Daphne and Shaggy were used to the crazy things going on around them, that it until they reach the thirteenth ghost. Then they find themselves in a strange place called Crystal Cove... What the h-e- double hockey sticks is going on?! Set years after 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo. Now they are left to save their daughter from this mystery 13 and face a past they never thought they would forget.
Alright so I was doing some research and based Coolsville in New York, a more rural area. This is based on a place I found via Wikipedia. I guess to make the cartoon more real I suppose.
EDITED and replaced on the 15th of July 2014
April 20, 2013 ~ Third Period ~ Real dimension
The day had started out as simple as possible. Sunlight touched the surface of the old Central High School. Dogs chased the mailman and alarm clocks were going off everywhere. The first period geometry class of Mrs. Jay Noble, started out like any other for Jillian Taylor Rogers.
"Miss Rogers," barked Mrs. Noble from the front of the room. She rapped the yard stick in her hand on her desk to wake up the drooling girl. Jillian (never to have a nickname) Rogers, snapped up awake from her seat. A girl with wide blue eyes and thick brown hair looked up at her geometry teacher. The look on her face said; who me? A couple kids giggled and she only shrugged.
"What can I do for ya Mrs. Noble?" she said shaking her mane of hair away from her face. The teacher only pursed her lips and kept back a smile on her face. Although Mrs. Noble was strict she did have a soft spot.
The rest of the class started to laugh at that. Nobody dared to talk to Mrs. Noble that way, except for Jillian, and get away with it. Mrs. Noble is one of the oldest staff members in the school, and seemed to have a soft spot for former student's children.
"You are wanted in the office for an early sign out," she said handed Jillian her hall pass. Jillian got up and smiled at her classmates, saluting as she passed under the American flag. Perhaps she was leaving, because it was her cousin coming in from out of town.
Jillian and her family currently lived in Middletown, Delaware County, New York. Her cousin usually lived in Plymouth, Massachusetts, about a state or two away. She continued to walk along in the halls until she reached her senior locker. The final year of high school sat well in her mind.
She went to the office and looked for the familiar face of her mother or father. Instead, there was some guy in dark blue jeans and a ty dye hoodie . He looked of a Mexican or Spanish descent. Jillian looked around and sat in a comfy chair waiting for somebody to come in for her. Mrs. Clemmons, the secretary eyed her, curious about something. Ignoring the woman, Jillian pulled out her afternoon snack and started to eat it.
"Miss Dodgers, this is your ride," said Mrs. Clemmons gesturing toward the man. Jillian looked up at the Mexican man suspiciously. She just ignored the Miss Dodgers part right off the bat. That secretary has been there since the 50s and called her parents by different names since. Like, say for instance, her mother was called Fanny Black. Jillian's mother's real name (before she was married) happened to be named Daphne Blake, thank you very much.
Jillian looked up at him and wiped her goldfish crackers away from her boot legged jeans. Still taking her time she pulled on a long and over sized green hoodie. Then she pretended to wipe something off of her dark purple and white shirt. Mrs. Clemmons only handed a clipboard to the man and he signed her out of school for the day.
Now the only reason Jillian was leaving with him was because she didn't want to go back to that math class. Geometry looked like nothing but a bunch of squiggly lines to her. As soon as the man took her to the door and there were people around them, she screamed.
"AHHHH!" she screamed and grabbed the man by his wrist. Then, put all of her weight onto one side and flipped him until he was on his back. For a second, he was airborne and then a girl about 122 pounds put her worn black work shoes on his chest.
"Who are you and what do you want?" she demanded as she eyed him reproachfully. The students that were in the area seemed to wave off the scream as someone pulling a prank.
The man looked surprised by this and didn't bother to knock her off of him. His dark eyes meet her blue ones actually looking fearful.
"My name is Flim-Flam and I'm friends with your parents!" he said looking dazed for a second. "I want you to help me. I found a ghost and it's important to capture!" Jillian moved her foot and crossed her arms.
"Oh really, and do you have proof of this ghost? And that you're friends with my parents? What kind of name is Flim-Flam?" she demanded. Jillian Taylor Rogers was not a person to get crossed with if she was mad. Now if you got her scared then it would be easy to take advantage of her. So Flim-Flam backed away before he got hurt again.
Flim-Flam got out his wallet and started to flip through the pictures in his wallet. He had carried around pictures of Shaggy and Daphne, because they were best friends. He handed the wallet over to Jillian to look at. She eyed him and then looked at the picture. It was a Polaroid picture, so it was impossible to Photoshop the pic, not to mention it was yellowing.
In the picture had the man who claimed to be 'Flim-Flam' as a young boy. He was probably no more than 12 years old in a yellow track suit. Two dogs were with them; one a puppy Great Dane and the other was a full grown male Great Dane. The woman in the picture had dark red hair with a stair step haircut; her outfit a purple knee length dress and doc martens. The male in the picture had bell bottom pants and a red t-shirt.
Daphne and Shaggy Rogers. Flim-Flam missed them and it was easy to believe that this girl was there daughter. He may not have been able to con Daphne out of her favorite purple pen, but he did figure out who their daughter was.
"Now do you believe me?" he asked weakly standing up. Boy, did he knock the wind out of her. She looked at the picture once more. That was her parents both of them smiling up at her.
"Maybe, but where's the dog?" she said pointing to Scrappy Doo. She had her own dog named Scruffy Doo and Scrappy Doo reminded her of her own. Flim-Flam smiled and soon the dog from the picture showed up next to him. He looked like a cute 3 year old dog strutting over to him on all four paws.
Jillian stared her jaw dropped slightly; she didn't want to believe the idea of ghosts. The idea of just taking another year of math in college freaked her out!
"Hiya Jillian, I meet you when you were a baby. Why uncle Scoob and I were happy to see you, since you were born late," said the dog.
Jillian pulled out a water bottle from her shoulder bag and opened it. She took a sip of her water just to spit it out in shock. How did this dog know that was born a month late?
A few moments later she found herself passed out on the ground. An ominous cloud passing over and Flim-Flam helped her into a nearby van as she regained consciousness. She had saw a face in the cloud! It was the rainy season and her mind often played tricks on her mind. But this was no trick as she found herself passing out again. This time feeling as if a dimension was pulling open just to let her in.