Apologies for the last chapter. That telephone-call idea was actually sent by Wherever Girl (sorry, I didn't mean to forget to acknowledge you).

Got some free time, so here's another chapter, which shall be longer than the last one… and include a coupling that no one will expect ;)

80808

Flim-Flam and Scrappy dove into a room, shutting the door and locking it, out of breath. "Do you think (huff huff) that he followed us?" Flim-Flam whispered.

"I hope not…" Scrappy replied.

The door burst open, broken off its hinges, a menacing-looking silhouette in the doorway.

"So much for hoping…" Flim-Flam deadpanned.

The figure howled and stepped into the light… revealing themselves to be a baby werewolf.

"Now listen up, Fangpuss, we don't want any trouble," Scrappy snapped. "But if you don't chasing us around, you're going to get a heaping helping of Puppy Power!"

Fangpuss only snarled and tackled them, pinning them down and sitting on them. "Alright, alright…" Flim-Flam sighed. "You got us. Now can we just go watch TV or something?"

"I wanna go out and look for those creeps, so we can splat 'em!"

Fangpuss babbled something, curiously.

"Didn't you hear? Some weirdoes were chasing our friends around. All the mystery solvers were out the other night looking! My Uncle Scooby told me all about it!"

"Hey… Fangpuss is a werewolf! Maybe he could help us look, and if those creeps come around, he can eat 'em!" Flim-Flam figured.

Fangpuss snarled, taking offense to that statement.

"He says he's not that kind of werewolf," Scrappy translated.

"Okay… then can you at least help us catch them?" Flim-Flam asked.

Fangpuss nodded.

"Great! C'mon, we can start looking now and get back before your parents get home," They then started to walk out, and he leaned over and whispered to Scrappy, "Next time, no horror-movies for the baby."

"Gotcha," Scrappy agreed.

80808

Flim-Flam, Scrappy, and Fangpuss were passing by the junkyard, as the sun started to set. "I bet that's where they're hiding," Scrappy guessed. "If I were some killer psycho, I could find plenty of hiding places in there,"

"Yeah, and there'd be plenty piles of junk to lie in wait by, waiting for some idiot to walk in and get their throats slit…" Flim-Flam added, then nudged Scrappy. "You go first, Scraps."

"WHAT? Why me?"

"Because I'm just a kid and Fangpuss is just a baby. Plus, I doubt some psycho would want to kill a puppy. They're more interested in going after meddling kids. …And besides, you're the toughest, so you can splat 'em first."

"Fine, but next time we explore a creepy place, YOU go first,"

They snuck in, tip-toeing past mountains of rusted junk, the oncoming darkness casting shadows, and making shadowed areas darker than before. A few rats scurried by, and the only sounds came from a few buzzing flies or a stray cat lounging around. "Maybe we ought to head back," Flim-Flam whispered. "I don't see anyone here, and Fangpuss' parents might be back soon."

Scrappy arched an eyebrow. "Flim-Flam… are you scared?"

Fangpuss snickered a bit.

"No! I just… Doubt a bunch of serial killers hang around here," Flim-Flam lied. "Plus, I don't want to lose any wages by dragging someone's kid into danger…"

*CLANG!*

"AUGH!"

"What was that?" Scrappy gasped.

Fangpuss followed the sound, and pointed ahead, growling. Scrappy and Flim-Flam ran over, seeing someone looking through a pile of rusted metal. "On three, we jump 'em," Flim-Flam whispered. "One, two…"

Fangpuss growled and leaped, jumping onto the figure.

"Aw man! We should've taught him how to count before we came out here!"

Rather than hearing frantic screams or sounds of a scuffle, they heard giggling. "Well, I didn't think I'd see you again this soon," came a familiar voice.

Scrappy and Flim-Flam walked closer, seeing Fangpuss was hugging Dotty. "Dotty? What are you doing out here?" Scrappy asked.

"Dotty!" Flim-Flam gasped, then looked into an old car's broken windshield. "I hope my hair isn't messed up,"

"I told you I was coming here to look for parts to use for my science project," Dotty replied, looking at her watch. "But I'd better start getting back home. I'm not allowed to be out after dark, unless I'm helping my siblings out with a case,"

"You're a detective?"

Dotty giggled. "Well, I help solve mysteries. Actually I've been working on one right now, along with all the other sleuths."

"You mean the one about those creepy killers creeping through those camps?" Scrappy asked.

"Yeah… How did you find out?"

