Shaggy Returns To Ghoul School

BY : Argofirestone
Category: +S through Z > Scooby Doo
Dragon prints: 48954
Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby Doo, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter contributed by : Valaskia

Chapter 14: The letter.


Shaggy and Scooby woke up early the next morning, heading downstairs to get an early start on their breakfast, the girls and Mystery Inc all still asleep. They entered the kitchens to find Robey hard at work but since breakfast wasn’t ready yet, they decided to go for a swim. As they were heading back upstairs to get changed into their trunks, they bumped into Velma who was coming downstairs, dressed for the day. “Like, hey Velma. You’re up early. Scooby and I were just going to go for a swim while Robey gets breakfast ready. Like, um, do you want to join us?” Shaggy asked.


Velma looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy as though she had been crying. “Um, no thanks, Shaggy. I’m just going to go to the library for a while. Tell Fred and Daphne that I’ll be back later, alright?” Shaggy looked at her and scratched his head.


“Um, like, sure. No problem. Err, Velma, is there something wrong? You’ve been awfully quiet since you got here.” Shaggy asked worriedly.


Velma sighed, shaking her head slowly. “Sorry, Shaggy. I’ve just been a little brokenhearted is all. Ever since our tryst I’ve had sort of a crush on you. It’s just hard seeing how you are with your new mates,” she said.


“Oh, um, I see. Like, I’m really sorry, Velma. I didn’t realize how you felt. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but you know we can always be friends, right?” Shaggy said awkwardly.


“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Shaggy,” Velma said, pushing past him and heading off towards the front doors.


“Like, um okay,” Shaggy said, cluelessly. “Man, Scooby, I just do not get girls.”




After changing into their trunks Shaggy and Scooby raced down the stairs and headed out to the pool house, each swimming a few laps before breakfast. Thirty minutes later they toweled off and Shaggy changed into a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt before heading inside for breakfast. They sat down at the table and began loading their plates with pancakes, sausages, eggs, and hash browns and dove in, devouring the food. The girls came into the dining room a few minutes later, taking seats beside Shaggy, each fixing themselves a plate.


Sibylla and Winnie fought over the seat next to Shaggy while Elsa, Phanty, and Tanis were more mature and sat across from him on the other side of the table. Shaggy sighed, knowing he had to step in and quickly broke them apart, moving the chairs around so he sat between them, Sibylla on his left and Winnie on his right, next to Scooby. That settled, the girls loaded their plates and began eating while Robey carried a pitcher of orange juice around the table, filling their glasses. The girls all enjoyed the food though they admitted they still preferred Miss Grimmwood’s cooking. Shaggy, meanwhile, was overjoyed at the change in cooking quality.


Fred and Daphne came in shortly and sat at the table, Fred holding the morning paper in his hand. They sat, and Daphne fixed herself a plate while Fred flipped through the newspaper. “Wow, gang. Check this out,” He said holding up the paper. “Strange sightings in Barren Bog. Isn’t that near where your school is at, Shaggy?” The girls and Shaggy looked up.


“Like let me see that, Fred,” Shaggy said, taking the paper as the girls gathered around.


“Mysterious sightings and sounds near the barren bog. Late at night, citizens have heard strange noises and seen mysterious lights inside the bog. Those who have ventured in to explore, return days later, dirty, dehydrated and confused, with no memory of what happened. Police are baffled and have no leads.” Phanty read aloud, hovering over Shaggy’s right shoulder.


Shaggy and the girls looked at each other, wondering what the cause could possibly be. Shaggy flashing back to the time where he was bewitched by Revolta, felt fear shudder through him. “Like, man, I really hope this has nothing to do with the monster world,” Shaggy said. Desperate for a change of subject, Shaggy looked across the table at the gang. “Velma said she was headed to the library. Why don’t we all go out for a drive and meet up with her later before the will reading?” He asked.


“That sounds like a great idea, Shaggy. Let’s go, gang,” said Fred.




