MISS-ADVENTURE ONE; THE HORNY KNIGHT

The Mystery Machine, a paisley painted van of lime green and purple accents, careened around the muddy wheel rutted moon dappled road and slid in the slimy mud puddles of the recently abated storm. It jostled and jolted the two young teenagers in the front bench seat of the van, causing its driver Daphne to wince at the hard smack the seat gave her young firm bottom and Velma to readjust her large dark rimmed glasses upon her small freckled nose.

“Wasn’t it foolish for the boys to bet us that we couldn’t solve the mystery of the Franklin Crypts on our own?” Velma squeaked to Daphne, who was having trouble keeping the large van on the slippery winding road.

“Typical male egos! But that was some bet you made for us, I hope we can pull this off!” Daphne in her purple mini-dress frowned through the wide windshield of the Mystery Machine, it was getting harder to see due to the mud splashing up on the vehicle’s headlights, but Daphne didn’t reason this out. Instead, she chalked it up to the growing night fog that the sudden end of the rain had kicked up out of the surrounding swamp.

“Don’t worry, we will easily defeat this dilemma, crack this cryptic conundrum, and in case of point of contentious fact, prove once and for all to the rest of the gang of Mystery Inc. that we have always been the better sleuthing half of the so-called team!” Velma smiled broadly at Daphne who turned to look at her and smile back.

“You’re right!” Daphne felt her confidence surge. “We will show those men once and for all, that women are always the better detectives!” Daphne nodded her perfectly coiffed auburn locks.

“Look out!” Velma shrieked, pointing out the front windshield of the van. Daphne slammed on the brake pedal with her green pumps, but it was too late. The Mystery Machine skidded head first into the muddy ditch!

“We’re stuck!” Daphne wined as she gave up on the confusing controls of the van. “What do we do now?”

“Don’t panic, by my calculations we are within a stones throw of the ruins of the Franklin castle. See, over there, there’s the stone bridge that leads to the grounds. Come on. We’ll have this mystery wrapped up in no time.” Velma scooted out of the van and gingerly stepped into the slimy mud of the road.

“Well, alright. Yuck! This stuff is like walking in molasses!” Daphne brushed a few mud splatters from her purple tights and picked her way out of the water filled ditch and up onto the muddy road where Velma reached to give her a hand. Daphne teetered on an old limb at the ditched edge which she was desperately using to keep out of the water and grabbed at Velma’s offered hand for balance. In a blur of a second both girls where spitting out water and sitting chest deep in the muddy water of the overflowing ditch!

“Ugh! Just great!” Velma growled.

“Sorry, I slipped. Oh, my dress and hair are ruined!” Daphne groaned.

“Well at least I didn’t lose my glasses.” Velma tried to smile.

“Well, look on the bright side. It can’t get any worse than this.“ Daphne staggered to her feet shaking the mud off her hands. There was a sudden crash of thunder and it began to pour down rain again.

“Let’s hurry to the Franklin ruins!” Velma squealed, and the two of them ran through the increasing down pour and thunderous lighting crashes to the near by arching stone bride and the black twisted silhouette of stone ruins immediately beyond it.

“Well, we’re here. Now what?” Daphne stood next to Velma just inside the largest still standing structure of the ruins the girls had first come across. They stood there holding their shoes in each hand, dripping water off themselves, completely soaked.

“Well, first we find the entrance to the crypts. “ Velma began as she slid her mud covered black buckle shoes back on over her once white bobby socks, and Daphne followed suit by slipping her equally mud oozing green pumps back on to her own small purple panty hosed feet. “Which shouldn’t be too hard. In fact, if I am not mistaken, and I never am. That large descending stair should lead us down directly to them.” Velma beamed a smug smile despite her plastered brown bob bang shoulder length hair sticking irritatingly to the corner of her lips.

“What will we do for light? It’s dark enough right here as it is! But it looks awfully dark down there!” Daphne wrung out her long red hair,

“We’ll use my flash light silly.” Velma’s eyes widened behind her mud speckled glasses. “Oh, Jinkies! I left it back in the Mystery Machine!” Both girls turned their upper bodies back to the large open doorless portal where the rain poured down and lightning crashed.

“No matter, I have the most excellent of eye sight. And besides in an old castle like this there must be scads of torches just lying about! Come on! Stay close!”

“But I am frightened. This old castle is suppose to be haunted!” Daphne bit her small hand.

“Don’t be silly, how many times do I have to tell you that science has proven that the manifestation of spooks, specters, or fantastical spectral apparitions simply doesn’t exist.”

“Huh?”

“There’s no such things as ghosts! Now come on!” And Velma grabbed Daphne’s hand and the two of them crept to the nearby stone stairs and slowly slinked down into that well of darkness. Unseen behind them a tall figure slipped out of the shadows of a pile of rubble and followed them cautiously down into the Franklin crypt!

At the bottom of the winding stairs, their probing hands found the rough surface of a heavy moldy oak door, and giving it several combined shoves managed to force it open enough to admit the two shivering heroines. Beyond in the murky dark they could just make out a long stone hallway with several openings on either side of the passage opening into various rooms. “This isn’t the crypts.” Velma peered into the gloom. “But my hunch is we are on the right track. We just need to keep a look out for more stairs leading down.”

“Great,” Daphne mumbled. “Is that a candle! There on the table in that room?”

“Jinkies! It is! Now we will have some light!” Velma and Daphne entered the small doorless storage room.

“But how will we light it?” Daphne pondered.

Velma Stuttered. “They used flint and steel in ancient times. We need to find a tinder box, probably near some fire place.” The shadowy figure leaned into the room and dropped a small box of matches onto the rough hewn table and slipped back out again.

“Look! Matches,” Daphne scooped up the box of matches and lit the large white candle Velma was holding.

“Gosh, that was convenient.” Velma frowned, “but at least we can see now! Oh, what a filthy place. Come on let’s find the stairs to the Franklin crypt we only have to night to solve the mystery and win our bet!”

The two young girls now bathed in the soft candle glow made their way down the creepy cob web filled hallway, pausing here and there to check out the side rooms that lined it. “These clothes are killing me! I can’t stand being soaked through like this!” Daphne unzipped the back of her dress and began to shimmy out of the wet clinging garment.

“What on earth are you doing?” Velma asked in surprise.

“I’m not going to go around itching all night and end up with a cold from these damp things. And if you were smart you would shed your wet clothes as well!” Daphne folded up her dress and placed it on a chair in one of the side rooms they had entered to explore.

“But what will you wear instead!” Velma stuttered.

“We are big girls. I think I can stand an hour or two in my birthday suit!” Daphne slid off her purple double d-cup bra, freeing her large firm freckled breasts to sway as she set to work on her panty hose. In a thrice Velma could see that Daphne was indeed a natural red head!

“Zoinks!” Velma swallowed hard and then somewhat mesmerized by the rapidly revealing body of her crime solving partner, she began to disrobe her own clothing. “But what if someone sees us!?” Velma clutched her unfastened muddy bra to her J-cup breasts.

“The only thing in this place is the ghost of the Franklin crypt knight, who you said doesn’t exist, remember?” Daphne had her hands on her now tinny naked waste waiting for Velma to finishing removing her clothes. Velma nodded sharply and rapidly finished removing her clothes and placed them next to Daphne’s. “We will let them dry out her, and after we have solved the mystery of the Franklin crypts we will simply stop by and put them back on all nice and dry and head home!” Daphne smiled broadly at her impeccable logic and then shouted, “Look another candle!” She nearly bounced so hard that she risked a concussive knock out from her leaping breasts! It was a candelabra and giggly Daphne quickly lit its full complement of candles!

