While Velma was gone, searching for any other milk cartons and whatever other crazy thing she had in mind. (Too much math for Shaggy's liking, but whatever worked for her.) Shaggy moved to steer Scooby to help him whip up another batch of worms. Since it seemed like Velma might have a plan about how to get the worms out better, he was going to leave the deworming process to once she got back. Since the mixture had to get made and given enough time to cool down before he could even add the straws and worm liquid to any carton she brought to him anyway.

"Hey Scooby, like' put that kettle back on will ya? I think it's gotten cold enough that it needs another round of heat." Shaggy asked of his best bud, earning a salute in response.

"Rah rah Raggy." Moving to get the fire lit, Scooby placed the kettle on the flame to let it heat up for the worms. Making sure to replace the top so that it could properly whistle when it was ready.

Looking over the supplies, the Jell-O wall had dwindled from when they had started. But Shaggy still had enough whipping cream and gelatin to make more gummy worms for the kids. Thankfully he always liked to buy more then he needed, just in case. And actually, looking over left over flavors, he still had some of the Raspberry left. So, he didn't need to have pulled out his sparse just yet. But that was ok, more is always good. Better that not having enough. Especially when making food for others.

He wished they still had some cans of whipped cream left cold. He had a few tucked away for a rainy day, but it was nicer when it was cold and straight out of the fridge. The rest of the gang probably had a slightly used can, but he didn't want to break in and steal it just for a quick snack. Not when there were other things that he could eat, that wasn't swiping from his other pals.

"Shaggy!" Velma snorted, coming out of nowhere and giving him a hearty whap on the shoulder. He spun around to see why she hit him but noticed immediately. She had found the mustache somehow, tried to scrub it off of her face in the bathroom. But without giving herself enough time, there was still a bit of purple left sitting on her top lip. Causing him to try and fail to contain his laughter.

"You jerk." She wanted to be angry, but part of her was surprised that she hadn't noticed him reaction to it. Along with the fact that he managed to keep it a secret from her, and Scooby didn't notice to spoil the surprise. So, she eventually sighed and gave in to a laugh with him. "Oh you. What am I going to do with you?"

Placing her hands at her hips, she jangled with a small paper bag that must have contained what she had in mind, and the cartons. Well, if she was able to find some. He could totally chug a carton or two of juice that might have come in a similar container, but he really didn't have one on hand. They would have to go to the store to buy more food...

Perish the thought!

In some ways... Shaggy did hope that she didn't have one and that would they got to go food shopping for more. He had gotten most of the treats done, and it wouldn't stall them that long... maybe. To go and get some juice to drink... And some more whipped cream... Aaaaaand anything else that would be yummy. Just an hour or two, tops! Really! Though he would have to invite Velma to come along for the company. At least she should be more willing to go, then if Daphne was asking.

"R'hat you rot Relma?" Padding over and looking around Shaggy who was lost in delicious thought, he noticed the bag and brought attention to it. He was about to try to shove his head inside but knew better then to do that to something from Velma. Her bags were less safe than say, like Fred. To save his nose a possible poking, he held back and just asked about it from afar.

"Oh, yeah. I found another three cartons and some things that might help your sticky straw situation." Peeking into her bag, she pushed them around before she looked up and noticed standing by Shaggy and Scooby didn't give her good counter space to work on. So, she thought to move to the island nearby and dump the bag out to show her haul.

Various objects spilled on to the countertop surface. The duo knew what some of the objects were, but others were a bit of a mystery. Picking one up, Scooby looked at the small hand-held device... of some type. It kind of reminded the Dane of a small butane torch, with a cylinder and some type of nozzle. But he doubted that was the same thing. Because he was pretty sure a flame wouldn't help them in this situation. More likely to melt the plastic straws than to help them remove it. But if the straws were some kind of pastry that one might be able to char or caramelize, then it would be great!

"That is actually a mini air compressor for inflating bike tires."

Gently taking it from Scooby, she tilted it and pointed to the base which showed that it was hollow at the moment. She then ran her hand across the mess and found a small metal co2 canister. Holding it up to present it to the pair. It was silver in color, and only a few inches long. Easily held between her thumb and forefinger.

