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Here I am, wearing **Tom's** body, while **I, Scrappy-Doo**, hide comfortably inside a backpack. **Fred**'s presentation is in a public bookstore, and the place is full of people. The bustle around me makes me smile. Most of the people here have no idea why they've come, they don't even know if they're here for the book or just to see **Fred**. You know, **Fred Jones**, the handsome one of the group. That was always part of his charm.

What really excites me is how things have changed for **Mystery Inc.** in the last few years. Although they are still solving mysteries, they have also begun to explore other facets of their lives. **Vilma** has become a teacher, something that makes sense with all that brain she has always had. **Daphne** has dedicated herself to martial arts, always perfecting her skills. **Shaggy and Scooby**... well, they're just doing what they do best: **eating**. And Fred... Fred decided to **write books**.

I found out that the book you are presenting today talks about the ten most amazing mysteries you have solved. I laughed when I learned that this particular one focused on those cases where the magic **was real**. Real? Ha, they would finally give me the recognition I deserve.

I took advantage of the moment and picked up one of the books. I flipped through it quickly and saw how the mysteries were arranged from **least** to **most importance**. My pride exploded when I found **my own case in the first place**. **Finally**, they recognize my work. **I, Scrappy-Doo, am the greatest of them all**. After so many years of belittling, they have finally admitted it! He was proud, of course. My plan was working perfectly.

As I watched from my backpack, I heard the presenter mention Fred's name, and my heart immediately skipped a beat. My excitement skyrocketed. **This would be the perfect time**. Fred would be **the first one from Mystery Inc.** he would catch. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as I thought about what it would be like to face him face to face.

"This is going to be fabulous," I murmured to myself. Fred Jones, you will finally fall.

The stage was ready, the bookstore was full, and Fred was about to take the stage. First on my list, and I won't stop until I have them all.

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