Scooby went on full alert, growling and glaring at everyone in sight as he tried to put his body between Daphne and any possible source of incoming trouble.  This did not work, as he needed to be triplets to complete the Wall of Dog...<br/><br/>"Rack inside?"  He shook his head.  "Rizza roff."<br/><br/>The sadness of not having pizza was almost immediately drowned by the hazily pleasant thoughts of barbaric vengeance to be visited upon the person responsible for Daphne's distress...not usual for the Great Dane, but then this sort of thing Just Did Not Happen to his people.  Somewhere in the back of his little doggy brain the thought occurred to him that staying put might be just what the culprit wanted, but he would loyally leave the planning to Velma, who had the smarts and wasn't constrained by Fred's ego anymore.<br/><br/>(<em>Another thought that wandered about looking for a lonely synapse with which to connect pondered why he even had the occasional cruel thought about Fred, but then he remembered that Fred had dumped Daphne...possibly for Jessica, if he understood the half-heard gossip news correctly, but the nuances escaped him.  Plus Fred wasn't helping out.  Maybe Fred was even behind it all...</em>)<br/><br/>Scooby sneezed.  This heavy thinking stuff wasn't his forte.