“Is everyone ready to get going again?” Fred called, gaze roaming into the review mirror to check. He guided it along to check on the crew with the poise of his thumb and pointer finger, chuckling as he watched the back get comfortable. Velma and Daphne were sitting beside Fred in the front—and you, Shaggy, and Scooby were sitting all the way in the back of the van.

“I think we’re all ready to go…” Daphne yawned, nodding quietly from beside him. The conversation carried on, the crew drifting into a benign state.

“Like, let’s get going, guys!” Shaggy grinned, leaning on the van wall. Scooby laid down, tired after the most recent capture of some insane billionaire that was just causing trouble.

It drifted into a tranquil environment—Fred was driving still, Velma had fallen asleep on the window, and Daphne was drifting against Fred’s shoulder. You yourself were most likely about to drift off, until you feel a small tap on your shoulder.

“Like, do you want a bite of this sandwich?” Shaggy beamed, already stacking toppings and slices of exotic meat and cheese on top. “I’ve got extra if you want your own.”