“How odd that we keep finding these brand new unused candles?” Velma mused.

“And how lucky, too! Come on let’s find the crypt and prove the recent sightings of the Franklin Knight ghost have been wrong!” Daphne was ecstatic as she bounded out of the small room. Her finding the candles, matches, and her clever idea to take off their clothes and let them dry, had all combined to make her over confident. “We really don’t need any of those pesky men do we!” And despite herself, Velma felt herself getting caught up in the red heads bubbly self-assurance and she smiled and strode rapidly after her.

The castle was however, rather creepy even with their new lighted passage, and soon each girl was half bent forward behind the cover of her proceeding candle light and sneaking in hushed whispers along the winding corridors. They had found and followed several short descending stair cases but each had simply lead to another open gallery of hallways and rooms. The lower floors though seemed to have retained their wooden doors and that made each creaking entrances into the concealed rooms both large and small a some what hart stopping enterprise for the two would be adventures.

“This place is much larger than I initially expected. We have already searched three subterranean floors and still not found the Franklin crypts.” Velma whispered. She had long ago forgot her naked state and had to agree in the close confines of the stone hallways and rooms that if felt infinitely better to search in the buff, than her cold wet clothing had. “It is also strange that we have found no discernable clues or signs of habitation on the part of any would be criminal who might have been perpetrating a hoax of haunting to hide his nefarious agendas.”

Daphne shook her head, “and there’s nobody here!”

“That’s what I said, silly.” Velma rolled her eyes behind her grimy glasses, and reached over and smacked Daphne’s shapely ass with her hand.

Daphne cooed and giggled at the light spanking and then shouted, “hey, is that what we are looking for!” Daphne was pointing at a large imposing iron grill with steps leading down beyond it disappearing into the dark below.

Velma rushed forward, “that’s it! The Franklin crypts. Now how to open this thing!” The two girls tugged at the imposing structure and then gave up and stared at it, with their bodies in suggestive pouts. Behind them a figure leaned out of the shadows and shook its head and snuck over and pulled the near by lever. The great grill raised up into the ceiling.

“We did it!” Daphne leapt about. “Come on!” And she picked up her candles and rushed down the stairs.

“Uh, yeah,” Velma followed her after a moments head scratching. Behind them the lone figure cautiously followed the ebbing glow of their descending candles.

The rough uneven stone of the stair well and flagstone steps slowly made a lazy spiral down into the depths of the green earth, until a heavy miter of lichen covered the walls in thick hard gray and spotted blacks and the odd patches of semi-florescent fungal pale ghostly white glow textured the air with a wimpled sheen. The flickering candle light spun manic shadows leaping about the ever descending lip of darkness leering before them. After a hart in throat eternity that had each girl clutching at one another’s elbow, the leaning stair well emptied its self into a large vaulted room. The two detectives peered under their up raised lights and shuffled cautiously into the room of wide rows of columns.

“I expected a long hallway full of niches and caskets. This seems more like a…” Velma frowned.

“A dungeon!” Daphne interrupted her co-adventurer as she gasped at the chains and iron maiden and implements of torture lining the wall now shocked into sudden relief by her quizzical candelabra thrust. Wax splattered on the wall as she instinctively recoiled from the long unused fiendish items and two of her candles whispered out in the sudden movement. “Ugh! This is terrible. Let’s get out of here,” Daphne whined at the images now lost in heavy shadow by her jerking away from them.

“Nonsense,” Velma forced a swallow to ease her shaky voice. “It makes perfect sense that the crypts would be situated near the old castles jail rooms. We are almost there. This is no time to give into childish fears. Besides it looks like this place hasn’t had visitors in a dogs age. We are perfectly safe.”

“But where is the ghost of the knight? Isn’t he suppose to haunt the crypts? We haven’t seen anything of him.” Daphne couldn’t tare her eyes off the blackness that had shrouded the items leaning about the wall before her, that had startled her so much.

“I told you there is no ghost, and if there was any such thing at all, it was going to be those counterfeiters that have been recently flooding the area with their funny money, disguised as such to frighten every one away from their base of operations.” Velma sneered at the darkness ringing them and placed her left fist upon her plucky full hip.

“But we haven’t seen anyone or any kind of printing press or anything.” Daphne welcomed Velma’s arm around her waist and leaned into the shorter girls reassuring warm soft body.

“That only means that this was never the counterfeiters base of operations and that the whole story of a ghostly knight that the rest of the gang told us about, is nothing but a bunch of hooey! In fact, I bet that we won’t find anything at all in this place but cob webs and dust! But we still have to check it all out, remember the bet. If we can’t solve the mystery of the Franklin Crypt ghost tonight, then the boys get a crack at it tomorrow night, and if they solve the mystery on their own, we lose the bet!”

“And what a bet to lose!” Daphne rolled her eyes at Velma.

“Don’t be such a worry wart. How can we lose! It is already apparent that no one has been down here recently, so that rules out the counterfeiters. As I am sure we would have found signs of them long before now. But we might as well be thorough and check out the crypts themselves. After all, there may be a hidden entrance to the crypts that allows the counterfeiters direct access to them, and we can’t risk that the boys find a clue in the crypts themselves that we over looked by not being brave or by getting brash and impatient at the last moment. It can’t be much further ahead. Come on!” Velma reluctantly let her arm slip off of Daphne’s slim waist and slid her hand along the stunning red heads arm and clutched her hand and lead her on into the large dungeon room.

“Oh, alright, but I have a bad feeling about all of this, and if it wasn’t for that silly bet you let the boys talk you into, I’d be out of here in the shake of a lamb’s tail.” Daphne let Velma tug her along a step or two and then moved up beside her and slipped her hand out of Velma’s and placed a long nailed cautious hand lightly on the small of the cocky brunettes back.

“That bet works both ways, remember? Think of the laughs we will have when those boys fail.” Both girls laughed at the mental images that suddenly filled their uneasy heads and Daphne’s hand slid down onto the soft swell of Velma’s upper hip.

“So, what happens if we find nothing and -” Daphne began, but Velma cut her off in mid-sentence.

“When, we find nothing.” Velma corrected her.

WHEN, we find nothing. And the boy’s find nothing too?” The red head frowned as the pair slowly weaved between the stout stone pillars holding up the low stone ceiling and tried to avoid looking at any of the torture devices that they had to walk past as Velma searched for a door leading out of the increasingly beguiling large room. “How dose that work? How is the bet resolved then?”

“If we find that there is no physical solution for the Franklin ghost, and that it is nothing but a fairy tale, then, the boys will have to prove us wrong on their search or else we win the bet! So, you see everything actually favors us in this arrangement. We can’t lose. Unless we don’t find a clue and they do. And that, however unlikely is our only real concern, because we are running out of time. It will be dawn soon.” Velma looked at the small watch on her wrist, that along with her shoes and glasses were the only articles of clothing the shapely brunette was currently wearing. “I hate to say this, but we may have to split up. This room is impossibly large and the division of arches and vaults seem to disguise any possible exit. We will each start on the outer wall and move along it in opposite directions and call out when we find any kind of exit.”

“Are you serious? Split up in this creepy place?” Daphne was nervously absently rubbing Velma’s left cheek of her perfectly round ass in uncertain agitated fear.

“I don’t like it any more than you do, but as soon as the sun is up the rest of the gang will be here and we can’t take any chances by not finding and exploring the crypt proper.” Velma was glad that the dim candle light hid her blushing face as the nervous rubbing of Daphne’s hand had her most potently aroused!

The two girls stumbled in the dim light of their melting candles and after some trial and error found the outer wall rimming the large room of gloom. They parted and each went off in the opposite direction left hands brushing along the wall in case they miss some niche or portal in the uncertain light and right hands holding aloft their ever melting source of light that flickered and dripped ever closer to its finial breath, with every tentative step.

