like man this is gonna be amazing

We called it. ❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉

Ay!! Thanks for the support 🥰🥰🥰

You’re a star! Thank you for being you 🤩

26:36, Always gotta adress The Elephant in the Room@@JayBeeMilly

She’s awesome!

Thank you so much!!! The support means a lot to us 🤩👌

@@JayBeeMilly 26:35, It was a Matter of Time when The Elephant in the Room would be adressed.

Thank you so much!! This was definitely a dream come true

😍🥰

That’s awesome 🤩

So do I

We’d love to see any version of the Hex Girls, including the Glamrock Hex Girls from Haunted High Rise

@@JayBeeMilly Why is it THAT hard to try reviving it or something?

stay tuned for some brand new terror time coming right up

@@Doo-topia awesome i'll read it after the interview 👍🏻

@@Mitchell_Kirkbride69 thanks it’s like the fencing version of vote velma also when i release the episode dont like all of my comments straight away cause you might get a glimpse of spoilers that’s what i’m scared of

@@Doo-topia ok bro

@@Mitchell_Kirkbride69 do you remember any of my other episodes its been a while

Jeannie: alright master thanks (she rests her head on the table) (she coughs again) Mitchell: hey you want some soup? Jeannie: i want this sickness to leave (she sneezes) (the living room couch turns into a cow) (it runs away) Mitchell: i'll just make you some soup real quick Jeannie: ok master (sniff) (she coughs again) Mitchell: Jeannie what happens if i catch your sickness? Jeannie: humans can't catch magic flu it's only a genie sickness Mitchell: oh ok i didn't know Jeannie: yeah so you don't have to worry about getting sick (she gags a little) (Jeannie runs out and pukes off the deck) Mitchell (thinking): poor girl i feel bad she's sick (Jeannie comes back in) Jeannie: i puked on a bird Mitchell: was it a seagull? Jeannie: i'm pretty sure (she sits back down) (she coughs more) (more snot comes out of her nose) (Mitchell looks through all the different soup) Mitchell: you want chicken noodle? Jeannie: sure (sniff) Mitchell: i'll see if i can find it (he looks for it) Mitchell: man where is it? (grabs a can) mushroom soup (grabs another) pizza and pickle soup? why did i buy this? why would anyone buy this? (he keeps looking) (he grabs a can of chicken noodle) Mitchell: finally (he opens it and a bad smell comes out) (he covers his nose) Mitchell: UGH it smells like hundreds of rats died Jeannie: that's ok master (COUGH) (COUGH) Mitchell: look i'm gonna order some chicken noodle soup from a restaurant real quick (he goes to the phone) Jeannie: best master i've ever had (she sneezes again) (the kitchen table becomes a disco ball) (it rolls away) (Jeannie falls off her chair) (she keeps coughing) Jeannie: it's gonna be a long week (she coughs 3 more times) Mitchell: ok Jeannie the soup will be here in an hour (he sees her laying on the floor) (he runs over to her) Mitchell: are you ok? Jeannie: i'm so sick i don't have the strength to get back up (Mitchell grabs her hand and helps her up) (he holds onto her so she doesn't fall again) Mitchell: man i feel so bad you're sick Jeannie Jeannie: why? you didn't make me sick it's just something that happens to genies every 2 years Mitchell: do you at least get a heads up before it happens? Jeannie: nope you could just wake up and it'll all come at once (Mitchell takes Jeannie upstairs) Jeannie: why are we going upstairs? Mitchell: i'm gonna let you lay down (they go in Mitchell's room) Jeannie: i don't think i can go back in my bottle Mitchell: that's ok you can sleep in my bed Jeannie: no i can sleep on a couch Mitchell: no Jeannie you need to get comfortable (he lays Jeannie down in his bed) (he tucks her in) Mitchell: there you go Jeannie (Jeannie coughs again) Jeannie: thanks master (Mitchell grabs a bucket from his closet) Mitchell: here's a bucket in case you need to throw up again (Jeannie takes it) Jeannie: thanks master this is real sweet of you (sniff) Mitchell: no problem Jeannie you just get some rest i'll bring you your soup when it gets here (Mitchell leaves the room) (Jeannie falls asleep)

(the next day) (Mitchell is watching TV) (he turns it off) Mitchell: i better go check on Jeannie (he gets up and goes upstairs) (he goes in his room) (Jeannie looks and sees him) Mitchell: hey Jeannie how are you feeling? Jeannie: i feel a little better today Mitchell: you sound a little better you don't act like a zombie Jeannie: mmmm brains (they both laugh) (Jeannie coughs again) (she sniffs) (Mitchell looks through a drawer) (he grabs something) Mitchell: here Jeannie rub this on your chest it'll help with your cough Jeannie: you rub it on my chest Mitchell: you want me to rub it on? Jeannie: yeah Mitchell: um i mean you sure? Jeannie: don't be shy master i've seen you stare at them Mitchell: how could i not? they're perfect Jeannie: thank you Mitchell: well if you're perfectly fine with it i'll do it (Mitchell rubs the stuff on Jeannie's chest for her) (Jeannie giggles a little and coughs) Jeannie: that tickles a little bit Mitchell: sorry didn't mean for that Jeannie: it's ok Mitchell: i am glad you're starting to act like your old self Jeannie: me too (she coughs again) (Mitchell finishes rubbing) Mitchell: there you go Jeannie: thanks master Mitchell: if you need something else let me know Jeannie: i will (Mitchell grabs a bell from another drawer) Mitchell: if you need something ring this bell (he gives it to Jeannie) (Jeannie rings the bell) Mitchell: you need something or are you testing it? Jeannie: testing it but before you go i do need something else Mitchell: alright Jeannie: can i have a hug? Mitchell: sure Jeannie (Mitchell gives Jeannie a hug) (Jeannie smiles) (they stop hugging) Mitchell: there you go Jeannie: that felt good (doorbell rings) Mitchell: that better be the glow in the dark spray paint i ordered 3 weeks ago (he leaves the room) (at the front door) (Mitchell opens it and sees Zach Austin & Kimberly) Zach: yo Mitchell Kimberly: you wanna hang out? Mitchell: sorry guys i can't Austin: how come? Mitchell: Jeannie's sick so i'm taking care of her Kimberly: that's nice you're taking care of her Mitchell: actually you guys can hang out with me here Austin: um i don't think i will cause i don't wanna get sick Zach: yeah nothing against Jeannie but we just don't wanna get sick Mitchell: relax guys she's upstairs we'll just stay downstairs Kimberly: what about you? you're taking care of her Mitchell: i'm being careful Zach: well just remember sickness can jump out any time LIKE A NINJA Mitchell: i know i know (they all go inside) (the bell rings) Austin: what was that? Mitchell: that was Jeannie i better see what she needs (he goes upstairs) Kimberly: i'm still worried about getting sick Zach: me too (in the room) (Mitchell walks in the room) Mitchell: need something? Jeannie: i was curious who's at the door Mitchell: it was Zach Austin and Kimberly Jeannie: oh ok i didn't know (she coughs again) (she grabs the bucket) Jeannie: i feel it coming (Mitchell leaves the room) (he hears Jeannie puking again) Mitchell: i'm glad buckets don't talk cause i'd never hear the end of it

