It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad & MadPanda
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				Title: <strong>It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 18:52:37</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Content Advisory</strong></span><br><strong>Content Level:</strong> Extreme, FFM, Bestiality, Roobeeroobeerooo!<br><strong>Short Summary:</strong> Probably the unlikeliest three-some from one of all our favourite cartoon series...<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.freakinawesomenetwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/daphne_blake.jpg)</div>Daphne Blake posed for the photographers, the skimpy outfit cutting into her in places she would rather not mention. Still at least the South California sun was warm on her exposed skin. It had been over a year since the gang broke up. Fred to persue his dream of joining the police - to become a <em>real</em> detective as he put it. Shaggy had been arrested for dealing one time too many and given the choice of the army or prison. He'd chosen the army, and was on his way, last she heard, to Saigon.<br><br>Velma, the smart one, had stuck with what she knew, and set up her own detective agency, along with the dog.<br><br>As for Daphne, well the fame that being part of Mystery Inc. had brought her had launched her modelling career. She was on the cover of Vogue, and even appeared in Playboy, although the shots were very tasteful. She had even been approached for a part in one of Spielberg's movies.<br><br>"Okay take ten!" The shoot director called, and Daphne relaxed, eased her cramped muscles and headed to her trailer. It was then she saw the note pinned to the door.<br><br><span style="font-family: Earwig Factory;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Daphne Blake, you ruined my life. Now you will pay.</span></span><br><br>She sighed. That was the third one this week, and the tenth in total, always the same, same words, with letters cut from a newspaper and glued to a single sheet of white paper. But... This one was actually pinned to the door of her trailer. Crank notes were part of the job of being famous, but someone had put that note there. She looked around. There were a few people staring at her but there always were. No one obvious, no one looking like they meant her harm.<br><br>She'd tried talking to the police, but they didn't want to know. Daphne tore the note off the pin and went inside her trailer. She picked up the phone. There was one person she knew would be able to help. She pulled out a card from her purse and dialled the number on it.<br><br>"Hi, Velma? It's Daph. I need to see you, urgently!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 19:30:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.velmadinkley.com/nds616.jpg)</div> Velma Dinkley sighed heavily as she sat at the bar.&nbsp; Apparently a lone female detective accompanied by a big dog was nowhere near as appealing to hire as a group of teens.&nbsp; Even with her smarts and the renown from their earlier work, she wasn't getting nearly as many cases as she'd hoped.&nbsp; She was able to pay the bills and such, but it wasn't the money for her as much as the thrill.&nbsp; And the friendship.&nbsp; That was the thing she missed the most.&nbsp; That and...<br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her office phone ringing.&nbsp; Her office and apartment resided right above the bar and she'd trained herself to listen for the distinctive chime over the noise.&nbsp; She signaled to the bartender that she'd be right back, then nearly ran to the stairs.&nbsp; She managed to grab the handset just in time.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127935.msg5647111#msg5647111">Quote from: Chrystal on 29-12-2011, 18:52:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hi, Velma? It's Daph. I need to see you, urgently!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Daphne.&nbsp; Visions of the scantily clad redhead on their various adventures flashed through the younger woman's mind.&nbsp; As well as the nearly worshipful way Velma had ended up seeing the model by the end of it all.&nbsp; She'd known then that it would never work, not with the other woman's clear love for Fred.&nbsp; But now that was broken.&nbsp; Now, just maybe...<br><br>"Hey Daph... Wha'ts wrong?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 20:21:26</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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!&nbsp; He was up on all fours and over by the phone, helpfully eavesdropping.&nbsp; Not at all subtle about it, since his tail was now wagging hopefully.<br><br>"Raphne's roming?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 21:31:02</strong>
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				The chubby little geeky brunette with the thick glasses and absolutely no fashion sense. That's what Velma was. Daphne suppressed a sigh. She really didn't want to do this. But, she couldn't think of anyone else who would help. "Vel, someone's out to get me... Yeah I know, it serves me right for being famous, but... these letters... They are scaring me. I guess that's what they want, huh? You always were the brains, no matter what Fred liked to think. Please, you have to help?"<br><br>Daphne dressed casually as she talked on the phone to her friend. She had something of a soft spot for the brunette, but the question really was, could she afford to be seen with her? After all, Daphne's career had taken off, but Velma's, but all accounts, was taking a nose dive. "I ca....." She stopped. To say she could pay her friend would be insulting. "... can come right over, sorry, someone was waving at me..." That covered the pause nicely. Velma would probably figure it out, but she had no proof. And then a familiar voice in the background came down the phone. "SOOOB! Hey Scooby Doo! I'll bring a box of you know what!"<br><br>Daphne checked the address on the card and pulled her boots on, then locked and left the trailer. She climbed into her car, the one she'd bought from Penelope Pitstop when the latter had retired from racing, and drove in to LA proper. She stopped at a retail outlet and picked up a box of Scooby-snax, and hid them in her purse,<br><br>She arrived at the rather seedy run-down area and parked the Compact Pussycat, hoping the car would still be there when she got back. Up the stares past the faded plaque with "Dinkley Detective Agency" on it. She got to the top of the steps and opened the door, calling out "Scooby Doo, where AAAARE you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 06:02:47</strong>
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				A case.&nbsp; And an exciting one too.&nbsp; Not another of those 'I think my husband's cheating, follow him around and take some pictures that will make me cry' kind.&nbsp; Her dislike for that sort of private detective work was the main reason she wasn't doing as well as she'd hoped.&nbsp; Maybe working for the famous model would remind people of the cases they'd used to solve, and would send some more thrilling mysteries her way.&nbsp; In addition to the simple joy of seeing one of the gang again.<br><br>"Jinkies!&nbsp; Of course I'll help.&nbsp; Scooby and I will figure this out, won't we Scoob?"<br><br>Before she could say more, Daphne had announced her plan.&nbsp; Velma wasn't thrilled that the redhead was making her way over to the small apartment/office but there wasn't much she could do about it now.&nbsp; At least the place was clean and organized, assuming the great dane hadn't left too much of a mess in the kitchen over the short while she'd been gone.<br><br>Turning to her companion, the detective couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; "Yep, she's on her way.&nbsp; I'm just gonna go change into something a little nicer... let me know if she gets here before I'm done, ok?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 06:19:59</strong>