It was Daphne who first found a spiral stair case leading up and out of the room, but she stifled her elated cry as she realized it was the very same stone stair which they had used to descend into the room not many minutes earlier. She frowned at the collapse of her elation and pouted at her disappointment. She didn’t really want to move on past the beckoning stair well and search further into the unfamiliar gloom. She decided to pause for a moment and see if Velma would be along shortly following the circuit of the wall from the opposite direction. She was sure the room couldn’t be that large and doubted that there were any other exits leading out of it. She chalked up her inability to see Velma’s light to the seemingly thick air, the many pillars and the some what odd angles of the irregular rooms over all shape. Both it and its floor seemed to spill about in a disjointed lack of perspective, it had an almost cyclopean construction to it, but Daphne reasoned it had more to do with the settling and collapse of the once magnificent castle, than any original design intent to produce such a misshapen unpleasant effect.

Velma frowned at her single candle that dripped wax silently into the growing mist that swirled about her knees and obscured the floor of the frightful chamber of horrors. She kept the flickering light carefully tilted so as not to allow any of the hot wax to dribble onto her slightly shaking hand. Velma finished her calculations and pursed her lips with the unavoidable conclusion that she had arrived at; the remaining stub of a candle she clutched would not see her through a further search of the room and still get her back to Daphne who had additional candles in her candelabra. She muttered at herself for letting Daphne’s little fondling so befuddle her as to not take some of the extra candles with her upon splitting their search.

There was nothing for it, she would have to head back to Daphne now while she still had enough candle to light her way back! Velma began to retrace her steps back along the wall after her red headed friend, giving a few tentative shouts out of Daphne’s name which only brought back shivering weak echoes form all directions at once, but no answer. Velma realized from the way the echoes bounced back around her that even if Daphne heard them, it would only be as equally confusing and directionless to her ears and only serve to lead the girl into wandering lost with as much likelihood of slipping away from her as toward her in this nightmarish fog! Velma paused to see if there was any answer to her cries, and then assured that Daphne must not have heard her and feeling a mixed blessing at that, quickened her pace, her eyes as often on the candle bleeding down into its last, as the dim illumination it spilled out around her in an ever tightening cloud of reassurance against the dark billowing mist.

Velma frowned at the mist. It was thickening into a heavy fog that swirled now up to her hips. There was something very peculiar about the swelling mist, and not just in the creepy whole ghost dungeon thing either. There was something oddly failure about it and yet disturbing as well. Velma waved her hand fingers spread wide through the winding tendrils of the ghastly glowing soup climbing up from the floor. It was cold on her hand as it was on her naked thighs. In fact, only the recently stoked fire of her moist snatch from the recent proximity of her nubile companion had kept her over heated libido from noting the chill of the building fog. But now she wondered if the fog wasn’t in fact the very sort produced by dry ice and water? She had often ran across such crude but effective effects in her sleuthing with the gang. This could be her very first clue in the case! Obviously a real ghost wouldn’t need dry ice and water to make a creepy fog! But it was impossible to be certain that the mist was a man made hoax and not some natural phenomenon or even a super natural occurrence, she would have to have proof! Velma began to thrust her candle down into the heavy vapors as she bent forward peering for tubes of water or floor vents or large hose of some kind to prove the fog was being produced by some one to scare them!

It was then that Velma began to notice a hint of sticky sweet scent to the rising mist. A fragrance that quickly burned at her lungs with a white cold dry tickling sensation. Chloroform! Some one was trying to put them to sleep! Velma tried to stand up abruptly to escape the billows pulling her to her knees, but her body had become spectral and leaden at the same time, and she could only lurch a half dizzy step collapsing against a pillar. As her numb hand clawed at the stone she felt her self sliding down, Velma saw a shape materialize out of the fog. It’s black somber shape drew closer as she struggled to focus her eyes, she thought for a moment that her glasses had fallen off and she reached up to her face, but they were there. And so was the Franklin ghost! The tall figure clad in black armor with billowing green mist oozing out of his vents stood before the hapless girl as she swooned into the mist.

When Velma awoke it took her several head throbbing seconds to pull herself through memory and recall where she was, but it continued to elude her as to where she was now. It then took her several more seconds of increasing horror for her to realize with dawning alarm that she was locked in a pair of wooden stocks! She was bent over at the waist, unable to see anything but her hands at the side of her head where they poked through and were crushed in place by the thick leather padding lining the two inner halves of the ancient oaken stocks. Velma twisted and tried to wiggle herself loose but nothing budged.

It was then she noticed the dark hulking shape of the Franklin knight in his black terrible armor watching her in her helpless struggles. The thing drew close to her and Velma saw it had a large mace in its left hand! But wait a minute… that wasn’t a medieval mace? O’ my god! There being jousted in front of Velma’s widening eyes was the largest male ‘thingie’ she had ever seen! Not that she had seen many, but she was confident that a thirty inch pecker was on the Zowie side of the spectrum. It was enormous! Bigger than both of her entrapped arms put together! And it was glowing a ghastly green! The enormous emerald head of it waved under her nose and her unblinking eyes followed it in utter terrified fascination!

Velma realized her mouth was muttering rapid non-sense of stumbling questions and horse demands and she suddenly yelped in alarm as the creature moved past her and out of the line of sight of her restricted vision. There was a terrifying eternity of nothingness and then she felt a cold gauntlet of steel slap her ass and cup up under her tingling lower belly. Another cold gloved hand grasped the side of her narrow waist, and she could suddenly feel the grapefruit sized head of the enormous shaft of hot pulsing meat slide slickly against the quivering lips of her wet pussy. “It will never fit!” She shrieked. There was a thrust and her shriek turned into a serious of coughing screams which turned into shuddering shouts and then into loud explanative pierced moans!

“There you are! Hey, Fred we found them!” Shaggy turned his head over his thin bony shoulder and whistled at Fred. “Are you guys, like, alright?” Shaggy and Scooby now eyed the two young women as they stood in the mouth of the Franklin ruins, but their cowardly eyes kept shooting nervous glances behind the pair into the dark maw of the masonry and splintered stone.

“Forget about them, what about my baby?!” Fred shot a thumb over his shoulder at the muddy Mystery Machine being unceremoniously towed behind an old farm tractor.

“So, did you guys, like, find anything?” Shaggy was already shaking at the idea of some terrible ghost lurking about in the ruins before him. At his side Scooby whined and tried to hide behind one of his skinny legs.

“Let me guess, danger prone Daphne fell down a hole and you spent the entire night trying to get her out of it, am I right?” Fred crossed his arms over his large chest and smiled.

“Actually, I fell asleep.” Daphne sneered back at Fred.

“What!? In that creepy place! I’ve heard of being cool under pressure but that is like, ice!” Shaggy bugged his eyes out at Daphne. “Say, why is your dress on, inside out?”

“I can hardly believe it myself, but there I was, half frozen with fear, and then, poof! I must have fell asleep, because the next thing I know, Velma was shaking me awake.” Daphne looked over at Velma. “You look… strange. Do you need to sit down?”

Velma stared at the near by broken off pillar of rook and winced. “No thank you, I prefer to stand, and may prefer to stand for several days to come.”

“So did you find anything.” Fred excitedly asked.

“Yeah, is there, like, you know, a g-g-ghost?” Shaggy was biting his nails. Even in the growing daylight he found the ruins too creepy to contemplate.

“Well, we did but we didn’t,” Daphne began and looked over at Velma. “There’s no ghost, but we did find a clue.”

“We found this!” Velma triumphantly flashed a large brass key from behind her back and held it aloft.

