A/N, Here's the next chapter, thank you to Girl in a Dream World. You're comments have helped me quite a bit. Thanks also to all the other reviewers that are soon to come.

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Rest, rest is what any person who overworks themselves needs. To take a breather from the activity, John wanted to breath, he wanted a rest but he couldn't. You're father never rested his mind continuly repeated. He heard this thought everyday, It pushed him farther each time, yet his father had died because he never stopped to think things over, to get every molehill eliminated. He would have to be more precatious than his father, become smarter than him, and to do that, he had to rest once and a while or impatience would overtake him and his plan would be wide open for disaster.

Getting up from his chair, he decided to take a walk, motion usually helped people think, his father had told him that once. Grabbing hisblack trenchcoatand hat, he left the warehouse, the first time in four months. Although it had only been four months, John had forgotten about alot of Coolsville, he usually never looked at the buildings and people, the ground, the animals. He most often or not just blocked it all out with his trips back and forth to the grocery store. "A bite to eat sounds nice." He thought as he walked down the street, on his way he saw a pizza parlor at the end of the street. Walking in he motioned for a waiter to seat him, a young lady about twenty five showed him to a seat at the bar.

"One Corona Please." He said the bartender, he pulled out a twenty, "You know what, take this and fill me up."

"Sounds like you had a hard day." the bartender said trying to start a conversation."

"Yeah, well, a few I guess." John mumbled, just because he was in a public place didn't mean he enjoyed talking to people. The bartendr took the hint and went back to orgainzing drinks. A group of people walked in a few minutes later, two men, two women and a...dog? In the mirror reflection he could the waiter begin to argue when she saw the dog, but soon the manager came up to her an whispered in her ear. She soon turned red with embarassment and showed them to a table. He watched the two men walk up to the bar and took seats close to him. After a minute he felt incredubly stupid, these people were his project, and they were right next to him.!

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Shaggy and the gang walked into the italian pizza parlor, Scooby following close behind, if not trying to sqweeze past them to be first. As they made their way in, the waiter stopped them.

"I'm sorry, we don't allow dogs here." She said, somewhat defiantly, yet with a hint of sadness in her voice, she was a dog lover, but her job came first.

"Like are you sure you can't make just one exception?" Shaggy said with a bit of a pleading sound in the back of his throat, like that of a child asking his mother for a piece of candy.

The manager soon walked over to the waiter, "Shelia, this is mystery Inc, the famous detectives, I'm pretty sure we can make an exception." She nodded and led them to their table. The girls sat down, Shaggy and Fred decided to have a Brewsky or two at the bar. Scooby sat in the chair and wrapped a napkin around his neck in a biblike fashion. They began reading the menues and decided what they wanted. For Daphne, a chicken Ceuser salad, extra dressing, Velma treated herself to a special pasta with seasoning. Scooby had about half of what the menu had to offer.

At the bar, Fred and Shaggy had a few pieces of pizza and a beer. A man sitting close to them seemed to not want to be noticed, with his hat on and coat drawn up tight. Although he put off the image of not listening to anyone or anything, he actually was very interested in what the two men had to say

"Shaggy, we need to try and come up with a plan for this leaper guy."

Oh god is that their new case, a guy in a leaper suit. things really hae changed.

"Yeah, man could we discuss that at the house, we came here to eat."

Dammit, now I really have fix that sound system.

"Okay." Fred turned on his barstool and caught a glance at Daphne,

"Hey shagg,"

"Yeah."

"What would do if I and Daphne were to go out?"

haha, that's a good question

"Well, I kinda thought ya were, but I guess uh...have fun?"

hahahahaha! Oh he's so jealous it's amusing

After a while of waiting for the two mystery Inc boys to spill something and coming up with zilch, John decided to leave, he would have to be able to walk home anyway. Since he had already paid, he simply walked out and began his way home. He had enjoyed himself enough for one night and he had to get back to work.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

"Shut up brain jack can go get shot for all I carrrreee." It was funny, even in his mind he was slurring words together, this could potentially mess him up if he didn't sleep off the alchahol.

"Dammit"

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A/N, Chapter two is here. Read and review I hope you like it so far. Sorry that it was so short.