"What's wrong?" Daphne tried to get a handle on what was happening. Shaggy and Scooby were trying to hide behind each other while pointing at her head and that something had caused Velma to faint.

"Guys, there's something in my hair isn't there?"

"Emmmmm like you could say that," quivered Shaggy.

"Reah, rair."

Daphne took out her pocket mirror and gingerly checked.

"Ewwww get it off, get it off, get if off!" Daphne tore at her head when she saw her reflection.

"Like we'll save you Daph!"

Velma came round to the commotion in the back, it looked like Shaggy and Scooby were trying to pull Daphne's moth-head off. She was just about to join in when she noticed that Shaggy had dropped a bag of toffees from his pocket; she retrieved the bag and proceeded to surreptitiously store the toffees away in a safe place.

"Uh… nearly… got… it… off…"

"Those are my ears!"

With a tearing and popping sound the head came off, Daphne flying in one direction, Shaggy and Scooby in the other, both into the sides of the van. Daphne felt her face, she was back to normal.

"Oh that's much better."

Shaggy held up the head "Oh I dunno Daph, antennae suit you."

"I'll ignore that remark, Velma, your back with us?" said Daphne noticing that Velma was starting to sit up.

"Like what are you eating Vel?" said Shaggy.
"Mufingh."

"Are those sweet wrappers on the floor next to you?" said Daphne.

"Mo."

"My toffees!" Shaggy leapt for the bag in Velma's hand. Soon wrappers were flying every which way as the battle for toffees descended into a tickle-fight. Daphne sighed, retrieved the moth head and stuck it back on her head to drown out the noise.

"No Scooby you can't join me in here."

Shaggy and Velma were all tickled out by the time they reached HQ but Fred had Daphne sit between them just to be on the safe side as they sat down in the conference room to discuss what they had found.

"One thing we do know is that the moths that fell on us were just dummies dressed in moth costumes," said Daphne placing the moth head the table as she sat down,

"Yeah, so I hope the real moth people are just as fake," said Shaggy.

"We should examine the head to see if we can find out where it was made then find out who ordered them," said Velma.

"Well where to begin?" said Fred picking up the white-board marker and walking to the whiteboard.

"I'm tired and I want to go home," said Velma resting her head on Daphne's shoulder.

"Right Velma's tired…" Fred started to write on the board.

"Like me too," said Shaggy flopping against Daphne.

"So's Shaggy, hmmm there's a pattern emerging."

"I am not a pillow!" yelled Daphne. Fred turned, as he did so Shaggy and Velma sat bolt upright and looked attentive as they could be.

"'I am not a pillow?' Daph you do come out with such random stuff at times, I'm not an orange but I don't go shouting about it. Come on Daph stay with us here." Before she could reply Fred turned his back and faced the board.

Shaggy and Velma started to lean towards Daphne but at the last minute she leant back so they fell into each other, then onto her legs, this caused her chair to topple over and they all ended up in a pile on the floor. Fred didn't even look round.

"So Scooby, do you have anything constructive to bring to this meeting?"

"Reah rapers," said Scooby holding up what he had found in the commotion at the factory.

"Right Scoob let's see what you've found."

Fred and Scoobyy set out the papers on the table and as soon as the others had untangled themselves they all set to work analysing their latest finds.

"These look like invoices and letters, we might get some names and some leads," said Daphne.

"I want to know who that Miss T. Kubickle is, the one who did the lift 'repair' at the library," said Fred holding up a copy of a page from the library's visitors book.

"Hmmm the names the moths used were Debs and Sam, Debbie and Samantha I suspect, but who could be the T?"

"Found it!" Shaggy held up some paper, opening it out so Velma could see "Found out who 'T' is."

"Oh my," said Velma looking over his shoulder.

"Is this for real?" said Fred as Shaggy passed him the paper.

"That's just so wrong," said Daphne.

"Well now we've solved that little mystery it's time to bring home the bacon." said Fred.

"It's only a figure of speech guys, no actual bacon is involved," said Velma on seeing how excited Shaggy and Scooby had become "But Fred's right, this looking for clues business is getting too dangerous, for me especially..."

