Thank you Scoobycool9 for the inspiration. Here's another chapter!

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Biff, Kim, Alan, Josie, Mark and Debbie went back down to the lake to find clues on who could have knocked out Larry. They searched the canoe they found him in, and even went to the docks on the other side in hopes of finding a trace, yet whoever knocked out Larry cleaned up their trail pretty good. Not even a footprint was found.

"Maybe we could look around the campsite near the docks. They could have hidden in one of the cabins," Kim suggested.

"We saw someone running off the trail near Maxwell's campsite, too, so they might have gone that way." Alan added.

"We can split up in groups of threes and search," Mark said.

"Sounds good. Alan, Josie, you can come with me, and we'll search the grounds near Maxwell's campsite." Biff replied.

"We'll search the dock's campgrounds then." Debbie replied, and they split up.

The campgrounds near the docks were completely deserted, with old paint peeling off the cabins and an old tetherball snapping off its rotted thread. "I think I see something over there," Kim said, pointing over near some bushes, walking over.

"What is it?" Mark asked.

Kim held up a torn piece of paper, that read '…of '66.' Debbie took it, seeing that unlike the rest of the trash around the camp, this paper wasn't crumpled, worn out, or sticky with some substance. It looked as if it had been recently torn. "It must have been out of that yearbook Larry talked about," she said. "And whoever had it decided to destroy it, no doubt."

"So much for a clue," Kim sighed.

"Don't worry just yet," Mark said, snapping his fingers. "That yearbook probably belonged to someone from Coolsville High, so we can check out the school records."

"Good idea. We can check tomorrow," Debbie replied.

They began walking out of the camp, when a soft spot in the ground gave out beneath their feet and Kim tripped. "Whoa!" she cried, and toppled into Mark, landing on top of him in the most cliché, yet awkward, position ever. "Willackers! Sorry…"

"Er, it's okay, Kim. These grounds have bad soil, so it could have happened to anyone," Mark said, blushing.

Debbie rolled her eyes. "Yeah. How about if you two get up, now? It's not prom night yet, you know." she joked.

Kim quickly got up, glaring at Debbie. "That would have been funnier if we were actually going together, Deb." Mark retorted, then turned to Kim. "By the way, who are you girls taking?"

"I already asked out DD,"

"I… don't know yet." Kim replied with a shrug.

"You don't, huh? …Well, we could go, if you want." Mark said. "I mean, unless you have someone else in mind, it's fine-"

"Oh, no it's okay. I'd like to go with you,"

He smiled and gave a nod. "Great. We've got a date then."

They continued on, though Debbie was completely silent. Sure, she had asked out DD, leaving Mark out, and of course she and the other girls talked about how they wouldn't go out with people others easily expected them to go with… but when Mark asked out Kim, something inside her stomach gave a lurch. Oh, well… she thought. It's no big deal, it's just some dance.

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Josie, Alan, and Biff searched the campgrounds, which were just as rundown as the rest. "You know, they really ought to fix these places up and clean the area a little." Josie commented, watching as a raccoon grabbed onto an old Frisbee and took off. "These campgrounds would be a lot of fun for kids during the summer,"

"All the cabins are rotted, too. If anyone tried stepping inside any of them, the entire thing would collapse on them." Biff added. "You'd think someone would have declared them a hazard-zone by now."

"Hey, check it out…" Alan said, noticing something on the steps of one of the cabins. It was a dirty old maroon badge with the initials 'JM' on it. "These have the same initials as that compass… You think Maxwell ever went to camp?"

"I doubt it," Josie replied. "Daphne said he lived in a different town as a kid. It must belong to someone else…"

"That would probably mean that compass doesn't belong to him, either!" Biff gasped.

A tree-branch then fell behind them, nearly crushing them. "We'd better get out of here and meet up with the others, before something else falls on us," Alan suggested.

"Yeah. If those psychos don't kill us, the rotted grounds of these camps might,"

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"Babysitting?" Scrappy questioned as he and Flim-Flam walked down the street. "Why are you taking up baby-sitting? We ought to be out splatting those creeps!"

"Hey, I got to earn lunch-money somehow, don't I? Vincent said he wouldn't be lending me any after an accident I caused with one of his spell books," Flim-Flam replied.

"Oh, you mean when you made that turkey come to life on the dinner table and it tried to carve him up?"

"That wasn't me! I think that bird was possessed…" he paused then, looking down the sidewalk. "Whoa!"

"What is it?"

"Hey, Scrap… who's that girl?"

Scrappy looked down the sidewalk, seeing it was Dotty. "Oh, that's Dotty. She goes to school with Shaggy."

"She's in high school? Wow, she looked at least my age…"

"Oh, she is. She's just really smart. Want to meet her?"

"Uh, not right now. We've got a babysitting job to do, remember?"

"Oh… well she's coming this way now."

"WHAT?"

Indeed, Dotty was walking toward them, with Woofer and Whimper with her. "Hi Scrappy… who's your friend?" she asked.

"This is Flim-Flam. He'll be going to school here, and he's staying with me and my Uncle Scooby," Scrappy replied.

Dotty stuck out her hand. "Nice to meet you,"

Flim-Flam was stone still… yet shaking. "U-U-Uh… h-hi." he stammered.

"Hey, I'm going to the junkyard later to find some raw material for a project I'm working on. You guys want to come with?"

"Sure, we'll have to come after we're done babysitting, though." Scrappy answered.

"Oh. Who are you babysitting?"

Scrappy turned to Flim-Flam. "Hey, Flim, who ARE you babysitting? …Flim-Flam?" he nudged him with his elbow. "Hey! Double-F!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I thought I saw a, uh… um, what were we talking about?" Flim-Flam asked.

"We were wondering who you were babysitting." Dotty answered.

"Oh! Um, just someone's baby. They live in that house over there," he pointed down the sidewalk.

"Hey, I know that place! I've baby-sat there before, too."

"You have?"

"Yeah… and all I can say is, you'd better have a lot of energy, because that baby is a real animal."

"Pretty wild, huh?"

"Actually, I was being literal. He's Fangs' baby cousin, and if you know about Fangs' family, you'd better watch yourself." She scribbled something on a piece of paper then. "Here's my number. Call me if you need back-up," with that, she left.

"Gosh, I wonder what she was talking about. What do you think Flim-" Scrappy began, noticing Flim-Flam had a silly smile on his face. "…Flam? Uh, earth to Flim-Flam! Are you feeling okay?"

"She gave me her number… and I didn't even have to try!" Flim-Flam said, as little hearts bubbled over his head.

"Uh, okay… lets get over to that house, alright?" I sure hope one of the parents is a good doctor. the puppy thought.