"...Yeah, I think I could use a hand."

But even with Shaggy's help, it still wasn't budging. At first Fred moved out of the way, in case he would have 'loosened' it for Shaggy to take over and pop it off like nothing. It would have been nice, but that wasn't the case. They even tried with them alternating on the two left over nuts, it was still not loosening. The next option was to try to gang up on the socket wrench. But the force they put on it was more lifting the van, rather then turning the nut... Having to stop and take a step back and form a new plan.

"Whoo boy, heh heh. That is, like' really on there!" Catching his breath, Shaggy gave a laugh with the rebelling hardware. Fred had to agree, it was proving problematic.

"Well, we tried to both to grab it, and then do it each by ourselves. But that didn't work. And I don't have a pneumatic version of one of these darn things... That might have been the reason behind these guys being so tight. Remember when she got her new tires on? Might have been then. That or well, the damage is making it tough. Which I hope not. Or if it is, it's more the rim being an issue then a bent threading on the tire. I don't think I can fix that on my own." Fred sighed, looking at the tire before speaking again.

"And then that might mean we would need to call for a tow. And in this weather, as well as having to come all the way down the driveway... I am just hoping it's just really really stuck." Fred grumped, shaking his socket wrench at Shaggy to show what he was talking about. "Or we are really stuck if something else comes along, mystery wise. Or would have to find a way to go on a trip without the girl. Which would make me sad to do. honestly. It's been years since she has been out of commission to miss a mystery. And most of those was us between van's when that happened."

"Well, how can we like... Hm. How would Velma put this." Putting his hand to his chin, Shaggy played with his goatee while he was trying to figure out the right words to explain to Fred what he was thinking. Recalling Velma doing something fancy when doing something like this, when normal attempts wasn't working.

"You know how sometimes Velma grabs a thing, on top of a thing to make the turning thing, like' work better? Ugh, I know there is fancier words for it, but I can't think of what she would say... But you get me, right?" Shaggy tried to add hand gestures, to try to get the idea across to Fred. But felt like he was struggling to get his message across to the other man. Flailing his hands around trying to describe what he meant.

"A thing on a thing... Are you saying when like she might add a... OH! Oh, I get it! You are talking like when Velma might add something longer to add to the fulcrum of the twist. Basically adding a longer length to the point of a pivot to get more power out of it. That might work."

"Yeah, sorry for not being clear, but that sounds about right."

"Hey, no worries Shag. 'Fulcrum' isn't exactly an everyday word for you. Not really used commonly by anyone other than Velma anyway. Even with me and my traps. So, I understood what you meant. But yeah, it might work... If we can figure out how to add an extended length to the socket wrench to make that idea work. Simpler is better in these types of situations. Less bits to break or go wrong with, the simpler we go." Fred pointed out, trying to reassure Shaggy. Yeah, he didn't use as complex of words to describe it, but he understood the science well enough to suggest the use of in this situation. Which is the main thing in his eyes. Application over recollection of vocabulary.

"So, we just need to make that bit here, longer to help like the socket wrench to twist with a bit more oomph?" Pointing at the handle, Shaggy indicated a bit out with the extra length needed. Faking the imaginary piece and lifted to show what they wanted to do.

"Yep, in a nut shell."

"Hm... What is long and would fit over the end like that? Uh, would a pipe work? Like we can slide it over and then help with the up, up-ness?" Shaggy offered, trying to think what nearby part they might have around available that fits the bill.

"Oh, yeah. That would totally work, Shag! Hm, but we need it to be metal. I would worry about a PVC pipe that we could try, that might be more likely to find in our house... Would probably break under the pressure over a metal counter part. Don't want to shatter the plastic while trying to use it."

"Ah, that makes sense. Metal is stronger. Do you think we have something in the Mystery Machine? Or do you think we need to dig into..." Pausing for dramatic effect, Shaggy then tossed a thumb behind him towards the chaos that was their garage. Which hadn't been cleaned in a really long time. Longer then he could recall.

