As the morning sun arose, the children wake up early eager to start a new day of playing,whether it be games of jokes on others. They quickly run into the kitchen to find Thelma preparing breakfast.
"What's for breakfast, Mom?" Jack asks sitting at the table.
"What would you like?" replies his mother.
"Chicken tenders and fries!" smiles the boy.
"Not for breakfast," Thelma grins, "maybe for lunch but now, it will be bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast."
"That sounds good!" exclaims Jill as she and Sarah sit down next to Jack.
"Not so quickly, you three" Thelma instructs, "you have some time before breakfast is ready. Why don't you make the table first?"
The children look down at the bare table.
"We do not mind eating without plates, forks and knives" Jill speaks up.
"You may not" chuckles her mother, "but I'm sure everyone else would not." She reaches up into the cupboard and removes a stack of plates. Handing them to one of the children, she says "Now you have something to make yourselves busy."
"Mothers," moans Jill as she takes the plates, "they have to think of everything; including work to be done—by the kids of all people!"
While he places the forks and knives Jack says in bewilderment, "I don't remember signing a contract for this sort of work."
"Stop moping, you two" their mother hushes them
"That's what you get for living in the country" jokes Sarah.
"I'm sure in the city you have robots to do your work" the other fights back, "that's what we get for living in such a technological society."
"Something smells good in here" Velma says peering her head into the doorway.
"You're up early" Thelma says, giving her cousin a glass of milk.
"Yeah," replies the other, taking a sip, "I wanted to trace the call we received last night."
"Any luck?" inquires Sarah.
"You could say; the phone company told me that it came from one of the pay phones at the bar where we are supposed to go tonight."
"Oh, that reminds me:" Thelma speaks up, "will you and the gang be having dinner here or out?"
The other cousin takes a while to think if over before replying, "Here, I suppose, I'll have to check with the rest of the gang."
"Sure, just let me know."
Velma nods a "Don't worry" as she finishes her milk.
"Do you want to help us set the table?" Jack asks.
"Well, you three look like you are doing just fine by yourselves. Besides, I'm still a little tired, I'm afraid to break something."
"Your not the only one" yawns Shaggy as he and Scooby walk in. "Of course that can all be changed with just a few bites of..."
"Not yet" Thelma cuts him off.
"Kill joy" Shaggy sulks.
"Something smells good in here" Fred comes sniffing into the room.
"That's funny," smiles Velma, " I said the exact same thing."
"Morning, Fred" Thelma says as she places the cream and sugar on the table. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please" replies the blonde man.
"I'll have some too" a voice comes form the doorway.
"Morning, Jess" everyone greets.
"Jess," Fred says, "could you show me later where this bar is?"
"No problem," the other replies, preparing his coffee, "I'll show you right after lunch."
"Thanks."
Suddenly, an ear-pircing scream fils the whole house.
"What was that?" Velma exclaimes, getting up from her seat.
Seconds later, Daphne runs into the room.
"Daphne," asks a concerned Fred, "what's wrong?"
"Somebody, call the police!" Daphne screams.
"Don't tell us," Shaggy shutters as he and Scooby embrace eachother, "the place is, like, haunted."
"I wouldn't go that far, Shaggy" Daphne replies, "only that I've been robbed."
"Robbed?" gasp the others.
Jack and Jill slouch slightly in their chairs to hide their guilt; luckily, for them, no one notices.
"What did they take?" inquires Jess.
"It's the most terrible and strangest thing," Daphne ponders, "clothes, they took clothes."
"Maybe the rest of us should check our bags" suggests Fred.
The others agree. A few moments later, after making a quick look in inventory, they all return to the kitchen to compare findings., they return to the kitchen to compare their findings.
"It's the same," Fred sumerises in bafflement, "we are all missing at least one shirt, pants, socks, and shoes."
"And don't forget the underwear" Shaggy reminds him.
"Reah!" jokes Scooby, "Rundies!"
Bingo rolls his eyes, "Domestic canines."
"But who in their right fashion mind would take only one days worth of apparel?" asks Daphne.
"Not only that," Velma adds, "but from every one of us and only us."
"In my opinion, it's someone who has extreme fashion issues"
"Daph," Shaggy attempts to make a joke, "to you, everyone has 'fashion issues."
"Very funny, Shaggy" Daphne gives him a mean look.
Shaggy smiles as he stuffs his mouth full of pancake. "But even include underwear?" he says puzzled, "forget some dude with fashion issues, there's a psycho maniac on the loose!"
"Reah, Reah!" agrees Scooby.
"I've never known psycho manics to go after clothings" Bingo tries to reason.
"Like, they're psycho maniacs, hound" Shaggy exclaims, "they can do anything!"
"It does seem weird" agrees Fred.
"See?" point out Shaggy, "what did I tell you?"
"At this point—" replies Velma, "nothing."
