Author's note:

Quite the unique title, huh? Lol

This chapter is a bit darker than the past few, which have been more on the silly side. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!

The icy January winds nearly blew the door to ZPOP Studios open, as Daphne reached for the handle.

Once she had gotten safely into the warmth of the indoors, Daphne removed her gray, fleece-lined hat and placed it into her coat pocket.

A familiar face came into her line of vision.

"Hey Nick!" Daphne greeted. "How was your holidays?"

Daphne hadn't been into work since the evening of the performance for A Christmas Carol, which Nick hadn't participated in. She had been too busy checking out John Abigail High School, a scenario which ended much odder than she had expected.

"Hey, Daphne! They were good. Nice to see my family, and just relaxing for a bit. How was your holidays?" Nick inquired.

"Mine were good too! Crazy busy though." Daphne informed. "I visited that high school last week with Shaggy too, and I just finished editing that footage last night."

"Oh yeah!" Nick remembered. "How is your new boyfriend?

"Ah, we're not together anymore." Daphne stated bluntly.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Nick apologized.

"It's okay. I think it was for the best." Daphne postulated. "We're still good friends."

Nick quickly changed the subject, to avoid any awkwardness that might ensue from talking about the redhead's ex-boyfriend. "So, anything fun planned for today?"

"Not particularly. I've gotta research some more haunted locations for my show." Daphne responded humbly.

"How about a cemetery?" the perky blonde known as Isabel chirped, just as she walked in hearing distance of the conversation.

"That's a bit random, don't you think?" Daphne replied snarkily.

Nick shrugged. "I mean, not really. Cemeteries are kind of the ultimate stereotype for where ghosts hang out, aren't they?"

"I suppose." Daphne pondered. "Although I don't want my show to be too stereotypical, you know? I want my show to be something special; a source of entertainment and information that people can trust."

"Not many people would go in a cemetery at night, especially this one. It's about an hour away from here." Isabel replied, holding up a flyer. The flyer was colored with dark jewel tones, and was labeled "Pipsqueak Cemetery" prominently at the top. The piece of paper boasted that this cemetery was the home "a real, ghoulish experience that will chill your bones!" Towards the bottom of the flyer, under a picture of the cemetery, it further advertised a clearly promotional warning. "Enter at your own risk! You may be scare-ified for life!"

"Doesn't that sound scary?" Isabel encouraged.

"The only thing scary about that flyer was the horrible "terrified" pun they made." Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, Daph. Have all the fake supernatural experiences you've had made you hardened?" Nick asked playfully.

"No!" Daphne replied defensively. "I'm just not stupid enough to fall for those cheesy gimmicks anymore."

"I think someone might just be too scared to try it out for herself." Isabel further teased.

"I am not too scared!" Daphne snapped.

"Then why don't you prove it and go to that cemetery for your next show?" Nick inquired.

"Yeah, we'll come with you, Daph. It'll be fun!" Isabel urged.

"Okay, fine. I'll prove I'm not scared of some stupid old advertising slogan." Daphne snarked.

"That's my girl." Isabel smiled, resting her head affectionately on Daphne's shoulder. "Is someone a little cwanky this morning?"

"I am not a little 'cwanky'." Daphne sighed. "When are we going?"

"Well, I was thinking tonight." Isabel smiled cheerfully.

"Tonight?" Daphne replied in a surprised manner. "How do you know I'm not busy?"

"Are you busy?" Isabel asked bluntly.

"No." Daphne stated.

"Well, then I guess you're going then." Isabel decided.

Daphne let out a big huff. "How do I let you talk me into these things?"

"Cuz you love me!" Isabel said in a high-pitched, affectionate voice.

"I don't know why though." Daphne raised her eyebrow playfully.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, Daphne's bones were instantly chilled (maybe the flyer was right after all!). The gigantic oak trees' branches around them were like hands swaying in the wind. The cold breeze was blowing them so vigorously that they seemed almost like they were grabbing at the three humans. As far as the eye could see, graves littered the ground in a very organized, structured fashion...each row and column of tombstones was perfectly symmetrical to the one next to it. The precision and intense attention to detail that whoever designed the cemetery must have put in was beautiful in itself. The night was full of fog and mist, in fact, Daphne and the others could barely see through the blurry surroundings.

