Daphne finished showing the clip. She is in a talk show.
"And that's how we solved the case of the Moat Monster," said Daphne. "One of our most frightening mysteries."
The audience applauded for Daphne's success.
"Ooh," said the talk show host. "Stories like that always give me the heebie-jeebies. Ehh! No wonder you became a reporter. That moat monster almost sliced you up like a pepperoni pizza. Then we wouldn't have 'Coast to Coast with Daphne Blake', your very successful syndicated series on Americana. Going on its second season, I might add. I never miss it!"
"Thanks, Chris," said Daphne. "You know, the real reason I changed jobs is because the monsters and ghosts always turn out to be bad guys in a mask."
"Got a little boring, eh?"
"No kidding. In fact, that's why the gang went their separate ways, except for Fred and me."
"She means Fred Jones, who is now a producer and one-man crew of Daphne's show. How about getting a shot of Freddie, guys?"
Chris points the cameraman towards Fred, who is standing backstage. The spotlight appears and shows Fred wearing a new style of clothes. He waves awkwardly at the camera.
"Is he cute or what? So," said Chris. "What's coming up for the new season?"
"A new series of segments called 'Haunted America'," Daphne explained.
"Sort of a 'Ghost to Ghost with Daphne Blake'."
"Right. But this time, I intended to find REAL haunted houses for my viewers."
"Gee, it's too bad the rest of the gang won't be along for the ride."
"Yeah," Daphne sighed sadly. "I really miss them."
Fred snapped his fingers as a light bulb came to his head.
Meanwhile, Shaggy and Scooby now work at the airport as custom officers. They are watching Daphne on the big television screen.
"Yeah," said Shaggy. "Like, we really miss you too, Daphne."
"Reah," said Scooby, wiping away his tears with his tail.
"DON'T GO AWAY. WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH DAPHNE BLAKE."
"Well, well," a voice sounds from behind the two. "It's a small world after all."
Shaggy and Scooby look behind them and smile as they see a short, lantino boy with black hair and a yellow hoodie, he was also carrying a travel bag over his left shoulder. This was their old friend, Flim Flam. He greets them with a smile.
"Hi Shaggy." He says. "Rello, Rooby!" He adds, imitating Scooby's matter of speech.
Shaggy laughs happily.
"Zoinks! Scoob, it's our old pal, Flim Flam!" He says.
"Reah!" Scooby says with equal happiness.
"Like, what are YOU doing here?" Shaggy asks.
"We're traveling the world and this is our next stop." Flim Flam explains. "But we didn't expect to run into YOU guys."
"We?" Shaggy and Scooby ask at the same time. Suddenly, Flim Flam's bag unzips and out pops a happy-looking Great Dane puppy. It was Scrappy Doo.
"Shaggy! Uncle Scooby!" He greets them happily.
Shaggy and Scooby smile again.
"Scrappy!" They both shout.
Scooby goes up to Scrappy and they both hug.
"I missed you, Uncle Scooby!" Scrappy says.
"I rissed you too, Rappy!" Scooby says.
They stopped hugging.
"Guess what?" Scrappy says. "I'm Flim Flam's dog now!"
"Rou are?" Scooby asks.
"Yep." Flim Flam says. "One day, I happened upon Scrappy's home in New York and needless to say, we were happy to see each other. But he was also kinda sad that he didn't go on adventures much anymore."
"Aw…" Scooby says sympathetically, a little guilty that he never found time to call Scrappy's folks much nowadays.
"But my spirits lifted when Flim Flam decided to adopt me." Scrappy continues. "After clearing it with my parents of course. We've been together ever since, travelling the world!"
Oh yeah, about that." Shaggy says. "How'd you get the money to travel from place to place?"
"With my natural charm, of course." Flim Flam said with pride.
"By scamming people out of their money…" Scrappy deadpanned, earning him a sour look from Flim Flam.
Oh boy…" Shaggy says with a sigh. "Like, some things never change."
"Hey, you two!" shouted Shaggy and Scooby's boss. "Get back to work!"
"Like," said Shaggy, saluting like a soldier. "We're on it, boss-man-sir."
"Ruh-huh."
Shaggy and Scooby returned to their positions.
"Hey!" Scrappy said, glaring at Shaggy and Scooby's boss. "You can't talk to my Uncle Scooby like that! Why I oughta—"
He's interrupted by Flim Flam grabbing his head and shoving him back in the bag.
"I think he CAN, Scrappy, my man." He says.
As soon as the boss left, Flim Flam follows Shaggy and Scooby as they go on their routine duty, inspecting the baggage claim area.
"I'm guessing you guys work in customs now." He says.
"Yep. Scooby here sniffs around for contraband food and we confiscate it." Shaggy explains.
Scrappy pops his head back out of the bag.
"Oh boy! The perfect job for my Uncle Scooby!" He says with admiration of his uncle.
Scooby sniffed all over the area until finally, he smelled something. He posed like a pointer when he points out with his finger.
"Catch something, Scoob?" asked Shaggy.
"Reah," Scooby replied as he comes near a red suitcase. "Reah, reah."
Shaggy opens the suitcase and Scooby begins sniffing. He comes out with a pair of socks on his nose. He lets out a sneeze and the socks flew onto Shaggy's face.