(Mitchell goes back downstairs) Zach: what'd she need? Mitchell: she was just curious who was at the door Kimberly: oh ok Austin: well it's just us Mitchell: i know that i told her Kimberly: well anyway what are we gonna do? Mitchell: maybe play some video games Zach: sounds fun to me Austin: yeah let's do that (they go play video game) (with Jeannie) (Jeannie coughs) (she sneezes) (the bedroom door becomes a fly) (it flies away out the window) Jeannie: i'm gonna change things back to normal when this magic flu is over (she blows her nose in a tissue) (she coughs again) (she falls back asleep) (later) (Mitchell Zach Austin & Kimberly are still playing video games) Austin: this is fun Mitchell: yeah it is glad you guys came over Kimberly: are you gonna need help with Jeannie? Mitchell: nah i can handle taking care of her Zach: you sure man? Mitchell: yeah i got it Austin: alright than man Kimberly: for now let's just enjoy the video game Zach: yeah i'm winning Kimberly: you won't be for long Zach: we'll see about that (they keep playing) (later) Mitchell: can't believe Austin won Zach: i know right? i was so close Austin: i knew what i was doing Kimberly: good job Austin Austin: thank you Mitchell: well that was fun Kimberly: i think i'm gonna go home Austin: me too Zach: same to be honest Mitchell: it was good seeing you guys Kimberly: you too Zach: good luck with Jeannie being sick Mitchell: thanks (all 3 of them leave) (Mitchell goes upstairs to check on her) (the next day) (Jeannie is still in Mitchell's bed coughing) Jeannie: oh man i wish i'd feel better already (she wipes snot away from under her nose) (she sneezes) (the lamp by the bed becomes cheese)

Jeannie: oh brother (she coughs) (Mitchell walks in with breakfast) Mitchell: hey Jeannie i have breakfast for you Jeannie: thanks master (she coughs again) Mitchell: how are you feeling today? Jeannie: about the same as yesterday (sniff) Mitchell: oh well here's your breakfast Jeannie: thanks master ths looks good Mitchell: let me know if you need something else Jeannie (Mitchell leaves the room) (Jeannie starts eating) (she coughs more) (snot drips from her nose again) Jeannie: oh man i completely hate magic flu (she sneezes again) (Mitchell gets to the stairs) (the stairs become a slide) (Mitchell slides down it) (he crashes into the wall) Mitchell: well that hurt (he gets back up) Mitchell: now how am i gonna get up there to her? (he tries climbing up the slide) (he keeps sliding) Mitchell: dang it (he walks out the house) (cuts to Jeannie still eating her food) (she coughs into her hand) Jeannie: if i didn't cough being sick wouldn't be as bad (Mitchell is climbing in the room through the window) Jeannie: what the? master? Mitchell: hey Jeannie Jeannie: what's going on? (sniff) Mitchell: the stairs became a slide Jeannie: oh i'm sorry master when i sneeze while i'm sick something magic happens Mitchell: it's alright Jeannie: i'll try to fix it (she does some magic) (the stairs go back to normal) (Mitchell goes to look) (he sees the stairs are back to normal) (he goes back in the room) Mitchell: ok Jeannie they're back to normal Jeannie: good master (she finishes eating her breakfast) Mitchell: good breakfast? Jeannie: yeah real good thanks (Mitchell takes the plate) Mitchell: just ring the bell if you need something else Jeannie: i will master (sniff) (the next day) (Jeannie is sleeping) (she sneezes in her sleep) (Mitchell is sitting at his desk on the computer) (his desk turns into a bush) Mitchell: what the heck? must've been Jeannie's sick sneezes

(Mitchell gets up) (he goes upstairs to check on Jeannie) (he looks in the bedroom) (Jeannie is peacefully sleeping) (Mitchell walks away) Mitchell (thinking): glad she's getting sleep (he hears Jeannie coughing again) Mitchell (thinking): still wish she wasn't sick (he goes back downstairs) (later) (Mitchell's having lunch) (Jeannie floats in the kitchen) Jeannie: hey master (she coughs again) Mitchell: Jeannie you're up? Jeannie: yeah i feel well enough to properly move Mitchell: you look a lot better Jeannie: thanks to you master (COUGH) (COUGH) Mitchell: i'm glad to be taking care of you Jeannie: this is one of the reasons you're the best master i've ever had Mitchell: thanks Jeannie (Mitchell holds out his fist for a fist bump) Jeannie: probably not a good idea to fist bump my hand is covered in snot Mitchell: ok we'll fist bump when you're not sick anymore Jeannie: well it's been like 4 days so i just have 3 days left of this sickness and....(COUGH) (COUGH) (COUGH)....i'll be all better Mitchell: glad it's almost over Jeannie: yeah (sniff) it's only a week but it feels like an eternity Mitchell: that describes sickness perfectly it always feels like an eternity Jeannie: i am glad magic flu only happens every 2 years wish it was only ever 1000 years or something (COUGH) (COUGH) or never Mitchell: oh well at least it doesn't happen like 3 times a year Jeannie: true that is good at least Mitchell: but i am glad you're getting much better your skin isn't pale anymore it looks like it's back to normal Jeannie: yeah glad to have my perfect tan back (Mitchell pats Jeannie's back) (it makes Jeannie cough) Mitchell: sorry about that Jeannie: it's alright master (COUGH) (COUGH) (sniff) Mitchell: you want some lunch? Jeannie: yeah i'll take some macaroni please Mitchell: ok sure thing Jeannie Jeannie: awesome (Jeannie sits down) (later) (Jeannie finishes her food) Jeannie: that was good master (she coughs again) Mitchell: glad you enjoyed it Jeannie Jeannie: i'm gonna go lay back down Mitchell: alright let me know if you need anything Jeannie: i will master (Jeannie goes back to Mitchell's bed) (the next day)

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I see@@JayBeeMilly

Totally Spies?

OMG I would love that!!!! That’s my dream crossover!