“Like, wow, what is it?” Shaggy scratched his chin in puzzlement.

“It’s a key silly,” Daphne admonished the rail thin teen.

“And upon it is etched, ‘Grandmoor Cemetery-13’. It’s obviously a key to mausoleum 13 in the old Grandmoor cemetery across the river.” Velma beamed at the frowning boys in front of her. “Don’t you see, when the crooks got wind of ‘OUR’ investigation into their current hideout, they beat a preemptory hasty retreat exit to a new hide out!”

“Say, wait a minute-” Fred began, but Velma cut him off.

“So, all Daphne and I have to do is visit the appropriate mausoleum tonight and catch the crooks red handed. Simple.” Velma grinned a smug smile at Fred.

“Now hold on,” Fred scowled. “We had a bet, and as it stands, Shaggy, Scooby, and me, are going into the Franklin ruins tonight to see if there is any sign of the much talked about Franklin knight ghost. Which you two couldn’t find last night! Nothing was said about any stupid key.”

“There isn’t any ghost, there never was any ghost, it was a small group of counterfeiters who moved their operations across the river into the Grandmoor Cemetery.” Velma wiggled the large key in front of Fred’s puzzled nose.

“Now listen, a bet is a bet, and-” Fred was cut off by Shaggy.

“Listen to her Fred! Counterfeiters, like, yeah man! That makes total sense!” Shaggy waved his arms franticly in the air.

“It dose?” Fred and Velma chimed.

“It certainly makes more sense than Scooby and I going into that creep fest tonight!” Shaggy pointed past the two girls into the cavernous ruins of the Franklin castle.

“Now hold on,” Fred began again.

“Double or nothing!” Velma blurted out.

“What!?” Fred and Daphne yelped in sync.

“You heard me, double or nothing. If Daphne and I don’t catch the counterfeiters tonight or uncover ample evidence of their shenanigans in the Grandmoor Cemetery, then we double our side of the bet. If we do find said evidence, then you guys are off the hook and don’t have to cover your side of the wager. Double or nothing.” Velma sneered at Fred who took a full ten seconds to blink.

“Are you completely off your rocker?” Daphne yelled as she grabbed Velma’s arm hard by the elbow.

Velma grabbed Daphne’s arm in turn and lead her quickly away from where Fred was in perplexed confusion. “Will you excuse my partner and myself for a second.”

As soon as they were out of ear shot Daphne continued her angry rant. “Are you insane?! Double or nothing?!”

Velma interrupted Daphne, “There is a ghost.”

“I mean why not let the boys spend a cold wet night alone in that dirty cellar for a change?” Daphne fumed.

“There is a ghost.” Velma whispered again.

“I mean, why are we doing this again? I don’t know about you but - Did you say there was a ghost?”

“Yes, I saw it when I discovered the key. If the boys spend a night with the Knight, then our gooses are cooked. Because we couldn’t solve the mystery of the ghost in our night and we can’t risk they do so in theirs.”

“There’s a ghost?” Daphne blinked. “But I -”

“Listen, the ghost isn’t real. Would a real ghost need a key to a burial vault in Grandmoor Cemetery? Obviously, it’s a flesh and blood imposter, masquerading as a ghost, and I’m willing to bet that this key he inadvertently dropped will lead us to the real story behind the smoke and mirrors of this mystery.” Velma didn’t dare confide in Daphne just how much flesh and blood the ghost had proved to be. It had given Velma a two hour power fuck that had nearly driven her mad with rapture, lust, and pain! Two hours of that things cock ramming merciless into her sore and swollen slit. The pounding had been so intense that it had ultimately knocked the locking pin out of the hasp of the stocks and once the fiend had finished its business and showered a load of hot nasty green slimy spunk on her red bruised ass and departed into the fog, Velma had slowly pulled herself together and managed to escape! In staggering about the stocks, as she tried to slap the feeling back into her sodimized lower half, she had stumbled over bits of the knight’s discarded armor and amongst the clanging clutter, the key its self! “You see we have no choice! If we let the boys spend tonight in Franklin castle, there is a very good chance they too will see the ghost, and an equally good chance they may discover who exactly the ghost is! Then we will have lost the bet outright. Our only chance is to take this key and go to the vault it unlocks and hope we will find an additional clue to solve the mystery while the boys are still stalled on the side lines. Alright?”

“Well, I guess it looks like we have no choice but this really stinks!” Daphne pouted.

“I know, but we will show those boys that girls are infinitely superior and that WE are the wining combination of the Mystery Inc. team! I mean look at them!” Velma nodded her chin over at the spectacle of Shaggy and Scooby fighting over what appeared to be a squashed rubbery sandwich that Shaggy had kept in hidden reserve against starvation of between meal between meal snacks. Behind them Fred was still absorbed in thought trying to fathom the ‘double or nothing’ bet. Both girls burst out laughing and sauntered confidently back to the boys.

“So is it a bet?” Velma smiled.

“Bet? I can’t figure out what you mean? Shaggy, Scooby, and I enter the old Franklin ruins at sunset. While you enter the Grandmoor Cemetery? -”

“No, you silly boy.” Daphne wiggled Fred’s chin in her fingers. “You and the gang just hang out at the malt shop all night again, while we girls have a look-see in that silly ole vault that Velma’s key opens. Hmmm?” Daphne teased and mussed up Fred’s hair while he blushed and stuttered. Behind them Shaggy and Scooby rolled on the ground the leathery old sandwich stretching between them.

“And tomorrow morning, we girls will have the crooks in hand and win the bet, which won’t cost you a thing!”

“Crooks? How did the bet go from a ghostly knight to crooks?” Fred muttered in confusion.

“It’s cute how hard he is trying, isn’t it?” Daphne cooed at Velma.

“Yeah, cute. So do we have a bet?” Velma had now eased up to Fred and was pressing her large breasts against him as Daphne did the same from the other side. Both girls fluttered their long eye lashes up at him as he flummoxed and mumbled incoherently.

Fred’s arms were now pinned to his sides by two sets of massive tits, and shaking his tomato red head he forced out an answer. “What bet? The old bet or a new bet?”

Velma fought down the thrill she was feeling stirring in her still puffy loins and giggled, “you big lug. It’s the same bet. With the same exact rules and rewards.”

“Except now you get twice as much if you win,” Daphne breathed into Fred’s ear.

“And lose nothing if you don’t” Velma added.

“What do I have to do!” Fred’s entire body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Nothing, just wait at the malt shop until morning.” Both girls laughed at Fred, despite their best efforts not to do so to his sweating face

“We have a bet then,” Velma moved away from Fred and headed to the Mystery Machine and Daphne followed her.

“Wait,” Fred called out. “Not my wheels! I just got it towed out of the ditch from the last time you drove it!”

“Don’t be silly,” Velma opened the drivers door and leaned in and grabbed her book bag. And flushed slightly as she realized she was giving Fred an up skirt panty flash worthy of any head cheer leader!

“Yeah, and besides it’s filthy!” Daphne added and the two girls giggled and slinked over to the old farm tractor where the young farm hand was sitting in the shaking metal seat fiddling with the clutch and gears. Within a minute the farm hand had unceremoniously dropped the Mystery Machine to a crunching bounce and unconnected his tractor form its now bent bumper and slide up to the old hay cart he had been towing before Fred had waved him down with a five dollar bill, and reconnected to the cart. Velma crawled unsteadily into the hay cart and Daphne slid up onto the lap of the teenage farm hand. With a lurch and bang, the tractor and cart bounced into a zigzagging racing flash of smoke and mud. Shaggy walked up to Fred who was waving at Velma who instantly disappeared into the hay as her legs sailed up into the air above her head leaving her helplessly stuck in the hay, as her exposed panties wiggled a hello-goodbye to everyone as her legs kicked ineffectually in the as she tried to regain her balance, as the tractor tore through a fence and went vibrating in loud bounces across a wet green field.