"This guy goes inside, and then you press the pressure lever and air shoots out. I really haven't used this yet, so I'm not sure if this is what we need. So, it will be a low priority till later testing might call for a higher pressure to give this a try. Otherwise I would like to save this in case we need it on a bike ride if I can help it."

Velma pointed out, but she liked the idea as a whole. It was nice to have just a small, hand held gadget that she could bring on a bike ride that made it possible to deal with sudden need for a repair and inflation. Though she also did own a foot long, small portable bike pump just in case as well. But it was nicer if she didn't have to slave over the pump to just get the tire to a point where she could ride on it.

"Are those syringes?" Shaggy was afraid to say that aloud. Unsure why Velma might have that sort of thing.

"Yep, I have a few different types. Some of the smaller gauges are great for measuring liquids in some of my experiments. It is a lot easier than trying to rely on pouring it into a container only to then add it to something. And since it's a plunger, I can watch the measurements while I am adding which ever liquid to whatever project at the time."

"Hm, I guess you can use it like that, rather than just for medical things." Shaggy guessed, still feeling weird to see it.

"Syringes are used all the times, in all sorts of situations. Not just use for medical things." Velma pointed out. But it just made Shaggy shiver a little.

"I don't really like' like needles." Rubbing the sides of his arms, he tried to ward off the goosebumps at the thought. He was such a wuss when it came to needles. No matter how necessary they are.

"Rah rah!" Scooby agreed, hiding behind Shaggy. With keeping him up to date with all his vaccines and such. Needles were a necessary evil for him as well.

"But you guys use one of these all the time!" Feeling a bit flustered with their concern over a small plastic tube and a plunger pushing air or other liquids. Making a few aggravated gestures, Velma wandered over to Shaggy and Scooby's junk drawer. (one of several in the room) and fished around for the object she was looking for. Pulling out a syringe she knew they used all the time... Namely a flavor infuser.

Pulling the small, clear and measurement marked syringe, she held it up for both of them to see. It even had a wicked looking needle attacked to it, useful for pressing through to add flavoring into various meats, Veggies and the occasional seafood. And while it was thicker than most medical grade syringes, it didn't really look all that different. And she even knew that there were several of the three ringed, bright silver classic surgical type syringes. They were used for cooking, resembling the kind of look from a medical surgeon s tray from most movies. Must be where they get them. Why buy some expensive looking medical syringe, when you can buy a baster that looks just like one?

"Oh, hahaha. That, yeah." Shaggy felt a little big sheepish, since well... Velma's tubes were just a bunch of plastic that looked kind of like one. While the tool he used often, looks far closer to the thing he was being scared of. Stabby silver bits included.

"Yeah, that you silly goofs." Velma placed the tool back into the drawer where it lived and moved back to her stuff. "Fred also has something like this only super-sized, for the van. And I know you guys have used that on an oil pan before."

"Heh, sorry Velms. You know how I get when I get scared. Not really thinking about it." Shaggy admitted, knowing that his brain could run away with him at the drop of a hat. Especially at things that were freighting. Even just to think about.

Scooby also felt a bit silly and tried to gather a bit of courage to poke and roll around some of the syringes that Velma had.

"Yeah, well these can be used as a pneumatic pump... um. They are able to take air that I suck into the tube beforehand, and then can use that stored air to push against the worms trapped in the straws and hopefully, it works. There are some possible problems, but I won't know how well it works until we experiment!"

Pulling on one of the plungers, Velma sucked in air and turned the nozzle at Scooby. Gripping part of the device that stuck out for handling, she quickly pushed the air out and right into Scooby's face.

WHISSSSSSTLE!

The sound rang out, just as Velma shot air at Scooby. Making a strange coincidence from when she depressed the plunger, and the nearby kettle finally calling out. Letting the group know that the water was ready. Though Scooby was licking his chops at the odd sensation of being puffed at from the air. Trying to chomp at nothing, even after the air had run out and stopped.

"Looks like the water's ready! One sec."