"That."

Fred laughed, and nodded his head sadly at the garage. He was happy his main tool case was on the edge of the mess, but behind that... 'That' was legendary.

"I guess let's try the van first, before trying our hand... or loosing one to 'that'."

Nodding to one another, the men new knew what they were looking for. The Van was first to search through, though trying not to jostle it from the jack. So,they had to look as far as they could without actually going inside at the moment. Which limited their search. But they would really have to get in there, and tear stuff apart in order to check everywhere in their van. As it was packed over the years for a lot of 'in case of emergency' moments, like the earlier mention of use of the snow tires to be able to be a ladder. So, with thinking outside the box, their clutter was as random as well. Never knowing when something would come in hardy, when it had on a previous mystery. Or the fact that they didn't have it for an older mystery, was why it was in the van now.

Which just left...

Both men looked around the van at the garage, and swallowed a gulp. Sure, monsters, ghouls and ghosts were their day job. But this was a whole new level of scary, even for Fred. The garage had enough clutter for decades now, with the miscellaneous items of four people with wide interests... So, the Garage reflected that, as well as the chaos that was it for not being touched and cleaned in ages. More years then any of them wanted to say aloud.

"I'll go." The usual fearful Shaggy, offered to be the sacrifice to wade into the mess. "I've seen Mike Wolfe walk on top of things like this in American Pickers... I can... do this. Yeah, I can do this!"

'Ah, that makes sense.' Fred thought to himself, also being a fan of the show. Had seen the nimble man walk across the top of many a garage or attic. With Shaggy's gymnastic skills, and lighter frame then his own, it would make more sense for him to be able to walk across the clutter and get a better view of what was around.

Moving to assist, Fred stood at Shaggy's side to be a grip and relieve some of the weight on the starting area Shaggy was moving to wander on top of. Being a brace to be leaned on as Shaggy slowly worked into the edge of the mess. Having to choose his footing wisely to make sure it didn't collapse under him. Starting the climb to get above it all, as well as using some of the beams above the lanky man in order to try not stepping down with everything. Spreading out the load across multiple surfaces to get in further. But Fred could only help so much before Shaggy was too far away from him to aid in the climbing.

"I wish I could get in there as well, but it's too much for the both of us. And you are lighter. I'm going to check around the back in case we have something laying against the garage on the sides or back. But yell if something happens, I'll come running."

"As always!" Chirped Shaggy positively. It was his gut reaction anyway, so it wasn't a problem for him to call out if he was going to need some help.

Watching Shaggy slowly progress into the double wide, two car garage that was on their property, Fred had to pull himself away to try to see if he could find maybe something he forgot they had. Laying against the building maybe left over from a previous project that one of them did, and then was there so long, that any of the gang might had forgotten it was there. Becoming part of the home decor that was just always a familiar sight and thus ignored.

Raising his head to the still falling snow, Fred watched for a second before sighing lightly and then shifted to look down at the snow that was layered around the outside wall. He had packed his hat, boots and jacket... but seemed to be missing his gloves. He must have dropped them under the van while he was moving around. Since he needed his hands to grab better the jack and other tools. And now he was going to be shoving his hands into the coldness in order to dig for something that might not be there.

'Drat, oh well...'

There was a risk of getting his gloves where they were, mainly because he would then be possibly under the unstable van. Not wanting to risk the van slipping off of it, if he bumped into it while searching. And getting another pair would be easy... But, it would also take a while for him to cross the backyard, wander into the house and not track snow in his wake, to then find another gloves and return. Which would be troublesome, mainly because he would then be out of hollering range of Shaggy. Who was defying gravity beyond the wall he was looking around. As well as trying not to wake any of the ladies as he passed.

So, chilly fingers it was.