Anything can be possible@@tamarakoenigsberg

Jeannie: alright should be filled up Mitchell: maybe we can put a sign outside Jeannie: what should we call it? Mitchell: how about "you wish it we cook it" Jeannie: cause i'm a genie? Mitchell: we can call it something else Jeannie: well there's a view of the beach and ocean so how about "sea the view eat the food" Mitchell: we'll go with your restaurant name Jeannie: alright here it comes (Jeannie does some magic) (the sign appears) (Mitchell looks and sees it) Mitchell: looks good Jeannie: good Mitchell: i'll call some of my friends over so they can try it (Mitchell gets on the phone) (he starts calling his friends) (Jeannie looks at the sign for herself) Jeannie: this is going to be fun (later) (Jeannie & Mitchell are looking at the set up) Mitchell: this is gonna be fun Jeannie: wait we gotta get ready (Jeannie does some magic) (Mitchell's dressed as a chef) (Jeannie's dressed like a waitress) Mitchell: awesome Jeannie: i hope you're fine being the chef Mitchell: yeah it'll be fine (doorbell rings) Jeannie: i think that's your friends (Mitchell opens the door) Breonna: sup? Zach: uh bro why are you dressed like chef? Kevin: and why is there a sign outside the house Mitchell: yesterday i went to a restaurant it was horrible so Jeannie and i are turning our house into a restaurant for a little while Austin: good reason to open a restaurant Kimberly: i got confused there Mitchell: well you guys are our first customers Jeannie will take your orders (everyone takes their seats) (Mitchell goes in the kitchen) (Jeannie goes around to take orders) Jeannie: what would you all like? Zach: i'll have a cheeseburger Kimberly: lasagna Kevin: lasagna for me too Breonna: meatball sub Austin: i'll take a hotdog (Jeannie writes all that down) Jeannie: coming right up (she goes in the kitchen)

Mitchell: ok what'd they order? Jeannie: the order is a cheeseburger for Zach lasagna for Kimberly & Kevin meatball sub for Breonna and a hotdog for Austin Mitchell: ok thanks Jeannie i'll get on it Jeannie: cool (she sits down watching him cook) Mitchell: maybe this is gonna be easy (the next day) (the whole place is filled with people) (Jeannie goes around taking orders as fast as she can) (Mitchell is trying to cook the food as good and fast as possible) Mitchell: I HAD TO SAY THIS SEEMS EASY (Jeannie comes in) (Mitchell gives her some food to take) (Jeannie takes it out) (Mitchell continues making food) (he finishes making more food) (Jeannie comes in and takes it out) Mitchell: if i didn't say this'd be easy this wouldn't be happening (he finishes more food) (Jeannie takes it out) (later that night) (no more people are in the beach house restaurant) (Mitchell is asleep at the kitchen table) (Jeannie floats in) (she puts a blanket over Mitchell) Jeannie (whispering): good night master (Mitchell wakes up) Mitchell: huh? Jeannie? Jeannie: sorry didn't mean to wake you (Mitchell yawns) Mitchell: what time is it? Jeannie: like 10 o'clock at night Mitchell: oh man who knew running a restaurant was tiring (Jeannie raises her arm but her hand is flopped over) Jeannie: my hand fell asleep from taking so many orders Mitchell: sorry about that Jeannie you don't need to help me with this restaurant thing Jeannie: i don't mind helping with it Mitchell: i think we'll shut it down in 3 days but we'll do it early if it's too much effort cause i'm exhausted Jeannie: you need a hug? Mitchell: a hug and sleep (Jeannie hugs Mitchell) (the next morning) (they're both asleep while hugging) (they both wake up and see) (they both immediately get up) Mitchell: well we must've gotten some good sleep Jeannie: hey i feel better from last night Mitchell: me too Jeannie i think this'd be easier if all the food we give people was already made and we'd justt take their orders and simply bring it out Jeannie: yeah let's do that i'll make sure the food stays fresh (Jeannie does some magic) (a large table of all the food appears in the kitchen)

Mitchell: ok that looks good Jeannie: now it should be easy (Mitchell covers Jeannie's mouth) Mitchell: let's try not to jinx it (Jeannie gives a thumbs up) (Mitchell lets go of her) Jeannie: let's hope this goes well tonight master Mitchell: fingers crossed (later) (people are at the restaurant) (Jeannie's taking orders) Woman: i'll have a bowl of chili Man: i'll have a steak (Jeannie goes in the kitchen) (she brings the chili and steak) (she goes to take more orders) Mitchell: i should help her take orders (Mitchell goes out there to help take orders) (he walks up to a family) Mitchell: what would you all like? Man: we'll have some pizza Mitchell: any specific pizza? Man: pepperoni Mitchell: alright (Mitchell goes to get the pizza) (Jeannie's taking orders at another table) Jeannie: what do you want? Woman: two burgers Jeannie: alright coming up (Jeannie goes to get them) (Mitchell brings the pizza to the table and goes to another one) (later that night) (customers leave) (Jeannie closes the door) Jeannie: that was so much better than last night Mitchell: yeah i'm not as tired Jeannie: me neither thanks for helping me out Mitchell: no problem (they both fist bump) (the door opens) (they both look and see a man in a suit) Mitchell: sorry sir we're closed Man: my name is Leonard McTaste i'm a food critic Jeannie: ok so? Leonard: and i'd like to try some of your food see if i like it or not Mitchell: look can you come back tomorrow or something? we just closed up for the night (Leonard rolls his eyes) Leonard: ugh fine whatever i'll come back tomorrow but i expect to enjoy the food or else Jeannie: or else what? Leonard: or else i'll tell people to stay away from this place Mitchell: so? this restaurant is temporary Jeannie: yeah we're doing it for the fun of it Leonard: that makes no sense at all Mitchell: well it is this is our house we just made into a restaurant for a while

Leonard: i think you're scared an important food critic like me will tell people to avoid this place at all cost (he leaves) Jeannie: i hate those kinds of people Mitchell: whatever we'll cook him a meal tomorrow Jeannie: if anything he should bother that restaurant you had a bad experience with the other night Mitchell: i know right? he should go there and bother them Jeannie: oh well so we're gonna make a meal for him tomorrow? Mitchell: yeah it'll show him this is a good restaurant Jeannie: i guess so anyway you wanna hang out before we go to bed? Mitchell: sure let's go spray paint the a studio in hollywood for fun Jeannie: yes master (Jeannie does some magic) (they disappear) (the next day) (they're getting the restaurant ready) Jeannie: ok master all the food is made and everything is set up Mitchell: awesome but we do need to make a meal for that Leonard dude make it the best meal he's ever had and prove this restaurant is worth visiting Jeannie: but master we're gonna close this restaurant in a couple days Mitchell: i know but still also i was trying o do research on Leonard McTaste and i couldn't find anything Jeannie: really? Mitchell: yeah it's like he doesn't exist Jeannie: hmmmm that's suspicious Mitchell: yeah you can say that again Jeannie Jeannie: we'll have to keep an eye on him Mitchell: good thinking (later) (they're bringing food to people) Breonna: glad we came back here Zach: they make good food Kimberly: i love the chili fries Kevin: me too (Jeannie & Mitchell are both in the kitchen) Mitchell: oh man this is kinda wild i'm sweaty (Jeannie magically makes a rag appear in her hands and wipes sweat off of Mitchell) Mitchell: thank you Jeannie Jeannie: you're welcome Mitchell (Jeannie uses the same rag to wipe sweat off of her) (they hear the door open) (they both look and see Leonard McTaste) Mitchell: there he is Jeannie: the suspicious food critic Mitchell: you take his order and i'll start cooking the best meal i can cook Jeannie: sounds like a plan (they both fist bump) Mitchell: tell one of our friends to watch him Jeannie: ok (Jeannie goes to take Leonard's order)

