Scooby Doo and the Dance School Demon
Episode 1
The gang had been on vacation in an old city, where tales of the unexplained and just plain weird were part of everyday, and nobody knew exactly what secrets were hidden under the cobble stones which lined many of the miles of tightly packed tenement buildings. But now the Mystery Machine is sinking further and further into a vast haze of fog, as it leaves the maze of narrow streets and the landscape turns into a never- ending backdrop of hills and trees.
'Well, gang. We're nearly there,' stated Fred, from behind the wheel.
'Like, zoinks! It sure is kinda creepy looking, wherever we are.'
'Rike, reah'
'Relax, guys,' Velma reassured Scooby and Shaggy as she squinted at the map which she had just lifted from Daphne's manicured hands, and was in the process of turning the right way up. 'It's only fog. And it'll probably clear by the time we get to Spook-Spectre Studios'
'Spook-Spectre Studios? Uh. what say you just drop me and ol' Scoob back at the hotel.' muttered Shaggy, from the back of the van.
Fred filled them in by reviewing the facts:
'Gang, we've been asked by Mr. Spook-Spectre, the owner of an elite dance school, to help him out with a few little problems he's been having. Nothing big, just the usual - pianos playing in deserted studios in the middle of the night; dancers being chased offstage during recitals by a flying something-or-other; the old teachers-evaporating-into-a-pink-puff-of- smoke trick; the mysterious and unexplained disappearance of legwarmers-'
Velma cut him off -'anyways, you can't stay behind - you don't want to miss all the excitement, do you?'
'Oh, you can tell us all about it later, now Fred - if you wouldn't mind just turning around-' Shaggy's nervous ramblings were suddenly cut off by a shrill shriek from the front seat.
'Jeepers!'
Daphne was the first to notice the huge grey stone mansion which was rising out of the haze in front of them. The air along the road was clearing ahead, yet whatever lay to either side was still shrouded in heavy layers of grey. Velma took advantage of the interruption to cut in with her voice of reason:
'We're here now, guys. And wouldn't you rather stay with us? The alternative's walking back alone. Through the fog.'
'Well, when you put it like that.'
The brakes screeched as the VW pulled up to two vast wrought-iron gates, the bars of which were twisted into the gurning faces of two theatrical masks above a pair of crossed ballet slippers.
The gang jumped out of the van and looked up at them - a heavy chain and a clunky yet sturdy-looking padlock were secured firmly around the central bars - they were clearly locked, but they looked old. Never fear, Fred felt a plan forming.
'All we need to do is find another way in. Once we find another entrance, we'll send Shaggy inside and once he's there he can find a curator, who can then find the key to come let us in. Let's split up!'
And with that, he and Daphne turned and set off at a brisk walk in the opposite direction. Velma had a better idea -
'Jinkies! All we have to do is climb through this gap between the bars - I'm surprised Fred didn't notice it before, these two have been bent out of shape. There's more than enough space. Let's go, guys,' and she stepped straight through the gap, pausing on the other side. What now? Scooby and Shaggy were quivering on the other side, pointing at something behind her.
'It's a g-g-'
'Rhikes!'
'-g-ghost!'
Velma wheeled around and came face to face with.
Episode 1
The gang had been on vacation in an old city, where tales of the unexplained and just plain weird were part of everyday, and nobody knew exactly what secrets were hidden under the cobble stones which lined many of the miles of tightly packed tenement buildings. But now the Mystery Machine is sinking further and further into a vast haze of fog, as it leaves the maze of narrow streets and the landscape turns into a never- ending backdrop of hills and trees.
'Well, gang. We're nearly there,' stated Fred, from behind the wheel.
'Like, zoinks! It sure is kinda creepy looking, wherever we are.'
'Rike, reah'
'Relax, guys,' Velma reassured Scooby and Shaggy as she squinted at the map which she had just lifted from Daphne's manicured hands, and was in the process of turning the right way up. 'It's only fog. And it'll probably clear by the time we get to Spook-Spectre Studios'
'Spook-Spectre Studios? Uh. what say you just drop me and ol' Scoob back at the hotel.' muttered Shaggy, from the back of the van.
Fred filled them in by reviewing the facts:
'Gang, we've been asked by Mr. Spook-Spectre, the owner of an elite dance school, to help him out with a few little problems he's been having. Nothing big, just the usual - pianos playing in deserted studios in the middle of the night; dancers being chased offstage during recitals by a flying something-or-other; the old teachers-evaporating-into-a-pink-puff-of- smoke trick; the mysterious and unexplained disappearance of legwarmers-'
Velma cut him off -'anyways, you can't stay behind - you don't want to miss all the excitement, do you?'
'Oh, you can tell us all about it later, now Fred - if you wouldn't mind just turning around-' Shaggy's nervous ramblings were suddenly cut off by a shrill shriek from the front seat.
'Jeepers!'
Daphne was the first to notice the huge grey stone mansion which was rising out of the haze in front of them. The air along the road was clearing ahead, yet whatever lay to either side was still shrouded in heavy layers of grey. Velma took advantage of the interruption to cut in with her voice of reason:
'We're here now, guys. And wouldn't you rather stay with us? The alternative's walking back alone. Through the fog.'
'Well, when you put it like that.'
The brakes screeched as the VW pulled up to two vast wrought-iron gates, the bars of which were twisted into the gurning faces of two theatrical masks above a pair of crossed ballet slippers.
The gang jumped out of the van and looked up at them - a heavy chain and a clunky yet sturdy-looking padlock were secured firmly around the central bars - they were clearly locked, but they looked old. Never fear, Fred felt a plan forming.
'All we need to do is find another way in. Once we find another entrance, we'll send Shaggy inside and once he's there he can find a curator, who can then find the key to come let us in. Let's split up!'
And with that, he and Daphne turned and set off at a brisk walk in the opposite direction. Velma had a better idea -
'Jinkies! All we have to do is climb through this gap between the bars - I'm surprised Fred didn't notice it before, these two have been bent out of shape. There's more than enough space. Let's go, guys,' and she stepped straight through the gap, pausing on the other side. What now? Scooby and Shaggy were quivering on the other side, pointing at something behind her.
'It's a g-g-'
'Rhikes!'
'-g-ghost!'
Velma wheeled around and came face to face with.