Ghoul School -- Revisited: Shaggy's POV
by Martial Arts Master
Scooby-Doo and all related characters copyrighted by Hanna-Barbera and Cartoon Network. However, I need to add a little note: at the very end of the "Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School" movie, there were some new students introduced to Grimwood, which caused Scooby and Shaggy to run out. These students were a Martian's daughter, the daughter of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and the daughter of Godzilla. I made up the names for them, for they will be appearing in this fic. This fanfic takes place after the "Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School" movie, and it also takes place a long time after Scrappy-Doo left the gang. I haven't decided yet whether to let the events of the Scooby Doo live-action movie happen before this fic or not. You'll get more information about that in a later chapter. Anyway, the reason I wrote this fanfiction was because "Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School" was my absolute favorite Scooby-Doo movie, and although I've already written a fic with the Grimwood Girls in it called "Quail", my writing skills have improved since then, and I wanted to try to write a fic that would really do the Grimwood Girls justice. You'll have to completely disregard my "Quail" fic for this to make sense. Now, on with the fanfiction!
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The Mystery Inc. gang was relaxing on the beach. They had just solved yet another case of an invading monster who---surprise---turned out to be a crook in disguise who wanted to scare everyone away.
Frankly, Shaggy Rogers, also known as Norville (but don't call him Norville if you don't want him mad at you), who was relaxing in a beach chair, was getting rather tired of it. Almost every case they'd taken was similar to each other in basic format. Monster attacks, everyone runs like heck, monster is caught, unmask, yada yada yada. Actually, Shaggy was wondering why he and his best pal, Scooby-Doo, constantly ran away every time they encountered a monster, if previous experience had taught them that such monsters weren't really monsters.
Shaggy paused to look at the seagulls flying over the horizon. Sometimes, Shaggy thought, his gang never really took that much time out to relax anymore. It was always case, case, case.
He paused to take a bite out of his hot dog...only he didn't have his hot dog anymore for some reason. Shaggy looked irritably at Scooby, giving him a glare. Scooby was in the process of eating the hot dog when he paused, looked at Shaggy guiltily, and gave him what was left.
Shaggy took the hot dog and munched the rest of it down. Then, Shaggy looked at Daphne Blake, another fixture in the Mystery Inc. gang, swimming in the ocean. Shaggy thought about what Daphne had been like as a kid. As a kid, Daphne had been a spoiled brat, because of her immense wealth. (Author's Note: This is a reference to the "A Pup Named Scooby-Doo" series.)
Now, however, Daphne had matured into a responsible, level-headed young lady.
Still lost in his pondering, Shaggy next looked at Fred Jones, who was building a sand castle. Fred Jones had been rather flaky as a child, being a reporter for a totally ridiculous tabloid called the National Exaggerator. Fred Jones would believe anything. He constantly raved on and on about the Martians, or the Moon people, or some other such nonsense.
Now, though, Fred Jones had grown up to be the leader of the gang, being the one with ideas on what to do.
Finally, Shaggy looked over at Velma Dinkly, who was lying in a beach chair next to him. Velma Dinkly, as a child, had been without question the smartest one of the gang. She had also been introverted, but very nice. Frankly, Velma hadn't really changed much upon growing up into an adult. However, Velma had improved on her social life since then.
Shaggy sighed to himself. He really couldn't ask for better friends, anyway. They had grown up together, and now they solved mysteries together.
Still, doing the same thing over and over again was getting boring.
Shaggy was a coward, but he wasn't so much of a coward that he wasn't willing to try new things. I'm sure that you readers have experienced the doldrums once in a while. It's a feeling of total boredom combined with the unwillingness to do anything about it.
Well, Shaggy did want to do something about it, but he wasn't sure what.
"Hey Shaggy, come swimming with me!" Daphne called, in an attempt to get Shaggy to do something.
Shaggy sighed, and then got up from his beach chair, heading towards the water. Well, it was something to do, anyway.
However, there was a sudden gust of wind, and a newspaper blew into his face. Obviously, Shaggy thought to himself, somebody had tossed this newspaper onto the beach because they were done with it. It really was a careless example of littering. Shaggy sighed in irritation, and pulled the newspaper off his face, glancing in it to read. It was really not very interesting after all. Mostly some information about stocks, yet another article about the US occupation in Iraq (which Shaggy had been against), some grisly murders in a state hundreds of miles away...
