velma narrowed her eyes at Daphne. "No touchy."

Daphne held up her hands in her own defense, a book in each hand since she was technically staring and cleaning. "Down Sheba. Even if I'm looking, I'm just looking." Daphne shot a raspberry at Velma who made an attempt to grab the tongue and missed. Daphne anticipated the attack and pulled her tongue back. Velma replied with a cat like 'mrrr' in response before turning with a snorted 'hmph' and going back to piling her books. Daphne fell silent, as Velma seemed to be silently fuming. Gathering the books, Velma shot a glare from the books in Daphne's hands, to her as she got up and stalked off to her room. Worried that she offended Velma, Daphne followed with books in hand.

Velma's room was immaculate. Everything had its place, and nothing even remotely out of whack. Daphne never could figure it out how she could always keep it so clean. She watched as Velma went around her bed to where her desk was. Stacking the books she had taken from the living room to the shelf up top her desk. All Daphne could see was Velma's back to her. Taking the books, she moved to where the younger woman was and placed down the books so Velma could also put them away. Without even turning to Daphne, Velma's hands picked up and filed away the books.

Daphne backed up, still worried she might have offended her. Bringing up a hand, she tried to make amends.

"Velma I…"

WUMPH!

Was the sound of Velma's pillow leaving her bed and hitting Daphne square in the face. Daphne took a step back in surprise pulling the pillow off her face to find Velma hunched over with a mischievous glint in her eye, poised to grab the other pillow. At first Daphne was baffled… First Velma seemed mad… Now she was…

"Oh no Dinkley… I was really worried you brat!"

She swung the pillow at the younger woman, who saw it coming and rolled over her bed out of the way and also grabbed the second pillow off her bed. The twinkle still there, as she now had her own weapon.

"Oh come now. You think I would have gotten in such a great hit if you were paying attention? I had to do something to get you back."

"Your so dead." Laughed Daphne, pillow at the ready.

A small pillow fight ensued. Blows were exchanged and hair was fluffed and frizzled. Through the fight their clothing had also gotten a bit askew. But it was Daphne who tried to stop it.

"As fun as this is…" Wumph. Came a pillow to the head, which Daphne left her head tilted to the side and rolled her eyes at Velma. "… As much fun as this is. We should be cleaning not whapping each other silly with pillows. As fun as that is."

"Do you always have to make so much sense?" Velma teased the redhead.

"Only when it's to ruin our fun." She threw a stuck out tongue back at the remark. "Now let's…."

Daphne was about to say that they should clean the mess that they had made in Velma's room. But the mussed covers and all the damage they had done seemed to be undone in half the time… Actually the time it took her to say the things she had just said. Closing her mouth with a light click of her teeth, she looked at Velma confused. Also since Velma had been able to swipe the pillow out of her hand in the process and was straightening it out.

"How'd you do that?" came the baffled stuttering of the confused Daphne.

"Simple. You do it too sometimes. All those times staying at those hotels, people's houses, and what not. Even if we were getting chased or Shaggy and Scooby were in trouble, I still didn't like to leave the room we had been staying in a mess. So I turbo clean. Didn't you notice that in the time I have been talking you fixed your hair and straightened your clothing?"

Daphne had done it by instinct, and had recalled at times she left beds cleaned in seconds before they went running off to somewhere. After so many years of traveling around, it kind of became second nature, though second nature for Daphne doesn't account for her room though. 'It was her room and she liked it messy. Felt lived in.' She debated in her own head before looking back to Velma.

"You like being right, don't you." Daphne gave a laugh.

"You're just saying that because it's true." Velma said with a smug grin.

"Brat. Come on let's get back to Fred. He must be wondering where we were."

Daphne said moving out of the room. She shook her head, as she looked over Velma's room one last time. It was back to how it looked before, when she had first came in. You would have never figured the chaos that had happened had occurred.

Fred on the other hand, who was the only one left in the room found himself occupied with cleaning until the silence finally made him turn around and notice no one was there. Peering though, over to Velma's open door he watched the start of the chaos that then followed in that room. Shaking his head, he chuckled as moved back to straighten the couch.

The living room was a large room, the biggest in the house. It spanned most of the hallway, which ran parallel to the longest side of the living room. The lush green shag carpet was worn in a lot of spots, but it was a good worn. It made the carpet soft and nice to nap on. The thick cords of it made it perfect for bare feet to settle on sink into. Most of the house was old, originally owned by a nice old lady who they befriended in their childhood years. She had left it to them with only one catch; they had to all live together as the family she had only known in her ending span of her life.

"Heck, it at least had more leg room then the Mystery Machine." Fred said with a snicker aloud. Though he didn't expect anyone else to hear him. But he said it anyway.

He let a hand run down the brown painted wall that made up the living room. When they first moved in, they had to fix up the house a lot, and repainting most of the rooms to fresh colors. The brown color worked with the darker Brown couch, and the green carpet. Though most of the old woman's stuff had been moved out, a few things like the couch had been left for them. Though several years later they added the second lounging couch, two lazy boys and a full screen TV.

Fred fluffed the pillows, making sure they sat nicely on the two couches. With a few perfectionist touches, he was happy with their arrangement and moved on to folding a blanket left there. Draping it neatly, he placed it over the back of the couch by the TV in time to turn and see the ladies wandering back into the living room.

"About time you guys came back. And where is Shag and Scooby? I figure they would be done by now." Fred said turning his attention in the direction of the kitchen. "Maybe we should look in on them."

"To the kitchen then!" Daphne and Velma said at the same time. Shooting a look at each other, they burst into giggles, which made Fred roll his eyes.

"Jinx." Daphne claimed. "That means you have to open the door to the kitchen." She sneered smugly at Velma. The younger girl hung her head, and accepted defeat for now.

"I'll so get you back later for this." Velma remarked, squinting at the red head.

"Now now, fight later. We have a kitchen to check on to make sure its in one piece." Commented Fred, pushing the two of them to the hallway and on their way to find Shaggy and Scooby.