Shaggy waved at the vanishing vehicle and the giggling squeals of Daphne it left in its drunken wake. “You know, like, I never realized Daphne was so talented! She’s steering that tractor with her feet!”

MIS-ADVENTURE TWO; THE GOOSING GHOUL

Velma and Daphne staggered up the dirt road, exhausted and panting, and collapsed in front of the dilapidated rusted iron gates of the Grandmoor Cemetery.

“Well, we finally made it!” Velma moaned.

“You do think that boy will be alright?” Daphne chewed at her thumb nail in consternation.

“Well, once he comes to, I’m sure he will be able to walk, eventually. I mean, I’ve heard of grinding gears before but -” Both girls laughed and Daphne frowned.

“I hope he finds his tractor alright.” Daphne adjusted her hair braid band.

“How can he miss it! He only has to follow the over whelming path of destruction until it reaches the bank of the river, and then start swimming.” Velma sat up and grimaced and rubbed her lower back. “Did you have to hit every wash board and pot hole you could find?”

“Yes. And if you were sitting where I was, you would have too.” Daphne nodded seriously.

“But twice?” Velma puckered her lips and got to her feet. Daphne reluctantly joined her and they both began to survey their immediate environment. “The sun is already setting and even though there isn’t a cloud in the sky we are already soaked through, yet again! Thanks to your driving skills!”

“I’m sorry, but he had such a big stick and it was hard to shift.” Daphne whined.

“Uh, yeah. Anyway, at least we have my book bag this time. So we each have a flash light. Now let’s see if we can get in through the front gate?” Velma moved up to the large spiked gate as twilight thickened around them into a raspy buzz of night sounds.

“It’s locked and won’t budge!” Daphne moaned.

The two soaking wet girls eyed the twelve foot wall of brick topped in iron spikes and shuffled in place. “Let’s see if we can find another gate or a breach in the wall or something before we try and tackle that wall outright. They made these old Cemeteries to keep out grave robbers and even abandoned they are built to last.” Velma adjusted her glasses under her dripping page boy bob cut and sniffled.

The way in, turned out to be an old twisted oak whose thick ancient boughs over hanged the brick fence allowed the girls to shimmied and then cautiously lower themselves down to the ground . The entry wasn’t without some moments of adventure, as Daphne nearly slipped twice almost plunging both of them out of the towering tree and the rather undignified belly crawl along the limb to traverse the wall, some how managed to rip Daphne’s dress at the shoulder and Velma’s skirt at the waist. As usual it was Velma’s tear that produced the most apparent problem. Despite Daphne’s caterwauling over her dress being ruined by the livable three inch tare at the shoulder. It did nothing inconvenient but reveal some of Daphne’s abundant cleavage and the shoulder strap and upper cup of her purple lace bra. On the other hand, Velma noticed instantly with an eye roll of disgust that her tare of her skirt basically set the seam unraveling. And sure enough, by the time they had managed to find the ground again, now inside the grounds of the darkening cemetery, the seam had so frayed that the taught skirt was little more than an open ended band of cloth which exposed in a wide ‘v’ either her panties crotch or her entire side of her naked hip or her entire firm round ass, depending on how she slid the gap around her waist. In the end, she decided a side view of her hip exposed from high cut panty to her stocking top was the least undignified option.

Velma fished out their flash lights and each girl wet and shaking slightly from the early evening chill thumbed her light on and panned it around the stone maze of head stones, unkempt trees, and buckled paths. Shrubs hugged the winding paving stones of the paths, a fallen tree here or there, sink holes and exposed roots mangled the once sterile design of the geometry of the place. The two girls carefully picked their way through the maze of the grave yard. It had been built into several rolling hills and after its abandonment almost a quarter of a century ago, it now remained in the thickening air as much a third party imagining of jungle covered lost stone cities of some distant land, as an old plague cemetery from long ago.

The young teens helped each other make their way up a stone stair set into a promenading hillside, each riser sloping this way and that, soft pitted edges sunk into the heavy wet loam. They teetered amongst the thick creepers and hairy vines and cursed at the snares of roots half hidden in drifts of leaves.

At the wooded summit, they were stunned to see the warm yellow light of a lantern spilling out of a lone shamble of a shack just nestled in the cradle between the hill they had just climbed and the slightly lower rise immediately bellow them. After some hesitation and reassuring talk, they headed toward the mellow weak light as stealthy as possible. In Daphne’s case this meant tripping no less than four times and managing to do so the last time just a yard from the crumpled door of the shack with a loud involuntary whelp! The door to the hovel flung open and there in its blinding maw of light was a lean middle aged scarecrow of a man. He glared at the odd sight before him, squinted, and then his craggy worn face softened as he realized he was not facing some kind of threat.

“What in tarnation are you young’ans doing out here at this hour?”

“Well, sir, you see we are looking for crypt vault number 13.” Velma was having a hard time concentrating on her conversation. When Daphne had fallen she had instinctively grabbed at Velma and there had been a loud sound of tarring fabric as both girls had stumbled to the damp dewy tall grass. Both girls now slowly tried to get to their feet while desperately trying to locate the substantial sounding new rip and see which of them now processed it and where! Velma slowly rose to her feet as her hands moved rapidly over her clothing to ascertain if the new tare was in her wardrobe. It apparently wasn’t and she stood up confidently and approached the slightly bemused man. “We weren’t expecting to find anyone here. Perhaps you can help us. Do you know where the vault number thirteen is located?” Velma adjusted her glasses and noted that Daphne remained half cowed behind her. Glancing at Daphne, Velma noticed she was holding the tare gap at her shoulder together and was looking apprehensively over at the tall stranger frowning in the door. ‘Poor thing,’ Velma fought back a smile. ‘She must have torn her dress top to where those great big boobs of hers are just spilling out!’ Velma smirked at the thought, despite herself. And in a moment of true unbridled wickedness she stepped forward into the light of the man’s up raised lantern forcing Daphne to follow her forward in order to keep using her as a shield to hide from the man’s sight or else remain and be suddenly exposed where she was. Daphne quickly shimmied up behind Velma and Velma noted with some stored up innocent vengeance that the man’s eyes twinkled and lit up as Daphne clutched at her top behind Velma’s lower back. All her life, Velma was always the one some how getting publicly humiliated while Daphne remained the spoiled immaculate princess. Velma couldn’t help but relish in the reversal of rare fortune and fought unsuccessfully against the smile playing about her lips.

“Well, my name is Ezra Croaks. And I makes my living trapping and minding my own business. I took over the abandoned care takers shack last winter as no one ever bothers me here, until now.” He eyed the two girls up and down and rubbed his gristle jaw, “but you seem alright to me. I know what you’re looking for. Ain’t hard to guess at it, just by the looks of you. That thirteen crypt is just along that left path, largest marble building still standing. Can’t miss it. But I’ll tell ya, you had best forget it and get yourselves gone.”

“Why is that, sir?” Velma put her hand on her hip and struck what she hoped was a defiant stance. It seemed to work for the confidence seemed to seep out of the man in a rush and with a shaky hand he wiped at his mouth and spoke in a thin reedy voice.

“Because its haunted by a Ghoul. Same ghastly fellow who has been tarring up all these graves. I seen him the last three nights over there by that self same crypt. Now, I was a monk once, before I was defrocked. But I have mend my ways. So. I’ll ask you to leave me alone, for there is nothing I can do for you, nor you to me. But I say again, stay away from this place and leave it be!” And with that the man spun in place and crashed his rickety door behind him with a thud!