And then Shaggy's eyes widened. There was an article in it about a school that Shaggy hadn't seen in years. It was called the Grimwood Finishing School for Girls. Shaggy and Scooby-Doo, and a previous member of their gang called Scrappy-Doo, had used their little-known qualifications as gym instructors to come to the school to teach gym class. What they hadn't realized, but soon got a rude awakening about, was that the Grimwood Girls were really ghouls. They had consisted of: Sybella, the daughter of Dracula; Winnie, the daughter of the Werewolf, Elsa, the daughter of Frankenteen (a name that apparently Frankenstein's monster had decided to call himself); Phantasma, the daughter of the Phantom; and Tanis, the daughter of the Mummy. It had been one of the few occasions in Shaggy's life that he had met real monsters. Shaggy had at first been frightened of the Grimwood Girls, but had eventually grown to love them after a terrifying adventure with Revolta, the Witch of the Web.
However, new students had eventually shown up at the school, and Shaggy and Scooby had panicked, dragging Scrappy away.
The article in question was about an upcoming dodgeball event against Calloway Military Academy. Calloway was the rival school of the Grimwood Girls, consisting of humans instead of monsters. When Shaggy had been Grimwood, the girls had been training for a volleyball match against them. The trouble is that the Grimwood Girls had never won before against them. Surprisingly, thanks to the training of Shaggy, Scooby, and Scrappy, the Grimwood Girls had won their match against Calloway for the very first time, finally being able to claim the trophy. The Calloway Cadets had actually come in handy later when the girls needed an escape from Revolta's Castle.
But now, according to the article, Colonel Calloway, the headmaster of the academy, had taken his loss at volleyball bitterly, changing the annual event to dodgeball instead.
Shaggy paused to wonder why this article would appear in the newspaper...until he noticed the title, and realized that it was a newspaper from the specific area that Grimwood and Calloway were in.
Then, Shaggy thought of an absolutely wonderful idea. Freddy, Daphne, and Velma had never met the Grimwood Girls. What was to stop Shaggy and Scooby from showing them the school? Shaggy and Scooby could catch up on old times, and Freddy, Daphne, and Velma could make some new friends.
"Hey guys! Come over here, I wanna tell you something!" Shaggy called to all his friends.
Immediately everyone ran towards Shaggy and Scooby, looking at him quizzically. Daphne looked rather ticked off that her swim had been interrupted.
"Okay, Shaggy, this better be good; I was getting a good workout!" Daphne told Shaggy.
And thus, Shaggy and Scooby related their previous adventures at the Grimwood Girls school. This, however, evoked a response that Shaggy and Scooby had not expected. Their friends began to laugh at them...and laugh...and laugh...
"A school for monster girls! Ha, that's a good one!" Fred exclaimed, although not really intending to be mean. After all, Fred was not exactly a mean kind of guy. He simply didn't realize how insensitive he was being by inadvertantly saying that Shaggy made it up.
"Guys, you know there's no such thing as monsters," Velma exclaimed through her mirth. "Obviously you really did see monster girls, but they were probably dressed up in costumes.
"Rut rey ate rungus rudge and roadstool rea!" Scooby said indignantly, actually meaning "But they ate fungus fudge and toadstool tea!"
"Then how about we visit them, and you can see for yourself?" Shaggy asked, having suddenly come up with a solution to the problem.
Freddy, Daphne, and Velma considered the idea. Well, it couldn't hurt, they were thinking. Truth be told, the idea of a school exclusively for monster girls sounded intriguing. And it was next to a military academy, too. Then, Velma suddenly thought of something.
"Shaggy, since when were you certified as a gym instructor?" Velma asked Shaggy.
"Since I went through training in college," Shaggy snapped.
"Reah, rollege!" Scooby agreed, actually meaning "Yeah, college!"
Daphne immediately pulled out her cell phone and, after inquiring Shaggy as to the phone number of Ms. Grimwood, the headmaster of Grimwood Finishing School for Girls, dialed the number into the cell phone. Then, Daphne placed the cell phone near her ear and paused, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. Once a "Hello?" rang out, Daphne held the phone out so everyone could hear.
"Hello, this is Ms. Grimwood, headmaster of Grimwood Finishing School for Girls, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end rattled off.
Shaggy quickly snatched the cell phone away from Daphne, amid Daphne's protests.
"Like hi, Ms. Grimwood, it's Shaggy Rogers," Shaggy told Ms. Grimwood.
