As the gang, plus Abby, strode through the cemetery, they noticed a mysterious glow emanating from behind a tombstone. Fred placed a finger over his lips and crept up to the glow. The rest of the group steathily followed suit.
Kendra Briggs leaned up against the tombstone, cradling a flashlight under her neck, aiming the beam at a thick history book laying on the ground. She typed furiously as she read. "Okay, so carry the three…divide by four…and then we find that in 1863…the necklace was… recovered and…then lost again…pawn shop in…"
"Excuse me?" Velma interrupted, causing Kendra to leap into the air in shock. "Sorry to interrupt, just saw the glow from your laptop and wasn't sure what it was."
"Just doing some research," Kendra snapped impatiently. "That's not a crime, is it?"
"No, I do it all the time, actually," Velma replied, barely hiding her annoyance under a thin veneer of patience.
"Then you'll know how important concentration is," Kendra replied tersely. "I've been searching for years and I've finally been able to track the necklace to this graveyard. So if you'll excuse me…" She shut her laptop and gathered up all her books before melting into the night.
"Well, that was suspicious," Velma remarked.
"Hmmm…I've got a funny feeling about her," Fred agreed. "Since we've got a lot of ground to cover, let's split up, gang!" (The rest of the gang had the presence of mind to slam their hands over their ears to protect them from Abby's resulting squeal of joy.) "Daphne and I will go check out the caretaker's cottage, while Velma follows Kendra. Shaggy, you and Scooby go with Abby to Ben Allen's grave."
Shaggy and Scooby threw an angry glare Fred's way as they stalked off with (still-chattering) Abby in tow.
"Like, the worst thing about this spooky cemetery is, like, the lack of a snack bar," Shaggy quipped as he, Scooby and Abby crept through the graveyard.
"Hey, I'm hungry, too, Shaggy," commented Abby. "Maybe we could be related!"
"No we could not be," Shaggy murmured quietly, so only Scooby could hear. Scooby snickered quietly. As the trio crept through the graveyard, even Abby fell silent in the stillness of the fog-enshrouded tombs. "Well, at least there, like, hasn't been any sign of our ghoul-friend."
At these words, the transparent figure of the Grey Lady suddenly materialized in front of them! She emitted a wordless shriek and dive-bombed them from the air!
"Like, me and my big, fat, stupid mouth."