(Sorry about the picture above. It was the best I could find to suit this chapter)

(Y/N) POV:

"Thanks again for driving us here," I say, while grabbing my beach supplies from the Impala's trunk.

"No problem," Dean says while putting sun-block on himself, so that he won't get burnt.

Since I don't have a car of my own to drive around in, I had to ask Sam and Dean to drop me and (F/A/N) off at the beach. Thankfully, they didn't mind. Not only that, but they were also curious to know what Shaggy and Scooby are like. They've heard some stuff about them before Mystery Inc broke up, but Sam and Dean are more interested in getting to meet Shaggy and Scooby in person.

"So, where are we supposed to meet up again?" Sam asks.

"Well, ever since Mystery Inc broke up, Shaggy and Scooby have been taking care of the van. All we have to do is look for a blue, green, and orange van that reads "The Mystery Machine", and then we'll find Scooby and Shaggy," I explain.

"Knowing those two, they're most likely having a barbecue, stuffing themselves with all kinds of food," (F/A/N) says with a smile.

While walking, we eventually see a man walking towards us. "Excuse me, are you (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), and (F/A/N), the detectives?" he asks.

"That's us," says (F/A/N).

"Is there something you need?" I ask.

"Oh, yes. I've been sent by my employer, Mr. Emile Mondevarious to invite you two to his world famous amusement, Spooky Island," the employee says, handing me an envelope. "He'd like you two to solve a mystery."

"Sorry, dude, but today's our day off," says Dean, making me, Sam and (F/A/N) nod our heads in agreement.

As much as I'd like to help, (F/A/N) and I have been solving mysteries none-stop, to the point where we're in need of a break. The same goes for Sam and Dean. Basically, we're exhausted, and would like to enjoy our day off today.

"He'll pay you a fee of 10,000 American dollars," the employee insists.

"We don't solve mysteries for money," I say.

"He'll provide you with free airfare," says the employee.

"Not into first-class," Sam comments.

"Room and board," the employee insists.

"No thanks," says (F/A/N).

"And all you can eat," the employee says, giving it one last shot in convincing us to go.

"Sign me up for all of that," Dean says, excited.

Sam, (F/A/N) and I all roll our at eyes at Dean. All the things that the employee just listed are things that Dean enjoys. Seeing how he's never going to let this go, I let out a sigh.

"Only on two conditions. One, I need two extra paid flight tickets for Sam and Dean. And two, (F/A/N) is allowed to go on the plain with us, with no problems from the "no animals allowed" rule," I point out.

"I can have that arranged," the employee says with a smile.

"Then you got yourself a deal," I say, shaking hands with the employee.

"Looks like we're going," says Sam.

"Yes!" Dean says, obviously excited about all of the free stuff.

"But remember, we're only going to solve the mystery, okay?" I reprimand.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure," Dean says, obviously ignoring me.

We soon find out from the employee that we weren't the only one's invited to Spooky Island. Apparently, so were Shaggy and Scooby. And since the employee had heard that they'd both be here, we all decided to lead the way to the Mystery Machine.

Hopefully they'll be okay. Knowing those two, they get scared way too easily whenever it comes to scary stuff.

Once we approach the Mystery Machine, I knock on the van's side door. "Shaggy, Scooby it's me!" I exclaim, hoping that they're inside.

Apparently, Shaggy must've gotten a little too excited to see me and (F/A/N), because once the van's side door opens, Shaggy comes stumbling out, barely tripping himself. I grab the back of his shirt, and practically drag his body, making him stand straight, so that he doesn't end up hurting himself from falling.

"Like, thanks, (N/N)," Shaggy says with a smile.

"What would you do without me?" I rhetorically ask.

The employee then spoke to Shaggy and Scooby, saying the same thing he said to me, (F/A/N), Sam and Dean. However...

"I'm sorry, dude. Look, uh, I'd love to help you out. You look like a really nice guy. It's just we're not detectives anymore, unlike (N/N) and (F/A/N)," says Shaggy.

