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Velma Dinkley was one of the best problem solvers in all of Coolsville, and possibly on the face of the entire planet, among four others. Probably the only thing that could differentiate her from the rest of the Mystery Inc. gang was her ability to become anyone’s psychiatrist. There wasn’t an issue she could not solve, nor any advice that she gave that wasn’t helpful and effective. Today was no different. She was just taking a soda break from take on the Grothendieck-Katz p-curvature conjecture when one of the greatest mystery investigators of their generation walked into the Dinkley’s kitchen. The brunette’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise as she took a glass from its display, but there was no doubt in her that they needed help in something. “Is it a new case, or are we going through a millennial crisis?” She asked as she placed her empty glass on the kitchen island.

A rough and old trinket still shone like a gold coin as Coolsville’s Golden boy, Fred Jones, held it where the sunlight would hit it. It was an odd little thing, a memory of the summer before his senior year of high school, a murder weapon the Mystery Inc. chose not to surrender to authorities but kept as a reminder as to why they were doing what they were doing in the first place.

How in God's name did you end up here, Drew?

loose lips sink ships ; maria&rob