Scooby Doo: "Whispers Of Crystal Cove"

S1Ep2: The Creeping Creatures

I couldn't help but chime in, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Sure you do," I teased, earning a sharp glare from Fred.

Fred gulped and quickly changed the subject. "It's where I got the idea for this little beauty," he said, pointing to the trap he had constructed by the front door.

"Who do you expect to trap outside your front door?" Velma asked, genuinely curious about Fred's peculiar contraption.

At that precise moment, the doorbell rang, triggering the trap, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the postman being ensnared by it. "Oh, great," I muttered, heading to the front door and opening it to find the postman hanging upside down.

"Package for Fred Jones," the postman said, holding a brown package.

"I'm his brother, so I'll take that," I stated, accepting the package and closing the front door. I handed it to Fred, who then activated the lever to reset the trap. As I walked away, I couldn't help but overhear the postman's pained thud as he hit the ground. "Hope that doesn't lead to a lawsuit," I muttered to myself.

After Fred placed the box on the table, I took charge and opened it. Velma swiftly grabbed the letter inside, and as she read it, she gasped. "It's from Mr. E," she explained, just as a strangely timed lightning flash illuminated the room, followed by a rumble of thunder.

"'Saved this for a rainy day. Enjoy,'" Velma recited the words from the letter.

Daphne hugged her arms together. "Mr. E gives me the creeps," she said, glancing in my direction. "Be careful searching it."

"Yeah, because who knows, maybe I'll find a bomb to end my existence," I retorted sarcastically as I began to sift through the contents of the package.

I pulled out a handbag with a design resembling a gator, which caught Daphne's eye. "Scratch that, cute purse," she remarked, reaching for it, but Velma snatched it away before she could grab it.

Fred took note of the label and read it aloud. "'100% pure gator made in Gatorsburg.'"

"Gatorsburg?" Scooby inquired, clearly unaware of the reference.

"But that's impossible," Daphne objected. "Gatorsburg hasn't manufactured gator products in decades."

"Not since the gator mines dried up," Velma added, interjecting with her knowledge.

"Gator mines?" Scooby asked, shaking from fear as another ominous thunder and lightning flash went off.

I decided to share what I knew about it. "Gatorsburg was founded in the 1800s when a group of prospectors searching for gold struck something more valuable-Alligator," I explained.

Velma took charge, delving further into the history. "Gatorsburg had more alligators than anywhere in the world, and overnight it became a boomtown."

I joined in, adding, "The town became famous for its gator skin products. Then the gator wells ran dry, and Gatorsburg became a ghost town." I finished, explaining, which seemed to surprise Velma. "Told you I was smart," I teased, noticing a hint of a blush on her face.

"Like, it says it was made in Gatorsburg," Shaggy mentioned, clearly puzzled.

Scooby sniffed the bag. "Smells new," he informed the group.

Fred clapped his hands together. "Gang, we have a mystery on our hands."

"Oh, sweet Christmas, finally," Velma expressed, clearly excited.

Everyone sprinted out the door, but I paused to witness the trap activating and ensnaring my friends. After quickly resetting the trap, I helped everyone up and guided them to the Mystery Machine to embark on our exploration and uncover the details of this intriguing new mystery.