The mystery machine is zooming down the road. Everyone in the van is bouncing around.

“ Jeepers, Freddy! Slow down!” Daphne shouted, holding onto you like a lifeline. You were knocked out asleep next to her.

“ No time, Daphne!! We’re late!” Fred screamed. He was obviously very excited.

You and the gang are going to a mystery convention for whatever reason…Just a fun little outing. Or something.

“ Well, Fred. We couldn’t possibly be late.” Velma pointed out. “ It’s 5:30. The convention starts at 6:30.”

“ Oh.” Fred paused. “ You know the concept of time confuses me..” He mumbled.

Shaggy rolled his eyes. “ Whatever. Anyway, like, me and Scoob are hungry. Can we like..stop for some grub?” He asked.

“ Reah! Reah! Rub!” Scooby doo exclaimed, his tail wagging around wildly.

“ But..I wanna be early..” Fred mumbled. “ I planned this for weeks! We are supposed to be there at 6 exactly!”