Somehow, they managed to settle down and eat their breakfast. Later, the twins take Sarah onto a detailed look at the farm while the others help out with the tasks and other things around the farm. After lunch, Jess takes the gang to view the bar of which their strange caller talked about.
"This is it" Jess says as he pulls the car in front of a small road-side bar.
"Looks quaint" comments Daphne.
"This is nothing" smiles Jess, "Wait till you get inside; it looks like an English tavern."
"Cool!" smiles Fred.
The party spends a few minutes looking around before returning to the farm. They spend the afternoon doing various things. Daphne and Velma spent some time returning to the place where they saw the strange creature the previous day, but with no prevail.
Meanwhile, the children had a busy agenda to finish.
"Are you finished dressing them, Jack?" Jill asks her brother.
"Almost," comes a male voice from a back room, "but do I have to do the girls, too?"
"Jack," Jill rolls her eyes, "it's just like dressing dolls—only larger."
"Dolls are a girl's toy. I'm a guy—I do not go into that kind of stuff."
"Fine then," sulks his sister, "I'll do it. You just help Sarah finish with the programming. These 'dolls' should be out before Velma and her friends leave for the bar."
"I don't mind," Jack raises his hands, "just as long as I do not have to dress the girls."
Jack turns to a laptop on a desk and sits down next to his cousin.
"You look a little uneasy" he comments.
"I just don't feel right doing this" is the only reply "it seems like one cruel joke."
"Maybe," ponders the boy, "but it may also be the biggest technological invention of the decade."
Time quickly goes by as family and friends have dinner. Shortly after, Jess drops off the gang at the bar.
"Just give me a call when you're ready to be picked up" Jess instructs.
"We'll do that" confirms Fred.
Jess waves good-bye as he drives off.
"I guess we should wait inside" suggests Daphne.
"Like, I'm all for that" agrees Shaggy.
Inside the not very busy bar, the gang admire the fancy, Old-English decor. They sit at a booth just as a tall, dark, muscular young man comes and joins them.
"You guys Mystery Inc.?" he asks in a quivery voice.
"That we are" Fred assures him, introducing his companions.
"I'm Andrew, but folks call me Gomer" the man introduces himself.
"You said you had some information for us" Velma speaks up.
"Yes," the Gomer smiles, "but first, a drink." He calls over a waiter and orders six colas. "You are in for a real treat" he continues, "they have their own recipe and make their own cola. What you have here you will never have anywhere else."
Soon, the waiter returns with six tall glasses filled to the rim with cola. He hands them out giving a wink to Gomer as he places his on the table. Gomer raises his glass to drink, "Drink up" he smiles. The others do so.
"Wow!" exclaims Shaggy, "Like, this is good!"
"RmmHmm!" Scooby-Doo barks smacking his lips.
"It has such a delicate flavor" Daphne speaks up.
"And not too sweet" continues Velma.
"I wonder if you can buy cases of this stuff" Fred ponders. He then turns his attention to the purpose of their meeting. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to us about?"
"Quite simply," begins Gomer, "I believe I know where this 'creature' lives"
"Really?" perks up Velma, "Like, jinkies!"
"Yes," continues the man, "only it's not a creature, but an alien."
"Butanalien?" Shaggy looks confused, "What the heck is that?"
Daphne whispers to Fred, "Do you find something strange about this conversation?"
"Forget the conversation," Fred whispers back, "look as Scooby, Shaggy and Velma."
Daphne looks across the table in dismay as all three slouch over with their face in their hands and a dazed look on their face.
"A butanalien, Shaggy" replies Velma, "is the frear endssss of a alien."
"A alien?" parrot confused Fred.
"Velma, your swearing yur wurds" Daphne says concerned.
"No, Daphne" Velma laughs, "I's not ssssslurrring my wierds."
"Is there any alcohol in this stuff?" Fred asks Gomer.
"None at all" replies the other.
"Then what the sssheck is going on?" Fred asks.
"Nothing at all that you should be worried about."
"Then swhy am I sworrying?"
"Pardon?"
"Swhy am I swearing?"
Fred quickly looks a the rest of his friends. Velma, Scooby and Shagyy are already head down on the table showing no signs of life, while Daphne is still hanging on. Fred turns his attention back to the other three, "Oh, ssskit!" he yells out to Gomer, "you've ssskilled 'em!" His attention is turned once again to Daphne's laughing.
"Oh! The happiness!" she cries out before loosing consciousness.
"Daphne!" yells Fred. "Ssstats it, Groomer," he says getting both him and Gomer out of their seats, "We is gooing to fist thisss out." Fred quickly gets ready to throw a punch. However, Fred passed out before he can make contact.
Gomer quickly grabs Fred before he hit the floor and throws him onto his shoulders. He then turns to leave. Before he does so, he turns to some guys a another booth and nods at them. Once Gomer leaves the building with Fred, the others go over to the booth where the rest of the gang is and carry them out to a nearby car.
A/N: Sorry for the long delays but I have been very busy lately. So, I'll try to update as I have the time.