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				Scooby couldn't quite help himself: Velma's sudden shift from despondent to delighted was infectious, and he nodded eagerly.<br><br>"Rrrright!&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 10:11:33</strong>
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				Flat on her back with a big muscular male on top of her again... Daphne was not really as used to being in that position as the tabloid press made out. In fact she felt it was rather unfair of them as she'd only used her gender once or twice to get what she wanted. And, well. didn't everyone?<br><br>But this time was different. This time she was on the floor of a rather seedy looking office and the male in question was a Great Dane who often appeared more human than the people she now worked with. "Scooby!" She giggled, fending his tongue off her face, "Off me! There's a good boy! VELMA? HEEEELP! EEW yuck! Scoob, st- YECH! Stop it!"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 17:47:02</strong>
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				Sniggering a little, Scooby-doo flopped onto his side, licked his chops, and exposed his belly playfully.<br><br>"Raphne!&nbsp; Row's row-rizzness?"<br><br>Yep, just a big, overgrown puppy...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 18:24:11</strong>
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				Scooby's joyous cry was more than enough to alert the bespectacled detective to their new arrival.&nbsp; Smoothing her best sweater and pleated skirt combo once more, she headed out of the bedroom and stood smiling in the doorway as the dog lovingly mauled the redhead.&nbsp; For a moment it was just like old times, but then Velma forced herself back into the present.<br><br>"Um... hi Daphne... So... what's all this about letters?&nbsp; You brought them, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 19:21:25</strong>
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				Daphne sat up and reached out to give the big mutt a tummy rub. "Boy am I glad to see you," she said softly as Velma appeared. She flicked her long ginger locks back out of her face and smiled, struggling to her feet and dusting off her miniskirt. "Yes, I brought all of them. Here..." She pulled the sheets of paper out of her bag. "They all say the same thing, Daphne Blake you ruined my life, now you will pay. Whoever it is isn't even original!"<br><br>She followed the dumpy brunette into the office and spread the letters on the desk. "I can't see any clues in them at all. The police won't help. They say it's just the work of some crank. I get loads of fan mail and hate mail, but these are all the same! Vel, I'm scared?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 23:01:10</strong>
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				Scooby followed, hopping up to plant his forepaws on the desk and lowering his head to sniff at the letters.&nbsp; The very thought that these were written by someone intending harm to one of his pack brought a soft growl from the Great Dane, even as he shifted his stance (accidentally leaning into Velma, which might push her into Daphne) to make sure he could reach from one end of the scattered papers to the other.
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				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 00:13:12</strong>
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				Grabbing some gloves, Velma took the papers from the model.&nbsp; Immediately her demeanor changed.&nbsp; Gone was the awkward and shy young woman, replaced by the intelligent and experienced detective.&nbsp; She shoved the clutter off a table desk and spread the letters out.&nbsp; "Jinkies... how long has this been going on, Daph?&nbsp; Tell me about them... when and where you got each letter.&nbsp; Who was around?&nbsp; Do you know what this might be about?"<br><br>She pulled out a magnifying glass from a desk drawer and began scanning the pages. "I'll have to try and find the sources of the letters, that should give us an idea.&nbsp; I'll dust for fingerprints as well... just so we have something to compare to in case we get a suspect."<br><br>The brunette began murmuring to herself as she looked over the documents, her interest in the case overriding her interest in the redhead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 00:53:25</strong>
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				Feeling encouraged, Daphne reached into her bag, to pull out the little notebook where she'd kept track of each of these letters - since the second one arrived, identical to the first, she felt there was something weird about them, not just the normal crank letters and her experience with the gang had raised her awareness of stuff like this.<br><br>As she pulled the book out, so the box of Scooby Snacks she'd bought earlier fell to the floor. "Ah. Hey Scooby, if you can get a scent off the letters I'll give you a scooby snack for each one!"<br><br>She giggled as the Great Dane bumped Velma, causing the freckled brunette to bump into her. "Hey watch out!" She grinned and steadied her old friend. She flipped the notepad open and quickly went through the details of which letter had arrived when. "Of course they all have my prints on them, as you would expect..." She sighed. Two of them had come through the post to her apartment and she had kept the envelopes. They were typewritten. Of course each typewriter was different but to prove which one the envelopes were typed by they would need to check a lot of typewriters. The rest had been pushed into her letter box when no-one (apparently) was about, all except the last one that had been pinned to the door of her trailer. "Of course, no one saw anything. The shoot was supposed to be a secure location. I couldn't see anyone who wasn't supposed to be there. Maybe it's one of the crew?"<br><br>Daphne was almost in tears. She had not asked for this. All she wanted was to get on with her life as a model, maybe break into movies or possibly television...
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 01:00:28</strong>
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				"Rooby rax?"<br><br>Scooby's tail wagged even harder, and he gave each of the letters a good snort, carefully avoiding Velma's hands as she also investigated them.<br><br>"Ruh-roh."&nbsp; He gave another one a good sniff.&nbsp; "Ramel rigarrettes."&nbsp; Then again.&nbsp; "Rewsrakker...Rorts rection."&nbsp; And whipped his head away from the desk just in the nick of time to prevent his sneeze from disturbing the evidence.<br><br>"Roroln.&nbsp; Rearry <em>rearry</em> rad roroln."