Leonard: ah glad to see me? Jeannie: yeah my skin crawling is a sign i'm so glad Leonard: oh ha ha very funny Jeannie: so what will you have Leonard: i'll have steak cooked medium rare mashed potatoes noodles gravy and lobster Jeannie: alright got it (Jeannie goes to Zach Breonna Kimberly & Kevin's table) Kevin: hey Jeannie what's up? Jeannie: keep an eye on they dude sitting over there Breonna: the guy in the suit? Jeannie: yeah he's suspicious Kimberly: ok we'll keep an eye on him Jeannie: thanks (Jeannie goes in the kitchen) Mitchell: what'd he order? Jeannie: he ordered a steak medium rare Mitchell: ok i can do that Jeannie: mashed potatoes Mitchell: that's easy Jeannie: noodles Mitchell: also easy Jeannie: gravy Mitchell: is that it? Jeannie: last thing is lobster Mitchell: lobster? we don't have lobster (Jeannie moves out of sight from people) (she magically makes some lobsters appear) Mitchell: ok thank you Jeannie: you're welcome Mitchell: you wanna help me cook all this? Jeannie: sure i can help cook (they both get started cooking) (Zach Breonna Kevin & Kimberly are watching Leonard) Zach: so why'd she ask us to watch that dude? Kimberly: not sure she said he's suspicious Kevin: he does look weird Breonna: yeah he does Kevin: what is he a food critic? Breonna: has to be cause he's at a restaurant wearing a suit Zach: i don't trust food critics that much (Leonard looks at them) (they all look away from him) (Leonard rolls his eyes)

Thank you so so much, Zack 🥰

The next day, the Mystery Machine parked right next to the arena. The door slid open and Shaggy and Scooby leaped out, whilst hitting each other with red and blue foam fingers. The others got out of the van and stared at the two as they hit each other across the face with the fingers. “Uh, guys….” Fred began. The two continued beating each other senseless with the fingers, whilst laughing. “Guys…” Fred repeated. Now, they were rolling on the floor, hitting each other with the foam fingers. “GUYS.” Fred shouted. “Like, what?” Shaggy shrugged, getting up, “We’re practicing combat.” “Sport’s called fingering.” Scooby added, also getting up. “Speaking of combat, we’re here; The Willingsford Fencing Arena.” Fred smiled. “The most prestigious sporting arena in the world.” Velma said, “Y’know, fencing’s always been quite interesting to me.” “You’re interested in fencing?” Fred frowned. “Well, its origins are fascinating.” Velma admitted, “The earliest example of fencing known to man is on the wall of an Egyptian temple which dates back to 1190 B.C, where shields, swords and spears were used between two duellers to battle. These weapons then changed centuries later, more specifically in the Renaissance, which had a great effect on shaping fencing into as we know it today, when it became a more widely known sport across Europe and duels were held, though they were more commonly tied to knighthood, and they started being used for entertainment. But it wasn’t until the 18th century when an Italian School really introduced true modern fencing practices, with helmets and foils and épées and sabres, and nothing’s changed since.” The others went silent. “Riiiight.” Fred said. “Well, we can’t stand around listening to Velma’s abnormally large knowledge of fencing for too long, we need to get tickets.” They began walking towards the arena. “Y’know, Mother used to always bring me to watch fencing in those snobby country clubs when I was a kid,” Daphne remembered, “It was horrible, there was this one guy called Pointy Paul and he slashed the uniform off of his opponents. Then Mother enrolled me into that fencing club. Then there was something about a lawsuit. But now I’m a sensei of my own!” “You’re a sensei? For what sport?” Shaggy asked. “Well, it’s complicated. People don’t call my thing a sport, exactly.” Daphne began. “Puppetry.” Scooby guessed. “No, not puppetry, just look-” Daphne ducked out of frame, and came back wearing a full on white sensei robe. “Where did you even get that from?” Fred asked. “Like, who cares.” Shaggy said. “Teach us!” Scooby smiled. The two slowly raised their foam fingers up behind their backs, smirking. “Well, as far as I know, it’s all about mirroring your opponent.” Daphne began. She pulled out a fly swatting net. “Why do you have a fly swatting net?” Velma asked. “SHHH. You don’t need to know.” Daphne whispered. “Once you understand what your opponent’s next move is, you can splat…I mean- overtake them for sure.” Shaggy and Scooby observed each other cunningly. “Well, Scooby-Doo, nice weather out here, right?” Shaggy asked. “Don’t get too comfortable.” Scooby growled. Intense music played. Daphne paid attention to something on the wall of the building near them. “Hit ‘em when you least expect it.” She continued monologuing. Abruptly, Scooby screamed and began continuously striking Shaggy across the face with his red foam finger, and they ran around the parking lot, dueling and yelling. Daphne hit her fly swatter onto the wall and raged. She hadn’t caught anything. Fred and Velma watched in silence as Shaggy and Scooby climbed onto a random car and continued their duel, screaming. “Take that! And that!” Shaggy yelled, bumping his foam finger on Scooby’s sides. “I counteract your ‘that’ donation.” Scooby retorted, bashing Shaggy across the legs where he was weak. Shaggy stood up and let out a wry cry as it went slow-mo. Then, he rolled downwards and accidentally smashed the windshield of the car they were on. The car alarm rang out. A guy, the car’s owner, walked over to them; on his suit was a car insurance company logo. “I’m there for everyone, but no one’s there for me.” He teared up. “Like, sorry, we got carried away.” Shaggy gulped. “WHAT A WORLD. WHY, CAR, WHY?” The man dropped to his knees. Velma turned to Fred. “I guess they don’t know that combat sports like fencing require much more effective timing strategies.” She declared. Fred sighed and entered the arena. …

