Scooby couldn't quite help himself: Velma's sudden shift from despondent to delighted was infectious, and he nodded eagerly.<br/><br/>"Rrrright!  Retter rean up..."<br/><br/>Trotting into the kitchen to, ah, take care of the evidence of an earlier snack of pastrami-pickle-and-peanut butter pizza that had seemed like<em>such</em>a good idea at the time but proved only to remind him of Shaggy's absence, the Great Dane almost created more trouble as his wagging tail seemed to find anything that wasn't already firmly nailed down or shut away tightly.<br/><br/>Still, by the time he was done, the kitchen didn't look quite as messy as it had.  At least the chocolate sauce had been easy to clean up.<br/><br/>Before Velma emerged, his ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Scooby Doo, where AAAARE you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"RAPHNE!"<br/><br/>Frisky as a puppy and twice as playful, Scooby bounded for the door, overjoyed to see his former comrade in investigations.  Possibly a little too enthusiastic in his greeting, he did his best to hug her--awkward, when you don't have the right sort of arms, but he was big enough.