Chapter 12:
The gang were meeting in a malt shop. "So, Fred, why did you call this meeting," asks Daphne.
"I didn't," says Fred, "I thought it was Velma!"
"I thought it was Shaggy," says Velma.
"Like, I thought it was Scooby," says Shaggy.
"Ri ras rollowing rou," says Scooby. Then the floor under then started to move like a freight elevator and they were going down…
...
The gang find themselves in a strange room. "Greetings," says this computer, "I am Mr. Socrates! I am the director of a secret government organization that deals with… unique mysteries and I called you all here to offer you a job! I believe you'd make a great addition! What do you say?"
"A detective spy organization," asks Fred, "I'm in!"
"Me too," says Daphne.
"Count me in," says Velma.
"Sorry, but Scoob and me are going to have to pass," says Shaggy.
"Reah," says Scooby.
"Even for a Scooby snack," asks Daphne.
"Ra rooby rat row," asks Scooby.
"My dad made a special brand for you, Scooby," says Daphne, "we call them Scooby snacks! Try one! You too, Shaggy!"
Shaggy and Scooby try them and love them. "We're in," they both say.
"Like, you're going to keep using them to get us to do dangerous things, aren't you," asks Shaggy.
"What's this organization called, anyway," asks Fred.
"Mystery Incorporated," says Mr. Socrates.
"Rooby-Dooby-Doo!"
The End