Immediately the voice on the other end of the phone brightened.
"Oh, Shaggy Rogers, darling, how wonderful it is to hear from you again!" Ms. Grimwood proclaimed on the other end of the cell phone. "How have you been? It's been so long since you were teaching here. My girls have missed you, and the new arrivals...or new a little before you left...regret not having benefited from your training. Why, may I ask, are you calling?"
Now Fred Jones took the cell phone away from Shaggy.
"Ms. Grimwood, this is Fred Jones, friend of Shaggy Rogers and Scooby-Doo," Fred said to the voice on the other end. "I, Daphne Blake, and Velma Dinkly thought that we might come and visit the Grimwood Finishing School for Girls and meet the students that Shaggy just told us about."
Shaggy snatched the phone back from Fred.
"What he means," Shaggy said curtly, "is that it was my idea. I read an article in the newspaper about your upcoming dodgeball game, and I thought that we could watch."
"Why that would be wonderful, darling," enthused the voice on the other end of the phone. "We already have a new gym teacher, but you could come as visitors. And I think the girls would just love to meet any friends of Shaggy Rogers and Scooby-Doo. What time shall I arrange your visit?"
Everyone blinked. They hadn't expected such a quick agreement. Usually headmasters were busier than that. Of course, Grimwood was a rather small school, Shaggy thought, so maybe that had something to do with it.
"Well, our Mystery Machine is close by," Shaggy said. "Why don't we come see you during the school day next Friday, and maybe we can stay a few days."
"Let me check," said the voice on the other end. There was the sound of shuffling through papers in the background.
"Perfect. We'll see you then," said the voice on the other end. "By all means, bring the whole gang. We'll have a splendid time!"
Ms. Grimwood hung up.
Then, Daphne burst out into more giggles.
"Monster girls...ha..." Daphne choked out, still finding the idea of monster girls laughable.
Shaggy grinned to himself. They would see...eventually...
***
To be continued...
***
Well, there's the introduction. You'll get to re-meet the actual Grimwood Girls later. In fact, you'll also get to meet the three new ones that were introduced at the end of the movie, and see what names I've picked out for them. E-mail all questions and comments to bleifer@comcast.net
by Martial Arts Master
Scooby-Doo and all related characters copyrighted by Hanna-Barbera and Cartoon Network. However, I need to add a little note: at the very end of the "Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School" movie, there were some new students introduced to Grimwood, which caused Scooby and Shaggy to run out. These students were a Martian's daughter, the daughter of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and the daughter of Godzilla. I made up the names for them, for they will be appearing in this fic. This fanfic takes place after the "Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School" movie, and it also takes place a long time after Scrappy-Doo left the gang. I haven't decided yet whether to let the events of the Scooby Doo live-action movie happen before this fic or not. You'll get more information about that in a later chapter. Anyway, the reason I wrote this fanfiction was because "Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School" was my absolute favorite Scooby-Doo movie, and although I've already written a fic with the Grimwood Girls in it called "Quail", my writing skills have improved since then, and I wanted to try to write a fic that would really do the Grimwood Girls justice. You'll have to completely disregard my "Quail" fic for this to make sense. Now, on with the fanfiction!
***
The Mystery Inc. gang was relaxing on the beach. They had just solved yet another case of an invading monster who---surprise---turned out to be a crook in disguise who wanted to scare everyone away.
Frankly, Shaggy Rogers, also known as Norville (but don't call him Norville if you don't want him mad at you), who was relaxing in a beach chair, was getting rather tired of it. Almost every case they'd taken was similar to each other in basic format. Monster attacks, everyone runs like heck, monster is caught, unmask, yada yada yada. Actually, Shaggy was wondering why he and his best pal, Scooby-Doo, constantly ran away every time they encountered a monster, if previous experience had taught them that such monsters weren't really monsters.
Shaggy paused to look at the seagulls flying over the horizon. Sometimes, Shaggy thought, his gang never really took that much time out to relax anymore. It was always case, case, case.
He paused to take a bite out of his hot dog...only he didn't have his hot dog anymore for some reason. Shaggy looked irritably at Scooby, giving him a glare. Scooby was in the process of eating the hot dog when he paused, looked at Shaggy guiltily, and gave him what was left.
