Scooby Doo Porno Story: Back In The Habit Chapter Two

An apology to anyone
who studies Paleontology, museum curators, and anything else I might
have gotten wrong in this story. Please feel free to correct anything
you see here and send me it so I can fix it.

The ride
wasn’t that long, but it was enough to make Melvin sick. He wasn’t
used to traveling in the back of van, and all the bumps seemed to
congregate underneath just him and no one else. At least he thought
so. His face was a nice shade of green and Scoobys food offerings
from the rations, weren’t helping much. Thankfully he was able
to keep his eyes out of the back of the van at the passing scenery.
And the window was cracked open in the front, giving him enough of a
supply of fresh air, so he made it to the location without making a
mess and adding to the decor. Once stopped, Melvin was the first out
to get his feet on solid ground. With some quick thinking from Fred,
he got the kid a drink of water and waited until he was ok before
they headed in to the museum. Shaggy stayed beside Melvin to give the
kid some support until he was feeling better enough to walk on his
own. Melvin felt embarrassed, but Shaggy laughed it off.

“Like’ don’t be
sorry man. At first Velms and me had a hard time with car rides in
the back of the van. Those bumps used to be doosies to us, but you
get used to it.”

Melvin hid his surprise
that even Velma had been carsick. He couldn’t picture the strong
older girl walking confidently in front of him, could have had
problems just like he had. The whole gang seemed to glow in the
anticipation of the mystery at hand. It was different from when they
all were home. They really seemed to be the legends that Scrappy had
told stories about. And here he was, somehow walking with them. And
he was actually going on a mystery with them. To bad there was no
monster to unveil, but then again He wasn’t sure he could handle a
monster.

They walked through the main doors and headed to the
security desk. Most people had left the museum, except for the few
hard-core people who didnt leave till they were kicked out. Fred
and Daphne went to talk to the security guard while Velma wandered
over to the informational booth, where she was quickly absorbed into
reading the information there and collecting maps of the exhibits.
So that she would know where everything was. Melvin found himself
generally looking about when Scrappy walked over excitedly.

Can
you believe this? We actually got to go on mystery. Oh! This is
going to be a blast! Youre going to love it Mel! Scrappy ending
his sentence with the nickname he called his owner. Melvin looked
down at Scrappy and nodded, not being able to stop the grin from
spreading across his face. He was feeling the excitement too. Melvin
for some reason felt giddy in anticipation. Scrappy then got a look
of sadness.

I was hoping we would get a monster or
something though. Its been ages since I went on a monster hunt
with the gang. Oh you would love it! The chasing, the monstersthe
traps! Scrapped sighed with a wistful look upon his face. Those
were the days.

Melvin wasnt sure he wanted to be chased,
or chase monsters, which ever Scrappy had meant. It was not hard to
believe in monsters when someone in a costume that looks pretty real,
is running straight at you. At least thats always how it sounded
like. The gang would be chased until they got enough clues to prove
who it was underneath and then they formed a plan and captured them
to unmask them. But a lot of the time it sounded like they seemed to
be running compared to the actual capture time. Not exactly something
Melvin wanted to experience. So he was quite happy there were no
rumors of a ghost or monster. It still was a mystery to solve.

Fred
came back to where Melvin and Scrappy were standing and waiting,
while Daphne pried Velma away from the information booth. Once
everyone was there, they noticed something was missing.

Wheres
Shaggy and Scooby? Velma wondered, in her hand was a map of the
museum. A quick scan of the area proved that the two had gone missing
from visual range. They all looked around a bit, spreading out since
they could not have gone far when Scrappy called out from down the
hall. Over here guys!

The rest followed Scrappys
voice and came upon the guys. It was a comical sight. They had
stumbled across the childrens section, and were romping around
with material dinosaur tails strapped to themselves and each had a
hat on that made them look like those head-butting dinosaurs. Shaggy
and Scooby kept charging at each other and clashing heads. But
thankfully there was enough foam in the hats that they werent
hurting themselves. Shaggy noticed them and waved for them to come
into the area, urging them to join the duo.

Like come on
guys, its fun. Grab a tail and romp like a dinosaur!

Oh
Shaggy, Scooby What are we going to do with you guys? Daphne
sighed, though with a smile on her face as she watched the two
goofballs playing. Fred leaned against the wall and watched. They had
talked to the security guard and he was going to get one of the guys
who worked on the project for them, so they had to wait a bit anyway.
Might as well wait here. It wasnt that far from the main desk.
Daphne also watched, leaning forward to lean on a short wall that
surrounded most of the kids area, enclosing it except two
entrances, one on each side. Velma was curious and she wandered into
the room they were playing in. She examined the various things they
had to offer the kids, picking each up to eye them though her glasses
perched on her nose. A bucket full of dinosaurs, a few construction
tables that had educational things on them about dinosaurs, and a
basket which had several other dinosaur tails and hats that the guys
had discovered. Velma crouched over and was mumbling to herself about
the names of the various tails and hats, saying something how the
hats Shaggy and Scooby where wearing did not match the tails they
each had on.

A Pachycephalosaurus would not have the tail
of a Ankylosaurus or a Stegosaurus. Though it could also be a tail of
a Europlocephalus instead of a Ankylosaurus, and a Kentrosaurus
instead of a Stegosaurus, but the children would know the more
merchandised species rather then any other type that might have lived
with similar characteristics.

While Velma babbled to
herself, Melvin found himself wandering around. He noticed large
statues of various dinosaurs. They were very large for a child; he
guessed that it was to show to the children kind of how tall the
dinosaurs really were, compared to them without seeming overly
whelming and scary. But they were more cartoon-ish then their real
counterparts so they didnt scar the children with nightmares of
the large reptiles. Some kids really couldnt take the sheer size
of the dinosaurs at young ages. As Melvin was walking around them, he
wasnt careful where he was placing his feet and he tripped over
one of the dinosaurs tails.

