The next morning, Gloria and Frank were at their father's house. Both had a day off that day and were going to be gone in either today or tomorrow. Their father's house was small, enough to have a master bedroom, a guest room, two baths. Even the kitchen, living and dining room. When she and Frank arrived at Shaggy's, they found the place in a mess.
The minute Gloria and Frank parked in the driveway, they noticed the house really needed a big fix – up job. Shaggy answered the door, a plate full of French toast with ketchup and syrup.
"Hi, Dad. Mind if we talk?" Gloria asked as they watched Shaggy put his glasses back in place.
"About what, sweetheart?" Shaggy asked, French toast in his mouth.
Their father hadn't changed at all in his mystery – solving days till today. Shaggy, eighty – nine years old now had silver hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a while. Gloria and Frank could tell Dad needed either a bath or shower.
"Dad, we wanted to let you know we leave with the gang either late today or early tomorrow," Frank said.
"Where are you going? Wait, don't tell me. You have a mystery to solve, is that right?" Shaggy asked.
"That's right, Dad, but we can still be in touch while working on the murder," Frank said.
"Where is the murder taking place?" Shaggy asked as he finished the last of French toast.
"Milwaukee," both answered.
"Wait a minute. Isn't that where Andy is a deputy?" Shaggy asked.
He saw them nod yes.
"Tell me about the murder," Shaggy said.
"Are you sure you want us to tell you, Dad?' Gloria asked.
Every time they told Shaggy about a murder they worked on, Shaggy was always frightened either of his children would get hurt.
While Gloria and Frank told Shaggy about the latest murder, Kylie was on the phone with her father, who used to be the leader of Mystery Inc. when they were growing up. He now has gray hair, blue eyes, and hearing aids. He is now hard of hearing and had been in the last twenty years, but his memory was still sharp. Danny was already working, so there was no time for him to talk to his mother, Daphne.
Daphne had always been the pretty one in her group. She still hasn't lost her beauty once. She, like Fred, Shaggy and Velma, she still wore her trademark light green scarf and purple dress with pink high heels. She now is eighty – seven years of age.
"Dad, I should mention Mystery Inc. second generation has a new murder to solve. You sure won't like the case we will be working on," Kylie told her father.
While on the phone with Fred, he had just finished tying his ascot.
"Why would I not like this murder case, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Because it involves you," Kylie told him.
Fred couldn't believe what she had just said.
"Why does this murder involve me for?" Fred asked.
"Are you sure you want to know, Dad?"
"Of course I want to know," he said.
He had not been notified from the sheriff's department from Milwaukee about Andy.
"This is hard to say, Dad. Andy was murdered and robbed the other day," Kylie said as she gulped.
She had been right – Fred did not enjoy this kind of news. He didn't catch every word of her sentence but sensed this was no good at all.
"Why didn't someone tell me this right away?" Fred asked in a shocked voice.
He found this news hard to believe.
"The police didn't call you?" Kylie asked.
"No! If you're going to work on this murder, I want you to promise me something," Fred told her.
"What kind of promise?" she asked.
She could tell her father called break down into tears anytime soon.
"Promise me you wouldn't get hurt on this case," he said as his nose started to run.
"Daddy, I always have, haven't I?" she said.
"Of course. A long time ago I had to sit out on a mystery we worked on because I had crutches."
"You never told me this story before. Dad, I can't go with the gang," she told Fred.
"Why not? As the leader, you should always go along since the leader plays a big part," Fred advised.
"I know that, Daddy. I have no idea if Mom and Fredricka know this or not. I can't go with the gang this time because I had a accident yesterday morning," Kylie went on.
Jessica was at her office, taking a fifteen – minute break. She wanted to call Velma, her mother. Her mother, Velma, didn't seem to care about girly stuff like Danny's mother, Daphne did. Her mother had always been the smart one, wearing her trademark orange and red. She had always been wearing glasses since she was growing up.
Jessica wasn't sure if Ryan called Velma to tell her the latest murder they were about to solve. She took the chance and called Velma at home.
"Hello?" she heard Velma say.
"Hi, Mom. Me, Jessica."
"Hello, sweetheart."
"Mom, has Ryan called you?" she asked.
"No, he hasn't. Why would Ryan call me?" Velma asked.
"In case you haven't heard, Mystery Inc. second generation has a new murder to solve. It does involve Kylie," Jessica told her.
"Jinkies! What is the murder case now?" Velma asked.
She had always been interested in the murders her children had solved in the past.
"You see, Mom, Andy got murdered the other day. He also was robbed," Jessica said.
Back at Shaggy's, Shaggy was in shock to hear this news.
"You're working on a robbery case? I sure wouldn't go for this case. It's too dangerous," Shaggy warned.
"We know, Dad, but we have to go," Frank told Shaggy as he and Gloria helped Shaggy into the bathtub.
"Zoinks! I wonder how Freddy feels since Andy was his son," Shaggy said.
"He probably heard the news by now," Gloria said.
"Still, I won't go for a murder like this, kids. I am sure Mr. Jones would give Kylie more advice about those traps you have used in the past. Scooby and I always had to be bait," Shaggy told them.
Every mystery that started for Mystery Inc. second generation, Shaggy had said this. Gloria and Frank nodded.
"Is Kylie coming along?" Velma asked.
"She can't, Mom. Yes, we know the leader plays a big part in a mystery, but she can help us from home," she told Velma.
"Tell me about this accident you had," Fred said.
"You won't like it, Dad. I woke up in the morning, jumped out of bed to take a bath. After I had my clothes off and finished, I jumped out. I was nowhere near a telephone or cell phone to call for help.
"The only choice I had was to stay right where I was until somebody came," Kylie said.
Fred sure didn't like this story.
"If you need me to help on Andy's murder, I won't mind giving some advice on traps," Fred told his daughter.
"Thanks, Dad. You've been a huge help in the past. I'm sure we could use more of your trap expertise advice," Kylie told him.
That was what he was thinking.