"Oh, no. I've been sent by my employer Mr. Emile Mondevarious to invite you to his world famous amusement park Spooky Island," says the employee.

"Oh, we don't go near any place with "spooky", "haunted", "forbidden", or "creepy" in the name," Shaggy lists down.

"Or hydrocronic", says Scooby.

"Right, or hydrocolonic, but that's for a whole different reason, man," Shaggy says before walking away from the employee.

"But Mondevarious would like you to solve the mystery," the employee says, listing the same things he did to me, (F/A/N), Sam and Dean. But Shaggy said no to all of them, until... "And all you can eat."

"A-a-rall you can eat?" Scooby asks, making sure he's not dreaming, and then faints.

I couldn't help but laugh. Knowing these two, food definitely gets their attention.

Looks like we're all going to Spooky Island.

After that, we all made sure to pack whatever we might need, as well as making sure not to lose our plane tickets. Dean, Sam, (F/A/N) and I arrived first, but were promised by Shaggy and Scooby that they'd catch up with us at the airport. While walking through the building, the four of us make sure to keep an eye out for which plane that will take us to Spooky Island.

I must've not been paying close attention on where I was going, because I accidentally bump into someone. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," I apologize.

"No, no. It's my fault......(Y/N)!?" the person I bumped into asked.

When he takes his sunglasses off, I then start to recognize him. "Fred?!" (F/A/N) and I exclaim in sync.

"You two know each other?" Sam asks, a little confused.

"Long story," I say before turning my attention back on Fred. "Anyway, what're you doing here?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same thing?" Fred asks, just as shocked as I am.

"(Y/N)? (F/A/N)? Fred?" someones asks, making us turn our attention to see who it is.

"Velma?" Fred, (F/A/N) and I ask in sync.

Oh my gosh, what the heck are they doing here?

While Velma walks towards us, I start to let out a somewhat nervous chuckle. "By any chance, would the two of you be going this way?" I ask, gesturing to Spooky Island's gate.

"Y-yeah," Fred says, while Velma nods her head.

Deciding to just go with it, we all continue to head towards our destination. Dean then lets out an "ahem", hinting that I should introduce him and Sam to Fred and Velma.

"Oh, uh, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. They're brothers," I explain, while Fred and Velma each take turns in shaking hands with the two brothers.

"Nice to meet you," says Velma, giving Sam and Dean a smile.

"Nice to meet you, too," says Sam.

"So, how have you, uh...?" Velma tries to ask, her attention on me, Fred and (F/A/N).

"Been?" Fred and I ask, guessing if that's what she was trying to say.

"Yes," Velma says, trying to not be awkward.

"Well, I've still been solving mysteries...with Sam and Dean here. Like me, they're detectives, and have also been my partners for quite a while now," I say, trying to not make this seem awkward.

It takes all I have to try and not to be nervous around Fred and Velma. I mean, we haven't seen each other in two years, not since Mystery Inc broke up and went separate ways. What else am I supposed to say to them? "Long time no see, let's go back to solving mysteries together"? I highly doubt that would work out, considering the reason we all broke up in the first place.

"And you, Fred? How have you been?" I ask, trying not to be nervous around him.

"Great, great. I'm on the, uh, lecture circuit with my new book, "Fred on Fred: The Many Face of Me," Fred says holding up a book of himself.

"Jinkies, that's impressive," Velma says, her face saying otherwise.

"And what about you, Velma? What have you been up to?" (F/A/N) asks.

"I've been working at NASA, developing hydro-powered missile defense systems," she answers. The others and I share a look, all of us impressed that she's actually been doing that. I mean, it's no surprise that Velma would be part of that, since she's always been a genius at stuff like that. "But more importantly, I'm on a journey of self-discovery."

"That's really impressive," I say.

"Charter service to Spooky Island will begin momentarily," someone on the mic says, making all of us take a look at our tickets, to make sure that we're getting on the right plane.