There was a hassle in the arena’s lobby. Multiple groups were huddled around, panicked. “What happened here?” Fred asked. The gang watched as Andy and Enzo, the two fencers from the cold open, were carried out of the building on stretchers, whilst still slapping each other like toddlers. They both had black eyes. “Well at least I didn’t piddle myself in front of the ghost FIRST!” Andy yelled. “No, you did!” Enzo yelled. “No, YOU did!” Andy screamed. They were put into an ambulance and still slapped each other crazily as it drove away. “Amateurs.” Scooby rolled his eyes. Velma noticed two fencing teams idling against the wall uncomfortably, and a man who was wearing a knight helmet getting interviewed by two news reporters. “So, Mr. Gunnar, Pete and I frankly have no idea what’s going on right now, can you give us a deep dive into this?” One of the men asked, shoving a microphone into the knight-helmeted man’s face. “Well, I don’t think last night should be that much of a concern to the public, Enzo and Andy shall recover, I have great faith in them, and the games will still go on.” Gunnar responded. “What are you talking about?” Pete, the other interviewer asked. Gunnar frowned at them. “What do you mean what am I talking about, this is the only thing I’ve been asked about all d-” “Alan and I have been having trouble figuring out what sport this actually is, can you give us more insight into what we have to commentate in around half an hour?” “Oh…” Mr. Gunnar’s eyes widened. “Fencing? Shouldn’t…shouldn’t that have been on your contracts in the first place?” “Mr. Gunnar, I’m pretty sure fencing is something carpenters are paid to build.” Pete said. Gunnar eyed the two men dubiously and walked away. He walked into the gang. “I know you- you’re Boris Gunnar.” Velma realized. “You own this stadium.” “Yes, yes, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get some water- will preferably chug it. I need some after being faced with this absolute nightmare.” Boris replied. “Why? What’s going on?” Fred asked. “Oh fine, I might as well tell ya, you seem at least more intelligent than any media team I’ve encountered today.” The gang looked at each other. “It appears that some sort of a…you’re not gonna believe this- a fencer ghoul is attacking players in this building.” Boris admitted. “FENCER GHOUL!?” Shaggy and Scooby screamed and hugged each other. They were both still holding foam fingers, so their faces pressed against the material. “Would you say that these attacks have a….mystery surrounding them?” Fred smirked. “He’s getting creative.” Scooby realised. “I guess so- what’s it to you, anyway?” Boris frowned, puzzled. “Oh, well, you see, Mr. Gunn-” “It’s Sir to you. I was knighted in 2006, thank you very much. Now, you kids enjoy the games, take no notice of the paranormal sightings disturbing every aspect of the tournament, and the fire hazard this fiend also seems to be carrying around.” Boris listed casually. Buzzzzzzzzzzzz. Just then, a fly came whizzing towards his face. He clapped the air multiple times to no avail. “Man, why is this room so infested with flies?” He shook his head. “FLIES? WHERE? WHAT BREED? WHAT SPEED?” Daphne gasped. Everybody looked at her. She whistled and put her hands behind her back. “Anywho…Lancelot, Appelby, to the king’s court!” Boris declared. Two knights in full body armour with swords ran up to Boris. All three of them pulled out wooden stick horses, and they pranced off on them, shouting hurrahs. “Like, isn’t that more jousting than fencing?” Shaggy asked. “Eh, same thing.” Scooby shrugged. “Don’t you guys see? This is a fencing mystery!” Fred smiled. “But if we’re spectators then how are we going to investigate around the arena?” Daphne questioned, “Maybe we really do need to learn the sneak attack.” “Daphne, we’re not learning the sneak attack.” Fred shook his head. “But I spent 2 years training in montages!” Daphne revealed. “What do you actually use it for?” Fred asked. Daphne inquisitively snook up and clapped the air, clearly trying to get the fly from earlier. “Practical reasons,” She said, before aggressively swiping the air with her fly swatter in frustration as it flew off. Fred was now observing the fencing teams standing by the wall. There were America and France, the only teams left in the tournament. “Wait a second….gang, I think I might have an idea.” He announced. “What if one of us takes a previously scared away fencer’s spot to infiltrate the building and get more access?” “Vanya Denkins. Sure, I’ll do it.” Velma read one of the players’ names from the scoreboard screen. “WHAT?” Everyone gasped. “Velma, don’t you think…a more skilled impersonator like, say, Shaggy, could do the job?” Fred asked. “Fencing seems pretty easy and fun.” Velma smiled, “I’ve always wanted to do it since I was a kid. All a skilled fencer needs to keep in mind is their weight exchange with each step they take on the piste so that their whole body’s mass is balanced out and through the power of meticulously calculated patterns they can detect what their opponent will do, whether that be flick, jab or take right of way, by thinking of the mean amount of each move per second and to avoid it they must be unexpected and conquer the battlefield in creative touches that have no pattern in them.” The gang stood in silence. “Yeah.” Scooby said. Velma snuck over to the uniform room and got in a fencer’s uniform. Then, masked, she went over to the American team, who was waiting with their coach. “Wait- Vanya? You’re here? Your manager said that you had a situation back at your home farm involving a hitchhiker and a few very angry cows.” The coach remarked. “Uh- Yes. Nothing can stop me now. Especially not a ghost, am I right?” Velma wryly cheered. Daphne walked over to her. “And who’s this?” The coach asked. “I’m her personal grandmaster. You know the law. You have to have a second coach help you practice before games if there’s a ghoul on the loose.” Daphne said. “...Welp, that’s believable, I’m definitely not going to try to debunk that at all.” The coach shrugged and got back to his duties. Velma glanced at Daphne. “It’s the only way this works.” Daphne whispered. Daphne turned to the boys and put her thumbs up. They looked on, shocked, and walked along with a crowd of other people as a voice on a speaker made an announcement. …