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				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 09:27:14</strong>
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				The duo worked well together, Velma's visual investigation and Scooby's sniffing never competing against each other as each looked for clues in their own way.&nbsp; The young woman used the given information to rearrange the letters, scanning them for any connections.&nbsp; A few of the newspaper prints seemed to be potentially related, and she filed that away for future investigation.&nbsp; Hoping that would be the section that her partner had identified as the sports section (simply for ease of solving), she pulled out her fingerprinting kit.<br><br>She did manage to spare a quick smile at the threatened model.&nbsp; "This might take me a bit, Daph.&nbsp; Why don't you fill me in on your life since these letters started while I work?"
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 11:55:00</strong>
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				Daphne relaxed a bit and settled into a chair. As promised, she opened the box of Scooby Snacks and pulled three out. "Here you go scoob, one for the cigarettes, one for the sports section and one just because!" She tossed the three treats into the air and watched with interest to see how Scooby would catch them this time.<br><br>She looked at Velma, who's round behind was wiggling as the brunette worked over the letters on her desk. "Well, lets see... When the first one arrived, I'd just finished doing a TV commercial for a toothpaste. Disgusting stuff, by the way. You've probably seen it, the one for Britabite? The 'after' teeth? Those are mine!" She hadn't been able to smile for a week after the shooting finished. "Then I moved on to a magazine shoot for His &amp; Hers Magazine, they wanted to feature sexy red-heads. It really wasn't fair though. I mean with Jessica there, who stood a chance?" She giggled a bit.<br><br>"That shoot took a few weeks and then I went straight into the Beech Bunny shoot. It was doing that one when I got the latest notes." She looked down at the floor, then up at Velma. "You really think you can find who's sending them, Vel? I'd be so grateful. If Fred and Shaggy were here..." She sighed. 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 17:58:02</strong>
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				Scooby Snacks--the fool-proof distraction!&nbsp; Scooby pulled his attention away from the papers (giving Velma much more room in which to work) and performed a running jump, triple flip, and perfect split on landing before catching all three in his mouth and consuming them with his usual pure and childlike joy.<br><br>Unfortunately, Velma's office/apartment didn't really have that much room, so his 'perfect' landing was more of a one-point touchdown on a rug, which slipped and sent him rolling across the floor to stop, entangled in the rug, against the old and comfy sofa that sat against the far wall.&nbsp; This did nothing to impede his pleasure, and he even managed a slightly embarrassed chuckle.<br><br>"Ruts.&nbsp; Rot arain..."<br><br>Squirming himself free as Daphne recounted her career, he scootched back toward the two women (idly noting that from down here, he had a pretty good view up Daphne's miniskirt).<br><br>"Ressica?"<br><br>Still on his back, he pantomimed a truly monumental set of feminine curves with his paws, then made an attempt at doing Bela Lugosi as Dracula in attack mode.<br><br>"Rat Ressica?"<br><br>Finishing off with an expression of distaste.<br><br>"Yuck!"
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				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 08:55:00</strong>
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				The sight of Scooby's pantomime pulled the brunette from her work.&nbsp; As she watched him act out the distinctive woman, she couldn't help but feel that desire from earlier worming its way back into her thoughts.&nbsp; Her cheeks colored slightly as she envisioned Daphne moving in the sensual walk that Jessica favored, and she almost turned away to keep from addressing the issue.&nbsp; Then she realized she really had nothing to lose.&nbsp; This was her chance, and she'd be a fool not to take it.&nbsp; And one thing that Velma Dinkley never had been was a fool.<br><br>Brushing her hair back behind her ears, she smiled gently at Daphne.&nbsp; "Well, I think they were stupid to pick Jessica over you.&nbsp; She may have the sheer sex appeal, but nothing says classy like you go, Daph..."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to the pages, she carefully gathered them into a pile and stripped off her gloves.&nbsp; "You know what... I'm too hungry to focus right now.&nbsp; What would you two say to some pizza?&nbsp; We could hang out for a bit this evening and get started on the investigation in the morning.&nbsp; I need to get some more fingerprint powder anyway."&nbsp; Subtly slipping her kit back into the drawer so the redhead wouldn't notice its full container of powder, she looked hopefully at her companions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 17:14:50</strong>
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				Daphne chuckled at Scooby's antics. "Careful there, Scoob, you don't want to be taken to the vet again! Yes <em>that</em> Jessica. Jeepers, guys, I appreciate the compliments, but..." She hefted her D-cups in both hands. "These babies just can't compete with Mrs Rabbit's G-cup Giants." She giggled. "They weren't after class, Vel, they were after big boobs! Not sure I would want to win that one. You know she gets Roger to give her a back-walk every night to ease the muscle stress?"<br><br>The redhead didn't spot the little hair flick, and had no idea what fingerprint powder looked like, so she totally missed Velma's white lie. "Uh... sure. Pizza sounds good. Do you know a decent place around here? One that allows dogs?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 18:09:16</strong>
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				"Romy's rizza!"&nbsp; Scoob rolled upright again, nodding enthusiastically, his train of sarcastic non-compliments concerning the obvious surgical enhancements of Daphne's main competition forgotten.&nbsp; Gastronomic gratification took proper precedence, after all.<br><br>As he gleefully trotted in place, impatiently waiting for his companions to stop blushing and trying not to gaze deeply into each other's eyes...hey, wait a sec.&nbsp; He calmed down a little and took another look at the situation.&nbsp; Then sniffed the air carefully.&nbsp; And sniggered softly.<br><br>"Ruh roh!"<br><br>Then he headed for the front door in a hurry, not wanting to answer any questions from either woman right at that moment (and also avoiding the temptation to 'accidentally' press his cold nose against Daphne's bare thighs).
