The Mystery of Freddy's Missing Comb Part 1

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the gang or for that matter Freddy's comb, although I do own the comb's double…

As we all know; Fred loved himself. He did everything he could to keep himself looking good. For instance every morning he would wake up, go into the bathroom, get his comb and comb his hair exactly 1,396,823 times. Never more or less than that amount of time. For this reason his comb was the second love of his life. (The first being himself). In this fanfic on the 13th of every month Fred loses his comb and each time there is a different reason for it not being there. Enough of me, on with the fanfic!

It was the thirteenth of January and the gang were still tired from their New Year's party that had ended only the day before yesterday (the 11th). Fred was woken by his alarm clock at the unearthly hour of 7:00. He nearly threw it out of the window but then saw that it had his face on it and decided not to. He got out of bed groggily and made his way to the bathroom to comb his hair using his beloved comb. He entered the bathroom and went to the sink which was where he kept his comb. He reached for his comb but his hand came into contact with the sink.

There was a loud scream that woke the rest of the gang. Fred had run to the stairs and fainted. Everybody else stood watching. "What's wrong with him?" said Velma. "Oh my God. Scooby, what did you do!" shouted Daphne. "Ri ridn't ro ranything, Raphne. Rit ras Raggy!" Said Scoob. " Don't blame it on me!" replied shaggy. Fred got up. "My precious, gone!" shouted Fred. "What have you lost this time, Fred?" asked Velma. "My…..beloved……..COMB!". "Now lets think logically, Fred. Where did you last have it?". " I don't know, Velma, I don't know!" The gang all set off in search of Freddy's comb. Soon they had covered the bathroom and Fred's bedroom. "Where is it?" said Fred. "Ris it rin rour rocket?" asked scooby. "Shut up scoob, of course it's not in Fred's pocket, otherwise we would have found it hours ago." said shaggy. "Actually scooby has a good point.". Fred checked his pockets and sure enough: "MY COMB!" screamed Fred. "Ri rold rou ro!" said scoob, triumphantly. "Guess what gang," said Daphne. "What?" shouted everybody else except for Fred, who is combing his hair. "It's lunch time!" Replied Daphne. Everybody (apart from Fred who is doing the afore-mentioned) ran to eat with Scooby and Shaggy in the lead.

THE END

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