The guys filed into the main arena along with the crowds. Over the entrance was a giant medieval rug tapestry, depicting two people fencing. The area the stands were in was very dark and clustered with trash. They sat down, looking out for Velma. Scooby couldn’t resist temptation and hit Shaggy over the head with his foam finger again. “Are you sure it was the best idea to get Velma to start fencing just for this mystery?” Shaggy asked. “I know, she’s never had interest in any sport- EVER.” Fred added. “She might be good!” Scooby shrugged. Just then, two fencers walked onto the piste, bowed and began dueling at the speed of light. Within five seconds, the American fencer had somehow gained six points. Then, round 2 started. There was flicking and jabbing and dodging and swiping- by 3 seconds the French player had somehow gained 13 points. Fred, Shaggy and Scooby glanced at each other uncomfortably. “Nevermind.” Scooby remarked. Down near the piste, reporters Pete and Alan were commentating on the game. “Beautiful free kick from Hammond right there, I think you’d agree, Alan.” Pete was watching a game on his phone. “Oh absolutely, in fact I’d say that the Jersey Swines have a strong chance of winning the season cup.” Alan nodded. A cameraman came up to them and whispered something in their ears. “Oh right, my apologies, my apologies.” Pete put his phone away and turned to the piste. “Wait- where are we again?” Alan chuckled and turned to the camera crew. “Is this- is this the gag where we recreate 12th century sports to confuse Pete?” He laughed. “What? Fencing? That’s a carpenter thing, is it not?” “We’re trying here, we’re trying.” Pete scowled at the camera crew. He looked at the news camera, “Well, it seems that we’re on our final days of trying to understand this twelfth century sport, and no one is helping us. The tournament seems to be ending today, though.” “Velma should be on any minute now.” Fred predicted. “End of the world.” Scooby sighed. “Like, what is it with the ads in this place?” Shaggy noticed, looking at posters on the wall. ‘HA stands for Homeless Anteaters. They have it tough in the wild. Donate now.’ ‘You thought being hungry was hard? Try being a flat Earther in the present day. Donate now.’ As they pondered, a loud announcement was suddenly made on a speaker. “Ladies and gentlemen, now it’s the event of the day you’ve all been waiting for- France’s team captain Matthew Dubois is to go against female championship title-holder Vanya Denkins in round five of the Fencing Super Slash!” Daphne guided Velma to the piste and gave her a knowing glance. “Uh-” Velma was about to say something but Daphne just walked off. “Okay Dinkley, you got this, just think of even weight distribution as a tool for saved energy instead of a challenge.” Her coach gave her a weird look. She was left standing in the dimly lit piste, barely making out her opponent on the other side. “C’mon, Velma, you’ve got this! Yeah!” The guys cheered from their seats. They gasped as they realized their mistake. “Wait- we meant- CMOOOOOON VANYA!! Cockledoodledoo! You can do it!” Fred cheered, which only made other people shuffle away from him. “En garde…Allez.” The referee said. Velma bowed. Suddenly, Matthew, on the other side of the piste, lunged directly at Velma before she could even think! Clash! Clang! Swipe! “WAIT A SECOND-” Velma gasped. “How do I-” She aimlessly swung her sabre in the air as Matthew Dubois landed every hit imaginable. She seemed like she was stumbling around instead of carefully dodging. “Dork.” Matthew whispered, before landing a final hit. “And Matthew Dubois wins the round with a 15 touche record, not getting hit a single time, he’s an unstoppable machine!” The announcer announced. “Wow, that hockey player is terrible.” Alan remarked from near the piste. Velma looked at the ground as Matthew threw off his helmet and ran, celebrating. Suddenly, a green light shone on the piste. A loud cackle ripped through the sounds of the audience. “Huh?-” Velma turned around and was met with the glimpse of fire. The fencer ghoul stepped onto the piste, open helmeted, his green skull rotting grotesquely. “And it seems like a fencer from beyond the grave has come to play- EVERYBODY RUN!” The announcer screamed. Everybody ran off, screaming. “Okay, I’m not even going to try winning this one.” Velma sighed. She yelled as the ghoul swung his fiery blade an inch away from her and she ran. The ghoul jumped off the piste and rolled forward onto the floor, swinging his sword. Pete and Alan’s camera crew escaped in terror as he roared at them and cackled, setting one camera alight; it turned to shards as it exploded. By now, most of the audience had ran off: except for Shaggy and Scooby, who stayed seated with complacent smiles. “Like, wouldn’t you know it, Scoob? The ghoul has no reason to get us this time around, we’re not players, we’re spectators.” Shaggy grinned. “All we do is watch.” Scooby pointed out. “Guys-” Fred yelled, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to-” The ghoul leapt in the air and with his sabre, ripped apart both of the posters hanging above from earlier. Remnants of the posters flew near Shaggy and Scooby, spelling out: ‘HA- You thought’. The duo screamed and bolted as the ghoul followed pursuit, running down the dark exit after them. “Fred actually warned us this time, we can’t even blame him!” Shaggy realized. “Blame the universe.” Scooby pointed his foam finger to the air in a fist-shaking motion. They ran into a random room: A gym. The ghost slowly walked towards the gym before twisting the doorknob and swinging it open… He was blinded by a bright light bulb. Shaggy and Scooby stood in front of him, jacked, wearing training shorts, black neck tanks and sunglasses. They were holding weight lifts. “Well look who finally decided to show up, yo.” Shaggy shook his head. “Huh?” The ghoul grunted. “Someone hasn’t been benching.” Scooby tut tutted. “I mean seriously dude, we agreed on meeting at 2:30 sharp, what happened?” Shaggy asked. “Sure, you’re undead and stuff, but it’s affecting our training sessions, man. I thought we made it clear that us guys, figuratively speaking, can’t rest in peace, ever!” “It’s in the Bro Code.” Scooby added. The ghoul let out an ashamed sigh and dropped his sabre, which put out its fire. “Lucky for you, I already made our routine shakes for us.” Shaggy handed him a cup which had a grey substance in it. “We went out into the wilderness and gathered a lot of natural ingredients to make the finest mineral water.” “We blended rocks.” Scooby smiled. The ghoul drank the ‘mineral water’, turned around and spat it out. He turned back and grimaced. “That’s the spirit, bro. Now, I think it’s time to start our workout. No breaks until a girl approaches us. To the bench press!” Shaggy declared. Soon, they were standing around a giant bench press. Shaggy went under the bench press and began lifting. “Dog Bro, remind me of how heavy this is again.” He said. “Uh, around 612 KG.” Scooby said. Shaggy casually lifted the dumbbell, not straining one bit. The ghoul’s jaw dropped. “OK Dog Bro, your turn.” Shaggy got off and let Scooby on. Scooby also lifted the incredibly heavy dumbbell without strain. When he got off, his abs instantly grew. “Pays off.” He said. “Alright, coffin king, let’s see what ya got this week.” Shaggy stared at the ghoul judgmentally. The ghoul reluctantly slid under the press and began to lift. The others watched as he lifted it up slowly, sweating and shaking and wide-eyed. “Hey wait a second- I see a chick over there!” Shaggy turned away. Scooby approached him, dressed as a girl. “You’re cute.” He smiled and blinked rapidly. “Sorry bro, guess I’m an accomplished man; keep slurping mineral water and getting under that physically-impossible-for-an-average-human-being bench press ‘till you find a girl of your own. See ya!” Shaggy ran off with Scooby. The ghoul looked furious, but still tried focusing on the press. His eyes widened as he realized that he had been tricked. He accidentally dropped the dumbbell and screamed. …

