The Mystery Machine sped down the motorway, heading to Forks, Washington.
Fred was at the wheel, with Velma sat in the seat next to him. Daphne had clambered into the back of the van, rummaging through her suitcase.
The sky had darkened considerably, and Daphne was wailing, because Velma had informed her that Forks, and the whole of Washington City, was the wettest place in America.
"Fred, we have to turn around! I've only packed shorts and strappy tops. I can't walk around when it's throwing it down with rain!"
"Maybe you should have watched the weather channel." Shaggy muttered.
"Maybe you should realise it won't show the Washington weather report in LA." Daphne snapped back.
"Maybe you should get some brains! Red head." He argued.
"Maybe, Shaggy, you should stop being so stressy. Ever since we found it was a werewolf case, you've been so… miserable!" Fred butted in.
"Werewolf now, eh? I thought yesterday it was a 'abnormally large wolf'?" Shaggy pointed out.
"You know what I effing mean!" Fred tightened his grip on the steering wheel, wishing the van would go faster.
"Raggy's ron ris reriod! Scooby barked. (Shaggy's on his period)
"No I'm not!"
Sitting quiet through all this, Velma turned the radio on, hoping to block out the noise of the fighting.
I'll love you for a thousand years, and a thousand more. The song ended, and the weather man came on.
"The state of Washington is predicted for a cold and wet Christmas. A Wind speed of up to 30mph, however in the early days of January, a few inches of snow is predicted to fall."
A gasp and small wail from Daphne was heard from the back.
"How? It's always sunny in LA!"
Looking into the mirror, Fred saw Shaggy about to open his mouth to speak.
"Don't." He warned him.
Growling, Shaggy put his head in his hands. Pressing his foot down on the accelerator, Fred sped up, only having to break again, because there was a huge traffic jam.
Moaning, and banging his head down on the steering wheel, Fred knew this was going to be the longest journey of his life.