Waaaaaaah! Oof! He yelled
as he fell and landed with a crash.

He groaned and patted
around for his glasses, which had fallen off in the fall. Everyone
had come over to help him up; Fred picked him up, while Daphne dusted
him off. And for once Velma was the one to find the lost glasses. She
handed them to him with a smile. Melvin blushed as he thanked her and
accepted his glasses back. Shaggy and Scooby had come over to see if
he was ok as well, still looking ridiculous in their hats and tails.
Scrappy hovering in the back of the group, once he saw that Melvin
was fine, he turned his attention to the Dinosaur which had been
knocked out of place.

This dinosaur is pretty
heavyScrappy commented as he tried to put the tail back in
place that Melvin had tripped over and moved. The Dane couldnt
even lift it off the floor.

Let me help Scrappy. Fred
said as he came over. Getting a grip on the tip of the tail, he
heaved with his back and knees to lift the tail. He did little to
move the heavy tail, and ended up tilting the heavy dinosaur, it
slowly started to fall over being set of balance. The gang braced for
impact as the dinosaur started to head to the ground. But the
dinosaur never hit. Peeking though fingers and closed eyelids, they
saw that the Security guard had come back and caught the monster of a
dinosaur with one hand. Righting the dinosaur with a grunt, he leaned
down and moved the tail back into place before glaring over at them
all.

Stupid kids Always messing with the scenery
The guard grumbled to himself, as he made sure it was back to the way
it was before. Then he turned to Fred and grunted, narrowing his eyes
towards him. Turning, he talked grumpily over his shoulder. The
Assistant will see you now.

OOk. Fred almost
stammered as he looked at the security guard who effortlessly moved
the dinosaur without any problems, while he himself could barely move
the tail and ended up knocking the dinosaur off balance. He looked
back at everyone and shrugged, motioning the rest of the gang to also
follow the security guard. The security guard led the gang back to
the security desk where a scruffy looking man stood. He looked like
he was just out of college and a bit out of place in the museum in
his clean lab coat and thick glasses. He looked like a nice enough
fellow though, unlike the grumbling security guard, no doubt mumbling
about annoying kids and dogs. Fred tried to thank the guard, but all
he got was a glare from the man. With a slam of the door, the guard
was in his office and away from the Mystery Inc. gang.

Ignore
Robert. Hes had a long day and we have field trippers in here
earlier. The little kids drive him nuts The assistant said with
a chuckle. He extended his hand out of Fred. My name is Derk
Reinman, nice to meet you all. I have heard of your exploits. Glad to
have you here to help us out.

Fred returned the gesture,
shaking the mans hand and moved straight to business. I heard
that a set of bones was stolen, can you fill us in on how you got the
bones and what happened around the time that it was stolen. Tell us
as much as you know. Any little detail might be the thing that can
crack this case.

The man nodded, running his hands though
his orange-red hair as he recalled what had happened so far to get
them all up to speed. The rest of the gang listened carefully; trying
to make sure nothing was missed. Derk started to lead them to the
main warehouse where there bones had been, talking as he walked.

It
all started a few years ago. I was just out of college and I was
invited to a dig. Not just any dig, but a dig with the famous
Professor Kent Perl.

Velma couldnt prevent herself from
commenting, drawing on her vast knowledge.

Kent Perl, you
mean The Kent Perl, head of Utahs division of Paleontology
researchers? He has been on every important discovery that has been
made in the Utah region in the last 5 years. He is said to be one of
the best people in Paleontology at the moment and he is very skilled
with excavation and location of dinosaurs.

Derk snorted,
apparently not believing the words Velma thought was the truth. At
least that is what papers and news had said of him.

That
man has no clue what he is doing when it comes to Paleontology. He
cant tell the difference between a mini jack for prep work, and
his power toothbrush for his own teeth. All that man does is goes on
the site, shouts orders and then takes my credit when I finally find
something. The Deinoscerasaurus, or Terrible Horned Lizard. It was
what looked like a raptor like body and structure, but its head,
frill and spine resembled those of a Cera family. The horned
dinosaurs like Triceratops and Protoceratops. Though its bottom
jaw was more of a carnivore then an herbivore. Making the species
totally new and never discovered. I could name it my own But Kent
He took it and called it Veloceraraptor. That doesnt even make any
sense! Just changing Cira to Cera a name for a dinosaur does not
make!

It was clear that there was more to this, and the man
could go on for hours. But they were drifting from the subject at
hand. Managing to get the mans attention, Daphne calmed him down
enough to get in another question.

Alright Mr.
Reinman

Call me Derk.

Alright Derk, we
know what it is now, now can you let us know how or who might have
stolen it?

Breathing in deep, and smoothing out is hair
that got a bit mussed from his annoyed rant, he continued. I
think it was the old man.

Old man? Velma asked,
making sure to milk the man for as much information. Melvin was
trying to make sure he paid attention to everything he could. The
stories of them solving mysteries always fascinated him, so he didnt
want to miss anything. Maybe he would even help out. So Melvin was
trying to remember everything that was being said. He was half
tempted to take notes like school, though he had not brought a pad or
pencil. Derk continued.

Yes There was a old man

A
Crazy old man Nothing more. A voice interrupted Derk, as he was
about to continue. Standing before them, in front of the warehouse
door was Kent Perl. He stood there, with his arms cross, a grin
across his face. He looked like a Crocodile Dundee reject, his
athletic form covered in a tan, and was clad in an almost safari
looking attire. A dusty brown cowboy hat was sitting atop his bleach
blond hair. His smile was a set of pearly whites; he made sure to
flash a dazzling smile at the ladies present. Velma gave him a raised
eyebrow look, and Daphne smiled back. Derk made an audible groan
while Fred pushed forward in front of the group.

