Sipping on her first cup, Velma had settled down at the table to enjoy her little treat as she watched them clean up the floor from their little accident. Trying to seek her forgiveness, Shaggy had offered her two of the beaker ice cream goodies instead of just the one he had set aside for her. Though still wanting to eat the treat in her lab coat for Halloween, she opted to only eat one for now and save the other for the Halloween Party.

Finishing up from the floor cleaning, Shaggy cast a glance over and had to quickly look away before Velma had noticed the expression on his face. Gathering up the various bits of ruined paper towels, Shaggy used the time that it took to throw them away to be able to put on a solid poker face before turning back to her...

Because Velma had been indulging herself upon one of the grape flavored deserts, she was now sporting a rather thick purple mustache that sat outrageously upon her face. The color stood out against her skin; sitting squarely across her lips, inching down the sides of the corners of her mouth. Quite ridiculous looking, though the shade was more Daphne then Velma. Which made it all the more amusing to Shaggy. Thankful for the time he had to steel himself, but he wasn't sure how long he could last without letting her know something was up.

...She wore the mustache well at least.

"Pssst, hey Scoob."

Shaggy didn't want his pal to ruin it, as the Dane might give away the odd face wear early, so he tried to call over his bud to give him a task. To keep him occupied and out of the way for a little bit. Well, technically they could still use some paper towels, so it wasn't a ruse. Just a delay tactic. He kinda wanted to see how long he could keep a straight face when looking at her, and how long it would take her to notice either him, or herself in something reflective. It was just funny, and also a bit of harmless fun he figured she wouldn't mind too much once she found out. So, he didn't want Scooby to spoil it early.

"Rah Raggy?" Butt wagging, Scooby was none the wiser and eager to do anything for his pal. He hadn't noticed Velma yet, being in charge of 'disposing' of some of the rogue worms that got on the floor.

"Can you go find the paper towels we have in the bedroom? I think, we might like' need it for today. I know we have a roll in there somewhere." Shaggy asked, recalling that there was at least one in the room. But where, he was hoping was buried enough to take the Dane some time for searching. And he hoped that Scooby didn't remember that there was a new package in the pantry.

"R'ok Raggy!" Saluting, Scooby clattered across the kitchen, with one more slurp upon the floor before aiming for the kitchen door that led to their hallway to get to their room to search. Buying Shaggy, a bit of time.

"So, you guys were working on your dad's request for this years' Halloween event, right?" Velma perked up, having eaten most of her dessert, she was trying to milk the last little bit as long as possible. Just adding to her mustache every time she went back in for more. Though wanting to clarify and catch up to what all had been happening in the kitchen.

"Like' yeah. We have been working all morning to get things done. We only really had these worms left. Everything else was just setting up in the fridge."

Wandering over to where Velma was sitting, Shaggy tried to keep himself distracted from wanting to look at her square in the face. Delaying the time it took the young detective to find out what had happened to her. Plucking the discarded leaf blower from the floor, he made sure it was unplugged before casting a glance into the front of the machine.

Not that he would mind a face full of yummy treats, but at the end of the day, they were meant to be made for the kids. So, he can't be wasting them all.

Pulling the binding off, he slowly took apart the taped mess that he had made trying to secure the worms in place, removing the straws from the machine. Trying to see how many actually left their tubing, and what had to be removed by hand. Though surprisingly, it worked pretty well as an idea. Since most of the worms had in fact, left their containers and made it onto Velma. But as entertaining as flying worms were, the idea was to keep them in one piece.

Plucking the few that had been left, Shaggy moved to squeeze them out on a paper towel to see how much had been lost in the accident.

"Well, looks like I am going to have make another batch for the worms. I still have some left over, but it won't be enough for the kids." Shaggy sighed, knowing that he would have to use some of his back up stash of his own jello to replace the missing amount. Though Velma knew the sigh wasn't serious, since he always kept several flavors and brands of jello in his pantry... Just in case. The sigh was mainly sarcastic expression as if it was arm twisting to make Shaggy and Scooby spend more time in the kitchen working on some yummy food.

'Heaven forbid Shaggy and Scooby have to make more food!' Must be Velma's bad influence.

"Oh..." Velma mused, shooting a rolled eye his way with a pressed smirk. "What ever shall you do? I guess it's now time to walk to the store, uphill... both ways. Right?"

Her tight-lipped grin twisted sideways as she wasn't seriously quipping back at him, but instead answering his sarcasm in kind. Though little did she know how humorous she looked with her almost Fu Manchu of purple draped across her lips. Well, more of a horseshoe mustache then a Fu Manchu, as it was far thicker then what might be known as the Asian face wear.

"Yep. Alllllllllllll the way over here..." Taking a few steps, Shaggy walked goofily across the room to the pantry. Exaggerating his steps until he disappeared into the open door. It took but a moment before nabbing his extra boxes and anything else before returning to the kitchen.

"Oh, we don't have any more milk containers. I used the only ones you had dropped off for us." Shaggy pondered, looking over the recipe over again and remembering the steps he had taken earlier. The milk container was useful with gathering the straws all in one place and allowing him to pour the liquid into the straws and having a place for the excess to be easily removed. And he had already tossed them out, so he didn't want to dig them out and try to use them again after they had been in the garbage.

"Hm, I might have some more in my room, I could look." Velma offered, always having some cardboard on hand for one project or another. Though if it wasn't in her room, it might be somewhere in her lab as well. "What do you need it for?"

Passing the clipboard of instructions, Velma took it and read the steps over, chewing the bottom of her lip. Shaggy could see the wheels turning, but he wasn't exactly sure where they would end up too. Hopefully a situation that would help against the slow speed of de-worming. Though adding another set of hands to the current pair and paws would speed it up either way. Shaggy was hoping for at least a 'hmm' or an 'ah ha', though a 'Jinkies' would be amazing. And he knew something was coming, because her lip hadn't been enough for her to chew on, moving to the tip of her thumb as she took in all the information she could from the instructions.

"So, it looks like we need some type of container to put the gelatin jello into. And then an easier way to extract the worms from the straws. And not use a leaf blower to do so." She said, giving the guilty party a look. Though it wasn't a bad idea, but had they given it more thought they would have figured out the error in their plans. As it was far too powerful for what they wanted to have it do. And her mind was racing with other options... The hardest part would be which of them made the most sense in their situation and had laying around the house.

"We just need something that can exert a high amount of a localized air pressure, with a small enough diameter to work with the current circumference of the plastic tubing. Accounting for the friction between the inside surface area of the pathway and the gelatin derived substance. Hm..."

Pulling out some technobabble, it was like Velma's brain was leaking out with the overwhelming thought process that the woman had at times, she was clearly working on a solution for their current problem. But he was going to have to wait till she got enough out, judging by her glazed look on her face as she pondered their situation. A bit too into thinking about it, to translate what she exactly meant by her statement. But! He did get a 'hm' out of her at least. That meant progress!

"... Though the amount of pressure that is generated by a leaf blower has too much psi to leave the subject in question intact. So, using an air compressor would be too much force generated as well, without some type of modulation to the current setup. But using something as small as lung capacity, holds a different issue. Not wanting to contaminate the end product to be able to give to others. So, it needs to be mechanical, generated by an outside and more sterile outside force."

She had upgraded from just the tip of her thumb, to flat out gnawing lightly at the nearby knuckle of her index finger. Tiny bits of white teeth dances across her finger as it helped occupy her with her thinking.

"Ah ha! I have a few ideas. Be right back."

And off she disappeared.