"When's Nick coming?" Daphne inquired to her lovely friend Isabel, who was faithfully by the redhead's side.

"He should be here any minute now." Isabel informed.

As if on cue, a red vehicle pulled up next to Daphne's blue car, which was thoughtfully parked perfectly between the yellow lines of the parking spot. Nick, however, didn't park as carefully as Daphne did. His vehicle was so close to the right side of the line, that it was nearly over. Albeit, it didn't really matter in the end, as it was so foggy out that it was doubtful that police would make an issue of it, or even be able to see it for that matter.

"Hey, Nick!" Daphne greeted as her coworker and friend stepped out of the car and shut the door.

"Oh hello. I hadn't realized I was going to be late to the party." he blushed, a bit embarrassed.

"Oh no worries. We just got here too." Isabel reassured.

"Well, let's start looking around...I guess." Daphne responded, still a bit skeptical.

"Where do we start, though?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, this cemetery is gigantic!" Isabel observed.

"Why don't we split up?" Daphne suggested, having a very Fred-like tone to her voice.

"Why does that sound so familiar?" Isabel smirked. "But yeah, we can split up!"

"Nick, are you okay going alone?" Daphne questioned.

Nick shrugged. "Sure. I suppose. That means you and Isabel are going together then?"

Isabel looked towards her redheaded friend, who nodded in affirmation.

"I guess so." Isabel said.

"We'll go this way," Daphne instructed as she pointed left. "You can go the other way, Nick."

"And what exactly are we looking for?" Nick commented, seemingly a bit impatient with Daphne's spur-of-the-moment plan.

"Anything supernatural." Daphne replied vaguely.

"Thanks, that's really helpful." Nick rolled his eyes. "If anything happens, give a whistle."

Daphne and Isabel walked on the cold, dry ground in the cemetery, looking around with a flashlight.

"Daphne. Have you heard why they have gates around cemeteries?" Isabel inquired.

"No, why?" Daphne said with genuine curiosity.

"Because people are just DYING to get in!" Isabel revealed.

Daphne groaned. "That's horrible. Like Dred-level horrible."

"Who do you think I heard it from?" the blonde giggled.

A loud thump was heard nearby, causing both girls to jump.

"What was that?" Isabel whispered, as not to be heard by whatever the noise might have been made by.

"I...I'm not sure." Daphne stuttered.

All of a sudden, a gigantic werewolf's head popped out at the two unsuspecting girls, growling loudly.

"I think I know the answer!" Isabel shouted, clearly frightened.

"Hold on a second...this is nothing more than a cheap werewolf mask." Daphne announced, immediately snapping out of her originally frightened state of mind.

Daphne walked up to the werewolf head, pulling its mask off to reveal a wire hooked up to a tape recorder.

"Phew. I guess we really dodged the bullet on that one." Isabel breathed a sigh of relief.

"There was no bullet to dodge. Nothing in this cemetery is even remotely real, much less scary. Can't anyone see that?" Daphne sighed, feeling like an expert in a beginner's class.

"C'mon Daph. Where's your sense of adventure? You're so moody lately." Isabel pointed out.

"I'm sorry." Daphne apologized. "It's just that I hate these fake, gimmicky-type places. I've had years of unmasking people in Halloween costumes. I want a real, live ghost."

"That's an oxymoron, Daph." Isabel pointed out.

"Hmm...you sound just like Velma." Daphne laughed, remembering her friend's comment on the way up to Moonscar Island.

"Let's keep looking." the redhead added. "Keeping in mind that there may be more faux haunts popping up, of course."

"Just watch out, the ghost of God may be watching us right now..." Isabel warned.

"God is a spirit...and everyone just says God, or the Holy Spirit. No one says 'the ghost of God.'" Daphne informed.

"Spirit, ghost, same thing, right?" Isabel teased.

"Not really. I mean, a spirit is just that, a spiritual, otherworldly presence. A ghost implies that something was once living and is now not. Thus, God isn't a ghost." Daphne explained.