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				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 01:41:55</strong>
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				"Sounds good to me Scoob..."&nbsp; Velma grabbed her wallet and took a quick look inside before wincing just slightly and whispering "Jinkies..."&nbsp; A substantial amount of their money went to feeding the ever-hungry pooch, and his love of pizza certainly didn't help things much.&nbsp; She had a $5 though, enough for at least one pie as long as Scooby didn't put too many additional toppings on it.<br><br>The dog in question scampered for the exit and with a smile Velma followed after.&nbsp; At least having him around kept her from taking things too seriously.&nbsp; <br><br>Holding the door for Daphne, the brunette couldn't help but sneak at glance at the perky rear of her companion.&nbsp; Steeling her resolve to not let this chance escape, she quick stepped up next to the red head and locked elbows with her.&nbsp; "So... think you can handle another garbage pizza?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 10:15:11</strong>
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				Oblivious to the attention Velma was giving her, Daphne smiled politely as Velma held the door for her, then giggled as the brunette slipped an arm through her own. "Quite the gentleman now, huh, Vel?" she asked softly. Daphne was one of those people who thought "Gay" meant "happy" and that a Lesbian was someone from an island that was part of some place called Greece... For Velma to be acting the way Freddy used to act before their big bust-up was weird, but she supposed it made sense. Velma was being protective of her. <br><br>They walked past the line of parked cars and Daphne stopped, horrified. There under the wiper blade of her car was a sheet of paper.<br><br>Without thinking, she reached out and took it.<br><br><span style="font-family: Earwig Factory;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Daphne Blake, your friends will not help you. I will have my revenge</span></span><br><br>"Well..." She said, taking a deep breath, and passing the note to Velma. "At... At least it's different." Put a brave face on it Daphne. Whoever it was had followed her here, and knew who Velma and Scooby were.<br><br>She looked around casually. The man at the bus stop? The woman walking her dog? The man looking in the window of the butcher's shop? The butcher? Don't be silly. There were too many people, all hanging around all acting casual. No-one ducked out of sight as the saw her looking. No-one acted suspiciously. "Velma? He followed me here..." She suddenly clung to her friend. This was frightening and Velma was warm and supportive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 17:03:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				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.&nbsp; This did not work, as he needed to be triplets to complete the Wall of Dog...<br><br>"Rack inside?"&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; "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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Plus Fred wasn't helping out.&nbsp; Maybe Fred was even behind it all...</em>)<br><br>Scooby sneezed.&nbsp; This heavy thinking stuff wasn't his forte.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 06:18:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Velma couldn't agree more.&nbsp; Her brain started plugging away at all the scenarios, trying to figure out how best to protect her friend.&nbsp; "Scooby, you and Daph get back inside.&nbsp; I want you to make sure the bathroom's clear, and then Daphne, you lock yourself in it.&nbsp; Scoob... you clear the rest of the place, then let her know when its safe, ok?&nbsp; I'm gonna get as much info from the scene as possible."<br><br>Taking the note from the redhead, she didn't even bother checking to see if the other two followed her plan.&nbsp; The brainiac was already disappearing into the fog of clues and random facts that had helped her solve so many other puzzles before.&nbsp; Placing the piece of paper back on the windshield where it had been found, she tried to reconstruct what had happened... where she should begin her detailed search.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 21:57:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daphne sighed. Pizza had sounded so good, too. Reluctantly, she released her grip on Velma and allowed Scooby to escort her back up into the brunette's dingy little apartment, and into the bathroom, where the hound had a good sniff around and declared it to be safe, then headed back out to check the rest of the place.<br><br>Daphne locked the door, and took a look around. Just a standard bathroom. A small sticker on the sink read "G Green, Plumbing". Obviously the bathroom suite was fairly new or that wouldn't have been there. She sat on the only seat available, crossed her legs and tried to relax.<br><br>It came as quite a shock when the toilet tilted back suddenly, dropping her into a long, dark, spiralling chute...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 22:07:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having escorted Daphne back inside, given Velma's apartment a once-over (which in his opinion wasn't really necessary since he lived there, too), and escorted the curvy red-head to the bathroom to secure herself, Scooby set up marching back and forth in front of the door.<br><br>"Hup, roo, ree, roar!&nbsp; Hup, roo, ree, roar!&nbsp; Hup, roo, ree, roar..."<br><br>The unusual sounds from inside the bathroom broke into his train of thought, and his first line of investigation involved knocking on the door and asking.<br><br>"Raphne?&nbsp; Roo oray?"<br><br>Lack of response being the not-so-good possibility, Scooby debated trying the door...and then remembering what happened last time he did that (Velma had screamed, and he'd gone busting in to see what was the matter, only to find that he had interrupted a private moment), he instead scrambled for the door and called out to his owner/partner:<br><br>"Rhey rot Raphne!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 03:14:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The brunette was so locked into the puzzle before her that she almost didn't hear Scooby's cry.&nbsp; But something caught her ear and she turned towards her furred companion, his expression letting her know all she needed to.<br><br>"What?&nbsp; No!&nbsp; That's impossible!&nbsp; You checked the rooms, right?&nbsp; How could she have been taken?&nbsp; The bathroom window isn't even big enough for her to get out of, let alone someone else get in!"<br><br>She raced up the steps and into the apartment.&nbsp; After only a moment of hesitation, she threw herself at the locked door.&nbsp; A few kicks later the frame finally broke and Velma stumbled into the undeniably empty bathroom. Fear for her friend threatened to overwhelm her and she felt the world swim, but a glance at the Great Dane reminded her that if she broke down so would he, and then there would be no one left to save the model. <br><br>So instead she mentally retraced her friend's steps.