Getting lost in her indulgence, she didn't notice when her door was being pushed in, nor the body that was sneaking past the doorway. He managed to cross the room unseen, passing by silently and stealthily until the very last moment.

Getting too eager, Scooby was drawn to the smell of popcorn and had trotted all the way up the stairs to find where the smell was coming from. Finally at his destination, he couldn't help himself. Raising up, he plopped his big paws at the edge of the bed with a heavy thud. Bringing attention to him, and his desire. Shooting her the biggest pair of begging puppy eyes he could muster.

With the impact to the side of her bed, Daphne had been so captivated by her treat, that she didn't see Scooby until it was too late. Getting hit by both barrels, the red head reeled back trying to fight against it. Pickup up the top of the tin she shoved it between her and him, squishing his face in the lid in hopes to avoid the face he was making. But it was the wrong move, as the lid still had small bits of flavor on it, since Daphne kept the tin on its side and the popcorn leaned up against the metal in it's hiding spot.

So Scooby took this as an offering and slurped greedily at the metal. Making sure to lick it clean, and her fingers that sat at the edges.

"Ewwwww… Scooby. No no… My popcorn."

Pulling the lid away, it was already slobbered on and devoid of any remaining flavoring. But it wasn't enough, Scooby wanted more. Pressing his advantage, Scooby stood up, and moved his big head towards the open top of the canister.

"Oh no you don't!" Gripping the tin, Daphne clung to it and tried to twist out of the way and raise it out of his range. But Scooby was a long boy and kept coming, snaking around and trying to reach the popcorn. Earning a foot thrust against his chest as Daphne frantically tried to keep her prize away from the hungry Dane.

And this is the scene that Fred came across. He had been downstairs, watching some TV in the living room while Scooby had been sleeping. But suddenly the Dane's head whipped around, sniffing the air. And soon the dog had scrambled off the couch and made a bee line for the upstairs. And while he was down there, that meant that there was only one person he was after. Poor Daphne.

"Heh, looks like Scooby found you snacking…"

"… You could help you know. Rather then just laughing." Trying to keep Scooby from her treat, she was in an awkward position, between keeping the container from his mouth by reaching her arms out as far as she could away from him. To the firm placement of her foot against the bed and him. Though it was doing little to deter the eager Scooby. And Daphne was not asserting herself very well as an Alpha, for the dog to be listening to her whiny protests.

"Alright, I'll give you a hand." Chuckling a bit more, Fred cleared his throat and changed the octave in his voice to a more commanding one. Straighten himself up, he gave Scooby a proper command.

"Scooby… Down."

Stopping and bring his head around to look at Fred, he saw how serious he was. Huffing once, he pulled back and got down off of the bed and put all four paws to the ground.

"R'aw. Shucks"

"Thanks Fred. Pfttt." While some of her hair was still bound by the pencil, the rest was in her face from the struggle. Blowing air and pushing it out of the way as she tried to straighten herself out and get back to a normal sitting position.

"Well, he was a good boy… So, doesn't a good boy deserve a treat?" Fred instigated, his words sending Scooby into a small dance, though he was still under the 'down' command, so he just wiggled in place and thumped his tail around. Agreeing with Fred's suggestion whole heartedly.

Sighing a bit, Daphne gave Fred a flat look as she tossed some of her hair to the side and out of the way. But, Scooby had in fact, been a good boy and listened… to Fred. Wiping her hand off on the nearby blanket, she reached in the tin and grabbed a small handful and tossed it at Scooby. Her nails already going to need a touch up, after this tussle. So, it was already past the point of avoiding it.

"R'ay!' Yipped Scooby, catching the tossed popcorn in seconds and scarfing the offering… Before realizing there was no more left. "R'aw… Ro more?"

"Hey, I'm hungry too!" Daphne defended, shoving a handful into her own mouth.

"Well, it is getting close to dinner time. Want to put that away and just go for some real food?" Fred offered, hearing Daphne's growling stomach from where he stood. And knowing that Scooby would always agree for food when it was offered.

"Rah rah! Rinner!"

"What is Shaggy doing? Is he working on anything for tonight?" Daphne wondered as she licked her hand clean.

"Well, he had to help his dad with something, but he wasn't back when I last was down there. So, we could always leave him a note and he could join us when he came back. Or if he doesn't make it back by then, we can always get him a doggy bag." Fred suggested, figuring that he would be hungry either way when he got back. He would either join them there or end up eating any left over they would bring home just for him.

"Hm, that works. What about Velma? Is she home?" Daphne had been bent over her own work, that she hadn't seen the woman for hours. She wasn't sure what had happened to Velma in that time.

"R'ill go ret her!" For the call off food, Scooby would go get Velma. Turning on his heel, he took off and made a clatter as he raced to get Velma ready so they could get food quicker.

"I'll go make sure he doesn't drag her by her sweater this time… Get dressed and I'll meet you down stairs?"

"Yeah, that works. Thanks."

Raising his hand behind him, Fred gave a small wave and moved out of her room. Closing the door behind him, to make it easier for her to get dressed into fresh, less frumpy clothing. Heading after the Dane to make sure he didn't run over Velma like he had done with Daphne in the sake of food.

This left Daphne to be able to clean off the slobbered top and put it back on for the popcorn tin. Making sure to tuck the container back into where she had hidden it before.

"Hm… I will have to think about hiding it in a better spot, if Scooby has it in his head to try to look for it. But I'll worry about that later. I wonder if Fred and Velma won't mind going to Carlos' place. I could use some ranch slathered chicken tenders and I think Julio is working for some amazing Root beer! Oh well, better get myself ready and ask if they don't mind going. A nice meal after slaving all day doing paperwork. Might as well guilty pleasure myself with tasty food for a job well done!"