"A spirit can be something that was dead too, though. I argue that spirit and ghost are interchangeable. What are you going to do about it?" Isabel said in a faux-intimidating voice.

"There could be one God, there could be hundreds of gods, heck, there could be no gods. I guarantee you no one says 'the ghost of God', though. It just doesn't sound grammatically correct." Daphne paused, realizing the inaneness of the conversation. "Why am I even having this conversation with you?"

"Sir, I challenge you to a duel!" Isabel announced.

Amidst the mindless silliness, the two young women froze when they heard bones clanking together loudly.

"What was that noise?" Daphne asked cautiously.

Isabel didn't say anything, rather, she pointed up in the dark, night sky towards one of the tree branches. A gnarly, bony skeleton was perched up in the tree, grinning at them maniacally.

Daphne didn't even have to look twice, she just kept running. Clearly, she wasn't the only one running, nor was Isabel, who was breathing heavily alongside her, running as fast as she could. The fact that bones could be heard clanking in a rhythmic manner told her that the living skeleton was clearly right on their tails.

After they had run a significant amount, the girls both spotted a nearby blue structure which appeared to be some sort of outhouse. Though it wasn't the cleanest place to hide, they didn't exactly have too many other options at the moment. The blonde darted in the outhouse right after her redhead friend, locking the door behind her.

Isabel attempted to speak between deep breaths of exhaustion.

"Man…" she panted. "Spending my Saturday night in an outhouse is a new low for me."

Daphne didn't bother to respond, rather, she just held her ear up to the door and listened outside. She could still hear the skeleton's bones clanking together, but it got quieter and quieter after a few moments.

"Should we check outside to see if he's gone?" Isabel whispered.

"Not yet." Daphne quietly responded. "Give it a few minutes."

"So." Isabel started. "Got any good gossip while we're waiting? Shocking secrets, fashion faux-pas, stories about cute boys?" the blonde smirked.

Daphne just rolled her eyes in response. Even in the most dire of situations, Isabel could still find ways to be her silly, quirky self.

After several minutes of waiting, it seemed like time was moving at a glacial pace.

"Ok." Daphne finally spoke up. "I'm going to try to open the door now, but if the skeleton's out there. I'll shut it and lock it again immediately. Is that okay?"

Isabel shrugged. "Fine by me."

Daphne opened the door, the creak of it making her heart almost jump out of her chest with fear.

Darkness.

Nothing was there.

"I think he's gone." Daphne whispered.

"It could be a girl skeleton too!" Isabel jokingly snarked back. "Why would you just assume it's male? I didn't think the patriarchy would affect you of all people."

"Isabel, would you please just shut up?" Daphne snapped quietly. "Now, let's get out of here as silently as we can. The skeleton could still be lurking anywhere."

Isabel simply nodded.

Daphne snuck out of the outhouse without making a peep, sneaking as quickly as she could towards a more open area of the cemetery. Should the skeleton ambush them again, they'd have plenty of places to run this time.

Isabel was the next to exit the outhouse, but was not quite as silent as Daphne. For good reason, though.

The first sound Daphne heard from behind her was Isabel's squeaky voice shouting "Daphne, run!"

The redhead took a quick look behind her, only to discover the skeleton peeking out from behind the outhouse. He was there the whole time, just lying in wait for them to come out.

Daphne's feet did as her brain told them to and ran as fast as she humanly could.

She didn't exactly get very far though. Tripping over a tree branch, Daphne's body tumbled down what felt like an open grave. What should have been a short fall felt like it took ages, as her poor delicate body was subjected to the jagged rocks on the side of the hole she fell into.

After what seemed like an eternity of falling, the redhead finally hit the bottom, her body tired and achy from being tossed about.

"How's the view from down here?" a familiar voice asked.

"Isabel?" Daphne opened her eyes and shook her head groggily. "You fell down into the empty grave too?"

"I'm afraid it's bigger than just a grave." Isabel pointed to a vast, cavernous space which the two girls now occupied. "I believe what we fell down is called a pit."

Daphne looked up to see that she actually had fallen a long way down, and that the skeleton was glaring at them from above.

