Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated (INC.): Mystery Sink

Chapter 1

Underwater Basin...

Guard 1: Here we are, your new home, for the time being.

Shaggy: Like, can't we talk this over, man to man-napper?

Guard 2: Talk all you want, scruffy. You ain't getting' outta this.

Shaggy: I told you, it's Shaggy, Shag-gy. Not hard.

Guard 1: Whatever, kid. You,ll be lucky if you even have a name by the end of this.

Shaggy: Zoinks! Like, say something, Fred!

Fred: Look, I don't know who you guys are, or who it is you work for, and frankly, I doubt it matters. But if you know what's good for you, you'll let us go right now!

Shaggy: Like, yeah!

Guard 2: Ha! That the best you could come up with?

Fred: Don't underestimate me. Beneath this shell made for trap-making lies a guy who briefly studied jujitsu. Not to mention that Shaggy's the best gymnast I know.

Shaggy: You better believe it. Like, I even managed to win 'best gymnast' in all the schools I've been to, even some that weren't my own.

Guard 2: Oooooo... I'm shaking...

Guard 1: Just quit your whining! Hopefully your cellmates will influence you enough to make you model prisoners.

Fred: Cellmates?!

Shaggy: You mean there are more of us?!

Guard 1: Behind every door in this corridor.

Fred & Shaggy: ...!!!!!

Guard 2: Not that you'll get to see them!

The cell door is then opened.

Guard 1: Now, in you get.

The guards throw both Fred and Shaggy into a holding cell.

Guard 2: Be seeing you.

Fred jumps to his feet, lunging for the door soon after. Unfortunately, he reaches it just as it is closed and locked rather hastily. He bombards the door with his fist.

Fred: Let us out of here! I'll have you know I've studied getting out of traps as much as I've studied making them.

Shaggy: You mean the traps that usually hurt us more than they hurt the monsters?

Fred: Not now, Shag. Open this door! You'll be sorry when my fake dad finds out about this. He's both the ex-mayor and the freak of Crystal Cove!

Shaggy: Both sound equally scary.

Shaggy finally stands. He joins Fred at the door, placing his hands on it.

Shaggy: Man! This wall's like quadruple the height of Scooby on my shoulders, and it's made from the same stuff Danger Dog's made of!

Fred: Are you sure?!

Shaggy: Trust me, Fred. I know Danger Dog just as well as I know Blue Falcon.

Shaggy's stomach rumbles.

Shaggy: And maybe even my own stomach.

Fred: Well, that says a lot.

Shaggy: Man, what I wouldn't give for a grilled, cheese, steacon (steak and bacon), smothered in mustard and about a hundred pickles, and on the side, a hot dog with water.

Hot Dog: Shaggy?

Shaggy: Like, zoinks!

They both turn to see a silhouette hidden in a dark corner of the cell.