Maggie "Sugie" Rogers

“Followed, great.” The sarcasm was hard to hide from his tone as he spoke, falling silent as he listened to her advice. “You know, like just by saying that we shouldn’t look back, makes me want to turn around and look all the more. Maybe there’s a way to see what’s behind us without actually ending up being like chased. Do you have a compact mirror on you?”

Scoobs could feel a whine starting up in his chest but he tries to quiet it and focus. He was a smart dog! And… and… somewhat brave. Besides, if they didn’t get out then Shaggy might be in trouble, and they had to help Shaggy. “Rhat about the rents?” Yes, the vents! But could they actually fit in the vents? And what if they were too loud? And the monster heard them?! He began to shake with fear, his tail accidentally trembling against a pipe behind them and making an eerie sound.

For a moment Sugie froze, trying to figure out just where the sound was coming from. Had the monster found a way into the room? No. No. That was impossible. They would have seen. And yet...there was that sound. Slowly turning, she breathed out a sigh of relief upon seeing it was Scooby. Okay. Good. No monster. Now they could concentrate on the plan.

“What? No way! We got this.” Mostly. As in, they didn’t not have it. Just like their plan didn’t not work. They caught the monster. Just now said monster was trapped in the room that was between them and the exit. Also trapping them.

Fred nodded his head and led Sugie to the Mystery Machine. Once they were both inside of it and had their seat belts on, he started the engine and began to drive.

“So, how’s school going?” he asked once they had stopped at a red light. The gang and him had graduated from Coolsville High several years ago and even though their parents had wanted all of them to attend college, the thrill of solving mysteries was preventing them from going. So maybe solving mysteries wasn’t exactly a thrill for Scooby and Shaggy, but the two best friends got to eat food wherever Mystery Inc. ended up.

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She nodded, smiling a little at her.  “It’s genius really.  We could find a little aquarium to carry it in while in the Mystery Machine.”  Oh… Fred might not like that so much, but that’s okay.  “Sounds like a great idea to me.  But then again, I don’t usually get to drive so…”

“Yesssss. A little aquarium with it’s own underwater pizza shop and Mystery Machine. It’ll be perfect.” And they could get Fred on board with it. Sugie was certain. They just needed to find a way to secure the aquarium which...there had to be a way right? Like marine centers transfer their animals and they need aquariums to do it. They’ll just see what kind they use.

She might luck out and he’d forget. Either way it didn’t matter, Fred Jones didn’t exactly listen to him, so it would have little to no impact on her activities much to her brother’s disappointment. He’d just have to hope she didn’t get an aggressive monster on a bad day or wind up possessed.

“It’s not too late to turn back around and take me up on my other offers…I’ll pay you like twice as much.” Oh how Shaggy hated this. So very much. Right now it just looked like a damp, dark cave. He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to look for, just that he didn’t want to be there.

He caught something flitting out of the corner of his eye and just about knocked Scooby over at what turned out to be a bat. He tried to whisper to avoid causing his voice to echo off the cave walls, “There’s nothing in here but bats Sug, like I think whatever it was people were talking about has left.”

Of course there were footprints in the sand but he was going to choose to believe those were old.

She wasn’t going to wind up possessed. The majority of people who got possessed ended up the way because they did something stupid -- like read aloud from an ancient and sketchy looking text or play with a spirit board alone in an abandoned house. She had plans to do none of those things. So she was good. Really.

“We’re not turning around. Not when we’ve come this far.” They made it to the beach. And the cave. Why quit when all that was left was to explore said cave? Come on, Shaggy...this could be the break she was looking for. 

“Maybe, maybe not.” Though it was looking to be a bit more like maybe. Because her brother was right. So far? Nothing. She was about to give in and say they should come back another night when something caught her attention. There. In the corner of the cave...

