The gang hung out a lot together that June. They invited me to come along, checking out police blotters and discussing urban legends. I met with the group, and recounted my experiences with the paranormal here in Crystal Cove. It was as if I had flipped a switch on some kind of mystery machine. I told them all about the unsolved cases I knew. Any of the details I didn't know I made up (usually through pantomime). They escorted me out to the backyard and I waited.
They came out a little while later and Velma said, "Well?"
I said, "Rell rhat?"
"Are you in or not?"
I was in. This was pretty much how we formed Mystery Inc. In a couple days I packed up and quit my job. Shaggy sold his bike. I had no idea what was going to happen. I left my old life behind like a great dane breaking his leash.
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