Getting to the phone was made somewhat more complicated by her partner, who was sunning himself in a most inconvenient spot on the office floor.  Fortunately, the ringing phone had woken Scooby-doo from his nap and he was scrambling up onto all fours as Velma entered, so she was able to find at least part of the floor unoccupied.<br/><br/>"Rahhh, ruts," he pouted as she picked up the phone first, blinking the dancing visions of Scooby Snax away.  With a mighty yawn, Our Hero flopped down again, ready to return to that lovely dream in which he was in sun god robes while a thousand screaming fans showered him with delicious treats.<br/><br/>And then the name 'Daph' connected.  His head came up sharply and his ears perked, alert for any sign from Velma that this was going to be a distressing call.<br/><br/>"Raphne?"<br/><br/>No, forget that!  He was up on all fours and over by the phone, helpfully eavesdropping.  Not at all subtle about it, since his tail was now wagging hopefully.<br/><br/>"Raphne's roming?"