Ah, you
must be Kent Perl. I have heard a lot about you Mister Perl.

Kent
is fine. And you guys must be the famous Mystery Inc. Nice to meet
you all.

He shook Freds extended hand and winked at
Daphne. Velma rolled her eyes and looked away. As much as respect as
she had in his works that she read about, and the papers she read of
his; as soon as she saw his chauvinistic attitude she liked him a
bit less. She found it odd that a man who wrote such wonderful and
insightful papers could seem so shallow. She chewed on the inside of
her mouth as she reluctantly turned back to gather information he
might provide, mulling over the information already given to them.
Melvin was a bit in awe. He didnt get out much, but he figured a
person who was such a famous Paleontologist, wouldnt look so
impressive. He had to work out or something. Melvin figured that most
Paleontologists would be geeks like him and Derk People in lab
coats and were skinner then the man before them. This guy looked like
he lived in a gym and tanning booth, not out digging up bones and
sitting behind a microscope in a lab. Derk looked more like a
Paleontologist then Kent did. But Kent seemed to be the right
person.

So Mister Kent, What is this about an old man?
Daphne tried to bring up their only lead, to find out more. He
grinned at her.

Well, if you really want to know. There was
an old man who came to the dig and was talking about an ancient
undead guardian or something like that. Some strange dinosaur ghost
that seems to haunts the bones of its relatives, and guards it
against people who disturb it. Or some crock like that. I think that
old man baked in the sun to long, if you know what I mean. Ghost
dinosaurs Sheesh. He laughed, obviously not believing the old
mans story. As the gang had known a few times before, that not all
Indian guardians were real. From Indian shamans, to Tiki gods and
Aztec stone creatures. They had been all people in costumes, so it
wasnt impossible for this to be the same thing. But that didnt
stop two of the people present, from shaking in their shoes. (Well,
only one of them actually wore shoes.)

GGGhosts?
I thought you said no monsters Now we have to deal with some
walking undead Dinosaur? Great Just our luck Scoob. Shaggy
moaned to his canine cohort. Who looked to his with equal
dread.

Just our luck Mel! While Shaggy and Scooby clung
to one another, with another prospect of a monster to chase
Scrappy seemed excited! He would get to go on monster hunt with his
uncle Scooby and the rest of that gang after all. He couldnt be
happier! But Melvin wasnt so sure he was sharing Scrappys
thrilled response.

Yes, there was an old man at the dig
site. Interjected Derk from behind, trying to get their attention
off Kent, some signs of agitation was clear in his voice at his
superior. He was trying to tell Kent to stop digging. That if they
didnt stop, the ancient guardian of the dinosaur bones would rise
up, preventing the bones from being unearthed and transported.

Kent
eyed the interrupting assistant, but kept his tongue behind his
glittering white teeth in effort to keep his more superior air around
the guests. Derk didnt seem to notice the look, or if he did he
just enjoyed it as he continued. I listened to that old man one
day, out of curiosity of what the old crackpot had to say. He spoke
of an undead dinosaur, standing as tall as a man, and having a
ghostly look to it. Its eyes glowed an eerie red and

Before
the man was able to continue, Kent interjected. That is enough
Derk. These people are not here to listen to your tales of fables and
myth. There is no such thing as ghosts or monsters. The man was just
an old Indian man who spoke of myths to get rid of us from digging. I
didnt see you stopping the dig just because the
story. His eyes narrowed, but his Cheshire grin stayed as he
enjoyed telling his assistant off. Now run along Derk, some of us
have to do some work. Not all of us can stand around and tell fables
for a living Kent turned his back and made a motion for Mystery
Inc to follow him to the warehouse. Derk was clearly restraining
himself as he turned and stalked off. Fist clenched as he walked
away, Melvin almost stopped to chase after the man, but with the rest
of the gang following Kent, he had little choice of where to follow.
Trotting to catch up, Melvin panted as Kent held out his arms in
dramatic fashion.

Welcome to My Warehouse! This is where
all my findings and my research are stored. Only Me and a few others
have the key card to enter. He did a flourish and pulled out his
card and swiped it. With a beep, the doors slide open. He did a bow
and offered the ladies to enter first, then the rest to follow.
Daphne humored him, while Velma gave him more of a look before she
entered. Kent waited till they were all inside before he came in
behind them. He began a long speech about his various accomplishments
that had or was being held on the shelves that they walked past.
Shelves and shelves packed row-by-row lining the whole inside of the
warehouse except for pockets of areas that were used to hold some
of the larger artifacts that would not fit on a shelf. Melvin was too
busy swallowing up all the grand sights of the priceless artifacts to
pay full attention to the whole long stories of Kents many
achievements that lined the walls And those who were listening
only did to hope for some clue in his story about the missing
bones.

With relief to them all, Kent finally came to a large
crate that one could assume had contained the bones. He dramatized
him pulling out the key, holding it up before them all. Here is
the key to this crate. Only Robert and I have a key to it for
security reasons. But apparently that wasnt enough to stop them
from stealing my bones. With a flourish, he used the key and
heaved the heavy lid open quickly. Inside was what looked like a
milky white covering? It was a type of insulation foam, and one could
clearly make out the shapes of where the bones had been, but where
missing. Velma and Shaggy peered over the sides of the deep box and
inside, the beatnik giving a poke at the foam in curiosity.

