So sorry for going on hiatus AGAIN, guys, but I lost my train of inspiration. Luckily, Scoobycool9 lent me some inspiration (thank you!) so we're back to the plot!

Also, just so none of us (me included) don't get mixed up, here's the list of dates:

-Pepper and Shaggy

-Alexander and Melody

-Pugsy and Velma

-Mark and Kim

-Debbie and DD

-Tinker and Valerie

-Daphne and Larry

-Josie and Alan *no surprise

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Alexandra stormed down the sidewalk and to the Malt Shop the next day. Prom was that night, and she was the only girl without a date… and to add salt in the wound, Alan was going with Josie, and the remaining attractive guys decided not to go, focusing on the mystery instead. "Who the heck would care more about a bunch of creeps than Prom?" she was griping to Sebastian, who followed her. "The only reason why I'd give a damn was if they tried to crash it,"

Unbeknownst to her, Bucky and Nail-Scalp were watching from an alley. "Crap, she's on to us! Should we kill her?" Bucky gasped.

"I think she was just stating an example," Nail-Scalp replied. "That girl is too full of herself to get involved in anyone else's affairs… unless they stole her boyfriend or something."

Bucky arched an eyebrow. "She has a boyfriend?"

Alexandra walked into the Malt Shop, which was almost empty, only a couple customers sitting at the counter… and on the far side of the room, Fangs sat alone at a table, looking absolutely miserable. "What's eating you?" Alexandra asked.

"I asked Melody out to the Prom… but then she asked out Alexander and forgot all about me," Fangs replied. "And all the other girls are taken… except Dotty, but I don't think her parents will let her date a guy five years older than her,"

Alexandra crossed her arms, leaning against the table, her face still having a bitter expression. "Well, you're not alone. It's the night of Prom, and I don't have a date either! I asked a few guys, but they ended up making up some excuse and bolting down the hallway, asking out some other girls!" she turned to Fangs, furiously. "What do they have that I don't have?"

Fangs leaned back, nervously. "Um… a nice personality?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ha ha, like I haven't heard THAT one a thousand times,"

Fangs rubbed the back of his neck. "Ooh, ooh, you know… you don't have a date, and I don't have a date… so why don't we just go together?"

Alexandra scoffed. "You expect me to pull a Pepper and go to Prom with some loser? No way! Like I'd want to date…"

"Oh, I didn't mean date-wise. We could just go as friends,"

Alexandra sneered. "Friends?"

"Yeah, yeah. We wouldn't have to hold hands or anything, or get a picture together unless you wanted to, or even dance together. We'll just go in together, and that's it."

Alexandra pondered this. "Well, I suppose going with an idiot like you would be better than going by myself… At least no one would think I was a TOTAL reject. BUT, if anyone asks, I asked YOU, and you were the FIRST guy I asked, got it?"

"Uh, okay."

"Good. …And for the love of my reputation, try not to turn into a werewolf and embarrass me." With that, she walked out.

Fangs blinked. "Turn into a what?"

Sebastian could only snicker. He knew this was going to be good!

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Dotty, Flim-Flam, Scooby-Doo, Woofer, Whimper, and Scrappy walked down the street. "Man, everyone's so excited about Prom, they've forgotten all about the mystery!" Scrappy was complaining. "I can't believe it…"

"Well, it IS an important event in Senior Year," Dotty said. "The only reason I'm not going is because I want to find out why those creeps are after that treasure… and my parents won't let me stay out past curfew, unless I'm helping out with a case."

"Good thing you chose the case, huh?" Flim-Flam joked. "So, what all do you know about the treasure?"

"Well, according to everyone's research, the treasure was hidden in a place called Treasure Trove Cove. The area used to be listed on the map, but for some strange reason it wasn't listed anymore. We also found a compass with the initials JM on it, and thought it belonged to Daphne's uncle, but he said it didn't belong to him. And my brother, Larry, also found a yearbook, but some goon knocked him out and took it… Luckily, Woofer and Whimper saved Larry before the creep could to any more harm."

"At least SOMEONE appreciates our effort," Woofer said, proudly.

"And then Biff and Kim checked the school records after finding a torn page out of a yearbook. It was about the class of 1966. I happened to be in the library when they were doing their research and they filled me in, but they had to go back to class. I managed to stay behind since it was my study-hall period, and found some interesting things," she reached into her pocket, pulling out a photo-copy of a picture.

In the picture were five boys and a girl standing around each other. The first boy had dark hair that sported a Beatles hairstyle, and wore a jumpsuit, and he was holding a Rubix-cube; The second boy was wearing a fedora and had a glove on his right hand; The third boy had lighter hair and wore a hockey sweater; The fourth boy was shorter than the rest, and he had poofy hair and was carrying a doll; The girl in the picture had long dark hair with a flower-clip, and has a T-shirt that says "Psycho" on it; and the final boy had long dark hair, who was the only one who wasn't smiling, and was wearing an apron and clutching a paper-sack.

"Who are those guys?" Scrappy asked.

"Their names were Thomas, Marco, Toby, Louis, Jenna, and Ralphy." Dotty replied. "They were a group of teens who, according to the yearbook history, all dreamed of making their own horror movies, being known to make some to entertain their classmates, and were star-pupils in their drama club. One day, though, Ralphy's mother died of an illness, and his father had left them years before and he had to be sent to a special school out of town, and he ended up going missing."

"Rissing?" Scooby repeated.

"Yeah, but they never found out what happened to him. His friends thought he was dead, and they all split up after high school."

"So, what's this got to do with the mystery?" Flim-Flam asked.

"Take a good look at them." Dotty took out a sheet of tracing paper and lied it over the picture, then took out a marker, drawing over everyone's faces. "If we put a few nails in Thomas' head, gave Marco a pair of scissors and scars on his face, put a scuba-mask on Toby, gave a few stitches to Louis' doll, and put a bag over Jenna's head…"

"You mean, they might be those psychos?" Scrappy gasped.

"That's my theory… I mean, they do have some sort of resemblance, plus their backstories fit- Thomas loved to collect shells, Marco loved to cut things with scissors, Toby couldn't swim, Louis was interested in voodoo, and Jenna loved playing a killer in their movies… actually, they all switched up the roles."

"But I thought a couple of those psychos' legends happened when they were kids, like Mason Doorkeys or Michelle Mayors,"

"Yes… but those legends were made up BY these guys. Their movies took place at their old camps, and I suppose that's where everyone got the legends from… I just wish I knew what happened to Ralphy."

"What's it got to do with the treasure, though?" Flim-Flam asked.

"I don't know yet… But I plan on finding out. I managed to make a copy of that map in Mr. Maxwell's journal, before Daphne returned it to him…"

"So we could go find that treasure!" Scrappy exclaimed.

"AND find out who's really behind all this, though I think I've got this mystery just about solved- not to rip off Velma or anything. We can find Love-Bug and drive up there,"

"Sounds great to… wait, you named the car Love-Bug?" Flim-Flam asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Why not? She IS a girl-car."

Flim-Flam made a disgusted look. "Yeah, I guess… Why don't we take Speed Buggy too, just so we don't look like sissies- Er, I mean, so we don't have to break him and 'Love-Bug' up."

"Okay, but we'll have to ask Tinker."

They walked on, not knowing they were being watched. "Those kids are going to spoil everything!" a figure hissed to itself. "I've got to make sure they stay away from those caves…"

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Just thought we'd get back on track of the mystery… and I couldn't stand to just leave Fangs hanging (too bad Alexandra had to be his last resort). Next chapter we'll get into some suspense.