It was 4:13pm on a lazy Sunday afternoon when Mike Peabody, lead reporter for the very well known HHTV News, received the email. “Mike, you’re going to love this!!!!” was written in the subject bar and the message itself was set to ‘highest importance’
“Hey Mike! Great news! We’ve got you the biggest story of your whole career to report on! Basically, something is going down in the Time Sewers and we have no idea what. We want YOU to report on it. I’ve heard there’s this gang of ‘meddling kids’ or something coming to check it out so I’ll be needing interviews with each and every one of them. Oh, and I hope you’re okay with dogs. They have a big one. I’ve included a picture so you can see how big.”
The HHTV boss wasn’t one for formal emails. Never had been. Mike scrolled down the page to check out the picture of the very big dog and did a little squeal of excitement which he would never admit to because it was rather girly. The team of ‘meddling kids’ with a dog were none other than Mystery Inc. and Scooby Doo!
Ever since childhood Mike had been a massive Scooby Doo fan. He had everything. Scooby Doo socks, slippers, cups, dressing gowns, DVDs, Cds, even underwear! Ever since he got his job with HHTV, however, he had to keep his obsession a bit quieter. Didn’t want people to think he was weird. He’d let Sam in on the secret, but only because she opened the door to his Doo cupboard and a cardboard cut out of the dog knocked her over. He probably would have told Sam anyway. He told Sam everything.
Beneath the image of the Mystery Inc. gang and Scooby was some more writing:
“They’ll be at the studio to pick you up at 9am on Monday morning. That’s tomorrow… probably should have told you about this sooner. They’ll have your mic and everything with them so you’re all ready to go! Try and get something good, alright!”
Mike checked his watch and looked at his laptop. It was now 4:33pm. He had more than loads of time before he should probably to go to bed and nothing else to do for the rest of the day.
The next morning he awoke to the sound of a car horn outside his window. He rolled over and checked his alarm clock. 7:25am. Awake five minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Typical.
He jumped out of bed and went to open his curtains, yawning and stretching as he walked. He looked out of the window to see a large green van sitting there with the words "Mystery Machine" written in large orange letters on the side. Why were they here already? The email has said 9am and it was NOT 9am. He wasn't even dressed.
Mike pushed open his window and called out to the people in the van. "Umm, hello. This is Mike Peabody reporting from... my window. What are you doing here already? You're not supposed to be picking me up intil 9am!!"
A blond teen with a green tshirt and the slightest bit of facial hair popped his head out of the window, followed by a large dog. "Like, sorry man, we're just like, soooo hungry. We didn't think you'd mind if we turned up just a bit early. And like, maybe you could offer us some breakfast"
"Yeaarrh! Brrreakfarst!" said the dog.
"Well, okay fine. Is it all of you?" replied Mike, almost certain that they would eat everything in his kitchen and still not be satisfied.
The next morning he awoke to the sound of a car horn outside his window. He rolled over and checked his alarm clock. 7:25am. Awake five minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Typical.
He jumped out of bed and went to open his curtains, yawning and stretching as he walked. He looked out of the window to see a large green van sitting there with the words "Mystery Machine" written in large orange letters on the side. Why were they here already? The email has said 9am and it was NOT 9am. He wasn't even dressed.
Mike pushed open his window and called out to the people in the van. "Umm, hello. This is Mike Peabody reporting from... my window. What are you doing here already? You're not supposed to be picking me up intil 9am!!"
A blond teen with a green tshirt and the slightest bit of facial hair popped his head out of the window, followed by a large dog. "Like, sorry man, we're just like, soooo hungry. We didn't think you'd mind if we turned up just a bit early. And like, maybe you could offer us some breakfast"
"Yeaarrh! Brrreakfarst!" said the dog.
"Well, okay fine. Is it all of you?" replied Mike, almost certain that they would eat everything in his kitchen and still not be satisfied.
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