Ah,
I see you noticed the foam. Its a brand my scientists and I worked
out. Its a two-part gel that starts off clear. When the gel takes
an impact, the flimsy wall between the gels breaks and a reaction
happens. The two compounds mix and expand to create the milky white
substance you see before you that acts as a cushion to the bones.
It is like the same principle of a glow stick. But instead of
illuminating and making a Florissant glow, it creates a cushioning.
Its great for transporting bones without worrying about them
breaking. Soon everyone will be using it! He spoke proudly of his
creation, which caused Velma to roll her eyes once again, but Melvin
was amazed! Not only did this guy discover lost bones, and travel all
over the world. But he was also a scientist who made fascinating
chemical compounds to further his studys longevity.

Whats
this? Came a comment from Scrappy. He was leaning under the top of
the crate; though being under it gave little light for him to look at
it. There is something carved into the top here.

Daphne
and Fred moved to heave on the top to bring it back in place to see
what Scrappy was talking about. Though it was heavier then they
thought. Kent moved swiftly around to help them out bring the top
quickly over and back in place. Deep claw marks were raked across the
top of the crate. Kent had been to occupied with showing off, that he
had not noticed the top of the crate before he opened it for them to
see.

I cant believe this! Came the first clear
angry words out of Kent. He threw up his hands in protest and stalked
away from the crate as he continued to talk. I cant believe
that Derk would go so low to mark up my crate even after he stole the
bones! Kent growled, pacing back and forth, with angry hand
gestures to go with it.

Now see here Mr. Perl. Velma
moved away from inspecting the claw marks on the crate to shake a
finger at the hollering man. I do not know what has happened
between you and your assistant, but it cant be determined on
feelings alone that he is the person who stole your bones. We need
more evidence before you can start to point fingers. She moved
towards him as he, who was caught off guard by a lady daring to argue
against him. It appears that someone or something has clawed up
your crate here.

Are you claiming that the ghost Derk
was talking about is here? What nonsense! He straightened up
against her arguing and nodded. Feeling strong about there not being
a ghost. Someone had to have done it.

Shes right Kent.
We have solved a lot of cases and its best not to jump to
conclusions. It could merely be someone using the ghost tale to scare
you away. Making a few scratches on a crate isnt that much beyond
what someone parading around trying to scare you off might do. Weve
seen it before. Fred added in Velmas arguments defense.

Im not saying that it is the ghost, but in our
profession we dont make assumptions till we have all the facts.
Daphne added in as well. It looked to her like a clear case of
someone trying to parade around as the ghost or what not in
order to scare Kent away.

And for all you know, it
could be someone in a dinosaur costume romping about trying to scare
you away. It would not be the first time someone has done it. We deal
with them all the time. By this time, Velma was lecturing him face
to face. She was sick and tired of him taking it out on his assistant
without proof. There was always a scientific and logical explanation
for everything and this case wasnt going to be any different.

Velma, Maybe you should come Scrappy was about to
try to rein in the arguing brunette when a roar sounded in the
warehouse. It was like the whole place was rattling due to something
massive and heavy moving towards them. Velma only had a short time to
turn and go wide-eyed as a huge form came flying towards her and
Kent. With a quick glace and thinking quickly, Kent pushed himself
forward and scooped Velma into his arms. To the rest of the gang
looking on, they watched as a ghostly form of a dinosaur flew inches
away, where only seconds before Kent and Velma had been standing. At
a quick glace, as the image burned into the scared minds of Shaggy
and Scooby. Floating off the ground, the ghostly white dinosaur had
piercing glowing red eyes. It looked taller then a man!

Zoinks!
Thats like the Ghost dinosaur! Squeaked Shaggy as Scooby
hoped reactively into his arms. They both shook as they stared where
the dinosaur had just flown by.

Th Thank you
Stammered a blushing Velma as Kent put her down. Being rescued from
being crushed by a dinosaur monster, now that wasnt really what
she had expected. She had not expected him to save her like that. It
had definitely threw her off, but Kent seemed to be having a harder
time with what had just happened then she had.

What the
heck was THAT!

He pointed to where the form had just
nearly run them over. He looked definitely shook up. He was about to
yell some more before Shaggy gave warning. Him and Scooby had moved
to peer where the ghost had gone in morbid curiosity, actually hoping
it was gone and just a figment of their imagination. But no such
luck. No time for that gang! Its coming back! He yelled,
taking off to the warehouse door down one of the paths through the
shelves. The shelved rattled, as the dinosaur got closer. The rest
were not far behind. Daphne and Fred had to grab the confused Velma
and Kent and dragged them out as the dinosaur roared back into view.
Scrappy paused at the doorway, turned and assumed a fighting stance.
Let me at em! The young Dane was going to try to fight off
the ghostly apparition. But this wasnt new to the duo and they
heaved on the younger Danes collar to drag him out of the way.
With Scrappy repositions away from the door, Shaggy and Scooby made
sure to heave it shut before the Dinosaur was able to follow them.
The door shut with a lock, and a bang could be felt and heard, coming
from the warehouse. Kent took off running and the gang followed him
to what seemed to be Kents office. The man was shaking, obviously
not used to the idea that a ghost dinosaur had just been chasing them
all over the warehouse and the shock of the situation settling in. A
few others were shaking, though only one had been from excitement.

That was GREAT!

Clapped Scrappy with glee
obviously caught up in the adrenalin rush. Melvin looked over to his
Dane with a bewildered expression. Who in their right mind found that
fun? It was clear to Kent that he was sharing Melvins thoughts. I
dont care what that thing Was. But you are going to get rid
of it! Growled the angered man, his hair mussed and his hat had
fallen behind him on a string that had caught it from falling. That
is why youre here And I want this taken care of quickly! I need
my bones back! Now get out and do What ever you do! Ill. Be
here in my office with the door locked. Leave me! The disheveled
man who had seemed so composed moments before, shoved and forced the
gang to leave his office to leave him alone. With a slam, he closed
the door on their faces.

