It was only after several hours later, that Shaggy returned, but the noise was still there. Velma had chewed Fred out for laughing at her randomly, but a short visit to the bathroom and one quick look in the mirror had told her everything he didn't. One shoulder punch later, she had joined him watching movies, taking up her favorite spot on the couch. Scooby had emerged from the kitchen as well, bringing offerings of cotton candy flavored popcorn. Strangely, it actually tasted like cotton candy, making the offering go over even better.

With the door opening, Shaggy entered a lot slower then he left. Taking off his shoes, he was able to get the keys in place before he felt three sets of eyes settling on him. Looking over, he could see three heads poking from behind the back of the couch, having moved it to face the TV that sat on the other side of the living room. Fred and Velma squinted at him, picking him apart with their 'detect'o'vision', trying to gauge what he had been doing for the last while. Scooby just stared, partly pouty that where ever Shaggy had been, he hadn't taken him with him. Shaggy looked around innocently, (which only made him look more guilty) tugging at his collar lightly. Rolling her eyes, Velma knew the look. What a Ham. she thought. But Fred was the first to say something.

"Sooooo...?" He said, leaning over the back of the couch, crossing his arms under his chin. The tilt of his head, suggested a question, asking for an answer.

"So?" Shaggy replied quickly, though with a tone of confusion. He tilted his head the other way, playing it up with his own look of questioning. Though Velma knew better, he knew exactly what they meant... Well what Fred meant and she wanted to know as well.

"Enough games. What are you up to Rodgers?" Tired of waiting around till the boys played their 'game', Velma just up right and asked. "You left in an awful hurry. What are you up too?" Her eyes narrowed, giving him an annoyed glare. Not a heated one that meant she was serious, but it was more in the way of 'he-better-tell-her-or-else' kind of glare. Shaggy stroked his goatee a bit in thought, milling what to say around in his mind.

While he thought, Fred bumped Velma with an elbow. He wanted to weasel it out of of Shaggy, and Velma was taking all the fun out of it. But she had enough games with Fred not telling her about her dirt smear, to stand for any more. She wanted to know, and it had been nagging her mind with countless scenario's the whole time he had been gone. Pursing her lips, Velma sharply elbowed him back. It soon turned into a bumping match until Shaggy moved, breaking their battle as they turned their attention to Shaggy. He was grinning... And the kind of grin that makes you even more curious.

"I'm not up to anything, I was just driving around for a bit in the Van... Scouts honor."

Scouts honor... That sounded familiar to Velma for some reason. It didn't take her long before she figured it out, her eyes grew wide with the realization. Though Fred's brows were still furrowed in confusion. He wasn't there to get it, as fast as she did. But then Velma blinked, puzzled. Shaggy smiled as he knew what she was thinking, and he brought up a hand to point to the ceiling above him.

"Ah! Ok. You keep at that... doing nothing and all. Have fun."

Shaggy nodded with a goofy grin on his face, before he turned to the hallway and headed up the stairs. Fred was a bit behind, trying to put together all the clues. But it just wasn't adding up for him as it did for her. He was missing something.

"But... Shaggy wasn't a Scout." Fred said baffled, turning to Velma with a lost look on his face.

It was Velma's turn to laugh.

Chuckling to himself, he was happy Velma got it. No doubt she would explain it to Fred later. At least he could trust her to keep Fred occupied while he set up his plan. Though not a master designer like Fred, he had a certain level of success with his, more simpler, plans. And it was always good when he wasn't the bait.

With a bounce in his step, Shaggy happily made his short jaunt to Daphne's door. The door seemed more open then before, but still closed enough to make him peek. Daphne was untangled, but she seemed still occupied with her mother clinging to her ear. With one hand she continued to type on her computer.

"Yeah mom. I know I know. I've been working on it. Yes Mom. I understand."

Sliding into the room on little cat feet, Shaggy easily entered and crept up on Daphne. Grinning, knowing that he would throw her off, he brought up a finger and tapped lightly on her shoulder. Bristling like a spooked feline, Daphne spun around and glared at him for surprising her. But she made no sound to alert her mother on what had just happened, less it would break her mothers train of thought. With flame in her eyes, she made several angry hand gestures at Shaggy for scaring her so suddenly, but he just grinned back at her. Sliding up, he moved his body close to Daphne, still smiling. Confused, he used that diversion to pluck the phone lightly out of her hand. Maneuvering the phone around, he placed it by his ear and spoke into the receiver.

"Heelllooo Miss Momma Blake. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah. I understand. I'll let her know. We have to go now. She'll talk to you later. Uh huh. Yeah. Have a nice day!"

