A car is driven into a town called Gatorsburg, population 3. The car drives past houses which are abandoned and nearly destroyed.
Mother: Are you sure this is New York City?
Father: Yeah, absolutely, now, if I'm not mistaken this here is, uh, Broadway. What's that street sign say?
Mother: "Gator Avenue."
Father: Hm. I wonder how far Gator Avenue is from Broadway.
Tween Girl: According to this map, 2,000 miles.
Father: Well, in that case, we're going to need to fill up the tank, ha ha.
They pull into a gas station and the father exits the car.
Father: Hello? Hello, anybody there? Hello?
The father goes away from the car as the family's dog exits the car and starts to growl at something.
Tween Girl: Puddles!
Puddles runs away barking as the girl chases him.
Tween Girl: Come back!
Puddles enter a bush, and the girl looks for him.
Tween Girl: Puddles?
She sees something in the bush and reaches for it only to see a gator which is human size, and it is trying to attack her. The girl screams while running to the car.
Tween Girl: Gator Man!
Father: Oh, sweetie, there's no such thing as-
The gator hops out of the bushes and crawling on all four.
Father: Gator Man!
The father enters the car just in time before the Gator could get him. A second gator is on the front windshield as they speed off only to stop for Puddles.
Tween Girl: Puddles!
The dog hops in the car and they drive off.
Y/N was with his friends in Fred's house, and they were bored out of our minds. They had no mysteries to solve in weeks.
Velma: Oh, I am so bored. We haven't had a mystery in I don't know when!
Y/N: Approximately three weeks, five days, three hours and twenty-one seconds... twenty-two seconds, twenty-three seconds, twenty- Whatever you get the point.
Daphne: Fred, I think I've read every magazine in your house. Huh, what's that?
Y/N: What's what?
Daphne reaches for a magazine, but Fred tries to stop her, but she pulls it.
Daphne: "Traps Illustrated?" Freddy!
Y/N: Wow, that's a new low... Even for you.
Fred: I, uh, I read it for the articles. In fact, it's where I got the idea for this little beauty.
They look and see one of Fred's traps.
Velma: Who do you expect to trap outside your front door?
The doorbell rings and the trap goes off trapping someone.
Fred: Let's find out.
They go to the door and see a mailman.
Mailman: I got a package for, uh, Fred Jones.
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Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated (Male Reader)
FanfictionWhen Y/N was young he and his siblings lost their parents. To find out how it happened Y/N started to become a mystery solver. He eventually meets his friends, Fred Jones, Jr, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, Shaggy Rogers, and Scooby-Doo. Together they...
