Daphne (Patreon)

At the old, abandoned lighthouse Fred and Velma have gone ahead to search for clues….the lighthouse keepers ghost presumably frightening the local fishermen.  Daphne, however, lags behind attempting to coax an equally frightened Shaggy and Scooby out of the Mystery Machine.

Shaggy: Like, no way, man!  That place is wicked spooky!  Besides, that last rubber-masker at the Dutchman’s mine had a loaded 12-gauge.

Scooby: Rah, a roded relve-rauge

Shaggy: He coulda blown are heads off if the sheriff hadn’t shown up in the nick of time.

Daphne: Oh c‘mon, Shaggy.  Don’t be so melodramatic.  I bet you‘d do it for a Scooby-Snack.

Daphne produces a box of dog treats, pulling out a single, brown, oblong-shaped biscuit.

Shaggy: A single dog snack. A single, cardboard-tasting dog treat?  You‘re joking, right?

Scooby: Rah, rardboard rasting.

Shaggy: It’s gonna take a lot more…

Shaggy swishes his index finger towards the redhead in an up and down manner, the beatnik giving her a slightly lecherous smile. Likewise, Scooby gives her a toothy grin, theatrically eyeing the curvaceous woman from head to toe.

Shaggy: …a -lot- more to get us up in that dank-ass lighthouse with Captain Kerchief and the four-eyed short stack.

Scooby: Rah, a -rot- rore.

Ignoring their overt gestures, Daphne pulls a second treat out of the box, waving them in the air in a tempting manner.

Daphne: How ‘bout -two- Scooby-Snacks?  (sing-singing) They’ve got THC in ‘em.

Shaggy turns to his canine companion, the pair rolling their eyes in unison.

Shaggy: Dude, she’s not getting it is she?

Daphne rolls here skyward, letting out a groan of annoyance. The redhead swivels her head to see if anyone is looking, then grabs the bottom hem of her skirt, lifting it just high enough to…  The beatnik and the Great Dane look on with amused smiles, watching as Daphne exposes her white, cotton-covered camel toe.

Shaggy: There’s gotta be, like, what…five hundred steps to the top of that lighthouse, Scoob?

Scooby: Easiry, fife hun-red. 

Daphne frowns at the pair, wrinkling her nose in irritation.  Lifting the dress higher, her balled up fists holding it at breast level, the grinning pair can now see her white, lace-covered under boobs.

Shaggy: And the mold…. I bet that place is full of it…and poor Scooby with his allergies. 

Scooby: Rah, my arreries.

The redhead growls under her breath, lifting the purple and green garment up and over her head. The depraved pair glance at one another with knowing grins.   Without actually saying anything they wager as to just how far they can push their nearly-naked teammate.

Scooby widens his eyes, peering towards the darkened structure, theatrically chattering his teeth in faux fear. 

Scooby: Rut if, roo know, rere’s a -real- ghost up rere?

Daphne stomps her foot in anger, scowling as she stiff-arms a pointed index finger towards the imposing edifice. The grinning duo climb out of the van, satisfied with the outcome, yet slightly amazed that they‘d gotten this far.  They should’ve thought of this, like, two or three mysteries ago. 

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Original Art by Unknown

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2