“What a bizarre little fellow.” Velma clicked her tongue, and then burst into a smile. “I guess the sight of your breasts spilling out was too much for him?!” And Velma burst out laughing.

“Uh, maybe. Here you go.” And Daphne handed something to Velma.

“What’s this?” Velma took the piece of cloth with growing dread.

“It’s what’s left of your underwear, I sort of ripped them off when we fell.” Daphne cringed for a second and then whistled as she walked toward the path leading to the crypt.

“O-My-Gwad.” Velma looked at the shredded panties Daphne had been clutching to her chest and then slowly looked down. Sure enough, in the tumble the ‘v’ shaped gap had been wrenched around to the front of her body and there she was in a wide straddle stance with her untrimmed pussy on blatant display. Velma bit her lower lip and tugging on her skirt tried to force the rent back to the side of her hip as she forced her legs to un-wield from the ground and move stiffly and strove to shove her fragments of cotton undies into her book bag.

The large mausoleum was indeed impossible to miss. After winding through some trees the path spilled out into a shallow meadow of slanted tombstones and the hulking shape of the forbidding structure. Even in its cloak of inky darkness and web of weeds, one could tell it had once been a proud impressive structure of considerable wealth to fabricate. The tantalizing team of two made their way into the mouth of the descending steps and found the heavy metal door and its singular lock set boldly into the center of its surface. It took some nervous attempts as both teens became increasingly jumpy at each creeping sound unraveling around them. Suddenly the lock clicked and a few frantic tugs latter had the door wedged open just wide enough for each of the hour glass shaped detectives to slip through the crack and wiggle into the small hall way beyond. Here a second door of raised relief grills barred their way, but the same key unlocked it as well. And the odd pattern of marble flooring landing gave way almost immediately to another descending stair case. But this one was open and descended into a room of incredible size and open space.

The flash lights were certainly doing a much better job at illuminating their surroundings than the candles had and the would be sleuths tip toed hand in hand across the large expanse noting the walls lined with niches and coffins as well as several raised marble caskets set into the center of the floor.

“We don’t split up this time,” Velma whispered to Daphne who nodded vigorously in ascent. Though the room was large, one could readily see its walls and floors and ceiling from the center of the room with only some slight squinting. There did not seem to be any door ways leading into another room, nor another descending stair case, nor half hidden niche. As such it became increasingly apparent that there was no one else in the room, and no signs of anyone having been in the room any time recently. Velma frowned and for the first time began to have a gnawing doubt that they wouldn’t be able to solve this mystery after all and lose the much dreaded bet!

“What are we looking for,” Daphne whined. And Velma cringed at the realization that it would soon dawn on Daphne that this whole thing might have been a dead end. But, no. There was the key. And the weirdo back at the shack had said he had seen some kind of ghoul in the area. Velma naturally found this rather convenient that the only guy they had seen so far at two possible places of criminal activity was spouting off tales of super natural creatures. Velma would indeed be surprised if at the time of unmasking their knight and ghoul if it wasn’t Mr. Croaks hiding within the iron and latex! But where were the clues? Back at the shack? But why have a key if you were the knight, to a crypt that seemed so unused? Velma had to pause and think, and that would difficult with Daphne once more absently and distractedly rubbing Velma’s arm in nervous agitated energy. When Daphne’s free hand slipped down to Velma’s naked buttock and began kneading it vigorously, Velma had no choice but throatily suggest they split up once again and search the large room for clues. Velma waved Daphne away and paused for a second to try and make the lingering warm wet throbbing in her pussy subside. Luckily both girls had been recently soaked through and Velma felt confident that the squishing sound of her pussy, so audible to her nervous ears, that every squeezing rub of her full round butt cheek by Daphne’s ever nervous hand had seemed to erupt forth, had been set aside as the rustle of the wet garments they still wore in her companions mind. Velma failed to notice Daphne absently sniffing at her fingers as she wandered amongst the cobwebs and cracked masonry.

The redirecting of the river in response to flooding control of the city on the other side of the river’s flood plains had resulted in redirected re-occurring flooding of the low lands surrounding the cemetery and its further use had become increasingly impractical. It had been abandoned in favor of a new grave yard on the side of the river where the city had gone on to thrive and survive. It did not surprise Velma that the dates on the slabs of marble around her never seemed to make it past the later 1800’s.

Velma peered at one of the marble repositories dotting the floor of the room. There was definite signs of gouges and scratch marks along one side of the heavy marble lid. Velma pushed at the lid and was astonished to find it slid back easily. Some one had emptied the contents of the limestone marble faced vault and set a small frame work of steel with metal rollers within that allowed the top to slide readily to one side with little effort, revealing a small squat printing press and other tools of the counterfeiters trade! That was it! They had found the hidden equipment, just like Velma had predicted! Velma was elated and jumped with delight, she leaned back up from the contents of the marble container and shouted out to Daphne. But Velma couldn’t see Daphne’s flash light beam anywhere. Instead a steady thick mist was rising up from several of the bases of the scattered sepulcher upon the lowered sunken floor and from a number of the niches in the wall. ‘Uh oh, not again!’ Velma backed way from the rapidly rising fog and called out for Daphne, but there was no response. The thick envelope of sweet smelling smoke quickly encased her and Velma was relieved that she didn’t smell any of the taint of knock out gas in the tendrils wrapping about her body.

Velma backed her way through the now blinding fog, her flash light little more than a white glow in the thick mist. Just then Velma felt something squeeze her exposed ass cheek! She spun her light around but could see nothing in the white wall of vapor. Instantly it was back again, but this time it was a ‘pinch’ on her butt cheek! Velma spun around again lashing out with her flash light as a makeshift club, but it connected with nothing. Again, another pinch on her hinny! And another! And another! And another! Velma thrashed around blindly in the fog kicking at the swirling air, and received three hard slaps to her ass for her trouble!

The groping and pinching and spankings went on and on as Velma tried unsuccessfully to escape her invisible assailant and the room its self. No matter how hard she tried to see her ghostly attacker, all she could manage was a few brief shadowy glimpses of a hideously purple ghoulish face! Eventually, panting, tired, worn and with her ass red and painfully sore, Velma found the stairs to the vault and ascended them to the inner door and made her way through it. The fog here was thin and Velma paused to catch her breath and tenderly rub her bruised back side. The tattered remnants of her skirt had been ripped off of her during her ordeal and now she found herself bent over with her hands on her thighs gasping with her naked sex exposed for all the world to see. Not that she gave a damn at the moment, nor did their appear to be anyone about to take a gander at her revealed goods. Velma panted and wondered what to do? She was obviously safe from those naughty fingers up here out of the cover of the fog that seeped at the entrance to the descending stair, but what about Daphne? What was occurring to that poor girl even now?! Should she dare to return back down into that soup with its grasping hands? Velma pondered her dilemma and bit at her finger nails.

Just then Daphne entered the room from the opposite door, squeezing through the narrow opening and calling out to Velma. “There you are! I found a secret passage through one of the niches and crawled along it until I found myself outside. And look what else I found!” Daphne waved a leather bound portfolio in front of Velma’s delighted eyes. “It was wedged in the niche with the crawl space leading outside!”

Velma smiled broadly, “it looks like we both found clues this time.”

“Say, where is the rest of your dress?” Daphne frowned at the naked lower half of her companion.

