This is a story that XxLadyStrengthxX and I are writing together. Just warning you that there may be some slight swearing in later chapters. Disclaimer: we do not own Scooby-Doo or any Disney characters.

Chapter 1 An Offer and an Interview

Mystery Inc., a group of teenaged sleuths from Coolsville, Ohio, had just solved another mystery in their town. They proudly led the police toward the crook, a man who had been trying to scare people away from an old mansion by dressing as a ghost. He had needed the privacy to locate the cache of jewels that was said to be hidden there.

"And I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids and that darn dog dog," the man grumbled before being escorted into a police cruiser parked nearby.

"Thanks again for all the help," the sheriff told the gang.

Fred Jones, the unofficial leader, smiled and responded, "We're just glad that everthing's back to normal now." He put his arm around the waist of the strawberry blonde beauty, Daphne Blake. The two had been dating for a week, and, though their feelings were strong, they were still a little awkward when it came to public displays of affection. Velma Dinkley, the brains of their group, smirked as she noticed her friends having a difficult time adjusting to their status as a couple.

"Well, as a way of thanking you for all you've done for this town, everybody chipped in to pay for a vacation for you guys," the sheriff said happily. "Just name where you want to go, and we'll send you there, all expenses paid for two weeks."

Shaggy Rogers, a scrawny coward with a mop of messy brown hair, and Scooby-Doo, their equally-wimpy pet, jumped up and down excitedly. "R'oh boy, r'oh boy, r'oh boy," Scooby barked eagerly.

"Like, this is totally awesome, man," Shaggy said, grinning at the sheriff.

"Well, I'll let you five figure out where you'd like to go," the man informed them before leaving.

"Let's go to Paris!" Daphne suggested, staring off dreamily.

"Or we could go to Hollywood," Fred commented.

"Or Italy," Velma offered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Or, like, how about Florida?" Shaggy asked. "We could, like, totally check out Disney World while we're there."

This idea seemed particularly appealing to everyone as their eyes lit up with thoughts of visiting the place. Daphne seemed to be the only one unaffected by the news. Her heart had been set on touring Paris, a place she'd dreamed of going since she was a toddler. Now, with her perfect boyfriend and this generous offer from the sheriff, the time seemed to be right. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to be on her side.

Fred noticed that she seemed reluctant to agree on Florida. "Daph, if you really don't want to go, I'm sure we can think of somewhere else to visit," he told her kindly.

Daphne gave him a small smile. "No way, we're going to Florida. That's where everyone else wants to go and I'm sure we'll all have fun, as long as we're together." She sighed. "Besides, if we went to Paris, we'd probably run into some sort of mystery. If we go to Disney World, nothing can go wrong."

Fred grinned and kissed the top of her head happily. She was right: this vacation would be absolutely perfect. There would be no mysteries, no trouble, just relaxation and bliss.

"Excuse me, Mystery Inc?" a man asked, approaching them eagerly. "I'm Calvin Roberts, a reporter for The Coolsville Times. I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time for an interview?" Just then, sirens sounded as some of the police vehicles exited the grounds. "On second thought, maybe we could go somewhere quieter?"

Fred grinned. This was the first reporter that had ever asked them any questions. That meant they were becoming increasingly well-known. "We were just heading down to the Malt Shop if you wanted to join us. It's only about fifteen minutes away from here."

"Sounds great," Mr. Roberts responded, heading in the direction of his car.

The gang headed toward the Mystery Machine, Fred's van that had been transformed into the group's vehicle. The drive to the Malt Shop was painless enough at first, but about ten minutes in, they found themselves stopped in the midst of terrible traffic. Daphne groaned, for she was exhausted from their case. She shut her eyes, only intending to rest them, though soon she found herself in a very peculiar dream. The gang had decided upon Paris as the location for their trip rather than Orlando. They were walking merrily down the streets of France, admiring the culture. Fred had stopped her and pulled her close, leaning in for a kiss. Before their lips had the chance to meet, a giant crossaint approached them. The pastry had eyes, hands, feet and a dark, curled mustache.

"I will turnz you all into snailz," he bellowed, his accent thick.

Daphne awoke with a start. She was panting for some reason, thinking back to the bizarre vision she'd just had. "It's a good thing we're not going to Paris," she mumbled to herself. She yawned and stretched, noticing that Fred had just pulled into the parking lot.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," Fred teased as Daphne groggily climbed out of the van. She stuck her tongue out in response as they walked into the brightly lit malt shop.

"Hello, everyone," Mr. Roberts greeted with an excited smile, leading them toward a large booth. "I'm going to be recording our conversation. Is that alright?" When everyone nodded, he continued. "Do you mind if I start with some personal questions?"

"Not at all, Mr. Roberts," Fred responded politely.

"Call me Calvin," the man replied with obvious infatuation with the teens before him. "Are the rumors true, Fred? Did you finally get up the nerve to ask Daphne out? How long has it been? When and how did this happen?"

Fred looked confused by the sudden outburst of questions. He slowly began to answer, trying to remember all that had been asked. "Um, yeah, Daphne and I have been dating for about a week. One day, when I was tired of pretending that I didn't feel this way, I asked Daph to meet me at the park. We walked for a while and talked, but I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I kissed her." He blushed and shifted in his seat nervously. "Yeah, that's basically it."

Calvin nodded vigorously with feigned interest. He then turned his attention to the two teens sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Shaggy, how long have you and Velma been dating?"

Shaggy's cheeks flushed with a bright pink as he cleared his throat, not prepared for this question. "Um, like, we're not," he responded, his voice cracking. He stole a glance up at Velma who seemed to be miles away. She had a slight smile on her lips, as if imagining something happy.

Sure enough, Velma was wondering what it would be like if she and Shaggy were a couple. They were best friends so it wouldn't be too bad, but he would never ask her out in reality. Instead of facing the dreariness of real life, she continuted to daydream about a relationship with the lovable coward.

"So, now that you've closed another one of Coolsville's most frightening mysteries, what do you plan to do?" Calvin wondered, his voice bringing Velma away from her thoughts.

Fred grinned widely and looked at his friends. "We're going to Disney World!" he said cheerily, clearly unaware that this vacation would end up as the most terrifying two weeks of their young lives.