Me: Whoo! Yay! I'm still living! And now-

Apps: You're still still living?

Me: Yeah, that too, but I meant that-

Invy: You've written somethin' again?

Me: STOP INTERRUPTING ME! So, where was I? Yes, the-

Apps: Story?

Me: *death-glare*

Invy: Watch yer back, she's doin' the death glare!

Apps: *faint*

Me: What kind of a death glare is one, that only let things faint? Anyway. THE STORY. As you probably have found out, it's the sequel to "Our own Mystery Movie". You may as well have noticed the similarities in the names. Whatever, now there's this nasty part....

Invy: I'll handle that from here. Scooby Doo does not (and probably will never) belong to her property. It's Warner Bros., who own them, I think.

Me: If I would own it... the villains would be so much creepier and eviler... gnahahaha..... now, enjoy this story, the beginning's getting to long again.

"Not again." Velma mumbled to herself, standing on her tiptoes, but still not able to reach the thing she wanted to reach. Her fingertips barely touched the thing and she already stood at her maximum height. Not wanting to jump, Velma looked around.

"Shaggy?"

In an instant, the lanky man was at her side. Velma could have sworn that she saw some dust whirling behind him.

"Yeah?"

"Could you...?" she asked, pointing to the box above her. Shaggy nodded and reached out, his hand easily gripped the thing and put it in the shopping cart besides Velma.

After Shaggy had been scratching his bandage madly, always claiming about the "horrifying itch" of it, they had made a bet that he wouldn't be able to stop scratching it until it would get off in five days. Scooby, as his constant companion should watch that Shaggy really wouldn't scratch it. However, making a bet included a stake. If the others would win, Shaggy would have to do the washing for one month. If Shaggy would win, they'd make him a five-courses menu after his wishes.

Though he was usually the cook of Mystery Inc., that was one stake that really animated Shaggy to stop the scratching. Still occasionally shaking the shoulder as to try and shake the scratching of it, Shaggy actually managed to stop it for the whole five days. What would mean that Velma, Daphne and Fred (Scooby was excluded from the bet since he was the referee) would have to make him a menu. To their surprise, he didn't want them to do anything really hard, rather something very normal. The decision was made, that they would buy everything they needed after Shaggy would come back from his appointment to take off the bandage.

So that was the reason why Shaggy, Velma and Scooby were walking through Coolsville Supermarket right now, with a very high filled shopping cart. Maybe there were easy things on the menu, but it were still five courses. And Shaggy and Scooby always packed a lot of snacks.

Finally arriving at the checkout counter, the cashier looked at the staple of things rolling towards him very strange, doubting that someone could actually eat all the stuff.

When he caught a glimpse of Shaggy and Scooby, his face got a rather knowing expression.

Glad that they had the Mystery Machine to fill with all the food, because a normal car probably wouldn't have had enough room for everything, Shaggy and Velma sat down in the front, while Scooby got in the back and looked at the staple of food that was with him, his eyes suddenly very big and his mouth very watery.

As Shaggy turned the keys, he noticed something.

"Velma?"

"Yes, Shaggy?"

"Why is it that you never want to drive? I mean, like, when Fred's with us, then he's the driver, that's sure, but why do you never want to drive if he isn't here?" he drove out of the parking area and aimed for Mystery Inc.'s headquarter.

"I don't know... I guess I'm just not very eager on driving. Besides, you always seem fine with driving and I never drive just with Daphne or all by myself. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I just, like, noticed. Making sure you don't forget how to drive." he chuckled. They drove a bit in silence, only the munching of Scooby in the background, who had gotten himself some chips out of one bag.

"Whoa!" Shaggy's foot hit the brake when someone suddenly rushed into the roundabout before him, clearly taking away Shaggy's right of way. All three passengers in the car were thrown forward, but the security belts did their job and held them in place. Sitting in shock for one second, since they had missed the other car with only about some inches, each member took a deep breath and Shaggy slowly began to drive again.

"And I don't know if I could react that fast if something like this would happen." Velma said, referring to Shaggy's earlier question.

Shaggy nodded. "Understandable. For one moment, I thought I'd hit him for sure."

When he pulled up to their house, the front door opened and Daphne came out.

"I figured you'd need some help bringing the food inside." she chuckled when Velma opened the backdoor's to reveal the pile of food to her.

"Yeah, that would be nice." Velma answered, chuckling by herself.

As she began to load food in Shaggy's arms, her hands occasionally brushed his, each of them blushing every time it happened. Daphne observed the whole process and rolled her eyes.

Why do they both have to be so shy when it comes to love?

She began to load things in her own arms and aimed for the kitchen, matchmaking plans swirling through her head the whole time. Once in the kitchen, she thought it would be the right time to fulfill one of them right now.

Making sure everyone stood in the right position, she pretended to slip on something that wasn't there, 'falling' towards Velma who was standing with the back to her. This caused Velma to stumble by herself, falling forwards, towards Shaggy. The latter one, his reflexes jumping in again, immediately dropped the lettuce in his hands to catch Velma.

When Daphne stood up, she couldn't help but think 'She shoots and scores' at the sight in front of her.

Shaggy was looking down at Velma, light brown eyes caught by darker ones, his arms around her from stopping her fall. Velma on the other hand was looking up, her eyes drawn to his, her hands at his arms, where they had landed after she had searched for something to hold onto. Just as Daphne had wanted to, that something was Shaggy, who Velma was still leaning against slightly.

As the priceless sights on their faces were accentuated by a lovely shade of red, they desperately tried to unknot their tongues.

"I'm-"

"Vel-"

Both began to stumble around, hastily separating from their awkward position.

"Sorry." They said in unison, not even thinking that it was neither one's fault, more likely Daphne's. Shaggy quickly bent down and picked up the lettuce from the floor and began to stuff it in the fridge, while Velma fled the scene by excusing herself to get more food from the Mystery Machine.

Grinning, Daphne began to follow her, when Fred suddenly stormed into the kitchen.

"Gang, you remember this abandoned prison case I told you about?" He looked at everybody and noticed Velma's absence just as she came through the door again.

Nodding from Daphne and Velma, who had heard him over the floor.

"Yeah, and I'm fearing the worst." Shaggy answered him, his head somewhere in the fridge to put some things in it. And to calm down from the situation before.

"Well, I thought, that we could go there tomorrow. Now that Shaggy's shoulder is okay again, we don't have anything to hold us away from it, do we?"

"The doctor said I should still slow down with it a bit." Shaggy tried.

Fred pretended that he hadn't heard that. Not that he wouldn't care about the health of the gangs members, he just knew that Shaggy was trying to delay the visit some more.

"Okay, then ghostly prison it is."

Me: She shoots and scores. Matchmaking with Daphne is really fun to write, definitely one of my better ideas.

Apps: You say that to almost everything.

Me: Maybe because almost every idea is one of my better ideas?

Apps: Also the chocolate cornflakes?

Me: Yeah, they were delicious. Maybe to sweet for many people, but just right for me.

Invy: I wonder if I can taste...

Apps: But who really gets the idea of melting chocolate and mixing it with cornflakes?

Invy: Hey, are you ignoring me?

Me: Me! And I'm sure, other people did it before.

Invy: Seems so...

Apps: And who would that be?

Invy: Well, review this chapter, please. Your opinion is very important for Pia.

Me: How should I know. There is lots of chocolate covered candy to buy. I'm sure, someone also covered cornflakes once.

Invy: Bye!

littlebixuit

Apps: Come on, you can't even name...

Me: Shuddup!