&nbsp; Daphne had been fine when she'd been locked into the bathroom, and there was no way any one could have taken her out of it... unless... "There has to be a trap door or something, Scoob.&nbsp; Do you smell anything?&nbsp; Mustiness, or a breeze?&nbsp; Anything out of the ordinary?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 04:49:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the door was open, Scoob wasted no time putting his nose to work.&nbsp; Almost instantly, he focused on the toilet.<br><br>"Ruh roh!"<br><br>He sniffed, prodded the porcelain throne with a paw.<br><br>"Romething's rot right..."<br><br>Finally he hopped up on the seat and started jumping up and down as if hoping to trigger some peculiarity by virtue of weight and force applied thusly...which would have looked utterly silly if the situation hadn't been so dire!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 11:33:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile, Daphne found herself in a sack. She had to confess, the ride down the chute had actually been fun, rather like being in a water park - made more so by the fact that the content of the toilet's cistern was accompanying her down it. She was just grateful she hadn't been taking a pee - or worse - when the trap had sprung.<br><br>Her clothes were most likely ruined, of course. But when she landed head first into a sack, that was when it stopped being fun. The neck of the sack was tied off with rope, around her ankles. That meant that whoever it was had to be waiting for her at the bottom of the chute. She struggled and screamed, and tried to see through the weave of the cloth, then a heavy weight landed on her. All she could make out through the cloth sack was a world war two gas mask. Then she smelt the familiar, sickly sweet smell that she had been subjected to so many times in the past. "Oh no, not ag..." <br><br><br><br><br>Daphne came around from the chloroform, with a splitting headache, to find herself tied, naked, to a wooden frame. A rubber ball was stuffed into her mouth and held in place with a leather strap that went around the back of her head. The room she was in was dimly lit by a single small window high up on one wall, and it was cold. All around her she could see packing crates with that same logo on. G Green, Plumbing. This must be their warehouse. On one of the crates, rested a number of items, some familiar, some less so. A riding crop, what looked like a heavy leather whip with a dozen or so soft leather lashes, a large bullet shaped object made of plastic about an inch in diameter and eight inches long with a switch on the flat end, and three things that looked a little like a cross between crocodile clips and nail clippers, joined together by a chain.<br><br>The redhead whimpered softly. <em>Velma, Scooby Doo, where are you?</em> she thought, desperately.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 21:34:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scooby did what Velma's first reaction would have had her do as well.&nbsp; But all his jumping had no effect on the toilet.&nbsp; Shaking her head slightly, the brunette called him off.&nbsp; "I don't think that will do it, Scoob.&nbsp; We need to find out who installed the trap door and why.&nbsp; Maybe we can ask the landlord who he brought in."<br><br>Looking around the small room, a small sticker caught her eye.&nbsp; She'd seen it so many times before that she'd almost forgotten it was there.&nbsp; "On second thought, let's skip right to the source."&nbsp; The orange-sweater clad detective hurried back to her desk and opened the phone book to the plumbing page.&nbsp; There it was... G Green.&nbsp; She quickly jotted down the address on a scrap of paper before turning back towards the bathroom where a very confused looking Great Dane was watching her from.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Come on Scooby... we have a clue!&nbsp; Let's go rescue Daphne!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 22:00:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rooby-rooby-roo!&nbsp; Rets ret Raphne!"<br><br>Scampering cheerfully, Scooby joined Velma, piling into the car beside her...too excited to bother with the back seat this time.&nbsp; But then his little doggy brain started working on something he'd tried very hard not to notice of late.&nbsp; And as they were forced to wait at a stoplight not too far from their destination, he turned his sad ol' puppy-eyes on the chubby bookworm.<br><br>"Roo rike her, huh?"&nbsp; He leaned over and pressed his cold nose against her shoulder.&nbsp; "Rits arright."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 23:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel Green was sitting at the desk in his plumbing supplies shop, reading the sports section of the California Times. He looked up as a fairly cute brunette walked through the door, accompanied by a dog that was bigger than she was. He smirked slightly.<br><br>"What can I do ya for?" He asked with a slight leer, then coughed slightly. That damn aftershave his wife had given him for his birthday and insisted he use was so strong, and quite honestly it was the cheapest stuff on the market. He pulled out a pack of Marlboroughs and lit one up to try and get rid of the smell of the cologne. His wife was trying to make him quit, but he couldn't see the harm in the occasional one.<br><br><hr><br>Not far away, Daphne shivered slightly. She was actually beginning to enjoy the feeling of helplessness and humiliation. Anticipating when someone would come through the door and see her like this... It wasn't the first time she'd been tied up and helpless, of course, but it was the first time she'd been stark naked. She began to imagine whom she would most like to see come through that door, and whom she would least like to see.<br><br>Oddly, she found Velma at the top of both lists.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 04:07:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost immediately in the door, Scooby sneezed twice and then started growling, eying the man behind the counter with mingled distaste and suspicion.<br><br>"Rearry, rearry rad rorogne," he grumbled.&nbsp; "Reck.&nbsp; Rigarettes, rouble reck."<br><br>With one baleful glare at the man, the Great Dane went skulking off down an aisle, sniffing around for any hint of Daphne and on the alert for the least sign of trouble, letting Velma do what she did best.&nbsp; Yet it was too bad that Fred wasn't here to throw into the line of fire with his half-baked traps...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 07:15:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Velma didn't even need Scooby to tell her about the cologne or the cigarettes.&nbsp; She also saw the page the guy was reading. But she did notice the pack the cigarettes must have come from, and something didn't sit right about that.&nbsp; <br><br>Giving the guy a brief smile she murmured "Just looking..." then followed after the Great Dane.