They finished their breakfasts and headed out to the garage, Fred and Daphne getting into their car while Shaggy helped the girls into the mystery machine before climbing into the front seat and following Fred and Daphne into town. They stopped at many of the local shops, the girls and Daphne disappearing into many different stores, leaving Fred and Shaggy to sit idly in the “husbands” chairs while the girls tried on different outfits to show off for the guys. They finally settled on more outfits than they could possibly ever wear in a lifetime, “according to Shaggy and Fred,” before dragging them both to the counter to pay for them and carry them out to the van, their wallets considerably lighter and their arms were laden down with bags. Next, it was the shoe stores. “Dear God, so many shoes.”


Two hours later, they finished their shopping spree and with the vehicles laden down with their purchases, they explored the town. The first stop was a tour of the botanical gardens, followed by the Crystal Cove Museum of Art, where Andy Warsol’s latest masterpiece, Junk, was on display. Next was the sight of the old Darrow Mansion. Tired from their tour they stopped at the Clam Cabin for a clam cone before setting off to meet Velma at the library.


When they arrived at the library they got out and headed inside, looking around for Velma. They found her in the morgue, the section where the library stored old newspaper articles. She was researching a strange and supernatural phenomenon. Finding her, they waved and walked over. “It’s a half hour until the will reading, Velma. We should get back to Shaggy’s uncle’s house or we’ll be late.” Daphne said.


They helped Velma pack up her notes before returning to the parking lot and driving back to the manor. They arrived just minutes before the lawyer, all gathering around the table in the conference room while the lawyer cleared his throat and took out a DVD and put it in the DVD player. The screen flickered to life, showing Shaggy’s Uncle Albert who looked less than his best. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess and he looked like he had been wearing the same outfit for several days.


“Dear Nephew Shaggy. If you’re watching this then it means that something terrible is happening. There have been a lot of strange things lately that I can’t explain here. I’ve left you a letter, hidden in my laboratory that will tell you more. I’m not sure if or when I will see you again but I’m relying on you and your friends to figure out what is going on. To help you achieve this, I’m leaving you the deed to my manor, my experiments and notes, business interests, and my cash accounts. I won’t be needing them where I’m going. This is very dangerous, Shaggy. You must be extremely careful. Find the letter and solve the mystery before it’s too late. Hurry…before THEY get you too.”


The screen went blank and the lawyer turned the television off. He cleared his throat and looked around at the shocked group of teens. “As you can see, Mr. Rogers, your uncle was terrified about something. He wouldn’t trust anyone enough to tell them what was going on. He mailed this tape to me along with a copy of his will, some official documents concerning the estate and a list of instructions to contact you. I’ll allow you to look over them at your leisure. His accounts and properties have all been transferred into your name, as he requested. If you have any questions, you can find me at my office. Here’s my card.” He said as he handed them the card and passed over the documents. After that, he excused himself and left, wishing them a pleasant day.


Shaggy looked over the documents, as the girls and his friends gathered around him, offering words of support. Shaggy read the documents, his eyes bugging out as he read the list of properties and estates he now owned. He owned shares in several businesses in Crystal cove as well as several businesses across the country. His uncle had also willed him several bank accounts totaling nearly 1,375,000,000 dollars. He and his girls would be set for life. He would be able to provide for his family for the rest of their days. But that all mattered little. What mattered most was finding out what had happened to his Uncle. They went downstairs to the basement laboratory to search for his uncle’s hidden letter.


After an hour and a half of searching every inch of the lab, they finally found the letter, taped inside a drawer in one of the tables that held Uncle Albert’s experiments. They looked around furtively, as though fearing they might be being watched. Shaggy opened the envelope and began to read.


“Dear Shaggy, as I write this I am in grave danger. Strange things have been happening here at the manor. And to me as well. I disappear for hours at a time with no memory of where I was or what I was doing. Some of my experiments have gone missing as well and I get the feeling I am being watched. I have scoured the manor but can find no sign of surveillance equipment. I have programmed Robey to monitor me throughout the days for those times when I appear to black out. So far, the results have been less than reassuring. I appear to go into a trance and simply walk out the front doors, commanding Robey to remain behind. I return hours later, sometimes with my clothes dirty and in tatters, mumbling nonsense. I don’t know what’s going on but whatever it is, it can’t be good. I’m going to try to go into hiding. In the meantime, I want you and your friends to figure out what is happening to me.


                                                  Uncle Albert.”



   Shaggy gulped, the letter clutched in his fist as he looked around at them all. “Zoinks!”



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