Gritting his teeth before he plunged his fingers into the snow, Fred just had to do it and start. He could always warm up his fingers later. Clawing at the ground, he had to crouch down on his knees to try to look around the edges. Similar to the frog pose that Shaggy had done earlier. Thankfully all the running around they did helped keep them with healthy knees, that a full squat wasn't a issue. Though his pistol raises were a bit shaky, he still could do some if he really tried.

"R'ha'cha doing?"

Making Fred jump, landing butt first into the snow anyway, the blond man had been spooked at the shifting mass of snow that was Scooby. Sure, it sounded like the Dane; but he moved stealthily in the snow, and made no sound as he approached. Or at least none that had been noticed. Getting right up beside the distracted man before speaking and getting the drop on him.

"Oh geez Scoob, you scared me."

"Ruuuuooh. R'orry R'ed." The dopey dog sulked, feeling bad for the scare. Since he knew what that felt like. But Fred just laughed it off, getting back to his feet and brushing off his now wet behind.

"Hehheh, Not a problem. You just snuck up on me. I didn't expect you, that's all. No worries Scoob." Moving to brush the snow off Scooby, it was surprising how much had collected on his head and back. Even when Shaggy had cleaned him off earlier. And it seemed that Fred wasn't the only to lose some protection from the snow. Since he had been pretty sure Scooby had started with a hat and scarf earlier but they were missing.

"I'm trying to dig to find a metal pipe..." Getting an idea, Fred wasn't against using the Dane for his own skill.

"Hey Scooooooooby... " Fred drew out, raising his voice at the end to catch the dogs interest. "...wanna help me out to dig?"

"Rah Rah!"

Bobbing his head, shaking some more snow from his fur, Scooby was always up for some digging! Especially digging with permission! Ignoring the times he would give into his urge and bury something of the gangs. A precious object to the dog and person, hiding it somewhere safe in the backyard. So safe! That even he might forget where it is! Making it stay all the safe and secure!

"Alright, I need you to try to dig around the ground here, ok? In this area." Walking the length of the garage, Fred pawed at the ground to mark where the dog needed to dig. Giving him clear, visual instructions as it was best for Scooby. Showing him physically where, so he would know. Simple task enough.

Watching like a hawk, Scooby gobbled up the information and then once it seemed like Fred was done, he went to work. Fred had to take a step back, unless he wanted to get caught up in the back blast of snow. Flying in an arc as the Dane dug and cleared the area. Making fast work at what had been tasked to him. His big, derpy paws being put to good use and something they excelled at.

"No wonder Shaggy made such quick work on the sidewalks, if Scooby was helping him like this! Would take no time at all." Fred muttered impressed, watching how fast the snow was being moved out of the way. Enough that he had to make sure he wasn't in the splash zone, actually having to take several steps back to avoid getting hit by paw-fulls of snow being chucked behind the Dane.

As Fred stepped back, his foot bumped into something. Fred had to look down and catch himself from taking a step further. Less he end up stepping on and messing up the project Scooby had been working on while they had been trying to get the nuts off of the tire. Sitting by a well made igloo, as well as what seemed to be a slightly slumping over faux pine tree, was five snowmen. Well crafted as well, as it was easy enough for Fred to realize just what Scooby had been building. Beside the igloo, was the five of them in the household. From Daphne's floofy hair, to Velma's glasses, and Shaggy's shag hair. And even had gotten Fred's own coif right.

Though it was clear which of the five Scooby had spent the most time on. With the rest of the gang looking like the Little People from FisherPrice franchise, with simple tube bodies and some stylized facial features and hair, Scooby was bigger at the end, and had more detail. From his paws, to the wiggly tail. And lots of care for getting his face and muzzle done right. And Fred had found the missing winter gear... As they were placed on the snow Scooby, rather than the actual article himself. Making Fred shake his head at the antics. But at least their resident ham took the time to include them at all with him.

"I got it! I got it! Found one!" Shouted Shaggy joyously from the garage, snapping Fred and Scooby's heads up in the direction. Trying to lean around the wall, to look in. Seeing the edge of the pipe starting to stick out from their point of view.

"There is only like', one problem..."