&nbsp; Finally catching up with him at the end of aisle, she whispered "Scoob... what type of cigarettes did you say you smelled on the note?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 11:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look all you want. But if the mutt breaks anything you pay for it!" Green called out, and went back to his newspaper. At least he'd managed to get the sports section today. The Lakers were looking good, this season, he decided. The phone rang and he picked it up. "Greens? Yeah... Yeah we have..." he consulted a ledger, "...three in stock. Sure... Ninety one seventy five each, plus tax. ... No, sorry sir, I can't hold one, but I have three. I'm not going to sell them all today! ... Right, see you then." He put the phone down and looked up as one of his fitters popped his head in the door.<br><br>"Hey mack. Got your job sheet here. By the way, have you seen Arty? He's not been in all week. If he doesn't show up on Monday..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 19:22:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127935.msg5693782#msg5693782">Quote from: Tad on 08-01-2012, 07:15:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Scoob... what type of cigarettes did you say you smelled on the note?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ramels."&nbsp; Scooby screwed up his doggy face in thought.&nbsp; "Ring-rized, renrhol."<br><br>He nodded.<br><br>"Rot rhese."<br><br>Cocking an ear at the conversation around the front desk, he felt his brow creep skyward at the mention of a worker who hadn't been in for a couple of days.<br><br>"Huh."&nbsp; He looked up at Velma, his expression a little too innocent.&nbsp; "Arty reads rorts rection?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 05:34:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great idea Scoob.... Let's split up.&nbsp; You keep sniffing around and I'll go see what I can find out about Arty..."<br><br>With that the bespectacled young woman made her way back towards the counter.&nbsp; "Um... excuse me sir... I need one of those... floaty things.&nbsp; For inside the toilet.&nbsp; I thought I might be able to find them on my own... but I'm not seeing them..."&nbsp; She smiled innocently at the man, acting as if she didn't see the stack of boxes on the shelf behind the counter.<br><br>She also nods knowingly at the phone.&nbsp; "Trouble with employees?&nbsp; I used to manage a small group and a couple of the guys would always disappear.&nbsp; I'd find them eating when they were supposed to be working... taking smoke breaks... that sort of thing.&nbsp; And they'd always steal the paper before I got to read it!"&nbsp; Shaking her head as if sympathizing with all the other unfortunate managers of bad workers, she waited to see if he'd would take the bait.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 06:01:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The nice thing about being a dog, Scooby might have thought were he were prone to introspection, is that one could get away with some pretty incredible things just by virtue of being a 'dumb animal'.&nbsp; Wandering right through an open doorway marked Employees Only, for example.&nbsp; Most people watching would be checking for someone in the top half of the frame, and so a moment of inattention might give a better opening for a quadruped...<br><br>And so he trotted back into the shop, sniffing and snuffling about, acting for all the world like he'd just made a wrong turn on the way to the nearest fire hydrant, ears peeled for anything useful!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 21:33:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Green looked up as the brunette with the glasses came back. "Huh? Floaty things....? OH! You mean a ball cock?" He pointed to a large plastic bin sitting on a low shelf just inside the door. "Right there, lady." He looked around. "Where's that mutt of yours? There's some fragile stiff back there..."<br><br>He raised an eyebrow as the young woman asked about his employees. He was about to tell her to minf her own business when something she said struck a chord. "Oh, don't you talk to me about that! My paper... Damn thing got stolen two days running. I found it in the bin out back, round near the warehouse. Ripped to shreds it was, like it had been mauled by some giant monster!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 22:04:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They clearly had the right place.&nbsp; And Arty definitely seemed to be a likely suspect.&nbsp; Still, they needed to be sure.<br><br>"Jinkies...Bet it was all the best parts too, right?&nbsp; Front and sports page... Is it just the one guy giving you problems, or do you have a whole group of trouble-makers under your watch?"&nbsp; There could be another employees in on it, or even making it look like Arty was the culprit.&nbsp; They'd seen that more than once.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe Scooby could find some info in the back room, like an employee roster... That would definitely get them on the right track!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 12:40:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This girl was asking far too many questions about his employees. Green started to get cross. "Look girl, I dunno what your game is, but you ain't going to trick me into giving out confidential information about my employees, that is none of your damn business. You want the newspaper, it's in the trash can by the warehouse. But you're askin' a shit load o' questions about my staff, for a girl who wants a ballcock!"<br><br>He glared at her. "They're seventy five cents each. You want one or not?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 17:58:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile, Scooby continued his investigation, blithely strolling around as though having a Great Dane loose on deck was the most natural thing in the world!&nbsp; And followed his nose (and stomach) to a tiny office in the rear of the workshop, where a comically stout, bald little man in a cheap suit was enjoying a hot pastrami dip sandwich.&nbsp; His enjoyment was cut short by the sudden presence of a salivating dog that padded into the office, sniffling about and eying the mountain of pastrami with clear envy even as it snuffled around some paperwork.<br><br>"Uh, hello there, boy," the man offered, wondering what in blazes this Very Large Dog was doing back here and even more curious when Scooby gently closed his teeth on a binder in the recycle bin and trotted back out again with last year's general roster clutched in his jaws.<br><br>A few minutes later, he emerged from the door and blithely trotted out through the front of the store, brushing Velma on his way past, determined to remind her of his sacrifice later!&nbsp; This had to be worth a whole box of Scooby Snacks, at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 05:57:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, there went that tactic.&nbsp; Velma knew she needed to regroup with Scooby.&nbsp; Just as she thought that, the big dog walked by her.