“Never mind that, let’s see what you discovered!” And Velma and Daphne pointed both their flash lights upon the ledger and began to pour over it. “It would appear to be a complete record of all the counterfeit bills they made, but its hard to say as its in some kind of cipher?” Velma sucked at her lower lip in thought, it was hard to think when your ass was throbbing and swollen! “This is odd,” Velma pulled a pamphlet out of the binder. “It seems to be some kind of flyer for the new exhibit of Lost Civilizations at the Whitless Museum.” Velma adjusted her glasses on her small nose, “there appears to be some writing scrawled in pencil, it’s very faint, but I think we have our next destination!”

“What?!” Daphne moaned. “Aren’t we done yet?”

“Almost, but not quiet. We have found the base operations of the counterfeiters but not the hoodlums themselves. What’s more, I couldn’t find the actual printing plates with the press. Without them we really don’t have solid proof. Just suspicions. We have to go to this gallery exhibit and search for more clues!”

“Oh, but I’m pooped! Don’t we have enough evidence to win the bet yet?” Daphne put her hand on her hip and slouched to one side.

“Trust me, just one more stop tonight and we will have this caper all wrapped up.”

“Tonight!?”

“Tonight!” Velma grabbed Daphne’s arm and lead the reluctant red head up and out of the crypt.

MIS-ADVENTURE THREE; THE MONKEY’S COCK

“Are you sure about this?” Fred leaned out of the driver’s side window of the Mystery Machine and raised an eye brow at Velma and Daphne. The girls had managed to reach a pay phone after a two hour walk and contacted the rest of the gang at the malt shop. Obediently, Fred, Shaggy, and Scooby had whisked over and picked up the two girls and had dropped them off in the alley way behind the Whitless Museum. Shaggy and Scooby had then disappeared on a pizza run.

“Absolutely,” Velma purred. She surveyed the back door and windows of the museum as she stood in the dimly lit alleyway. Beside her Daphne showed signs of obvious doubt.

“Isn’t this illegal?” Daphne chewed at a her thumb nail and shook her head.

“Not if we catch the crooks, right? We will be heroes!” Velma smiled confidently.

“No way, I want out of this bet.” Daphne shook her head. “We have already found those clues, surly that’s enough to show that we have what it takes to be great detectives.”

“Daphne’s right, Velma. This is going too far. Let’s call the whole thing off, okay?” Fred waved a hand at the dark ominous building towering over the alleyway.

“Daphne can drop out if she wants, but I am going to see this thing all the way through and prove once and for all that women are the superior sex!” Velma humped.

“Well, I do want out of this silly bet, but I will still go along with Velma and help her if I can.” Daphne gave an uncertain look at the dark windows above them.

“Then it’s agreed, Daphne has already proven herself and she will tag along and assist me in my efforts as well!” Velma nodded and smiled broadly.

“We will wait here, then. Call us if you need any help!” Fred shouted after the two girls as they climbed up onto the roof of the Mystery Machine in order to reach the bottom rung of the fire escape.

“Thanks, but no thanks! Just wait here for us to return in triumph!” Velma shouted down from the iron ladder. Fred stared intently and smiled. Velma had barrowed Daphne’s green scarf to replace her missing skirt and the little flimsy article of clothing did little to hide Velma’s choice attributes from Fred’s current angle of view!

It was easy to reach the half open window three stories up that the two girls had spotted from the alleyway earlier and not too much of a struggle to wrench the sash up enough to allow both girls to squeeze into the room. It was a dark office with little to note, a desk, chair, and piles of card board boxes and clutter. The two quickly left the room through its simple door and began to wind through the maze of the upper office hallways trying to discover the stairs or elevator leading down to the show room galleries below. It was Daphne who found the stairs and they each breathed a sigh of relief when they found the double metal doors at the base of the stair case were designed to open from their side without a key. Into the galleries they wandered, their flashlights picking along the frightening images of shadowy relics and ancient artifacts. The wing they wanted turned out to be on the second floor in the corner of the building and with the pamphlet’s help they found it with little difficulty.

It was a small room and off the main path of the much larger more prestigious exhibits, and the item they were looking for was even more shoved to the side and hidden on top of that. There in the corner of the congested little room down on the bottom shelf of a glass curio display case was the statue that was marked and noted in pencil on the pamphlet that Velma clutched in her hand.

“There it is,” Velma paused as her flashlight beam hovered on the item in question throwing weird angle shadows off of it and casting dancing reflecting glints off of the portioning glass. “The monkey’s cock!” Velma felt a cold shudder pass through her as she stared at the thing.

“What a disgustingly odd little thing.” Daphne turned up her nose at it.

“Here help me get it out of the case,” Velma set her flash light down and began to work at the sliding partition of glass making up the front panel of the viewing case. Daphne moved in close beside her and assisted as best she could.

The statue was surprisingly heavy and the two young teens struggled to lift it off its shelf and place it firmly upon the tiled floor with a resounding clunk. It was a roughly four foot statue of a seated monkey, covered in monkey fur, with a two and a half foot erect phallus jutting up out of its lap.

“I’m not sure this is a carved work, it almost seems the result of some strange taxidermy. And yet it must be ancient.” Velma peered closely at the monkey statue that now took up the space between her and Daphne. “Here see if you can make out the faint pencil markings on the brochure, my eyes are getting tired and my glasses need a good cleaning.” Velma handed the pamphlet to Daphne.

“Well… according to this, it says you have to ‘work the monkey’s cock, to reveal your hart’s desires.’ I guess that means you have to stroke it until something happens?”

Velma gulped and attentively reached for the enormous furry cock standing at attention before her. There was a distant sound of a clock chiming, it would be morning soon! It was getting late! Velma throttled the cock and squeezed it decisively and then began to stroke it with an awkward rhythm of telltale inexperienced hands.

Daphne giggled, “it says here you have to use your mouth or it won’t work properly.” Velma shot a look of disbelief at Daphne and then scowled. “Do you want me to do it for you?” Daphne offered innocently.

“No, you wanted out of this remember? Just hold the light steady.” Velma snarled. Velma lowered her face down to the head of the things cock and stretched her lips as wide as they would go. Within seconds she was pumping her head up and down on the hairy rod with gusto! Suddenly Velma sputtered and coughed, pulling her head up violently. “That thing just came in my mouth!” She shouted wide eyed as she gulped at the sticky white ooze dribbling down her alarmed chin.

“Oh, look!” Daphne ignored Velma’s alarm and reached down and pulled out a hidden drawer that was secreted into the base upon which the statue sat. “This drawer just popped out!”

“Let me see!” Velma scampered over and peered into the drawer, “the plates! The twenty dollar counterfeit plates! We found them!”

“Don’t you think its really odd that they would keep them here?!” Daphne looked around her, “I mean it’s not exactly convenient is it? The press in a crypt across the river and the plates here in a statue in a museum? Kind of weird.”

“You don’t understand the criminal mind, Daphne! It is twisted beyond rational!” Velma hefted the bulky unwieldy plates into her book bag, “besides, all that maters is that we found them and are that much closer to catching the crooks!”

“So now what do we do?”

“First we return to the street and the Mystery Machine, then we head back to the Franklin ruins!” Velma zipped the bag shut and scrambled to her knees.

“What on earth for?” Daphne wailed in exasperation.

“This,” and Velma held up a scrap of paper in which the plates had been carefully wrapped. “This a hand drawn map of the lower ruins and it shows several hidden rooms!”

Outside in the alley way the girls approached the Mystery Machine but found it empty. “I wonder where Fred went?” Daphne mused.

“Say, look at this.” Velma had thrown open the rear door of the van to toss her heavy book bag into the back and stopped as she found a strange duffle bag shoved over to one side half hidden behind a pile of empty pizza boxes. Velma opened up the bag and pulled out a knight’s helmet, “what the heck!” Examining it closely Velma found a blonde hair inside the helmet. Next she pulled out a purple latex pull over mask of a hideous face.