"Like and my toffees," interjected Shaggy.

"...as I was saying, time to go on the offensive."

"It's trap setting time!" said Daphne standing up and punching the air "Whoops sorry, over to you Fred."

"Thanks Daph but what I was going to say was..."

"It's bed time!" said Shaggy and Velma.

"Close but first I was going to say... I've got a plan!" said Fred proudly after which there was silence.

"And?" said Daphne after a while.

"Oh yeah, we're going into business!"

"Doing what?" said the gang.

"Manufacturing washing-up powder, this time we build the bait, Shaggy and Scooby get the day off."

"Wo-ho!" Fred was almost knocked off his feet as he was embraced by Shaggy and Scooby.

"Like we're not worthy man, we're not worthy,"

"Well OK if you put it like that we'll go back to how we usually do things."
"Re're rothy! Re're rothy!"

"OK guys just kidding. Right let's go home and catch some shut-eye." Seconds later Fred was in an empty building. "I'll lock up then shall I?"

The next morning saw the gang hard at work laying the foundation for their trap. Daphne and Velma were to work on the soap power and other chemicals needed to make it looks like manufacturing was underway while Fred, Shaggy and Scooby would build the factory in an empty building down-town. All wear wearing their regular clothes; all except Velma who wore the bike-leathers from yesterday.

"Like Vel is the zip stuck?"

"No, I'm not so creaky now and this way my jumpers stay safe. Plus all I need to do is to give it a quick polish and they're good for another day. I've even brought the matching gloves with me in case my hands get cold."

The final planning was done and they set to their respective tasks.

"Make just your stains history with all new Stain Pounder? Hmmmmm. Keep your clothes lose your stains with the Dirt Cleaver? No." said Velma to herself chewing the end of her pencil "Another reason I never went into marketing." Her musings were interrupted by the sound of a muffled explosion from one of the labs. She hurried to the lab to help Daphne; fans were at full blast venting the room of smoke and fumes.

"Are you sure you don't want to swap?" said Velma leading Daphne out of the lab.

"No, I'm just a bit rusty at chemistry that's all."

"Well unless you want to spend the next few weeks re-growing your eyebrows I suggest you at least let me help, then you can help me. I've hit a brick-wall on this marketing stuff."

"Deal."

Meanwhile across town Fred, Shaggy and Scooby were setting up 'Coolsville Cleaners' the front company that was to be the bait. They were building a 'factory'; mostly out of cardboard boxes and tubes glued together then painted to look like machinery and metal pipes.

"This is going to be awesome," said Fred as they were putting the finishing touches on their creation.

"Yeah man," said Shaggy as he finished drawing the buttons on the 'control panel' "like all the dials go to 11."

Finally all the elements of the trap were together. Daphne and Velma drove the soap samples over in a rental van while the boys worked with a local TV crew to produce an advert. It was tacky and cheap but would do the job. A mannequin dressed in a jumper, shirt and jeans had balloons filled with helium attached to it. The balloons had words like 'stain, 'dirt' and 'grime' written on them, these Shaggy popped them using his catapult to leave the clothes clean and unharmed. They had arranged some covert shipments of unaffected soap powder from out of town, delivered by another route, just in case they did get some customers. Police had the building where the dissolving chemical was being made under discrete surveillance so the gag would have some warning when they could be expecting visitors, not long after the ad had aired a van was seen leaving the building and heading towards the factory.

"Right I've focussed all my trap karma on this!" Fred gesticulated in the direction of the trap they had just finished.

"Yeah," said Daphne with a dismissive edge to her voice as she viewed the large spider's web construction made out of duct-tape and the assortment of sports equipment piled in the corner.

"It's simple, this store of soap and the factory has lured the creatures here, when they get close Vel and I will jump out from behind the soap boxes and surprise them causing them to head towards the slope, Shaggy will use a bat to make them jump up so Daph can push a skateboard under them then Scooby will use another bat…"

"Hockley stick," corrected Velma.

"…to push them down the slope and into the web. What could possibly go wrong?" said Fred.