Meanwhile, in the training gym for the American team, Velma was sitting down contemplating what had just happened, with Daphne standing near her, trying to swat a fly. “It’s fencing- I thought it was meant to be easy.” Velma complained. “Yeah, to be honest here, I don’t think mathematical calculations are all there is to fencing.” Daphne admitted. “You need speed and skill too.” “Well thanks a lot.” Velma eyerolled. “That Matthew guy was so…fast.” “Don’t worry, Velma, it doesn’t matter if you’re good at fencing, remember that we’re only doing this to solve the mystery!” Daphne reminded her. “And we can always train.” She strained her eyes and looked through the air for the fly. Then, she took a massive leap, only to crash into a test dummy and fall to the floor. “Are you really a sports grandmaster?” Velma asked. “OK, fine, I’ll admit, I am a qualified grandmaster- but for fly swatting.” Daphne sighed, “It’s an official sport, I swear!” “It technically is a combat sport.” Velma shrugged. “I don’t get how it can help me train, though.” “Do NOT underestimate the power of agile wall-splatting.” Daphne took slow breaths and crept towards the fly circling the room. She gripped her fly swatter, leapt, swung, and ended up hitting a helmet rack which then collapsed. “You do know that flies react very quickly to fast movement, right? They feel the air pressure waves build up from your hand. Doing that is no use.” Velma explained. “It’s been a few years. I mostly gave up being a swatting sensei after I got rejected from the World Fly Swatting Championships.” “I really doubt that’s a thing.” “No seriously, it is.” Just then, Fred, Shaggy and Scooby entered the room. “Like, did you see that?” Shaggy asked. “The ghoul’s unfit!” Scooby cried. “That was chaos. If we want to solve this mystery, we’ll have to search every nook and cranny of this building for clues before he gets to us again.” Fred declared. “Agreed. But I think I kinda wanna train too…” Velma looked to the ground. “What is it with you and fencing?” Fred asked. Just then, five fencers walked into the room. The ringleader of the bunch removed his helmet to reveal Matthew Dubois himself. “Well well well, look who it is, the dork I beat last round!” He smirked. His little group snickered. “Good game. Well, I guess not for you, dork.” “It’s funny cause he said dork!” One of his friends snorted. “Hey- you must be Matthew Dubois. Listen, you, if you think tormenting my student is a good idea, you’ve got another thing coming.” Daphne scowled. “Oh yeah? What, with that small fly swatting net?” Matthew burst into laughter with his group again. The gang just sat there with no reaction. “Uh….sure, with the net.” Daphne nodded. “What’ll you do about it?” “Break the net!” Matthew cackled. “Innovative.” Scooby said. “Leave ‘em, Daphne, they’re not worth it.” Velma shrugged. Matthew approached her. “I flushed heads down the toilet in high school.” He threatened. “That means bad hygiene.” Velma said casually. Matthew gasped. His group stared at him, stunned. “I’ll get you next time, Vanya Denkins, you…you dork!” He stormed out. “I’m so sorry about him.” An American fencer walked up to them, and with him was a referee. Then, he noticed Velma. “...Who are you?” “Uh…” Velma began. “Who are…any of you?” The fencer scratched his head. “We’re not exactly associates of Vanya Denkins. We’re detectives using fencing as a cover to solve the mystery of that ghoul.” Fred said. “I don’t exactly know what to do with any of that information.” The fencer admitted. “Don’t tell security?” Scooby suggested. “I guess…Well, if it stops the trouble happening, then maybe I won’t. You’ve probably heard of me, Gonzo Zhang.” “Yes, you’re the captain of this team.” Velma noticed. “This is Rodney Reed, he sometimes referees for us.” Gonzo pointed to the man next to him. “Y’know, I used to fence with the épée…somehow…somehow I did in the old days…” Rodney said. He was sweating and staring at his hands. The gang eyed each other. “I’m ambidextrous, darn it!” Rodney admitted. He slapped his hands to his face. “I always end up having to change my mind midway through giving a point.” “Like, why would you choose to referee fencing if you’re ambidextrous?” Shaggy asked. “I don’t know, I thought it would be relaxing!” Rodney shouted. He tried putting his left hand out, only for it to be in sync with his right hand. He repeatedly slapped his face. “Alright Reed, focus, focus…” He whispered. He slowly put his left hand out and smiled. “AHHH!” He screamed as his right hand extended too. He ran out the room. “Luckily, he often gets to swap duties with Cliff, the other referee. He tends to… confront his hands a lot…” Gonzo explained. They all heard banging and yelling coming from outside. “Well, I better get going,” Gonzo said, “good luck with dealing with this whole thing. I really do appreciate what one would do for their team.” “For their hands.” Velma remarked as Gonzo left. Fred looked around the room and frowned. “Look,” He pointed out, “There’s a missing uniform from the New Stock rack. It can’t have been touched this recently.” “And there’s a long scratch mark on the wall… maybe a sabre?” Velma said. “We need to get going before he catches up to us. Let’s split up. Daphne, you and Velma stay here and see if you can find anything else, Shaggy, Scooby and I will explore the arena.” Fred declared. Abruptly, Shaggy hit Scooby on the head with his foam finger. “You thought I forgot about you hitting me in the stands.” He scowled. “Uh….” Scooby gasped. In half a second, they were back to mercilessly hitting each other with the fingers. … Soon, the guys were walking down a white hallway. “Why do you keep doing that?” Fred asked, warily watching Shaggy and Scooby as they brandished their weapons. “Cause it’s fun. Scooby found this USA foam hand at a wrestling match and I found this America foam hand at a football game. Since then, we’ve been opposing each other through different teams.” Shaggy explained. “You do realize that-” “I got this one after failing a geography test at high school.” Shaggy added. “Well that explains it.” Fred sighed. They eventually found a door and stopped. “This is Boris Gunnar’s office. Quiet.” Fred opened the door and they snuck inside. The office looked a lot like a medieval castle. There was a red carpet leading up to the desk, swords on the wall, a suit of armour and a gold coloured spinny chair. “Wouldn’t wanna get into beef with this guy.” Shaggy remarked. “A product of his time.” Scooby added. Fred walked over to the table and picked up a few papers. “Look- these are betting slips.” He pointed out. “They must’ve been mailed to this building.” “Like, someone’s been betting that France will win the tournament.” Shaggy noticed. “We can’t be sure that these are Sir Gunnar’s until we get some proper light, the signatures are barely readable here.” Fred said. “Odd, they all practically look the same on every paper…” Suddenly, the lights in the room turned on. Boris, in full knight armour, entered the room and paused as he saw them. “What are you doing here?” He frowned. “Uh….” Fred eyed the others. “Signing royal parchment.” Scooby replied. “You take me for a fool? I’m a man of knighthood, not people in frilly clothes.” Boris argued “Well, we’re sorry…Sir Gunnar,” Fred said, as he discreetly stuffed the betting slips into his pocket and approached the door with Shaggy and Scooby. “I’ll let you go for now.” Boris said, “But if I catch you snooping around here again, I might just challenge you to a duel at sundown!” “Yeah,” Fred replied, “I guess we’ve learnt our-” “Why, in fact, I might even use the stocks again! Just like the good old days! Tomato chucking has always been so exciting.” Boris smiled. “Okay, just get out.” The trio left. …

