Call From Mother

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"Someone remind me again why Fred dragged us to a camping store?" asked Catman watching his friend as Fred ran around the shop like a kid in a candy store. "Oh, something about bringing us to his childhood camping spot." sighed Cleo leaning on the stroller while Scooby made faces to make the babies laugh. Lotus let out a high pitched squeal as she began laughing and kicked her little feet. "So, I take it you haven't introduced the rest of your family to the little guys, Cleo?" asked Starchild. "Oh no, Rath's already met them but Mother still has yet to see them. I afraid Demon and I just haven't found time to bring them to Egypt." said Cleo. "So, how'd Rath take meeting the little guys?" asked Daphne as Fred ran past to look at the stuff hanging on the wall. "Does screaming at Cleo asking if she's lost her mind having five kids answer your question?" asked Demon picking up Lapis who was starting to fuss. "Yes, yes it does." said Starchild. "Ah, Fred, don't you think that's a little much for camping!?" asked Spaceman looking over at Fred. Fred's arms were full of camping equipment and he was even wearing a hat. "Fred, for the love of the gods, put that stuff back!" scolded Cleo. "Like yeah man, the stroller can only hold so much with crushing the babies!" cried Shaggy. "Shaggy, we agreed two bags three at most to put in the stroller not everything we bought!" said Demon. "Cleo...."  called her mother's voice. "Oh dear, someone mind watching the children? Mother's calling." said Cleo placing a hand on her hip. "Relax, Cleo, they'll be fine, Scooby's keeping them entertained." said Starchild looking at the babies who were either laughing or smiling at the faces Scooby was making. "I won't be long!" called Cleo running to the store's restroom and locking the door behind her. Cleo sighed once the door was locked and closed her eyes letting the magic of her father's tribal mark take over. 

Cleo opened her eyes to see she was in the same stone halls her and her mother always met in. Only this time, she wasn't by herself. "Rath? What are you doing here?" questioned Cleo raising a brow. "That's what I'd like to know! One minute I'm working on a potion and the next I'm here! It'll be a miracle if my work space isn't in shambles!" huffed Rath crossing his arms. "Well for once you can't blame ME for this." said Cleo. "Children!" called their mother making both Rath and Cleo turn their heads. "Mother, is everything alright? Not that I'm unhappy to see you, it's just I had to leave my friends alone with the children in the middle of a store." said Cleo. "Yes, and I was working on a potion. Not to sound rude Mother but I'd like to get this over with so I can assess the damage to my work space!" cried Rath. "Are you certain it's your workspace your worried about and not you girlfriend?" teased Cleo. "I DON'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" screamed Rath making Cleo laugh. "Rath, Cleo, enough. Both of you!" scolded Cleopatra. Cleo and Rath both looked at each other in surprise. "Erm, Mother, what exactly IS troubling you?" asked Rath. "Yes, you've never raised your voice to us before." said Cleo. "Children, I've been thinking long and hard about this. For years I've sat here in the walls of my tomb. And look what has happened. My first born son had been titled 'Guardian of the Pharaoh's Son' though why is still beyond me when you are a prince yourself. My daughter is married and now has five children of her own. My second born, well, I dare not even speak of him after he nearly stole what belonged to the people of Egypt. What I'm saying is I've grown tired of it all. I've grown tired of missing so many things in my children's lives. So I've decided to leave behind the sacred walls of my tomb." said Cleopatra. "But, Mother, where shall you go!?" asked Cleo. "Your house is big enough." said Rath making Cleo stomp on his foot. "OW! Why you!" growled Rath. "My mind is already made up. In fact, I've already decided what my first task shall be, and that's spending quality time with my children and grandchildren." said Cleopatra with a smile. 

"She's WHAT!?" screamed Demon when Cleo returned from the bathroom. "Zionks!" cried Shaggy as all five babies began wailing. "Oh believe me, Rath isn't thrilled about having to spend an entire summer at Camp Little Moose either but when Mother makes up her mind, it's final!" said Cleo picking up both Draco and Roxy and began rocking them. "Cleo, are you SURE this is a good idea!?" asked Daphne who was rocking Lotus. "Well now, I haven't muck choice in the matter now do I?" questioned Cleo. "But what about Camp Little Moose!?" asked Fred. "We're still going, Fred, just taking a detour if you will." said Spaceman. "Yeah, a LONG detour!" yelled Catman who was holding a screaming Ranald. "Like HELP! I got Lapis!" cried Shaggy as the baby was pulling quite roughly on his hair. "Oh dear, Demon, don't just stand there, help him!" scolded Cleo. "Working on it!" said Demon trying to pull Shaggy free of his daughter's grip. 

"You know, it doesn't look all that bad to be honest." said Catman as Shaggy was looking at where Lapis had pulled out some of his hair in a mirror Daphne leant him. "Doesn't look that bad!? Like I'm going to be bald there for at least a month!" cried Shaggy turning to the drummer. "At least Draco didn't try to set you on fire this time." said Daphne. "I warned him not to lean so close to Draco when he was about to sneeze!" said Demon. "Yes, and I wonder where he got THAT from?" questioned Cleo looking at her husband. "As long as none of them develop Cleo's powers I think we're safe." said Velma. "Safe? You call a fire breathing baby safe!?" cried Shaggy. "Only when he sneezes!" corrected Cleo. "Think about it this way Shag, at least Draco can't help his fire powers right now. Now if we were to have someone else who had complete control over their fire powers and tried to set someone on fire on purpose, then we'd REALLY have issues," said Starchild. Oh how he'd regret those very words by the time they reached Camp Little Moose...    

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