"No offense, buddy," said Shaggy. "But I think your nose might be losing its touch."
"Ruh-uh."
Scooby digs through the entire suitcase, clothes fly all over the place, even a pair of boxers flew onto Shaggy. Finally, Scooby uncovers a round wheel of cheese.
"Pretty sneaky, but they can't fool your nose."
"Rhat's right."
"That's my Uncle Scooby!" Scrappy pipes in.
"Like, no one brings contraband food into our country with us on the job."
"Reah."
"Like, let's go check it in, Scoob."
Flim Flam stops at the door to the airport's customs storage room as Shaggy and Scooby enter.
"Why'd you stop, Flim Flam?" Scrappy asks.
"I think it's airport personnel only beyond this point, Scrappy." Flim Flam says, pointing at the sign above the door. "We'll have to wait out here."
"Aw, shucks." Scrappy says, dejected.
"Don't worry, we'll see 'em again after their shift's over. Come on, let's sit over there and wait." Flim Flam walks over to some nearby chairs.
Shaggy and Scooby enter the airport's customs storage room, where they keep all the contraband food in place. As they enter, they are astounded as they are surrounded by various fruits, meats, and cheeses. Shaggy laughs hysterically.
"Like, is this the jackpot of jobs or what?!" Shaggy exclaimed excitedly, slurping his tongue.
"Re-he-he-he-he!" Scooby laughed, also slurping his tongue. "Reah!"
On the other side of town, Velma owns a bookstore called "Dinkley's Mystery Book Store". However, Velma wasn't too enthusiastic with her new job. Right now, she is on the phone with a customer.
"Uh-huh," Velma sighed, speaking monotonously. "Yes, we do carry the Hair-Raisers series. Number 23, Vampire Village. Got it. Number 24, Creepy Clown Town. Got it. Number 25, Menace at Mummy Manor. Got it. Yes, I'll hold them 'til Tuesday. Two weeks 'til Tuesday? Oh, yeah, that's fine. Bye."
Velma hangs up the phone and places it on top of a huge stack of books. She carries another heavily towards her desk. She watches Daphne on the little television, concluding her television appearance.
"Solving mysteries was a lot more fun than selling them," said Velma. Suddenly the phone rings and she answers. "Mystery Inc. Book Shop. Freddie?! Jinkies! Sounds great! Count me in."
Meanwhile, back at the airport, Flim Flam and Scrappy watch as the boss enters the customs storage room, only to find Scooby and Shaggy at the corner of the room, being all fat from eating the food.
"Like, hi, boss!" Shaggy greeted.
"You-You-" the boss stammered. "You ate all the contraband!"
Scooby burps.
"Rexcuse me," said Scooby. "Re-he-he-he-he!"
"Like, untrue, boss," said Shaggy. "We didn't eat it all. There's still a couple of Gorgonzolas left. Help yourself."
"You're a couple of Gorgonzolas!" the boss shouted. "You're fired!" He left the room by slamming the door hard.
"Geez!, Like, what a grouch." Shaggy says.
After the boss leaves, Flim Flam and Scrappy run in with concerned looks on their faces.
"You guys, alright?" Flim Flam asks.
"That big meanie!" Scrappy says. "Nobody fires my Uncle Scooby and gets away with it!"
"Like, it's fine, Scrappy." Says Shaggy. "But it looks like we're unemployed again, old pal."
"Reah," said Scooby, starting to cry. "Runemployed." He finally starts to cry and blows his nose with the handkerchief around his neck.
"Like, take it easy, buddy," said Shaggy. "Something will turn up. So what if this was, like, the greatest gig ever." He started to cry. "Like, so what if we starve, turned to skin and bones?"
They both start crying. By this point, Flim Flam and Scrappy are also on the verge of tears.
"Aw, don't cry, you guys…" Flim Flam says.
"Yeah, or you'll get US going…" Scrappy says. But they too start crying.
Scooby, Shaggy, Scrappy and Flim Flam sobbed for a long moment until the phone rings. They stopped crying as Shaggy answers.
"Like, hello? Freddie! Zoinks! We just caught you on the tube! Busy? Nah! Scooby and I were thinking of taking some time off."
"Reah, reah!"
Scrappy smiles and wags his tail.
"Freddie?" Flim Flam asks. "You mean this Fred Jones guy I've heard about from you guys?"
"Yeah! He's swell." Scrappy says. "I can't wait to see him again! And you'll like him too."
A week later, Daphne is prepared for her next trip. She waits for Fred outside of her house. Fred finally pulls up with the van, Daphne expressing a shrug.
"Sorry, I'm late, Daph," said Fred, exiting the van. "The traffic was murder." He helps gather Daphne's luggage. "This, uh, this everything?"
"Uh-huh," said Daphne.
"Got the maps?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"
"Fred," Daphne scoffed. "What is with you? Yes, I'm sure I'm sure."
"Well then..." Fred opens the door and Shaggy, Velma, Scooby, Flim Flam and Scrappy pop out, spraying confetti and blowing horns.
"SURPRISE! Happy Birthday, Daphne!"
"Gosh!" Daphne laughed. "It's great to see you all! And Flim Flam and Scrappy!
"Long time, no see, Daphne." Says Flim Flam.
"Ditto." Scrappy adds.