Flipping the phone, he turned it off and slid it into the cradle. He then shifted around to face Daphne with arms open.

"You can call her later."

With arms crossed, Daphne shot Shaggy such a glare. Sure, she had wanted to get of the phone with her mother, but there was a certain protocol with these kinds of things. Her mother was not the kind that a simple 'good bye' sufficed. The conversation had to wind down enough, that or her mother would be the one to cut it off first. So was the rule of mother and daughter in the Blake family.

"Well, what do you want?" Daphne asked crossly, unsure what was so important that he had to cut her off for. But his laid back attitude and grin was starting to grate on her nerves. She was still a bit high strung from talking with her mother. But Shaggy just took the words in stride, knowing just how much a nagging mother could be, having one of his own. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he held them out in front of himself.

"I'm like' here to Kidnap you."

"Oh if that is all that you... you plan to WHAT?" Obviously Daphne was lagging a bit behind, as she started saying something before the words sunk in. She didn't really know what to make of what he said. Kidnap her? And who just announces it aloud, anyway? If one was to do that, shouldn't it be sudden? Never before had one of the costume kooks paused long enough to be polite and ask her opinion before running off with her.

"... And what if I say no?"

"Then I will have to take matters into my own hands." Moving forward, Shaggy was swift with his capture. Grabbing her lightly, though firmly around the waist, he lifted her up. It was sudden, but slow enough for her to realize what was happening, but it really didn't dawn on her to struggle. Not when she was in her own room, being 'kidnapped' by her housemate. With one arm attached across her lower back, she found herself draped in a classic heroine style. Sighing, Daphne crossed her arms and found herself being carried out of her room.

"...This better not lead to some rope and train tracks. That is so 60's..." Daphne complained, not wanting to be compared to some ditz that couldn't stay away from a creepy guy in black. She was no Nell Fenwick.

"Nope, I have a plan!" Shaggy replied happily.

"... Why doesn't that sound good when it's coming out of your mouth." Shaggy paused to think about it, but the shrugged making her bounce once.

"Maybe because I'm kidnapping you? But it's a good plan, you'll see."

Heading down the stairs, Shaggy continued to carry Daphne on his shoulder. It wasn't the first time he had carried her, so she wasn't heavy. Though they had to pause long enough to tell Fred and Velma they were off.

As Shaggy came around the corner, Fred had spotted the two first. Though he wasn't expecting what he saw, though it amused him greatly. He couldn't help but get in a jab before she left.

"What, now you are practicing being kidnapped?"

"Har har... This is all Shaggys idea."

"Ah, part of your great plan, eh? Well you two have fun!" Velma noticed, but didn't seem to be too worried. Picking up a book, she used it to hide behind as she tried not to laugh. It was quite the comical sight. Looking up from the book, Velma put on a straight face enough to give a slight wave before disappearing behind the book.

"You kids don't say out too late now. Back before dinner." Fred added cheerily. Though he wasn't as clued in as Velma was. But it was funny either way. He figured Shaggy could explain later, where Velma didn't. Giving them a wave with his free hand, Shaggy opened the front door.

"You know... I can walk." Daphne said as they were going out the front door.

"But kidnapped people aren't supposed to go on their own accord. Then it isn't kidnapping. But don't worry, I'm only going to carry you to the van." Shaggy replied, no doubt smirking from beyond Daphne's sight.

"The van? What? Where are we going?" She pouted, demanding to know where he was taking her. This was as frustrating as any of the other times ghosts and ghouls ran off with her, with the exception she was having a chauffeur.

"You'll see."

And with that, Shaggy closed the door behind him. It was a few agonizing seconds before Velma and Fred burst into laughter. Rolling around the floor, the two found themselves unable to stop. Gasping for air, the laughter eventually dissolved into giggles.

"Oh oh... whoo boy... That was priceless." Fred tried to calm himself down, since laughing was starting to hurt his side. Velma was having a harder time, giggling still. Which didn't help Fred, since her giggles were contagious.

"Man... What I would have done to have a camera just then. I could have made Daphne do the dishes for me for months. Oh well." Snapping her fingers, there was nothing she could have done. Though idle thoughts didn't help her fit of chuckles. It took minutes for both of them to calm down, and a bit longer to try to stop thinking about it. But just as they settled down, Scooby decided to wake up from his nap. Lifting a sleepy head from the couch, he gazed around the room blinking.

"R'heres Raggy?"

Bursting out into laughter, they had started all over again.

Just in case you are a bit confused... Go and read Simple Plan. One of my other stories. It is why Velma get's it. That and it's a cute little story, and worth taking a look.

Trust me, Scouts Honor! ~Toki