With a sigh, Fred tried to gather
everyone together. Melvin had been quite shaken as well. This was his
first monster, and he didnt like the experience. Especially how it
almost attacked Kent and Velma. Daphne had taken a few short seconds
to catch her breath and smooth out her hair in perfect order. Velma
had regained her composure and was already off and thinking. Shaggy
and Scooby had latched on to Scrappy to prevent the young dog from
running back to the warehouse. They argued that they didnt have
card to get in so Scrappy could beat him up. Scrappy conceded but
knew that he could have taken the monster on.

Alright
gang. We had our first run in with this so-called Ghost. Now lets
see the facts that we have so far. Fred jumped to start
brainstorming. What do we know? And who do we have as
suspects?

Well The bones seemed to have disappeared
once at the museum. So it has to be stolen by someone who works here
or could get access to things. And that only Robert and Kent had
access to the key to the crate. Daphne added in.

Like
Robert the grumpy security guard didnt seem to like us very much.
He might be a suspect. He had one of the keys and like he was
really Cheesed off. Shaggy offered up some more ideas, with Scooby
echoing. Ra Ra, Reesed roff. Rum! Scooby and Shaggy
licking their lips at the mention of food.

And its clear
that Derk has it out for Kent. Obviously unhappy with the way he gets
treated by his superior Kent. Its impossible to rule him out,
though we have yet to have any evidence yet. Velma added. She had
to count him in, even though she could understand a bit why the other
man got frustrated with Kent Though he did save her life. Though
he saved me I dont think Kent is off the list of suspects
either.

But why would he steal his own bones and make
such a reaction when the monster attacked? Melvin wondered out
loud. This was his first case, so maybe there was something he was
missing. But why would he go through the process to save Velma and
then react so badly to the dinosaur showing up? It didnt seem like
he was expecting that.

I dont know Melvin, but we need
to gather more information if we are going to crack this case.
Fred moved into leader mode. I think its time to Split up
Gang! As usual, Shaggy and Scooby groaned.

Like
We have to go explore the warehouse Dont we? Sulked Shaggy.
Really not looking forward to meeting the creepy ghost dinosaur
again. Scooby hid behind Shaggys legs with a whine.

No
Its ok guys. You get to play guard duty. I want you, Scooby and
Scrappy to keep an eye on Kent. Hes not ruled out as a suspect, so
I want you guys to watch his door. If anything happens, send Scrappy
to come and find us. Fred suggested, and frankly the guys like
that suggestion better then having to search the warehouse like they
thought. With a salute, Shaggy took up his position.

Nothing
will get past us! Rah rah! Adding to the salute, Scooby
stood besides Shaggy, with Scrappy falling in right behind him.
Leave it to us!

The rest of us will go talk Derk and
Robert. Maybe we can find out more information from them. Lets go
Gang. Fred made a motion for them to follow. Melvin was a bit
pensive about trailing along, feeling more comfortable with his dog.
But he wasnt put on the guarding list, and with Daphnes tugging
since he was falling behind, he had to follow.

Should I
Melvin stuttered, blushing a bit as Daphne dragged the boy with her
to catch up.

The guys can take care of themselves. Theyve
done this before. We need you to come and help us. We can use all the
hands we can get. Now come on, were lagging behind. She trotted
to catch up, with Melvin in tow. He was surprised at how strong she
was. Not that he weighed much, but she didnt seem to have any
problems pulling him along at enough of a speed to catch up to Fred
and Velma. Their destination was the guardroom. Perhaps Robert could
tell them more information. Rapping lightly on the guard window, they
waited for Robert to show up. It didnt take long for the grumpy
security guard to come and slam the window separating them
open.

What you kids want? He grunted in a stony tone,
narrowing his eyes at them all. Melvin dived to hide behind the rest
of them, but they didnt seem to even flinch at the mans
unwelcoming nature. Fred was the first to speak.

I
understand your name is Robert. Should we call you anything else
instead? The irritated guard glared at Fred before making his
response. Suppose not. Fred took that as a good sign and
continued. Well Robert, would you mind if we ask you a few
questions? The mans expression didnt change, he merely
grunted in what Fred took as a positive response. Velma then took
over next.

Where were you just now? Say, about ten minutes
ago? The man turned his heated glare at her. She didnt seem to
mind it, though Melvin would have shrunk under that angry of an
expression. Robert didnt take long to respond, voice still as
monotone as ever. I was here for a bit, then I went to talk to
Peter about his faulty cameras in the warehouse.

Faulty
cameras? Came an inquisitive voice from Daphne, picking right up
on a possible clue. The guard looked over at her and explained. We
have installed several cameras all over the different parts of the
museum, the displays and in the warehouse. But recently the cameras
in the warehouse have gone static and you cant make out much. Like
when you guys were in the warehouse, it cut out. I went to talk to
Peter about it, but by the time I came back with him to look at it,
you were outside on the entrance monitor heading for Mr. Perls
office.

So you saw us in the warehouse? Fred
inquired.

For the most part. Grunted Robert. Like I
said, it worked fine till the camera broke.

Did you see
anything on the camera? Like something you couldnt explain?
Daphne asked. He turned at her and his brows furrowed.

What
might you be talking about? I told you it was fuzzy and static. I
wasnt able to make out much once it broke. Thats why I went to
talk to Peter. Robert replied in defense.

Do you mind
if we look at the cameras and the tapes? Velma wanted to
investigate more, and if the tapes might have recorded what had
happened, even if it was fuzzy, she might be able to find something
of use to them. The security guard didnt look happy. Sliding the
door shut, he disappeared from sight. Melvin thought that maybe he
was so angry that he was ignoring them, but soon the guard door
opened and he was standing on the other side. Do you know what you
are doing? He grunted in what seemed to be a question. Velma and
Fred nodded their heads. Fred had some experience working for
Daphnes TV show and Velma did some recording and editing on her
own, so she was skilled in the machines. He left them pass and Fred
sat down and started to pull up the tape that had recorded there time
in the warehouse while Velma leaned over to ponder at the video
screens on the guard consul. They seemed to know what they were
doing, so the guard moved to leave before Daphne stopped him. Where
are you going?

