As soon as his younger sister had pointed out on where the gang seemed to be gathering, Shaggy followed closely behind her with a smile. “I guess we’re all going to Spooky Island, man!”, he said, having to surprisingly give off a rather happy disposition, even though he was about ready to have a full-on panic attack a few hours earlier. It’s amazing how much of mentioning a simple food buffet would brighten his spirits! 

"Where's Scoob?", Fred asked them. As if on cue, the talking dog himself was seen clumsily walking towards the gate in what seems to be a woman's outfit, with a hat and heels, causing quite an amount of attention from the crowd. “They won’t allow big dogs on the plane”, Shaggy explained. “So, we came up with this”, his sister added, with an embarrassed smile. “Clearly, not my best work”. [i]This[/i] was Shaggy's idea, and all Maggie could do was cover her eyes in embarrassment at the scene, though was chuckling on the inside. 

Hearing their names being called out, the two siblings looked at the bag tower behind Daphne, spotting a familiar face. “Calla!”, Maggie smiled, having to walk over, and give the shorter, young woman a hug...with Shaggy having to take the other side. "How're you doing?", he asked, during the hug. At the same time, the talking, disguised dog had already made it to the group. “Aloha!”