Velma and Daphne were on their own piste in the training room, amongst other players also fencing. “So where do we start?” Velma asked. “We better start quickly; Gonzo said that we only have 15 minutes until the elimination rounds start, right before the final round.” Daphne reported. “Well, I truly believe that math wins over all in the end. If I’m going to train, I’m going to do it through improving my astute tacti-” “Shhh, Velma, relax…” Daphne put a finger to Velma’s lips. Velma slowly removed the finger. “One thing I was taught in snobby fencing school is that even the littlest thing can give you inspiration.” Daphne said. “I don’t see your point.” Velma replied. “Just watch me. Tune into my third fly- I mean eye.” Daphne held her fly swatter up. Velma held her sabre up. “Catch fly! Catch guy.” Daphne swiped her swatter up with her first sentence and then swung it to the side with her second. Velma imitated the maneuver with her sabre and tripped. “As I said, flies react quickly to-” “Catch fly, catch guy…” Daphne repeated. She kept repeating the phrase and the movement. Suddenly, in her head, Velma heard Matthew Dubois shout ‘Dork!’ at her. Then, she heard Alan say ‘Wow, that hockey player is terrible’. Then, she heard Fred say ‘Well gang, let’s split up and not let Velma fence!’. She cringed until she found herself sailing with Daphne on a kayak in a lake. Relaxing music played. “Wait wait wait- Velma, where are we?” Daphne asked. “How did we even get here?” Velma was just standing there with her eyes closed, imitating Daphne’s exercise. “Catch fly, catch guy…” The music continued as Daphne now found herself on a race track, with Velma still eyes closed and doing the exercise. “Velma, we only have 15 minutes, we really need to go-” “Catch fly, catch guy…” Runners gave them weird looks, bolting past. Now, Velma and Daphne were at a beach, overlooking an orange sunset. Velma kept on swinging. “Catch fly, catch guy…” Abruptly, Velma bumped into a door and fell through the doorway, back at the fencing gym. “60 dollars are gone from my wallet now.” Daphne stated. “That was so…beautiful…” Velma smiled. “I’ve never felt so connected to fencing before.” “Odd, it actually worked!” Daphne said. “See? I told you! There’s more to it than calculation!” “And apparently more to this room than emptiness,” Velma pointed at the floor. “Look, footprints.” Daphne looked at the door and saw some old colourful posters. “Apparently this is where they keep props from the light show they did last year in this building.” She deduced. “If it’s been a year since then, then who’s snooping in here? Hm.” Velma stroked her chin. A flame crackled to life in the darkness. The girls gasped and stood up as the ghoul emerged from the corner of the room and slammed the door. “Look- an exit, that way!” Daphne saw a secret tunnel in the darkness. They screamed as the ghoul chased them down the passageway. The ghoul cackled and flicked his fiery blade across the girls’ backs; avoiding it, they dove forward, to a familiar light at the end of the tunnel. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the elimination round!” The announcer over speaker shouted. “In this round, fencers in both teams will go head to head until only one fencer from each team remains. Let’s hope no ghoul shows up for that, right!? Right!?” They had discovered an entrance to the arena. Fred, Shaggy and Scooby walked into the arena on the other side. “OK, now we need to go find Daph and Velma.” Fred said. They bumped into Alan, who was dressed in baseball clothes. “Heyyy batta batta batta batta, swing!” He cheered at the news camera. “Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd! Thanks Tom, I guess it’s a home run down here at the Willingsford Fencing Arena as everyone prepares for the final few baseball games of the season!” “Why are you in baseballing clothes?” Fred asked. “Is this not baseball?” Alan asked. “Like, no…” Shaggy shook his head. “I’m not alone in my theory, Pete’s also in uniform, he’s just on a bathroom break!” Alan insisted. “You look really stupid.” Scooby admitted. “I know.” Alan sighed. Velma’s screams were heard as she and Daphne ran onto the piste, the ghoul behind them. “Velma!” Fred shouted. “And it looks like previously failed player Vanya Denkins has come back for a redemption! Can she do it?” The announcer asked. The ghoul walked onto the piste, and the two fencers already on it ran off. Daphne yelled and jumped off the piste as he flipped his sabre into the air before catching it and scratching it against the floor, circling Velma and gazing at her. Meanwhile, Matthew Dubois’ gang was in the shadows, watching and chuckling. “Our leader sure wasn’t wrong, she is a dork!” One of them said, “Precious, o’mighty leader…” Velma glanced at him and then the audience, who actually seemed to be cheering her on. “Vanya! Vanya! Vanya!” The ghoul ran at her and jabbed his sabre at all points of her body, to which Velma tried retaliating by ducking and swiping her sword across his torso. She backed away as they continued dueling and the crowd shouted her fake name. As Velma hyperventilated and swung, she spotted Fred, Shaggy, Scooby and Daphne in the distance. She swiftly turned back, only to find- RIP! A blinding orange light built up on her helmet as she realized what had just happened to it. Flames. Velma yelled, threw off the burning helmet and ran for her life as the ghoul followed pursuit; she joined the gang and ran off. “Slow news day.” Alan yawned. … The gang turned a corner in a hallway and reached two entrances. “I think we lost him.” Fred said. “What just happened?” Velma looked around in a frenzied state. “Honestly, that was commendable fencing back there.” Daphne shrugged, “Guess my fly swatting days saved you!” “That’s a stretch.” Fred eyerolled. “You guys don’t understand, that was the riskiest moment of my career, I didn’t even have time to calculate my velocity! And the crowd still cheered me on! It was so…exhilarating…” Velma remarked. “Like, to be fair Velm, he did try burning you to a crisp.” Shaggy reminded her. “More or less.” Scooby said. “Whilst you guys were busy going ham on a skeleton in armour, Shaggy, Scooby and I found something in Sir Gunnar’s office.” Fred announced. He pulled out the betting slips from earlier. “Betting slips for the French? Why would they be in Boris’ office? I don’t think any fencing officials are allowed to bet on the game.” Velma said. “Like, I thought that too.” Shaggy said. “Me first.” Scooby taunted him. “No, me first! Oh- I see what you’re trying to do…” They instantly went back to the foam finger hitting, rolling around the floor and laughing. They rolled through one of the entrances and caught a glimpse of Matthew Dubois staring at them. The two instantly got up and noticed the room was a French changing room. “The signatures are identical on every page.” Fred continued, “Now we can read them and see whose they are, if these slips were only mailed to this building.” He was about to get a closer look when abruptly, water poured onto their heads and the papers, damaging them. Fred, Daphne and Velma looked up and saw that a sprinkler system had been activated from the ceiling. “Hahahahaha! The looks on their faces! Dorks!” Matthew emerged out of the changing room, his friends with him. “Seriously? You again?” Velma sighed. Fred dropped the slips to the floor; they were now soggy and unreadable. “That was such a cool prank!” One of Matthew’s friends said. “Feel a little humbled now?” “Man down, man down, someone give these runts CPR!” Another snorted. The gang just stared at them. “That…that showed ‘em!” Matthew said. “We really don’t care.” Velma replied. “Uh- at least we didn’t embarrass ourselves, getting scared by a monster! Wooooo!” Matthew chuckled. “Literally everyone cheered.” Scooby pointed out. Viciously, Matthew punched the wall. He shrieked in pain and repeatedly kissed his knuckle marks. The gang walked off. ...