He turned and looked down at her, To make
my rounds. Well, he was a security guard. Melvin used this time to
slide past the guard and into the room himself. He didnt know
anything about cameras, tapes or editing devices, so he made sure he
was just out of the way. But he noticed a lot of the screens were
either blank, or the blue screen that needed input. Why are these
screens not working? Melvin asked over his shoulder at the
stopped guard.

Peter didnt get a chance to fix the
cameras. Apparently some of the cameras were faulty and so we had to
replace a lot of them. But with the new problem of the missing bones,
Peter has yet to have gotten around to putting them in. Robert
replied, impatient to get to his rounds on time. He always liked
being prompt and on time with his duties and these stupid kids were
preventing him from making his rounds. Anything else? He
growled, wanting to get to work.

Yes, one more thing.
Daphne interjected. Where is Peter? Can we talk to him?
Robert
gave Daphne the directions, and then was allowed to go. Stalking off,
his shoulders were hunched over and he seemed to be mumbling
something to himself.

Cheery guy. Melvin muttered.

Yeah, a real ray of sunshine. Commented Daphne as she
moved away from the door where she had been standing. Coming up
behind, she leaned over to see what Fred and Velma were hanging
intently over. You guys found something?

Well it
is just like Robert said. Fred explained. You can see us here
entering the warehouse, here. And here was where we were following
Kent to the crate. You can see as everything plays out fine till
about when we all heard that roar in the warehouse. Then the screen
goes static. You can make out a bit on these screens, but nothing
that can help us. The angles of these three cameras dont get a
good look what ever passed by us. You mean the ghost dinosaur?
Melvin added, a bit of fear in his voice. He didnt like the idea
of ghost dinosaurs romping about. I highly doubt it is a real
dinosaur ghost. We have yet to find any real evidence on ghosts
existing. Velma said with a snort.

Well there was that
one time in the bayou

Daphne started, but a look from
Velma stopped her. Melvin was confused, but he didnt say anything.
He continued to watch in amazement as they worked together and had
gathered a lot of information already. Had he been trying on his own,
he would not have known what to ask, or what to say. Yet these people
in front of him, only a few years his seniors were already on
their way to solving the case. At least it sounded like that to him.
Pushing away from the monitors, Fred leaned and looked back. Well
I cant find anything on this tape that shows someone entering the
room with anything. Though the time code of the bottom looks odd.
Velma, can you stay in here and try to figure that out while Daphne,
Melvin and I go and have a talk with Peter? Velma nodded and
waited till Fred had gotten out of the seat he had been in, so she
would have closer access to the controls. Leave it to me. Ill
figure out whats funky with these time codes. Fred nodded and
moved to leave the room. Daphne was close behind, though Melvin
wasnt sure that Velma should be left alone. Once outside the room,
Melvin turned to Fred. Is It alright to leave her alone, by
herself?

Velms? Fred cast a glance back to the room.
He could hear the buttons clicking away as Velmas fingers flew
across the control board as she searched. He chuckled. Its
better not to get in her way right now. And shell be fine. I dont
think Robert is going to be gone to long, so hell be there to keep
her company. Plus there is a camera pointed to see all directions
approaching the guardroom. So shell see anyone coming before they
even get to her.

Even though Melvin felt odd leaving the
older girl alone, but Fred and Daphne had thought nothing of it, so
this must be not uncommon for them to do. It was splitting up,
like Fred had said before.

Daphne led the way, since Robert
had explained to her how to get there. Pushing the door open they
came upon a guy who was leaning over a small device. He seemed to be
to busy with that he was working on to really notice them. He was a
lean man, with frizzy reddish brown hair. He was not exactly the
neatest man, dressed more for comfort since it appeared he worked out
of this back room away from most people that came to the museum. A
cough from Daphne got his attention, but it was little more then a
quick glance. The museum is closed. Go away. Came a muttering
from him, though he didnt even think of why they might still be
allowed to be in here. He waved them away with his hand as he went
back to his work.

We are here to solve the case of the
missing dinosaur bones. Derk called us here to help. Are you Peter?
Daphne asked the man curled around the device he was working on. At
the mention of bones, his head snapped up to look at them.

Bones?
Oh yes Bones Terrible thing they are missing. But I had nothing
to do with that. He seemed a bit jittery, almost falling over to
stand up. His hand rubbed the back of his head in an anxious manner.
I been to busy with these darn cameras. Ive barely been out of
this room unless I would be working on a camera out in the museum. I
seemed to have miss placed a few and cant seem to find them.
Clumsy me. He chuckled nervously, fingers playing with the device
he had in his hand.

Pardon me, but what do you have there?
Daphne pointed out the device, calling attention to it. It looked
like a small tube with various wires sticking out of it. The man
looked over and noticed that she was pointed out what he had in his
hand.

Oh! This? He held it up for her to look at. This
is the latest in Lipstick cameras. This little baby, if a normal
person wanted to buy it would be any where from ninety to two hundred
dollars. But that range is all depending on what you wanted it for.
The lower cost ones are just black and white. But the more
expensive ones like these babies. Can see infrared, catch audio, zoom
and if I wanted, could be installed with personal LED lights that
could illuminate up to 20 feet from the camera. But since the reason
we are installing these cameras are for security and keeping an
unseen eye on the public to make sure our museums pieces are not
bothered, or anyone is trying to steal something. It would make
little sense drawing attention to it. We have caught more people
since they dont think we are watching. Peter seemed very proud
of his lipstick cameras. Fred and Daphne could understand why, though
it all was Latin to Melvin. But it sounded cool.