&nbsp; Anxious to know what he found and what was in the binder he was carrying, the brunette almost didn't respond to the man's question.&nbsp; Thankfully she was able to keep her mind from the mystery long enough to murmur "No...I think I'll see what other places charge..." before hurrying out with the Great Dane.<br><br>Once outside and around the corner, she knelt down next to her companion.&nbsp; "Whadja find, Scoob?&nbsp; I hope you got more than I did...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 06:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scooby turned his head and shifted his jaw to angle the binder up so that she could take it more easily.<br><br>"Rurrectory!"<br><br>According to the legend on the cover, this was indeed an employee roster and directory for Green's Plumbing.&nbsp; Doing his best to look both innocent and deserving of a snack / reward, Scooby ruined the effect by waggling his eyebrows at her.<br><br>"Retcha rottim.&nbsp; Ret's ro ret Raphne."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 23:34:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A staff directory!? Jinkies!&nbsp; Great job Scoob!&nbsp; Now we can find out who this Arty is and if he has any accomplices."&nbsp; Giving him a thorough scratch behind the ears, she turns her attention to this next clue.<br><br>Thumbing through the pages, she doesn't find a single Arty or Arthur.&nbsp; "He's not in here, Scooby.&nbsp; Maybe he hasn't worked there long enough yet.&nbsp; But either way we can't find him with this."&nbsp; She puzzles for a moment, then perks up. <br><br>"The grumpy guy inside said his newspaper was found out by the warehouse.&nbsp; Maybe there'll be more clues back there!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 23:39:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing that their quarry was not listed, Scooby's face fell.<br><br>"Rawww, ruts!&nbsp; Rokay..."<br><br>Trotting around the building, he went sniffing around the recycle bins out back (along with a few attendant faces at the, uhm, less than wholesome odors to be found in the alleyway in question).<br><br>Newspaper...more newspapers, mostly old...men's magazine (well-used)...bundle of old handwritten receipts...beer can...Daphne...cigarettes...<br><br>His head shot up.<br><br>"Raphne!"<br><br>Nose back to the ground, he circled twice and then made a beeline for the warehouse, following the scent of his team-mate, leaving Velma to follow as best she could as he scrambled forth with great enthusiasm and considerable urgency.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 00:54:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scrambling after Scooby, Velma can barely contain her excitement as well.&nbsp; They'd managed to rescue the redhead, even without the rest of the gang.&nbsp; True, they still hadn't solved the mystery, but at least they were back together and they could keep the model safe.&nbsp; Swearing she'd never turn her back on the other woman, never let her get taken again, the brunette followed the Great Dane around a tower of boxes and...<br><br>Skidded to a stop as she saw the stretched out and naked form in front of her.&nbsp; Instantly she averted her eyes, trying to keep her friend's modesty intact.&nbsp; But without really meaning too she found them drifting back over that flawless skin, the shapely form, the pert breasts.&nbsp; Her cheeks colored brightly and she glanced around the area to see if there was anything else she could focus on.&nbsp; A clue perhaps.<br><br>Except even that made things worse.&nbsp; There, on a box sat a variety of items she knew from the magazines she kept secret from everyone (even Scooby).&nbsp; A riding crop... a whip... nipple and clit clamps... and even a battery powered dildo.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, she tried to find somewhere to look that didn't hold either that or the naked body of the woman she lusted after.&nbsp; But that had her end up facing Scooby-Doo.<br><br>From the look on his face he could smell her arousal.&nbsp; That made her cheeks color even more but also brought about a new feeling of determination.&nbsp; If everyone in the room already knew how she was feeling, then why not act on it?&nbsp; This was probably going to be her only chance to ever get her hands on Daphne's naked body.&nbsp; Scooby wouldn't stop her.. not with his gentle acknowledgement of her feeling earlier.&nbsp; And if the redhead didn't like it, tough!&nbsp; She'd still need their help to find whoever was after her, and if she disappeared from their lives after that it wouldn't be much different than how things had been after the gang split up.&nbsp; So with a new found courage, Velma looked directly into her friend's eyes and stated firmly "You've been a bad girl, Daphne."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 01:29:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This was probably the most embarrassing moment of Daphne's life. Seeing scoob come haring around the corner made her heart go wild. The hound skidded to a stop and crashed into a crate of small metallic things. "Gmph! Grgu-gu!" She gurgled from behind the gag. And then, horror of horrors and joy of joys, Velma trotted around the corner too.<br><br>Daphne went pink from her scalp to her nipples, when she saw how Velma looked at her. <em>Oh god. Velma? No! You don't... You DO! Oh... Jeepers!</em> The realisation that Velma was as madly in love with her as Fred had been... That was just weird!<br><br>But then the look changed. Suddenly, Velma was promising everything that Fred had not. Fred had been a kind, gentle lover, and Daphne had very quickly got bored with their sex. It was why she had left him, in the end. Now Velma, suddenly, was telling her she was going to be punished? Daphne shuddered with delightful anticipation and moaned softly, shaking her head slowly 'no', but her eyes met Velma's and said very clearly, 'yes'.<br><br>High up towards the ceiling at the front end of the room, unnoticed by the three, a small red light came on, triggered on a time delay by Scooby-Doo pushing the door to the room open. The soft whirring sound of the cine-camera was lost in the ambient noise from the street outside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 01:54:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scooby blinked.&nbsp; This was...unexpected.&nbsp; Normally the bad guys just tied Daphne up!&nbsp; He turned to Velma in hopes that the bookworm might possibly be able to explain this bizarre alteration of The Usual Development.<br><br>Between the scent of aroused human female and the look on Velma's face, he quickly realized that enlightenment was not likely to be forthcoming.&nbsp; Thus the Great Dane rolled his eyes and kept trotting forward until he could rest his chin next to Daphne's head.&nbsp; Making puppy eyes in Velma's direction, he waited to see what would happen next.<br><br>"Roo it," he sniggered as Velma announced that Daphne had been bad.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 02:59:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The encouragement from her companions, both verbal and non, brought a smile to the brunette's face.