Today Daphne Blake is in her studios, (in Paris was a disaster) and with her is Fred, together… attached to a lie detector. (It was all Velma's idea, for locking them in the closet)
Daphne: I HATE THIS SHOW!
Fred: I'm supposed to be a guest,
Producer: well, now you're a host with Daphne now.
Fred: That doesn't explain why we're attached to a lie detector
Daphne: This isn't in my contract!
Producer: We're making it more exciting. More excitement means more viewers. And Daphne, kid it is in your contract… right here. (He place a big magnifying glass against small print of the bottom of her contract)
I agree of all terms, that I will do whatever the producers tell me to do.
Daphne: How am I supposed to see that?
Producer: That's show business.
Fred: Don't tell me, we have to answer embarrassing and personal questions from our viewers on live television.
Producer: No, we were going to throw eggs at you two. But THAT'S a better idea!
Daphne: (shoots a mad look on Fred) Thanks a lot, Fred! You guys are a bunch of- (consoled words)
Producer: Can someone gag her, please? Maybe that would shut her up. No wonder those monsters gagged her...
Velma: (runs randomly on the camera screen) don't underestimate the power of Velma Dinkley!
Daphne: When this show finishes, I will get you Velma!
If you want Daphne to die of embarrassment and are pure evil like me, send in those embarrassing and personal questions, people! Or Scooby will die...
Scooby: Ru-oh (gulp)