Author's Note: And now comes the ninth installment of my reboot of Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated.

As usual, expect many revisions of the original episode of the same name to be made in this story.

By the way, for RPM Shadow: The brother who told on Shaggy and the sister who told on Daphne are different than the ones that approve of Shaggy and Daphne's relationship.

I don't own Scooby-Doo. Hanna-Barbera Productions and Warner Bros. does.

Chapter 1: Two heated conversations at home

May 13, 2012

"Surely you guys can't be serious?!" Shaggy exclaimed that late afternoon when he and Scooby were seated at the dining table with the former's parents. "Like, you know how Scoob and I can get cabin fever if we stay in the house all day!"

"Reah." Scooby agreed. "Rabin fever."

"Norville, Scooby, you boys know that we're doing this for your own good." Paula said sternly as her husband stood by her with his arms folded.

"That's right." Colton agreed. "How many times did your mother and I have to tell you NOT TO INTERACT WITH THAT BLAKE GIRL?"

"You sound like you've got bad blood with the Blakes, Dad." Shaggy interjected. "What was it Mr. Blake did that made you bitter about anyone related to him? Besides his foul personality, that is."

"Let's just say that he's one of those people who believes he can take anything for granted, like money for instance." Colton said. "And you all know how hard your mother and I have to work in order to earn a living."

"That doesn't explain why you allowed Neville to carry on with his relationship with Delilah, though." Shaggy quickly countered.

"That's because Delilah's different than her family." Paula quickly cut in. "She's disciplined just like your brother."

"And so is Daph, Mom and Dad." Shaggy quickly countered. "She never takes anything for granted and isn't the type that will have none of it when things doesn't go her way."

"Whatever." Colton huffed. He looked like he have had heard enough. "Starting today, you and Scooby are grounded for a week for not listening to your mother and I."

"And during this time when at school, you are not to interact with that Blake girl in any way." Paula added. "Tomorrow, I will telephone the school and see to it that this rule is enforced."

"Nor will we allow you to continue with your so-called 'hobby' in the week as well, Norville." Colton continued. "I received that phone call from the sheriff last Wednesday, and he was obviously not pleased with your deeds."

"It was a risk we had to take, Dad." Shaggy said. "The Hex Girls could've been killed! And Daphne's life was in danger! Surely-"

"Enough!" Paula roared. "You and Scooby could've been killed! It seemed like you boys have always been reckless and never cared about the dangers your 'hobby' has been presenting to your lives!"

"Then, what do you think we should have done, Mom?" Shaggy folded his arms. "Like, sit around and do nothing while a friend's life is at risk?"

"As the sheriff said, Norville." Colton said. "There's a reason why we've got a sheriff's department."

"The sheriff." Shaggy laughed. "Yeah, right. Like, as if he even cares about that sort of stuff instead of so-called 'tourist attractions'."

"Now don't you give me attitude, Norville." Paula said crossly. "This is serious!"

"Your mother's right." Colton agreed. "Until you and Scooby have learned not to take such dangerous risks again, you two are forbidden from hanging out with your so-called 'friends' until further notice."

"Right, then." Shaggy said as he got up from his seat, clearly fed up by his parents' dismissive attitude. "Scoob and I could care less about what you order us, and-"

"You want us to ban you and Scooby from having supper, son?" Colton asked. "Maybe we should have done that long ago to teach you boys a proper lesson."

Shaggy paused when his father made the remark, but then he and Scooby headed for the stairs.

"Where do you boys think you're going?" Paula asked. "We're not finished, unless you don't want to have dinner."

Shaggy, clearly fed up by the yelling, simply waved his hand dismissively as he and Scooby headed for the stairs to the basement.

Along the way, they walked past Neville, who shook his head in disapproval by the way things turned out in the discussion.

Once they were in Shaggy's bedroom in the basement, Shaggy closed the door and said to Scooby, "Like, don't worry, Scoob. It's a good thing we're always prepared for something like this."

He then gestured towards the bottom of his bed, removed the drawers and revealing a hidden refrigerator packed with food under the centre of his bed.

"Roh boy!" Scooby exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah." Shaggy nodded. "Now we won't starve!"

"You've got to be kidding me, Mom and Dad!" Daphne said that morning as she sat at the living room with her parents.

"This is no joke, Daphne." Barty said sternly. "Your mother and I have give you plenty of chances when we warned you not to interact with that Rogers hippie."

"And in spite of those warnings, you still disobeyed." Nan added. "What problems do you have in listening, Daphne?"