"What do you mean I can't have seven carry-on bags? That is so economy," says a familiar voice, making me, Fred, Velma and (F/A/N) look at each other in shock.

"Daph?" we all say in sync, aside from Sam and Dean.

Daphne turns her attention towards us, realizing that it's definitely us. "Oh no. I'm not talking to you guys," she says, adjusting her sun-glasses, zipping her lips, and then placing one of her bags on the reception desk. After a moment or two, she turns back to face us. "What the heck are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? We all received the same letter from one Emile Mondevarious, the reclusive owner of Spooky Island," Velma explains.

You have got to be kidding me!

"It's not fair! I was gonna solve the mystery all by myself for the first ever!" Daphne exclaims, walking towards us, while also taking off her sun-glasses.

"How're you gonna save yourself when you get caught?" Fred asks with a smirk.

"I'm a black-belt now. I've transformed my body into a dangerous weapon," Daphne says, making me, Fred, Velma and (F/A/N) laugh. I mean, since when has Daphne ever been interested in being a black-belt, especially since she was always focused on making herself look pretty instead of a fighting machine. However, seeing that none of us believe her, Daphne gives us a glare. "It's true."

"Far out," we hear, making us turn around to see Shaggy. "I guess we're, like, all going to Spooky Island, man."

"Wait, where's Scooby?" Sam asks.

Not long after asking that, we all see Scooby walking towards us, or at least trying to. Scooby is wearing yellow heels, a straw hat, glasses, a white dress with yellow and blue flowers printed on it, and is carrying a purse (that's what it looks like to me. But don't hesitate to correct me if I made a mistake somewhere).

"Shaggy?" I ask, wanting to know what's going on.

"Care to explain that?" Sam asks, gesturing to the way Scooby is dressed.

"They don't allow big dogs on the plane," Shaggy explains.

"Why didn't you just ask for him to be arrange by being given permission on the plane like I did for (F/A/N)?" I ask.

"I didn't think about it," Shaggy admits.

This almost takes me back to the time when Shaggy and I tried to sneak (F/A/N) and Scooby onto our school bus in disguise, back when we were still attending Coolsville High.

"You've got to be kidding me," says Velma.

"No one is stupid enough to believe that," says Daphne.

"Who's the ugly old broad?" Fred asks, earning a kiss on the cheek from Scooby.

"Apparently there is someone who is stupid enough to believe that," I say, earning an annoyed glare from Daphne.

"Flight 3774 to Spooky Island, now boarding," the woman on the reception desk says.

"Listen, I wouldn't have agreed to come if I knew" Velma points out.

"Like, wait, just think about it for one minute," Shaggy insists, trying to prevent any of us from parting ways again. "Mystery Inc. reunites. We'll be a team again, just like the old days. So, come on, gang. Let's do that thing where we all put our hands in, we lift them up, and we all go whoohoohoo!

"Only if Fred and Velma do it," Daphne says, obviously refusing to do so.

When none of us do it, Fred speaks up. "People are watching, Shag," he says.

When Fred walks away, so do Velma and Daphne, getting ready to board the plane. I then feel someone nudge me, making me look at Shaggy and Scooby. Both of them have hopeful looks in their eyes, hoping that I join in by placing my hand on top of theirs. Even (F/A/N) places his/hand (hand, paw, claw, etc) on top of Shaggy and Scooby's, giving me the same hopeful look.

I roll my eyes at them, but can't help but smile. "Ah, what the heck?" I ask, placing my hand on top. "I guess it wouldn't hurt for old times sake."

"Like thanks, (N/N)," Shaggy says with a smile.

"What're girl-friends for?" I rhetorically ask, then giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, we better hurry. Or we're gonna miss our flight," Sam says, reminding us that the plane will leave without us if we don't get on already.

"Oh, yeah, heh, sure. What're we waiting for?" Dean asks, looking nervous.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Dean is really scared of planes. Knowing that, I can't help but get worried, wondering how he's going to take it, as well as wonder whether or not he'll actually make it through the entire flight.