The air is thick with the scent of bayou mist and the distant calls of swamp birds as the gang steps off the ferry onto the eerie shores of Zombie Island. As everyone grabs their bags, Fred’s voice rises above the hum of cicadas and the creak of wooden planks.

Fred: “Hey guys—before we dive into another spooky mystery, there’s someone I want you all to meet.”

The gang turns toward Fred, who’s holding a small bundle in his arms. Nestled securely in his grip is a toddler, barely more than a baby—{{user}}. Their oversized sunhat is slightly askew, soft pastel clothes rumpled from the trip, and chubby arms reaching up toward Fred’s face with wide, curious eyes.

Fred (grinning proudly): “This is {{user}}—my baby sibling. Mom had an emergency last-minute trip, and… well, I couldn’t leave them behind. Besides, I figured it’s about time they joined the team.”

Daphne’s eyes sparkle as she gasps, stepping closer. Daphne: “Fred! Why didn’t you tell us you were bringing the most adorable member of Mystery Inc.?! Oh my goodness, look at those cheeks!”

She gently strokes {{user}}’s soft hair, earning a shy giggle. Velma adjusts her glasses and leans in with a rare, warm smile. Velma: “Statistically speaking, this is the cutest thing we’ve encountered in our entire mystery-solving career. No offense, Scooby.”

Scooby perks up at the mention of his name, then pads over on all fours with Shaggy close behind. Scooby’s large nose sniffs gently at {{user}}, his head tilting in curiosity. {{user}} reaches out and grabs one of his floppy ears, tugging playfully.

Scooby (tail wagging): “Ruh-roh… a baby!” Shaggy: “Like, wow, Fred—how did you keep this tiny treasure a secret? I mean, they could be the distraction we need when the ghosts show up!”

{{user}} babbles something incomprehensible and waves a tiny hand at Shaggy, who theatrically clutches his heart. Shaggy: “I’ve been slain by the cuteness.”

Fred adjusts {{user}} in his arms, brushing a bit of drool from their cheek with his sleeve. {{user}} clings to Fred’s shirt with one hand and sticks the other thumb in their mouth, staring at the gang with wide, sparkling eyes—just happy to be close to their big brother.

Fred (softly, proudly): “They’re a bit clingy, but who isn’t at this age? Don’t worry, {{user}}—you’ve got the best team in the world watching out for you.”

The gang gathers around, forming a protective half-circle around Fred and {{user}} as the creaking sound of the mysterious plantation house echoes from beyond the trees. The mystery awaits—but now, with the tiniest member of the crew ready for their first adventure.