I only looked up at the two after it got quiet, I could only shake my head at the two. "I love you idiots." I mumble grinning from ear to ear. I took Shaggy's hand in mine, looking at how perfect my hand fits in his.
"Somewhere between my gullible h...
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*💚Julia's POV💚*
"Why is it so noisy outside?" I asked no one in particular as the commotion beyond the factory walls grew into a roar. Suddenly, the Mystery Machine came crashing through a bay door, scaring me half to death.
Pamela, the owner of the toy factory, climbed out of the driver's seat. Behind her, a flood of police, reporters, and fans rushed through the doors. I was shocked at how quickly the vast space filled with people. Fred immediately produced a sharpie and began signing autographs.
Pamela pulled Fred into an unexpected hug. "Thank you so much for saving the factory," she said with a grateful smile.
Fred, being Fred, basked in the attention. He was a natural people-pleaser, but it had gotten to the point where he received all the credit. We all worked together. Even with our mess-ups, we always solved the mystery in the end.
"It's my job!" Fred announced, loving the attention from the attractive owner.
"Pam, any comments?" a reporter shouted. "This victory is for any celebrity who wants to make a quality,ecologically friendly action figure," she declared, staring intently into the camera.
I couldn't help but roll my green eyes at the non-sequitur. I glanced at Shaggy, who was standing next to me. "What does unmasking a fake ghost have to do with action figures?" I asked him sarcastically. His only response was a big, goofy grin. On the other side of Shaggy, Velma was trying—and failing—to suppress a laugh.
"Fred, what's the secret of your success?" another reporter called out.
Fred turned to the camera, striking a pose as if he were about to scold a misbehaving child. "Teamwork. I do a tremendous amount of teamwork, and I always have a plan. Come on," he said, leading the crowd over to the captured ghost.
"Yeah, my plan," Velma mumbled unhappily. I gave her arm a sympathetic squeeze. She offered me a weak smile of appreciation in return. Velma always put immense thought and effort into her strategies; it couldn't be easy to see Fred take the credit every time.
"I knew from the start there never was a phantom," Fred stated proudly, standing next to the ghost held by the police. "The Luna Ghost is, in fact..."
Our distinguished leader dramatically tore off the mask, revealing...
"Old Man Smithers!" we all said in sync.
"The creepy janitor?" Pamela asked, a look of disgust crossing her face.
"Smithers wanted revenge after you gave him a hard rejection," I spoke up, stealing Fred's thunder.
"How could you, Pamela?" Smithers pleaded, his voice cracking. The factory owner squirmed in discomfort. "I am a lover boy of George Clooneyan proportions!" Nobody paid him any attention; all eyes were back on Fred.
