Scoob! Dastardly x reader

Let's get to work

Your P.o.v:

We began setting up for the sell. Me and Zoey put out some Tie dyes on display so any passersby could see them. A 17 year old girl and her boyfriend were walking by when they saw the shirts.

"Wow! These look great, are you guys selling?" The girl asked.

"Yes we are actually!" I replied.

The man asked us for the price of the shirts. "Small $10, Medium $15, and Large $20." I told him.

He agreed that it was a reasonable price for such beautifully designed shirts. He both brought one for the both of them. One Medium and one Small. They paid us with a $50 bill and we gave them change back, then they were on their way back down the street.

Half an hour passed with no other customers in sight. We started to give up hope until a middle aged women and what was assumed to be her son and his girlfriend who looked to be pregnant with his child. They all brought three tie dyes. One for each of them. The girlfriend wanted to know if we had some baby sized tie dyes for thr baby she was expecting. Unfortunately we didn't. We were so caught up on selling these shirts that I didn't realize that we didn't have lunch yet. I was starving which obviously wasn't good for the baby.

Zoey decided that we should take a break to eat. All the while I couldn't keep my mind off of Dastardly. I wondered how he was doing in that jail. We were just finishing up our dood when another customer stopped by to buy a shirt. A man in his late twenties came up to the stand and brought five tie dyes. Still not sure why he brought so many, but I didn't much care for it. We were making good money, although it still wasn't even close to the bail price. We were begining to run out of shirts and we still had a few thousand dollars to go before we could reach our goal. What were we supposed to do?