Mashup | Fan Fic
The Time Someone Kidnapped Velma Instead of Daphne
Mystery Crew to the Rescue with 1 man down
[Fanfic /an homage to Scooby Doo’s cartoon characters]
Freddie paced the floor, twisting his ascot in sweaty hands. Daphne glared at him, too annoyed to remember frowning would give her wrinkles.
Daphne: Sit down Fred, I can’t plan with you fidgeting.
Fred stopped momentarily to gaze at his handsome face in the mirror.
Shaggy: Yeah, like Freddie, you’re wearing a hole in the rug!”
Scooby snickered, then studied Shaggy, flicking his eyes to the last slice of pizza. When Shaggy looked the other way, Scooby Doo scarfed it down, then turned to face Daphne, his expression the picture of innocence.
Daphne: There’s nothing for it gang, we have to visit that spooky boatyard!
Shaggy: Like do we have to Daph?
His knees started knocking.
Scooby: No way!
Like his nervous side-kick, Scooby’s body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
Freddie was suddenly decisive. He grabbed the key to the Mystery Wagon and the gang followed him outside. Scooby reluctantly trailed at the rear.
The moon was almost full. When Freddie stopped the van at the boatyard, it lit everything with silvery light.
Shaggy: What’s the way man? His voice was a hoarse whisper.
Daphne held up her hand to count off their options. Since Velma had gone missing, Daphne struggled to match the other girl’s skill for deduction.
Daphne: Shaggy, you and Scooby walk up to the front door and knock. Fred and I will sneak around the back of the office building; there has to be a lock we can jimmy or a window to climb through.
Fred looked doubtful. Daphne was about to carry on regardless when Shaggy interrupted.
Shaggy: Like, what do we say if some dude opens the door?
Daphne: Improvise! Irritation made her snappy. “We need to rescue Velma!”
Shaggy: Calm down Daph, no need to get your panties in a bunch!
Scooby: Panties! Scooby sniggered behind his paw, but was silenced by a stern look from Daphne.
Freddie: OK gang, let’s do this! As ever, Fred acted as if he was in charge. Daphne rolled her eyes then tossed back her red hair with purpose. Everyone climbed out of the van.
Scooby: Raggy, I’m scared. Scooby Doo’s teeth chattered as they approached the front door.
Shaggy: Me too buddy, but we gotta help our best pal Vee — think how many scrapes she’s gotten us out of.
Scooby nodded solemnly but stood back a little, letting Shaggy knock. They waited a while before hearing footsteps and the noise of bolts drawing back.
A scary-looking face appeared, framed with lanky grey hair that hung to his shoulders and a livid scar carved into his cheek.
Shaggy: Hi there. His voice trembled. “We’ve lost our balloon and we think it’s caught on your ariel.”
Grey-haired man: Aren’t you too old for balloons? He cast suspicious looks at the scruffy young guy with a large dog.
Scooby: Rooby isn’t old! Scooby was indignant.
Shaggy: Like, what Scoob means is, we aren’t too old for this balloon. It’s part of a competition for … er — climate control! Y’see you write your name on a label …
Shaggy was improvising. “And you tie it to the balloon. The one that floats the furthest, in terms of kilometers from the starting point, wins.
The old man at the door looked suspicious, forcing Shaggy to elaborate as if his life depended on it (because maybe Velma’s did).
Meanwhile, Daphne and Fred were bickering at the rear of the office. Daphne had climbed halfway through a small window, Fred was assisting her progress by raising her legs.
Daphne: Watch where you’re putting your hands, Fred, this is no time to cop a feel!
Fred: I’m mortified you think I would do that Daph, you know I’m on board with you setting the speedometer for our dating to slow.
Daphne: Well, don’t be slow about helping me in, this window frame is cutting me in half.
Fred: I offered to break the glass.
Daphne: Sure Fred, let’s advertise that we’re trespassing, and lose the element of surprise.
Fred: Don’t get in snippy.
He levered Daphne’s legs a little higher. Suddenly she slipped through the window and dropped with an unladylike grunt.
Moments later, she unlocked the door and beckoned Fred into the gloomy interior. She pointed in one direction so Fred knew she wanted him to search that way. For a second he felt mutinous that she was bossing him about, but had to admit he had no better plan. So he trod softly between the stacks of rowboats and oars stored away for the winter.
He stumbled in the dark and almost cursed aloud. What had tripped him? Fred’s fingers closed around a woman’s shoe; A low-heeled Mary-Jane … Velma’s Mary-Jane! She must have been dragged this way and lost it. Fred set his shoulders and kept moving.
Daphne’s route, meanwhile, was bringing her to the front of the boathouse. She heard Shaggy’s voice explaining about thermal air currents, which made Daphne pause. She’d never thought of Shaggy as clued up about anything except snacks and goofing off. But he was doing an excellent job of distracting Old-man Mulligan, who ran the boatyard.
To her left she saw a yellow stripe of light under a door and decided to investigate. Treading silently, she tiptoed towards it and braced herself for what she might find on the other side of the door. Daphne depressed the handle gradually then pushed so she could see into the room beyond.
Velma was lounging on a sofa, wearing slippers and a rug over her legs. Beside her was a mug of hot chocolate, and on the table a half-finished game of Scrabble.
Daphne: Vee — are you alright?
Velma: Jinkies Daphne! where did you come from?
Daphne: The window. Girl, we thought you’d been kidnapped!
Velma: Always so dramatic! My parents are away so I’m staying with my uncle.
Daphne: What? Old-man Mulligan is your uncle? You never said.
Velma shrugged. “It never came up.”
A few other Stories involving Velma or the Mystery Gang
Written for Bradan & Jonathon’s madcap Monday Mashup
Totalling up my Score for Mashup Challenge #24
[2 points] Someone is knocking at death's door -
as if his life depended on it (because maybe Velma's did)
[1 point each] Key : to the Mystery Wagon
locked door - both the front and the back of the boat house
Mirror - Fred gazes at himself
Moon - making the boatyard silvery
Balloon - Shaggy's distraction story
[2 points] Someone speaks in colloquialism - Shaggy talks like a stoner
[5 points] Amplification - Scooby's fear makes him tremble
"like a leaf in the wind"
[1 point for totalling up] 15
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