“How ghoulish!” Daphne cringed at the sight of the ugly mask.

Velma’s eyes widened with sudden realization. She turned it inside out and sniffed it. “It smells like peanut butter and marshmallow and anchovies! There can be only one conclusion! It was Fred who was dressed up as the ghostly knight in the Franklin castle ruins and Shaggy dressed up as the ghoul in crypt thirteen!”

“You can’t be serious, why?!” Daphne threw up her hands.

“It’s obvious, they did all of this to try and win the bet! They were all in on this!” Velma fumed.

“All of them? Even Scooby? I find that very hard to believe.” Daphne slouched to one side and tried to ponder what Velma was suggesting.

“Of course! Scooby was dressed up in that ridiculous monkey costume! I thought that cock tasted familiar!” Velma shouted.

“Err, yeah. “ Daphne raised one eye brow and shook her head. “But it just seems so incredulous, to think that the boys would stoop so low just to win a bet.”

“Trust me, men are nothing but scum!” Velma interrupted herself as she saw Fred approaching them from in front of the van. She tossed the duffle bag violently aside and stormed off to meet him.

“There you two are! I was beginning to worry!” Fred beamed a broad smile at Velma.

“Stow it! I know what you have been up to! And I have caught you all red handed!” Velma raced up to Fred waving a finger in his face.

“What the - Look Velma you have been acting awful strange lately, perhaps it’s a combination of a lack of sleep and the stress from that stupid bet, but -” Fred tried to look reassuring despite his bent backwards posture as Velma leaned menacingly into his chest and face.

“Don’t give me that, Fred! I have not only solved this case, but I have also discovered your childish attempts to thwart my investigation! And I have the proof! First you tried to stop me at Franklin castle by dressing up in that ridiculous ghostly knight get up, but it didn’t fool me, nor stop me from finding the key! Then Shaggy tried to throw me off the trail in that ghoul costume, but I found the printing press and the pamphlet leading me here. Where I found the counterfeit plates, and the incriminating proof of your stupid unworthy failures to thwart my ambitions!” Velma was sputtering in rage.

“Now hold on a minute! I don’t know what you are talking about! First off, Shaggy, Scooby, and I spent the entire night last night in the malt shop in front of dozens of eye witnesses, and never left once until the sun came up and only then to go meet you at the Franklin ruins as we had previously arranged. In fact, Sheriff Lewis gave us a ride when he drove past us on the outskirts of town. Second, we were again at the malt shop while you and Daphne were gallivanting around the country side on a tractor and a hay rack. In fact, Shaggy is the one who answered the phone at the malt shop when you called us to come and pick you up and bring you here! Now look, I do admit we have been sneaking around of late and not quiet living up to the initial bargain of the bet, but when you and Daphne came back and told us all about printing presses in tombs and counterfeiters, well, I called Sheriff Lewis. I sent Shaggy and Scooby to the Franklin ruins while you and Daphne got ready to enter the Museum, and boy did it cost me in Scooby snacks! But I just got off the pay phone with Shaggy and he said that they didn’t find a thing in the ruins. And when I called back Sheriff Lewis he said he didn’t find any printing press in the crypt.”

“What about the counterfeiters ledger?” Daphne whined.

“I took that to Professor Hensley at the college and it turns out that old book isn’t in code, it’s in Latin and it is a record of all the burials made in the entire graveyard, not a record about counterfeiting.” Fred shrugged.

“That’s lovely, but how do you explain this!” Velma shoved past Daphne and stomped back to the rear doors of the Mystery Machine and yanked out the duffle bag and over turned it onto the ground.

“Hey! Be careful, that’s my foot ball uniform and I just washed it!” Fred leapt forward and began shoving the scattered uniform and helmet and pads back into the bag.

Velma blinked in disbelief, “but I saw it! And - well, there’s still the printing plates!” Velma yanked out her book bag and removed two heavy bricks! “What! But! I mean, Daphne you saw everything too! Tell him!” Velma dug around in her bag frantically for a moment before giving up.

“Well, gosh. Actually, I never saw any printing plates. I only saw a drawer open up. And I never saw anything at the Franklin ruins or at the cemetery crypt. I’m sorry Velma, but maybe Fred’s right, and the lack of sleep and the whole strain and pressure of the bet has, well, sort of unnerved you. I think you need a good night sleep.” Daphne shrugged.

“What about the key and the pamphlet?” Velma stuttered.

“True you did find a key, but crypt thirteen just so happens to be where the surviving members of the Franklin family buried their departed after the castle was abandoned over a hundred years ago. I looked it up at the college while the professor deciphered the leather bound ledger. So finding a key to the crypt in the ruins isn’t that much of a stretch.” Fred rubbed his chin. “I think this whole bet thing was just a really bad idea, lets just forget the whole thing. And besides, there’s an article in today’s news paper about a ghostly school of tuna devouring yachts! Now that just screams Mystery Inc! Eh? What do you say girls? Shall we join back together as a team again?”

Velma let her head drop in shame, “Oh alright. But a bet is a bet and I will go through with it, before we start in on this new mystery.”

“Nonsense,” Fred smiled. “let’s just forget the whole stupid thing! And go pick up Shaggy and Scooby.”

Velma’s chagrin gave way to a scowl, “Nonsense! There is nothing nonsensical about women being superior to men! And I can assure you, I would never have let any of you men off the hook had you lost the bet!”

“Well, if that’s how you feel about it!” Fred frowned and reached into his pants pockets and pulled out a tiny bit of cloth. “This is the bikini you will be wearing first thing tomorrow morning when you wash the Mystery Machine in the malt shop parking lot! This and nothing else! A bet is a bet, and you will now be Shaggy, Scooby, and my obedient slave for the next week!”

“Wasn’t it double or nothing?” Daphne pondered out loud.

“That’s right! Make that the next TWO weeks!” Fred nodded savagely.

“Alright,” Velma whispered meekly as she slowly took the micro bikini from Fred’s shaking fist.

“What was that, slave?” Fred sneered.

“I mean, yes master.” Velma shook as she looked at the small bit of fabric clutched in her hands.

“Okay then, now let’s go pick up the rest of the gang. I do believe Shaggy and Scooby have been making a list of things for you to do.” Fred moved around to the drivers side of the van and Velma sniffed and crawled into the back of the van.

Pausing for a moment in the dark alleyway Daphne covered her mouth and giggled. She shifted her purse on her shoulder against the tug of the heavy plates within and shot a glance over at the dumpster where the recently tossed knight’s helmet and ghoul mask glittered in the shadows. “That was fun,” Daphne whispered, “I really enjoyed fucking her tight twat with that modified green strap on and pinching that snotty little ass of hers, but I’ll have to find out where that hunky little farm hand moved my printing press to, as baby needs a new pair of shoes, and good taste isn’t cheap!” Realizing that Daphne had successfully insured her little money making venture would now never be investigated any further by Mystery Inc, or the police the hot little red head let out another giggle and wiggled over to the passenger side of the van as Fred impatiently tooted his horn.

“Come on Daphne! The rest of the gang is waiting for us. Let’s get a move on, we’ve already wasted enough time as it is!”

“I’m coming Fred.” Daphne opened the door to the van and crawled inside, leaning up to Fred and whispering into his ear, “You know, wouldn’t it be fun if we made Velma put on that little number I picked out the other day when I talked you boys into this little bet?”

Fred’s face went purple and sweat started to bead up on his forehead as his whole body began to shake, “You have it with you?”

“It’s in an envelope in the glove compartment.” Daphne smiled.

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!!!!!” Fred began bouncing excitedly in the seat and keyed the ignition, racing the engine as the van lurched forward into the night.