Mystery Incorporated sat in their favorite booth at the malt shop, relaxing after solving another gruesome case. "Hey, listen to this, gang," Fred Jones announced, cracking open the newspaper. " 'Sleuths solve boat hijacking mystery.' " he read. " 'Alleged thieves taken into custody by sheriff.' "

Velma grinned smugly. "That was some plan they had, but they didn't count on us coming along."

"Ruh uh!" Scooby barked triumphantly. He slurped his strawberry shake, somehow managing to empty everyone else's drink as well!

Daphne stared incredulously. "Now how did Scooby do that?"

Fred shook his head. "I guess that's another mystery."

The gang's chuckles were suddenly interrupted by Fred's cell phone shrilly ringing in his pocket. "Who could that be," he murmured. "Hello. Fred Jones speaking." A squeal usually reserved for horror movie victims or girls elected prom queen emanated from the phone, causing Fred to pull the device away from his ear. "Um…hello?"

"Sorry, I just can't believe it," the voice on the other end replied. "I'm…talking to FRED JONES! Eeeee! I'm so excited!"

"Um…can I help you?" asked Fred, unsure of the motives of this mystery voice.

"Sorry about that. I'm easily excited."

"Really, I couldn't tell," Fred murmured, having the very good sense to press mute before he said it.

"I'm Abby Kowalski, a student at the local high school." Finally, she had calmed down enough to speak normally." I'm doing a research paper on Camp Chase, a local cemetery for Confederate prisoners of war. I went there to get some rubbings from the tombstones and, while I was there, I was attacked by a ghost!"

"Well, you've called the right people," Fred proclaimed. "Mystery Incorporated is on the case!"

Fred's ears rang as Abby squealed once more. "Wow! Mystery Incorporated is coming here! This is so exciting!" Abby rattled off the cemetery's address and Fred scribbled it down on a nearby napkin. "Thanks so much! You guys are so AWESOME!" With a click, Abby hung up.

"What…was that?" Velma asked, having only heard half the conversation.

Fred frowned. "You know, I'm not quite sure…"