"His uncle, Scooby Doo, was stammering about it to us last night over the phone." Flim-Flam replied.

"Scooby's your uncle? That's neat."

"Yeah, and we're going to help him capture those goons!" Scrappy added, and Fangpuss cooed with glee.

"Cool. Maybe we could get together sometime and work on the case together. My parents might let me stay out later if I'm with some friends, so we can get more investigating done."

"Get t-together…?" Flim-Flam gasped, hearts appearing in his eyes.

"Sure. Right now, we'd better get Fangpuss home, don't you think?"

"Oh, right! Lets go."

They started walking out, pausing when they passed by a pile of rubbish. "Hey, look at that…"

"What is it?" Scrappy asked.

Dotty walked over, to what appeared to be a small pink car. "It's a little car… and it's in great condition! I wonder who would want to throw it away?"

"We could pull it out and work on it, maybe fix it to where we could drive it." Flim-Flam suggested.

"Good idea."

They pulled the car off the pile and began to push it along, leaving the junkyard and heading back to Fangpuss' house.

80808

Velma walked down the street, exhausted from her research. So many questions ran through her mind, and it didn't help that she couldn't find anything more on the legends about the treasure or the psychos. What connection do those weirdoes have with the treasure? It could be they might just be bad guys in masks as always… but who, and how did they know Mr. Maxwell had the map? she wondered. This mystery is starting to baffle me…

"Whoa!" she gasped, tripping over a shopping bag.

"Watch it, my dress is in there!" Alexandra snapped, picking up the bag. "Geez, you'd think people who wear glasses would know how to use them."

Velma rubbed her head. "You'd think someone who cares so much about their purchased product would be wiser not to leave it lying around,"

Alexandra scoffed and walked off. "Geek."

Velma felt around, her glasses having fallen off during her fall. "I really need to get contacts…"

"These belong to you?" someone asked, holding her glasses in front of her.

She took them, her blurred vision becoming clear, seeing Pugsy kneeling in front of her. "Thanks."

He helped her up. "Don't let Alexandra bugify ya. She's just mad because she hasn't found a prom date yet,"

Velma rolled her eyes. "Gee, I can't imagine why,"

"Yeah. I thought about asking her… but luckily I was born a wise man."

"More like a wise-guy!" Alexandra called from down the block.

"Ah, keep walking, skunk-head!"

Velma chuckled. "So, you're still looking for a prom date too, huh?"

"Eh, basically. Turns out there are some girls who aren't interested in a charming guy like myself."

"Imagine that. Well, I haven't found a date either. I've been thinking too much about this mystery."

"Yeah… I met up with Kim and Biff today. Daphne told Kim that compass doesn't belong to Maxwell."

"Really? I wonder who it belongs to, then."

"We'll find out, sooner or later. My friends and I might get Fangface and check out the area again tomorrow night, see if there's more clues."

"That sounds like a plan. I just hope no one's hyped up about prom to forget about it."

"Thinking more about some dance than some killers? Even Fangs would have to disagree with you on that, Velma."

"I suppose… though you didn't say anything about doing any research."

Pugsy gave her a look. "Hey, I've done enough research to know that those creeps want that treasure bad enough that they're willing to murderfy anyone who gets in their way."

"Yeah… but according to their legends, they like to kill for kicks, nothing about wanting some treasure. I think they might be fakes."

"Well, we'll see once we've capturated them."

They walked on in silence for a little bit, before Velma finally said, "Maybe we could get our friends together and look around later. The mystery will be easier to solve if we all team up."

Pugsy shrugged. "Sure. …Just make sure Shaggy and Scooby don't bring any food. I don't need Fangface eating me and making me reek of werewolf-drool."

Velma chuckled. "Deal. …Well, there's my house up ahead."

"Mine's on the next street. I'll meet up with ya later, Velma."

"Alright. Goodnight."

"'Night. …Say, Velma?"

"Yes?"

"You think, after we've solved the case, you'd consider maybe… going with me? I mean, it'll be easier to think without the whole 'finding a date' clouding our minds. If you're interested."

Velma smiled. "Sure, I'll take your offer."

Pugsy smiled in return. "Great. So… see you tomorrow."

"Yep. See you later."

Velma walked inside, and Pugsy walked home, feeling like a weight was off his back…

"ARROOOO!"

*BAM!*

That is, until Fangface jumped on him around the corner. "Gotcha again, Pugs!" The werewolf growled.

Pugsy sneered at him. "If I wanted some mutt tackling me whenever I came home, I would have bought a dog. Get off me!"