Giovanni walked down the busy street through the crowd of people surveying the damage from a bakery explosion, completely unaware that it was not indeed a bakery exploding and that the two men taken to the hospital were indeed going to St. Mungo's along with a few curious muggles who had seen too much. Completely disinterested and really just looking for a place to get firecrackers for a prank, he came across Prince.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked the cat.

"What? Aren't you afraid some muggle will see us talking and go bonkers or start calling the cops?"

"Me? What have I got to worry about? You're the talking cat. You're the one they'd sell to the circus, not me."

"Touche!"

"So, what ARE you doing here?" Giovanni asked again.

"Didn't they ever tell you that curiosity is an annoying trait in people?"

"But it can't get me killed," the boy countered.

"On the contrary, it quite possibly can. But not by me and besides I like you. You get me those kitty treats I like so much."

"They're Scooby Snacks and they're actually dog treats but whatever."

"They taste sooooooooo good, that's all that matters," Prince said rolling on the ground purring.

Giovanni bent over and picked up the cat. "C'mon let's take this on the road. This story isn't moving along fast enough."

"I love Velma and Daphne," Prince said.

"So, anyways. The big boss sent me out to get some things but I just want some firecrackers. Crazy things, firecrackers. If you mix them with nitrous oxide you get ..." before he could finish, a shadowy figure jumped out of the bushes and knocked him to the ground. "Get off me!" he yelled. He couldn't break free because his arms were pinned to his sides. Prince had managed to jump aside to safety and cowered under a bush.

"Shaggy's funny but Scooby's always been funnier," he continued then started laughing as he remembered an old joke.

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"Seriously, my pants?" Ottery exclaimed.

"I needed to transform something and they were the only thing around," Tiffany shouted back.

"Seriously! Seriously! Nobody else here wears pants?" Ottery yelled. "You can kiss your Manet goodbye."

"It was a Matisse you ... boy you." Tiffany threw back.

"Honestly mate, that was a fair bit of magic, that." Dean said coming to Tiffany's defense.

"She did save our lives, she did, Otts," the sandy haired boy added, patting Ottery on the shoulder. "It was your pants or us, mate. I'm just glad it was your pants."

"Could someone at least conjure me up a barrel with straps or something?" Ottery asked.

Clucky walked out of the pyramid last, trailing a bit of mummy wrapping. Ottery shivered, Tiffany laughed, Dean rolled his eyes, and Seamus explained, "She wants a bit of a souvenir. This being her first big adventure and all."

"This is insane," Dean said. "Who'd stick us in a tomb with mummies and what are you lot doing here anyways, Otts? Did you come to get us for an assignment?"

"Actually yes, we did." Ottery replied. "Some cretins hijacked my headquarters and they're using my friends and operatives like Teddy uses dynamite."

"He means indiscriminately," Tiffany interjected.

Clucky clucked. "Paaaakaaaaaaawk?"

"What? I can talk to cats but ... I'm not fluent in chicken. Where's Dr. Doolittle when you need him?" Ottery pronounced.

"What she said was, what are you wanting to do about it, mate?" Seamus interrupted.

"Do about it? Do about it? Sweetie, I'm doing it right now." Ottery replied. Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to finish but seeing that he had finished, Tiffany explained.

"Ottery's hosting the first ever Chocolate Paris Lover's Day Ball," she replied. "Don't ask me what that's supposed to do to help our situation but it's supposed to."

"It will. You see, I've invited everyone who's anyone to be there. Once I get all my players on the board, I'll strike."

"With bubbly, I'm sure," Tiffany replied.

"With more than that, love, with more than that," Ottery replied, laughing.

"And how exactly do you plan to get everyone there?" Dean asked.

"With this!" Ottery exclaimed and pointed to his satchel.

"A bag of Scooby Snacks?" Dean asked.

"No, those are for Prince, he asked me to get him some if I was in Egypt." Then he pulled out a long cylinder and smirked. It contained within it the object so many people sought.

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AN: By now you're wondering how this crazy mess will all come together aren't you? Well, funny. So am I.

Connie: As for what Freddie will be doing Connie DUN DUN DUUUUUUN we shall see, won't we? We shall see. I just like that smilie see the is for shock value I love sweet potatoes.