&nbsp; She was really doing it.&nbsp; Living out her fantasy in real life.&nbsp; Careful to keep her grin more malicious than ecstatic, she casually made her way over to the box.&nbsp; Her heart was thudding and she felt like she could pass out any moment, but she portrayed the most calm demeanor she could manage as she gazed over the tools.<br><br>"Hmm... what first?&nbsp; As I said, you've been a very bad girl.&nbsp; Getting caught again. Tsktsk.&nbsp; I would have thought you'd have outgrown such things by now.&nbsp; But apparently you still haven't figured out why being the damsel in distress is a bad thing.&nbsp; Maybe I need to show you what kind of distress you can really be put in."<br><br>The whip and riding crop would definitely need to be used, but not right off the bat.&nbsp; And the dildo would need to wait as well.&nbsp; Picking up the trio of clamps, she turned to face the stretched out model.&nbsp; "I'm sure you know what these are for... No?&nbsp; Well let me show you."&nbsp; Walking up to the wooden rack, the heels of her shoes clacking on the cement, Velma swung the clips gently before letting them dangle from one hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"The first thing we need to do it make sure you're at attention..."&nbsp; Leaning in, she licked at one of the exposed nipples, nearly shuddering in excitement.&nbsp; Then she pulled back a few inches and with a teasing glint in her eyes she gently blew across the moistened nub until it became rock hard.&nbsp; There was hardly even a moment's pause before one hand was grabbing tight onto Daphne's breast as the other released the clamp down onto it.<br><br>"See... someone could have done something like that to you.&nbsp; Maybe even to both of your tits."&nbsp; Velma quickly repeated the actions, doing her best to ignore the wetness that seeped through her panties.&nbsp; "But then we have one more clamp left.&nbsp; I wonder where it should go...."<br><br>Dragging her finger down alongside the chain, the brunette traced across Daphne's tight abs, around the rim of her belly button, and into the trimmed fuzz below.&nbsp; Then twisting her wrist, she pressed up hard against the redhead's button, running across it a few times until her finger was slick with fluid.&nbsp; Two fingers slid back along the mound, pulling back the skin and hood and then the third clamp descended on to the engorged clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 19:24:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Another canine snigger erupted.<br><br>"Rowch!"<br><br>Scooby came around to inspect Velma's handiwork, his cold nose nudging the clit clamp just so, adding a thrill of agony to the experience.<br><br>"Rice rand right," he nodded with approval, waggling his eyebrows at Velma...then gave Daphne's inner thigh a nibble.&nbsp; A love-bite, really, just hard enough to threaten bruising.&nbsp; He gave her a matching bite on her other thigh, then backed off to let Velma get back to work.<br><br>Well, sort of.&nbsp; She got a bite, too...right on her butt, followed by a very distracting lick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 22:32:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dapnhe made protesting noises behind the gag in her mouth, but she did not want Velma to stop.<br><br>Her nipples were already hard and Velma's mouth just made them painfully so. The clamp thing tightened on her nipple and she yelped in pain, squirming and wriggling, the pain suddenly jumping up tenfold but bringing with it vast amounts of pleasure. The chain dragged heavily on her abused nipple even as Velma attached the second one, and Daphne whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. She shook her head 'no', but she knew in her heart - in her sex - that she wanted Vel to carry on.<br><br>The third clamp tightened on her and she squealed in pain, wriggling in agonized pleasure. Her clit had never seen much action and the sensitive but hitherto underused little nub was suddenly pouring sensation into her body faster than she could deal with it. Her hips began to buck forward, as her thigh muscles quivered.<br><br>And then Scoob decided to get in on the act and nipped her casually on her inner thighs. That was too much and with an explosive whimper behind her gag, she climaxed, squirting her juices out over the floor.<br><br>As her orgasm subsided, Daphne dangled from her wrists, panting for breath, her chest heaving up and down, she rolled her eyes at Velma, now pleading to be let down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 23:10:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scooby sniggered, giving Velma's firm butt another gentle bite.<br><br>"Rut's wrong, Raphne?"<br><br>He trotted around to the side, nudging the clit clamp with his nose again before licking her flank.&nbsp; Craning his neck a little to extend his reach, he got almost to her armpits...then licked her underboob, his cold nose against her feverish skin for a moment.<br><br>"Ragain," he said to Velma.&nbsp; "Roo rat ragain!&nbsp; Rad rittle Raphne..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tad</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 06:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The nips at her butt only served to heighten Velma's arousal.&nbsp; Daphne had had her release, but the bespectacled detective was still waiting for her chance.&nbsp; Moving back to the pile of goodies, she decided to really ramp things up.&nbsp; Taking the riding crop in one hand and the battery powered toy in her other, she turned back on the other woman.<br><br>"But things could be even worse.&nbsp; I know you're no virgin... Fred wasn't that much of a gentleman... but I wonder how much else you've had shoved up inside you.&nbsp; Someone could take advantage of that pretty little hole if you don't take better care of yourself."<br><br>She stepped forward and let the redhead see what was in both her hands.&nbsp; "There's rules for this next part.&nbsp; No flinching... no struggling.&nbsp; You just take it like a good girl, or I'll be forced to show you just how bad you're being..."&nbsp; She gave the crop a quick flick to show what she meant.<br><br>She began to move around the other woman when another dirty idea struck her.&nbsp; Pausing and looking at her partner in crime she grinned.&nbsp; "Of course we want to make sure everything's nice and moist.&nbsp; Scooby...if you'd do the honors...."&nbsp; Velma held out the device for his attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's No Mystery - Chrystal, Tad &amp; MadPanda</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 18:22:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scooby rolled his eyes, then gave the toy a good slobbery lick.<br><br>"Ruck!&nbsp; Rastic-y!"<br><br>Still, disappointment with the taste aside, he made sure the wicked little helper was good and slick with his spit before he sat back on his haunches for a moment and stretching.<br><br>"Rut's ratt ror, ragain?"<br><br>Playing innocent was ruined when he gave Velma's butt a quick nibble.
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