So why,
if these are such good of cameras, that they mess up and go static
like Robert was talking about? Daphne wondered. If they were so
good, why did they not work there?

In the warehouse?
Peter wondered.

Yeah, Robert said they didnt work on
occasion. Fred responded to Peters question.

Ah, well
those arent like these. The warehouse required a larger sight
range then these little cameras can provide. You see these are more
like point and shoot. You only can look at the limited area it can
record, why its good to point it at a piece of artwork or a relic.
You only have to pay attention to one thing. The warehouse cameras
had to see the entire warehouse. Though even those three cameras can
only do so much. They are a board type camera design. And the static,
I cant do anything for. Those models are prone to power surges. So
you just need to be using something that zaps a lot of electricity to
fry those puppies out. Actually, the small cameras can fry too, but
they are more isolated to not have as much problems as the board
ones. One good power surge, and if there is too much voltage, the
camera is sure to brake. I had to replace all of them in the last few
weeks. Its also one of the reasons I havent been able to get
the display cameras up. The last batch we had before had some
problems with picking up a strange signal on the monitors. Probably
some kid playing with their own cameras. The view kept sweeping back
and forth; it was too dizzy to pay to much attention to. So Kent
suggested we bought new ones. But for the life of me I cant
find where I put my inventory list I clearly remember that the
list of parts and lists of what we received didnt match up. Maybe
who ever took the bones wanted my cameras, and my list too. Though I
dont know what they might want with them, they werent even
fully put together. Peter suggested. It was an interesting clue
indeed, though at the moment this didnt fit into place.

Do
you know if there was any recording of the strange video you
captured? Fred wondered, thinking back that he would have to bring
this up to Velma to find as well. When did this start happening?

Well I think it was a bit before the bones went
missing. Maybe thats why we werent able to catch the crook.
Terrible really. Well, I must go look for my list again. Feel free to
look around. And with that, Peter stood up, placed the camera on
the table he had been working on it, and left. Melvin watched the man
leave rather quickly.

He seemed a bit too nervous.
Didnt he? Melvin asked Fred and Daphne as Peter had gotten out
of hearing range. Peering out the door where he had gone, before
bring it back to look at the two older sleuths.

Maybe
Melvin, but just being a bit forgetful where he put things isnt
enough to place the blame on him. We need to gather more clues.
Though if we could find that inventory he seemed to have lost, it
would be nice to know what was missing. Fred told Melvin as he
stroked his chin in thought. Daphne had moved over to the table and
was inspecting the room.

Jeepers! Its no wonder why he
lost the list in this room; its a mess in here. And he didnt
even ask us to lock the door. Odd. With such expensive equipment, you
think he would be more careful about it. Daphne pushed about the
camera, glancing over what else was on the table. She was looking for
a bit before she came across something that looked like a small
screen. Oh Look at this. She dug out the screen and fiddled
with what looked like a battery pack. Moving to use the seat, her
hands flew across the table as she put together the lipstick camera
and attached the screen. The screen flickered and lit up, showing a
narrow, but clear view of the room where the camera was pointing.
Holding it up to the side of her head, she looked about the room.
Where she could see, came right back on the camera, though it was not
as good at handling the sudden rush of movement like human eyes were
used to seeing, so watching the screen made Melvin nauseous.

Jinkies. Spoke Fred with a grin. Daphne turned to look
at him with an odd glance.

Now Fred. Thats Velmas
line. You want me to start telling us to all split up? Daphne
joked, setting the camera down and disconnecting it. Fred put his
hands up in his own defense and laughed. Well, she wasnt here,
and we found a clue. Daphne moved to him and gave him a light
punch on the shoulder. He laughed. Hey Its not my fault its
a fun word to say! Jinkies.

Jinkies?

Melvin
muttered, confused at the word. Sure, he had heard but before from
Scrappy, but it was an odd word to hear out of Fred. Though Fred
moved over and gave Melvin a hair tussle. Yep. Jinkies. Fred
nodded to Melvin, though the boy was still confused. Daphne watched
them and sighed. She moved to the door and made motion for them to
leave.

Oh come on you two. Lets get back to Velma. Maybe
she found something else out. Really, stealing Velmas Jinkies.
Daphne couldnt help but grin as Fred placed an arm around Melvins
shoulder and lead the boy out, who still was confused at the whole
incident.

Jinkies?

Man oh Man Scoob. Like my tummy is a rumbling
and I think its time for a lunch break!

Suggested Shaggy
in a very bear like manner, and Scooby was not far behind breaking
rank to pad up to his hungry counterpart. But Scrappys brow
furrowed.

But arent we supposed to keep an eye on the
door? The young Dane was a bit hungry, but he could last, unlike
the perpetually ravenous stomachs of Shaggy and Scooby.

Like
we wont be long Scrappy. Well just go down and find a snack
machine and then come back. It wont take to much time, well
even try to bring you something back too. Though no promise of
food could be held accountable for the hoggish pair. Scrappy sighed,
but agreed. It was better off to let them go find food, then listen
to their stomachs duel each other for who was the loudest.

Find,
but head back as soon as you find something. You can eat it on your
way back here. I dont want to have to explain to the rest of the
gang if they come back and you guys are missing. Scrappy waved
them to leave. The quicker they leave, hopefully the quicker they
would come back.

Like no prob Scrappy. I think when we
were running by, I saw a vending machine down a bit. Well be back
before you can even say Peanut butter and tuna fish, pickled
sandwich! Ah ha ha. Shaggy laughed, starting off to find the
vending machine.