“Good point. Do you suppose it would be wise to just do a stakeout tonight, then? Capture a picture of our mysterious apparition on camera, just so we know what we’re dealing with?” He would feel safest knowing what they were dealing with first before they confronted any spirit from any era, especially if it weren’t a friendly ghost. “Then tomorrow we can do our research into who this spirit might be.” George’s brows lifted in surprise, “Since my time? So it’s possible I’ll be able to use this whenever I go back… I – I mean it could come in quite handy if I were to continue searching for ghosts… on my days off, of course…” His mind was wandering to when he returned home, and how this would help an investigation, even one that didn’t involve things from the great beyond. “A movie, you say? Perhaps one day you could show me that movie if – if you remember its title.” “A ghost hunting bag? Do – Do they sell kits of those in shops? They must cost a pretty penny no doubt.” He almost wanted to purchase one, but he knew bringing anything back to the past from the future would be a bad idea. Checking to make sure his truncheon was attached to his belt, he pointed at Sugie and grinned, “Shall we be off then? Is it a far walk to this drive-in place?”

“Yes! Exactly! A stakeout is just what we need.” And the best part of a stakeout? The snacks. They’d have to stock up on their way over to the drive-in. Oh, and leave Shaggy a note letting him know she won’t be back tonight. With their parents away, he was supposed to be checking in on her periodically and it would be just her luck that tonight would be the night he swung by. And then completely freaked out because she was missing.

But as long as they left a note on the fridge they should be okay.

“Mmmmhmmm. The whole ‘debunking of spiritualism’ was big back then. Along with the whole ‘seance for profit’ thing. Which is what I think spurned the debunking; people got tired of so-called mediums taking advantage of grieving parents and widows. You’ll see. The opening scene of the movie sets it up perfectly. As soon as I remember what it is, you and I are totally having a movie night. We can watch that and a few other scary movies. Have you ever seen It? Shaggy refuses to watch it with me. He says clowns are disturbing on a good day.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”  She had to smile, nodding her head just a little at her.  That could be interesting actually.  Though, she wasn’t sure how Scoob would react to it.  “Just imagine all the things you could get done with one.  Work would go faster, for sure.”

Sugie was certain, that given some time, Scooby and the octopus could be friends. You know...he’s a great dane who enjoys snacking, he’s an octopus that can escape any container...together they fight crime! But considering it was still a hypothetical octopus? They were probably safe from having to deal with the outcome of that -- good or bad.

Oh Freddy boy. He was going to have to make a mental note to have a discussion with him about certain things. Things like providing his sister with ghost hunting equipment and encouraging this hobby of hers. At the very least he could show her a PSA about the dangers of the paranormal. He had to have some footage somewhere. Probably wouldn’t work as well as it did with Shaggy.

Shaggy sighed. He was never going to win this one. Not with any of his logic whatsoever. Though with him and Scooby here, it should have at the very least worked out in his favor. Two against one. She’d just run up ahead regardless of whether or not they followed. She’d made it to the beach and that was all she needed.

His hand rested against Scooby’s back as they began to walk. As usual, his senses were overly amplified to the point where any twig cracking would cause him to break out in a state of paranoia. They hadn’t even made it to the cave yet and he was already skiddish. “Scoob, old buddy old pal, like explain to me again how we got roped into this?” The Great Dane shrugged, “Ri Ron’t ro.” Shaggy adjusted the backpack he had grabbed out of the truck as they made their way towards the cave.

Ooooooor, alternatively, he could say nothing to Fred and Fred could keep providing her with equipment and advice. Like, she got it. The paranormal could be dangerous. But she’d seen some of the ghost hunting shows on television and if those idiots could do it...

Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Shaggy and Scooby were following, she slowed her pace just a bit. No use being way out on front of them, right? Best to go in all together.

Were they not about to go in search of a giant, potentially radioactive sea creature, it would have been a nice night. Summer was starting to roll into Coolsville and so even though it was long past dark, it wasn’t terribly cold.Good night for a bonfire...s’mores...anything except monster hunting, really. And yet, here they were.

Right before the cave’s entrance, Sugie stopped, digging a flashlight out of her bag. Switching it on, she looked at her brother and Scooby, took one final breath, and stepped inside.

“Uh-huh!” She motioned towards the middle of the ‘party’ where Scooby sat in a giant floppy hat and a string of pearls that he 100% picked out himself. In front of him was an already half eaten box of cupcakes. “Come join us! But first...”