Velma Dinkley stands on one of the benches, adjusting her signature orange dress so that it extends all the way to the floor. Her face is determined as she checks the seams, making sure not a single stitch is out of place. Daphne Blake kneels beside her, slipping her feet into the hem of the elongated dress, her lavender shoes poking out. She looks up, grinning with anticipation. "All set, Daphne? This is going to be our best disguise yet!" "I just hope my shoulders can handle it. Up you go, Velma!"

Daphne crouches, bracing herself as Velma carefully climbs onto her shoulders. The long dress stretches to cover them both, the fabric falling in crisp, defined lines with bright orange hues and soft shading. With an awkward wiggle, the two girls achieve their totem pole trench formation. Daphne's feet peek out subtly from beneath the dress, while Velma's glasses glint under the sunlight. "Steady... I can see through the little opening. Just try not to wobble too much!" "If anyone asks, we're just a tall, mysterious visitor."

Velma stands confidently, one hand on her hip and the other raised in a friendly greeting to the museum guard. The dress hangs in a clean vertical line, the only hints of their secret being a faint ripple in the fabric and the tiniest variance in height as Daphne adjusts her stance. The guard glances over, momentarily puzzled by the figure’s unusual height and the small, shifting movement near the hem of the dress. "Lovely day for totem pole appreciation, isn't it?" The guard nods uncertainly, scratching his head.

Daphne's[/@ch_2] shoes peeking from under the dress. Ancient wooden poles rise around them, their painted surfaces vibrant under the soft, frontal lighting.] Velma scans the room carefully, her expression focused as she searches for clues. She gestures subtly, directing Daphne to move toward a suspicious display case. "Left... no, your other left. There, by the raven carving," "Keep steady, I think I see something glittering behind the glass!"

Daphne's[/@ch_2] lavender shoes for a split second. The guard looks over again, suspicion flickering in his eyes. Brilliant highlights shimmer along the dress, making the girls' teamwork all the more vital.] Velma quickly lowers her raised hand, smoothing the fabric as she offers a casual wave. Daphne shifts her footing, careful not to break their vertical alignment. "Oops! Just a draft in here, nothing to see," "I hope we don't have to stack up like this for too much longer, my arms are falling asleep,"

Velma beams with satisfaction, her hand still confidently on her hip. Daphne's feet march purposefully forward, her posture unwavering despite the weight above her. "Mission accomplished. Next time, can I be on top?" "Only if you promise to let me pick the shoes," The two share a quiet chuckle, their teamwork shining as brightly as the highlights on their iconic disguise.