No.

"No, I can't give it to you, I worked hard for this shirt!" I told her.

"Well I can see that." She said, gesturing to the stain. "But like you said you owe me!"

"I don't owe you that much." I turned and opened the door to velma's room and walked out into the corridor.

"Give me the shirt!" I heard her yell from behind me. She tugged on the bottom of the shirt and pulled it up.

"No!" I turned around and pulled it back off her with my hands.

She reached for it again, and I instinctively reached for her skirt. We tugged at each others clothing until she pushed me. I fell onto the floor, tearing he rskirt and bringing it with me.

"Now you've ruined my skirt too!" She jumped down ontop of me, and we rolled around the hallway. Her in her bra and panties, me in Shaggy's t-shirt, pulled up around my waist. Eventually she pinned me down, straddling my waist. She tried to pull the shirt off me, getting it so far up, that my boobs were out!

It was at that point I noticed we had gathered an audience. All the guys including Uncle Stanley were standing watching us in the hallway!

"What's going on girls!?" Fred yelled. Velma stopped pulling the shirt and looked up at him.