Shaggy took the hot dog and munched the rest of it down. Then, Shaggy looked at Daphne Blake, another fixture in the Mystery Inc. gang, swimming in the ocean. Shaggy thought about what Daphne had been like as a kid. As a kid, Daphne had been a spoiled brat, because of her immense wealth. (Author's Note: This is a reference to the "A Pup Named Scooby-Doo" series.)
Now, however, Daphne had matured into a responsible, level-headed young lady.
Still lost in his pondering, Shaggy next looked at Fred Jones, who was building a sand castle. Fred Jones had been rather flaky as a child, being a reporter for a totally ridiculous tabloid called the National Exaggerator. Fred Jones would believe anything. He constantly raved on and on about the Martians, or the Moon people, or some other such nonsense.
Now, though, Fred Jones had grown up to be the leader of the gang, being the one with ideas on what to do.
Finally, Shaggy looked over at Velma Dinkly, who was lying in a beach chair next to him. Velma Dinkly, as a child, had been without question the smartest one of the gang. She had also been introverted, but very nice. Frankly, Velma hadn't really changed much upon growing up into an adult. However, Velma had improved on her social life since then.
Shaggy sighed to himself. He really couldn't ask for better friends, anyway. They had grown up together, and now they solved mysteries together.
Still, doing the same thing over and over again was getting boring.
Shaggy was a coward, but he wasn't so much of a coward that he wasn't willing to try new things. I'm sure that you readers have experienced the doldrums once in a while. It's a feeling of total boredom combined with the unwillingness to do anything about it.
Well, Shaggy did want to do something about it, but he wasn't sure what.
"Hey Shaggy, come swimming with me!" Daphne called, in an attempt to get Shaggy to do something.
Shaggy sighed, and then got up from his beach chair, heading towards the water. Well, it was something to do, anyway.
However, there was a sudden gust of wind, and a newspaper blew into his face. Obviously, Shaggy thought to himself, somebody had tossed this newspaper onto the beach because they were done with it. It really was a careless example of littering. Shaggy sighed in irritation, and pulled the newspaper off his face, glancing in it to read. It was really not very interesting after all. Mostly some information about stocks, yet another article about the US occupation in Iraq (which Shaggy had been against), some grisly murders in a state hundreds of miles away...
And then Shaggy's eyes widened. There was an article in it about a school that Shaggy hadn't seen in years. It was called the Grimwood Finishing School for Girls. Shaggy and Scooby-Doo, and a previous member of their gang called Scrappy-Doo, had used their little-known qualifications as gym instructors to come to the school to teach gym class. What they hadn't realized, but soon got a rude awakening about, was that the Grimwood Girls were really ghouls. They had consisted of: Sybella, the daughter of Dracula; Winnie, the daughter of the Werewolf, Elsa, the daughter of Frankenteen (a name that apparently Frankenstein's monster had decided to call himself); Phantasma, the daughter of the Phantom; and Tanis, the daughter of the Mummy. It had been one of the few occasions in Shaggy's life that he had met real monsters. Shaggy had at first been frightened of the Grimwood Girls, but had eventually grown to love them after a terrifying adventure with Revolta, the Witch of the Web.
However, new students had eventually shown up at the school, and Shaggy and Scooby had panicked, dragging Scrappy away.
The article in question was about an upcoming dodgeball event against Calloway Military Academy. Calloway was the rival school of the Grimwood Girls, consisting of humans instead of monsters. When Shaggy had been Grimwood, the girls had been training for a volleyball match against them. The trouble is that the Grimwood Girls had never won before against them. Surprisingly, thanks to the training of Shaggy, Scooby, and Scrappy, the Grimwood Girls had won their match against Calloway for the very first time, finally being able to claim the trophy. The Calloway Cadets had actually come in handy later when the girls needed an escape from Revolta's Castle.
But now, according to the article, Colonel Calloway, the headmaster of the academy, had taken his loss at volleyball bitterly, changing the annual event to dodgeball instead.
Shaggy paused to wonder why this article would appear in the newspaper...until he noticed the title, and realized that it was a newspaper from the specific area that Grimwood and Calloway were in.
Then, Shaggy thought of an absolutely wonderful idea. Freddy, Daphne, and Velma had never met the Grimwood Girls. What was to stop Shaggy and Scooby from showing them the school? Shaggy and Scooby could catch up on old times, and Freddy, Daphne, and Velma could make some new friends.
"Hey guys! Come over here, I wanna tell you something!" Shaggy called to all his friends.
