[ EU ] Scooby Doo and the gang have stumbled upon a case which they are having a great deal of trouble solving . Hire a fictional detective/consultant from to help investigate the case .

*Before the first breath of life is drawn and after the last is released, a million souls swirl in the murky depths of a stirred universe. I have seen it. Souls merge and split, each taking a piece of those they leave behind until, finally, they're called back into this world. An inexorable link is formed with the universe, and with the lives of those we meet in the stream, allowing us to know things we can not know and do things that can not be done. Some call it magic, witchcraft; others, miracles or divine will. But to what end? If we're all just drops of water in the ocean, is life as random as it seems to be? And what great force calls us back from the void to live anew in this seemingly unknowable world? * 
 
 
 Fred loosened his ascot, and wiped a hand across his forehead. Louisiana in August had been taking its toll on his normally perfect blond hair. Even here, in the New Orleans International Airport, the air conditioning did n't seem to be doing quite enough. 
 
 
 Daphne was sitting next to him, and had had better sense than to wear something as warm as an ascot and long-sleeved shirt in this heat. She spaced out, staring as the luggage began to emerge from the chute and spin around the rotunda. 
 
 
 Velma had convinced Shaggy to grab some food, which was a first, but did n't take much effort. She sat across from him, at a table in front of some sandwich shop they'd never heard of, nibbling at her grilled ham and cheese. 
 
 
 Shaggy sighed and looked down at his own plate. Velma had ordered him the biggest sandwich on the menu, with extra toppings. He could only think about how much Scoob' would have liked it. Tears welled up in his eyes. 
 
 
 `` Scooby-Doo,'' he whispered, halfway to a prayer, `` where are you?'' 
 
 
 Passengers of the incoming flight had begun their exodus into the fan-flapping oven that was New Orleans. Freddy and Daphne stood up, scanning the crowd that was slowly forming around the luggage. Daphne spotted them first. A tall, stubbly middle-aged man and a shorter, red-headed woman had pushed through the crowd and were reaching for their suitcases. 
 
 `` Special Agent Fox Mulder,'' the man said a minute later, `` this is Special Agent Dana Scully.'' The four exchanged handshakes. 
 
 `` Hey guys, pleasure to meet you. I'm Fred Jones of Mystery Incorporated, and this is Daphne Blake. I want to thank you for coming all the way out here to help us out. I ca n't remember the last time a case has been this hard, or this personal.'' 
 
 `` Agent Mulder has informed me that we're here looking for a missing person,'' Scully said, `` do you have a picture?'' 
 
 `` Oh, yeah, sure.'' Fred retreived his wallet and flashed a picture of the Great Dane to Scully and Mulder. Mulder smirked, and Scully's eyes widened as subtly as she could manage. 
 
 `` Could you excuse me while I talk to my partner for a moment?'' she asked. Fred looked between the two agents uncertainly, worried he'd done something wrong. 
 
 `` Of course,'' Daphne said, `` come along Fred, let's go find Velma and Shaggy.'' 
 
 `` Mulder, please tell me you did n't book us a 3 AM flight to New Orleans to help someone look for a lost dog.'' 
 
 `` A lost *talking* dog, Scully,'' Mulder said. 
 
 `` And who told you that he was a talking dog? The guy who looks like he's stepped out of a 70's movie?'' 
 
 `` No, their friend Shaggy.'' 
 
 `` And is this Shaggy another talking dog?'' 
 
 `` Do n't be ridiculous Scully,'' Mulder said, walking towards where Fred and Daphne had headed, `` dogs ca n't hold phones.'' 
 
 Scully sighed and went after him.
