Shaggy wasn't there when I woke up. I rubbed my eyes repeatedly trying to see if this was a reality. I looked down at my clothes relieved to find I was back in my Cookie Monster pajamas. I looked around my room happy to find everything was intact. I pushed myself up before turning and making my bed. I just couldn't seem to shake that dream from my head. It was all too real. I went through my routine of getting ready for the day. I chose to wear my pink cashmere sweater with grey sweatpants and black boots. I slipped on my blue coat and went to the kitchen, My father and Tressa had left early for work. so I was alone for breakfast that was until Shaggy made his grand appearance.

"Good Morning Diana,"

"Good morning,"

"How'd you sleep?"

"I slept well thank you,"

"Do you have to go?"

"Yes"

"Can't you stay?"

"I'm afraid, not Shaggy," I replied shaking my head.

"Aw, nuts,"

"I'm sorry," I replied placing my cereal bowl in the sink.

"See you after school,"

"I'll see you then"

School passed at a snail's pace. I found myself mulling over everything Shaggy had told me but there was so much I didn't know. He'd went to this school when he was living so there had to be records of it somewhere. When lunch came that day I hoofed it to the library in hopes of finding something. I looked through the archives in the back relentlessly. There were several dusty boxes as not everything had been transferred online yet. Not to mention the room wasn't very well lit and smelled horrible. I coughed as I came across a box of old yearbooks. Gently I lifted the lid and begun rummaging through the books. Eventually, I found what I was looking for. Apparently Shaggy and his friends used to be pretty popular mystery solvers. I squinted at the building in the background of one photo. I recognized the place. The old Malt Shop on Main street. Surprisingly it was still open and being run by the same family. I'd have to go there after school. Before the bell rang I checked out the yearbook claiming it to research, which it was just not for school.

I had a mystery on my hands.

The bell jingled above my head as I pushed open the door to the malt shop. I inhaled the scent of the ice cream and other treats around me. Soft music played from the old jukebox in the far right corner as I made my way to the counter where my good friend Nathaniel was working dressed in his strict fifties uniform. He smiled as I neared the counter brushing the dark hair from his honey colored eyes as he spoke.

"You want the usual Diana?"

"Sure thing," I replied sitting down on the red barstool.

"Hey, whats that?" Nathaniel asked as he passed me my usual vanilla milkshake.

"Research," I proudly replied holding up the old yearbook.

"For what?"

"None of your beeswax Nat," I teased.

"I suppose this is one of your top secret things?"

"You'd be right,"

"Why do I get the feeling I'm somehow involved?"

"You aren't but could I speak to your brother?"

"Charlie? Sure come on back!"

Charlie stood at the stove in the sleek kitchen currently cooking something that smelt like hamburgers. He turned when Nat called out to him informing him of my project.

"So kiddo what do you wanna know?"

"Do you remember a boy named Shaggy by any chance,"

"Sure do he and I were classmates. He was really funny and easy going it was a shame he passed on,"

"Yrah I bet,"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"That's top secret,"

"Well, may i suggest cheking out the trophy cases at school you just might find something there,"

"Thanks"

"You're welcome"