"I've compiled a list but we don't have the time to go through it just right now," said Velma.

"Why?"

"You could start by looking behind you." Fred turned to see two moth creatures and the grub slip in through the door.

"Crikies places everyone!" there was a brief flurry of activity then all was quiet.

"Fred, what do we do about the grub? We didn't plan on that showing up," whispered Velma.

"We need to improvise, what have you got on you?"

"A few post-it notes, some balloons that didn't get used during the shoot, a pen, my keys, loose change… not much I'm afraid."

"Fill one balloon with this glue and a couple with liquid soap." Fred reached for a container of glue they had used in making the 'factory' "I'll start filling some of the others with helium." While they did the two moth creatures began to explore the factory while the grub patrolled the exit.

Soon a train of balloons floated high in the air towards the grub.

"It's not cooperating," whispered Daphne as the grub refused to play its part and head to where the balloons were.
"They eat wool right, that's what the science guy in the cave said," said Fred "so if we take that jumper we used in the advert then..."

"Be, be brave," whispered Velma choking back the tears "I'll remember you." She stroked the jumper reassuringly then handed it over to Fred.

"Oh for crying out loud not again," whispered Daphne.

"Look Velma it's not a sweater you know personally," said Shaggy comforting Velma.

"But, but it reminds me of Jamie, my cashmere cardigan."

"Which is safe in your house right?" Velma nodded "Like this is for woollen clothing everywhere."

Fred tied some rope to the sleeve of the jumper then threw it near the grub.

"I can't watch," said Velma peeking out from behind her fingers as the grub stopped, it moved its head from side-to-side as it sensing the air. Fred tugged the jumper, moving it slightly closer to him. The grub began to follow slowly.

"Don't worry Vel, we've got this covered, Shag get ready," said Fred.

Shaggy took out his catapult and took aim at the glue filled balloon. Fred flicked then pulled the rope, the sweater jumped into the air, the grub readied itself. Velma shut her eyes. Daphne braced herself and held out her arms.

"Now!" said Fred pulling hard on the rope, Shaggy fired, the grub lunged; Velma swooned into Daphne's arms. The jumper flew out of the way, the next instant the glue landed right on the grubs landing spot sticking it fast the moment it landed. Shaggy fired at the other balloons spilling liquid soap on and around the rear of the creature. The grub thrashed around, with the front stuck fast and the rear covered in soap there was nowhere for it to go. After a few moments it was still, Fred dashed over to the grub to try securing it while Velma dashed to free to the jumper and check that it was ok. Just as Fred reached the grub there was a crackling sound as the motor shorted out causing it to thrash around for a second. The sudden motion caught Fred by surprise, knocking him into the wall; he lay on the floor to stunned to move. The commotion attracted the attention of the moth creatures who headed directly for Fred with their hands outstretched.

"Daphne! Freddie down, plan B!" yelled Velma, she put down the jumper, reached into her pocket and rushed to Fred's side. Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of hissing and spluttering, the moth creatures stopped their advance when it tuned into a growling, nasal roaring noise. Shaggy and Scooby were equally baffled as the noise seemed to come from Daphne and Velma.

"Ha!" Velma leapt forward and punched the lead creature between its antennae, it staggered back flailing its arms for balance knocking the other one back with it. "Carbon-knuckle gloves, you gotta love 'em. Now Shaggy!"

"Fore!" Shaggy swung at the creatures with a cricket bat causing them to jump back, right onto the glue-covered skateboard Daphne had slid onto their landing spot. As planned Scooby then used a hockey stick to push them towards the net.

"Touchdown!" shouted Shaggy as they landed in the net quickly getting stuck to and tangled in it.

"You spike them in the end zone," said Fred as he got to his feet.

"The library staff should be able to identify which one sabotaged the lift," Fred as the police officers walked through the door.

"Yeah and as for the cover name, Miss T Kubickle, Miss Terri Kubickle oh p-lease" said Daphne.

"Right kids, let's take it from the top," said the senior officer of the group,

"Oh jinkies is that the time" Velma whispered to herself when she looked at her watch, she took a deep breath and pulled the moth heads from the two creatures to reveal two similar looking women.