"When that demand you and Dad make are unreasonable!" Daphne retorted. "What was it that Shag did that made you and Dad have bad blood with him? He did nothing wrong!"

"Being a lower social status is already a strike for us, Daphne." Barty said. "And him being a slacker was strike two."

"Then, what is strike three?" Daphne asked.

"Him being a rebel on the way things are being run in this town." Nan answered. "That's not the type I will like to see being married to my daughter."

"Unlike Fred Jones Jr." Barty added. "He's someone who I will like to see being married to my daughter."

"Even if he's not a fan of the way things are being run in this city, Dad?" Daphne asked.

"Well, my dear Daphne, his status as the mayor's son gives him a distinctive advantage over that hippie you're hanging out with." Barty said. "As I said before, that hippie's family social status doesn't work with-"

"That doesn't explain why you let Delilah court Shaggy's brother Neville, Dad!" Daphne huffed.

"Daphne Anne Blake!" Nan said crossly. "Do not interrupt your father while he's speaking!"

"Yes, and besides, Neville's different." Barty added. "He's very disciplined like your sister and is not a slacker like that hippie boy!"

"Well, this is where you are wrong, Dad." Daphne quickly said before her father had a chance to continue. "Shaggy's not a slacker. Sure, he may goof off and does eat a lot, but he's got the manners of a gentlemen, never hesitates to help me out when I'm having trouble with my homework and during our adventures, he and Scooby never fails to save the day."

"Whatever." Nan said dismissively. "You know that your father and I are doing this for your own good, Daphne."

"Doing this for my own good." Daphne said mockingly. "Yeah, right."

"Don't you give me attitude, Daphne." Barty said as he raised his voice. "Because if you do, I can and will have the school enforce my rules on you being not allowed to say a single word to that hippie boy at school, even during lunch period."

Daphne was stunned by the remark, but she then got up from her seat and stormed upstairs to her room without another word.

Along the way, she passed by Delilah, who shook her head in disapproval on how the conversation turned out.

That evening, Crystal Cove was buzzed by the first night of its annual week-long outdoor event: The Royal Knights Faire.

All of the attendants of the fair were dressed in medieval outfits, which included armoured knights, jesters, princesses and even Robin Hood.

There were also people that were dressed as Vikings for the event and everyone in attendance seemed to be having a fun time.

Among those in attendance were a certain young woman dressed as a medieval maid, who was sipping a drink.

As she finished her drink, a hand suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder.

The woman gasped and turned, only to see her friend dressed as a Viking and smiling at her.

"Well?" The friend asked. "How do I look, Jen?"

"You sure look fierce like a pirate." The woman, addressed as Jen, replied. "Though you shouldn't be wearing those horns."

"Why not?" The friend asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"It's a common misconception that Vikings wore horns on their helmets." Jen explained. "There's no archaeological evidence that backs that up."

"Must be from popular culture and those operas." The man remarked before feeling his costume belt loosening. "Excuse me for a sec. I gotta fix this thing."

"Okay." Jen nodded as he made his way to a storage area of sorts. "But don't take too long."

Soon, the man was alone in the dark storage area, tightening his belt. As he did so, a growl and a spooky-looking shadow suddenly whisked by.

"Huh?" The man turned, only to find nothing.

He walked forwards, and then the same shadow and noise whisked by behind his back.

Hearing the noise again, the man turned, and upon seeing no one, he asked, "Hello?"

Seeing no one, the man then proceeded to work on his belt when he suddenly came face-to-face with a sinister-looking gnome!

The gnome, with red glowing eyes and a pair of blue, glowing hands, growled as it marched towards him menacingly.

"Yah!" The man exclaimed in fright and quickly tried to back away from the gnome, only to trip over some crates.

To his horror, the gnome then leaned towards him and its glowing hands moved towards his face as if it was preparing to drain him of something.

Meanwhile, Jen thought he had been working on his belt for too long and decided to go into the storage area.

"Okay, Ben." Jen said as she marched into the dark storage area. "What's taking you..."

She stopped in mid-sentence when, to her horror, she saw a sinister-looking gnome hunched over her friend!

The gnome, upon seeing Jen, quickly backed away before leaping onto the nearby roof and rushed out of the scene.

Jen quickly rushed to Ben, whose face looked ghastly bright blue as he was paralysed in the attack.

Horrified by what just unfold, Jen raced outside the storage area and screamed for help.

Uh uh. That's some serious drama at the Rogers and the Blake households.

And it looks like the gang's about to get another mystery in their hands.

What will happen next? Stay tuned, and please read and review!