Rummy Reanut ran rickles Umm
Umm! Scooby fell in shadow behind Shaggy, licking his lips at the
tasty sounding sandwich. Scrappy groaned, he never understood how
they could stomach such odd food combinations.

Peanut
butter and ugh Yeah by the time I manage to stomach saying it,
they will be back. Scrappy muttered as they left him along to
guard the door by himself. Not that he minded all that much. It was
kind of nice to be able to be trusted to watch something all by
himself. He was now in charge of guarding. He straightened up, being
a good watch door and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

Though as time inched by, he lost his enthusiasm and slouched
forward a bit. Soon he was leaning on the ground, tapping his paw in
impatience. What was taking them so long? Scrappy wondered.
Could they have run into the monster with out him? He stood up
and looked down the direction they had head. Though the idea passed
out of his head. Well if they were in trouble, I would hear
something. As if on cue, a mass of banging was heard in the
distance. Again, the young Dane was on his paws. He wanted to rush to
them, but he was also supposed to watch the door. From the door to
the hall, as the bangs increased, so did his troubled thoughts. The
banging just got louder. With one last look at the door, Scrappy
abandoned it to give chase.

Ill save you guys! He
hollered as he ran down where he had seen them go. Paws echoing in
the hallway as he ran to their rescue. Dah dah dah da dah Da!
Scrappy. He shouted as he slid into the hallway where the
banging was heard. But the scene was not one he had been picturing in
his head. power? He had come across Shaggy and Scooby in
trouble all right, but not like the kind he could have imagined.
Shaggy had gotten a hold on the vending machine, pulling it off the
wall; he and Scooby had been banging on it to get their food out.
Apparently the machine ate their money and didnt fend over the
snacks, so the guys had gotten desperate. Dropping the machine in
surprise for the sudden appearance of Scrappy, Shaggy was confused at
why he had run over. But when the machine slammed down, the food that
had been rebelliously hanging out of reach finally came loose. Scooby
picked up the handful of stuff that had fallen and looked
happy.

Rah! Racks. Scooby offered some to Shaggy who
took it and didnt waste any time shoveling its contents into his
mouth. Between handfuls, he paused long enough to ask Scrappy why he
had come.

I heard you guys banging. I thought maybe the
ghost Dinosaur had gotten you. Scrappy caught an offered bag of
chips that Scooby had tossed his way. He pulled it open and fell
beside Shaggy who started to head back.

Like whos
watching the professor? Shaggy wondered. Scrappy shrugged,
munching on the bag of chips he had been given. I thought you guys
were in trouble. I had to leave the door unattended.

RI
rope ra roressor ris rok. Scooby wondered as he tore
through his second bag of chips, while eating some licorice that had
also fallen. The trio plodded along, enjoying their meal. Though when
Scrappy made motion that they should hurry, Shaggy wont move any
faster unless he needed to. Such was his beatnik ways, relaxed and
easy unless provoked.

Though maybe it was better if they had
gone faster as Scrappy suggested, for when they came upon the
professors door, it was wide open. Peering reluctantly, Shaggy was
only met with a sight of pure chaos. He let out a sigh; thankful it
wasnt filled with the ghost dinosaur. Moving a bit into the door,
he and Scrappy tried to see if the professor was still in the room.

Kent Mister Kent Are you like in here? Shaggy
placed a hand to the side of his mouth to project his voice into the
room. Scrappy nosed a few papers out of the way. I dont think
hes in here Shaggy.

Rah Raggy

Not
now Scoob. Im looking for mister Kent. Are you in here?

Rah
Raggy! Scooby said with more earnest, pulling on Shaggys brown
pants.

Not now. Wait Dont tell meI dont want
to know do I?

Ruh uh Scooby said negatively,
inching closer and closer to Shaggys leg. The beatnik closed his
eyes, placing a hand over them.

Like Is it
Big?

Rah!

And scary?

Rah
rah!

And Ghostly?

Scoobys response was a
whimper. Leaning out of the room, Shaggy forced his hand to open to
peer through the gap his fingers made. He groaned as he noticed the
giant, glowing red eyed, dinosaur. With a roar, the dinosaur opened
its mouth and exhaled a hot and foul stink of breath. It smelled like
a skunk, rotten eggs, and some of the leftovers he had found at the
back of the fridge that had been sitting around for a while. Shaggy
was forced to wave a hand in front of his face to clear the pungent
smell. He got an idea, fishing into his pockets; he pulled out a
breath mint and then threw it at the back of the dinosaurs open
maw. It clattered as it hit the backset of teeth. The jaw shut with a
snap, almost confused look on its face as Shaggy turned to Scooby.

Shall we? Shaggy asked Scooby as he made polite
gestures to his cohort. Scooby nodded. Jumping into Scoobys paws,
his delayed scared reaction made Scooby jump into Scrappys paws.
Occupied with carrying them both, he had little time to pause and
fight the monster; such was the plan of Scooby and Shaggy.

Run
away!

Hollered Shaggy as Scrappy made a mad dash away
from the room. The dinosaur, recovering from its earlier confusion
gave chase. It made an awful clattering sound as it chased the guys,
solid nails hitting hard and echoing against the tile flooring.
Thankfully, it was slower then the dashing Dane, and started to fall
back as they powered down the hallways. With a few twists and turns
of the skillful running of Scrappy, they soon lost the dinosaur in
all the tangling turns Scrappy took to get away from it.

Panting,
Scrappy had to stop and let the guys off. Even though he was older,
it was hard to run to far with them since he wasnt used to it.
Shaggy and Scooby got off and moved to continue to dash. They needed
to find the rest of the gang and quick. Scrappy groaned, and pushed
off to continue running, though it was easier now that he didnt
have to carry them.

We got to let the gang know what
happened!