"OK then one of these is Debbie the other is Samantha which explains how both Daph and I were attacked at the same time, they are both related to a Dr Kubicle, an industrial chemist, who with a colleague developed a process for removing oils and grease, works great in industry not so great in domestic setting as it can rot clothes. These two decided that by sabotaging the city's soap supplies and the fire suppression systems of the main clothing stores people would by clothes from their on-line stores and that their clothing manufacturing business would also pick up a load of orders in addition the traffic on their giant moths web-site would allow them to sell more advertising…"

"Breathe Velma," said Fred, she did and ploughed on.

"They are both smart so could come up with the animatronic grub which attacked Daphne and the giant moth which has been seen about the city and attacked Shaggy, Scooby and I it is based on a model jet plane which explains the cooked waffle batter Daph found. They are also decent enough chemists in their own right to come up with the cocoon spray they used on Daphne and I. I also expect that one of them was the lady who ran into the diner claiming she had been attacked by the moth a few days ago if you recall, Right that's my bit done you take it from here Fred, need to be off now, see you all day after tomorrow" Velma headed for the door "need emm, need to meet someone at the airport, help them with luggage you understand," and with that she dashed out the door.

"Was that the quickest reveal we've ever done?" said Fred looking at his watch.

"That was a bit of a let-down," said one sister to the other.

"Yeah our scheme was way more detailed than that," said the other.

"Velma's gone already? Man she usually spends ages doing this," said Shaggy.

"I think that tells us all we need to know," said Daphne smugly.

"It'll do for now. So then what have you two got to say for yourselves?" said one of the officers looking at the two sisters.

"We never touched shops used for children's clothes or poorer people."

"Rich and poor wash their clothes; it's just that some can't afford to replace them after they've been dissolved. This has caused real hardship for some," said Daphne angrily.

"But we didn't harm anyone."

"Reality check, you nearly murdered Daphne once, Velma twice and almost caused us to have a bike crash," said Shaggy.

"We never thought we'd go that far, we just got carried away," said one of the sisters as the reality of what they had done finally hit home, the other one nodded.

"Well now you'll get carried away" said Shaggy as the police officers took the sisters away.

As expected Velma didn't put in an appearance the next day, but she did the day after that. They had paperwork to finish, expense forms to fill in and reports to write for the authorities. Now that the moth threat had been eliminated 'Danny' made a welcome reappearance along with the rest of her regular clothing. If that was all back to normal Velma wasn't, she spent much of the morning staring out of window with goofy grin on face. To Daphne she was quite 'floaty', distracted even and, for Velma, quite chipper. Daphne's 'romance meter' was off the scale but when she queried Fred on Velma's behaviour he put it down to blocked sinuses.

The meeting droned on as they compiled a time-line of events, finally they got to the showdown; there was one nagging question in the boy's mind.

"Man how did you make those scary noises?" asked Shaggy.

Daphne and Velma had a fit of the giggles then got out their phones and played the clips.

"It's you two snoring!" they said simultaneously.

"We don't snore" replied Fred and Shaggy indignantly.

Shaggy stood up, placing his hands on the table "Impossible!" he declared.

"Reah, ron't rore" Scooby appeared most hurt at the accusation.

"The evidence is clear," said Velma "but I will just say we utilised naturally produced sound effects during the apprehension of the Kubicle sisters in the official report." With that Daphne and Velma headed into the kitchen, it was the girl's turn to get the coffee and doughnuts, the boys needed something unnecessarily fattening to help heal their wounded pride.

"The poor dears, after all men do snore, all men snore isn't that right?" laughed Daphne laying the bait.

"True, even Gustav does," said Velma.

Daphne sidled up to Velma and said quietly "Even after a night of passionate love-making?"

"Oh especially after a night of…" began Velma wistfully then immediately covered her mouth while going a deep-red colour. Daphne smiled, closed and locked the door to the kitchen then sat down next to Velma; the boys could wait, solving the mystery of Velma's love-life could not, plus they had the doughnuts.