Immediately everyone ran towards Shaggy and Scooby, looking at him quizzically. Daphne looked rather ticked off that her swim had been interrupted.
"Okay, Shaggy, this better be good; I was getting a good workout!" Daphne told Shaggy.
And thus, Shaggy and Scooby related their previous adventures at the Grimwood Girls school. This, however, evoked a response that Shaggy and Scooby had not expected. Their friends began to laugh at them...and laugh...and laugh...
"A school for monster girls! Ha, that's a good one!" Fred exclaimed, although not really intending to be mean. After all, Fred was not exactly a mean kind of guy. He simply didn't realize how insensitive he was being by inadvertantly saying that Shaggy made it up.
"Guys, you know there's no such thing as monsters," Velma exclaimed through her mirth. "Obviously you really did see monster girls, but they were probably dressed up in costumes.
"Rut rey ate rungus rudge and roadstool rea!" Scooby said indignantly, actually meaning "But they ate fungus fudge and toadstool tea!"
"Then how about we visit them, and you can see for yourself?" Shaggy asked, having suddenly come up with a solution to the problem.
Freddy, Daphne, and Velma considered the idea. Well, it couldn't hurt, they were thinking. Truth be told, the idea of a school exclusively for monster girls sounded intriguing. And it was next to a military academy, too. Then, Velma suddenly thought of something.
"Shaggy, since when were you certified as a gym instructor?" Velma asked Shaggy.
"Since I went through training in college," Shaggy snapped.
"Reah, rollege!" Scooby agreed, actually meaning "Yeah, college!"
Daphne immediately pulled out her cell phone and, after inquiring Shaggy as to the phone number of Ms. Grimwood, the headmaster of Grimwood Finishing School for Girls, dialed the number into the cell phone. Then, Daphne placed the cell phone near her ear and paused, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up. Once a "Hello?" rang out, Daphne held the phone out so everyone could hear.
"Hello, this is Ms. Grimwood, headmaster of Grimwood Finishing School for Girls, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end rattled off.
Shaggy quickly snatched the cell phone away from Daphne, amid Daphne's protests.
"Like hi, Ms. Grimwood, it's Shaggy Rogers," Shaggy told Ms. Grimwood.
Immediately the voice on the other end of the phone brightened.
"Oh, Shaggy Rogers, darling, how wonderful it is to hear from you again!" Ms. Grimwood proclaimed on the other end of the cell phone. "How have you been? It's been so long since you were teaching here. My girls have missed you, and the new arrivals...or new a little before you left...regret not having benefited from your training. Why, may I ask, are you calling?"
Now Fred Jones took the cell phone away from Shaggy.
"Ms. Grimwood, this is Fred Jones, friend of Shaggy Rogers and Scooby-Doo," Fred said to the voice on the other end. "I, Daphne Blake, and Velma Dinkly thought that we might come and visit the Grimwood Finishing School for Girls and meet the students that Shaggy just told us about."
Shaggy snatched the phone back from Fred.
"What he means," Shaggy said curtly, "is that it was my idea. I read an article in the newspaper about your upcoming dodgeball game, and I thought that we could watch."
"Why that would be wonderful, darling," enthused the voice on the other end of the phone. "We already have a new gym teacher, but you could come as visitors. And I think the girls would just love to meet any friends of Shaggy Rogers and Scooby-Doo. What time shall I arrange your visit?"
Everyone blinked. They hadn't expected such a quick agreement. Usually headmasters were busier than that. Of course, Grimwood was a rather small school, Shaggy thought, so maybe that had something to do with it.
"Well, our Mystery Machine is close by," Shaggy said. "Why don't we come see you during the school day next Friday, and maybe we can stay a few days."
"Let me check," said the voice on the other end. There was the sound of shuffling through papers in the background.
"Perfect. We'll see you then," said the voice on the other end. "By all means, bring the whole gang. We'll have a splendid time!"
Ms. Grimwood hung up.
Then, Daphne burst out into more giggles.
"Monster girls...ha..." Daphne choked out, still finding the idea of monster girls laughable.
Shaggy grinned to himself. They would see...eventually...
***
To be continued...
***
Well, there's the introduction. You'll get to re-meet the actual Grimwood Girls later. In fact, you'll also get to meet the three new ones that were introduced at the end of the movie, and see what names I've picked out for them. E-mail all questions and comments to bleifer@comcast.net