"Why the hell would they leave a gigantic hole like this uncovered?" Daphne complained.

"I think we're about to find out." Isabel pointed up towards the skeleton, who had a large manhole cover in its hand. The two girls could hear its bones clanking a bit, as it placed the manhole cover over the pit, sealing them in.

"He must have opened this up while we were hiding in the outhouse, so we'd fall down here and be trapped." Isabel theorized.

"Well, it's a pretty big cave." Daphne observed, as she took a glance at her new surroundings. "Let's look for another way out."

"Do you wanna split up again?" Isabel asked.

"No, let's stick together this time. It'd be even worse if we got separated in here. This cave looks gigantic." Daphne noticed.

"Aww. I knew you loved me!" the blonde smiled, resting her head playfully on Daphne's shoulder.

The girls began looking around the cave together, looking for any way out that they could find. The surroundings were pretty monotonous. The entire area was surrounded with dirt and large rocks, on both the ground and the walls. The cave structure looked relatively sturdy though, as if someone had actually taken the time to carve out tunnels under the cemetery. Daphne and Isabel kept walking at a steady pace, with the former in the lead.

Daphne was busy glancing up above her to see if there was a way for them to climb out. She didn't pay much attention to her perky blonde friend, who she figured was behind her. That is, until she heard Isabel let out a sharp squeak.

"What is it, Iz?"

"I just bumped into this weirdly jagged rock." Isabel replied, a bit cranky from the force the rock had applied when bumping into her leg. "I wonder what's behind it."

Isabel used all her might to pull the rock out of the wall. When she finally was able to lift the rock and dislodge it from the structure of the cave, a strange transparent blob of matter floated out of it, making an eerie, ghastly moan before quickly floating upwards and through the top of the cave.

"See, now that's a spirit." Isabel said bluntly, most probably to cover up the intense fear of what she'd just witnessed with humor.

"Wha...what was that thing? A ghost?" Daphne stuttered, lost for words.

"I have no idea. Let's just get out of here as fast as we can before we have to find out what that was."

"I'm with you on that." Daphne agreed.

Both women tried to forget what they had just seen, continuing to walk through the cave and look for a way out.

"Speaking of ghosts though, guess what's still in the outhouse." Daphne realized.

"Your sanity?" Isabel said. "I know I'm starting to lose mine, being trapped in this cave. It feels kinda claustrophobic."

"No, my camera. I have no way of documenting any paranormal activity we do see, beyond that tiny little bit of the skeleton chasing us."

"That sucks." Isabel sympathized. "Let's just hope we don't see any more paranormal activity then while we're stuck down here."

"Hey, look, Iz." Daphne pointed to a small opening in the cave up ahead, where they saw a very skinny looking lady standing. She donned a long, red dress, which the two girls could only see from the back. "Someone else is down here."

"Oh, thank god. Maybe she knows a way out." Isabel hoped.

Once Daphne and Isabel approached the lady, Daphne put her hand on the woman's shoulder to alert her of their presence, as she was still not facing them.

"Hey, I'm…"

The woman turned around slowly to reveal an ugly, grotesquely deformed face. Her facial structure was asymmetrical, and there were several large cracks near her nose and eyes.

"Time is running out for you!" the ghastly lady shrieked. "You must escape shortly or you shall both suffer the same fate as I!"

In a puff of smoke, the horribly deformed woman disappeared into the night air.

"Wh-wh-what did I just see?" Isabel shook her head in disbelief.

"Was that even real?" Daphne asked. "Or just another of the cemetery's promotional gimmicks?"

"God, I sure hope it's the latter." Isabel wished, chilled to the bone.

"All we can do is keep moving and hope that it was." Daphne stated, unwillingly to let her fear get the best of her, and leave her and her friend trapped down in the cave.

It seemed like forever that the two of them had been walking.

And they weren't getting anywhere.

In the several miles that the two girls had trekked, they had been unsuccessful in finding an exit.

Isabel's eyes were red from her own tears, which spilled out of her eyes vigorously at the thought of being trapped down in a cave. Even with the hope of them finding a way out, it was still a very scary and traumatic experience to be trapped below ground, especially under a cemetery. There was no guarantee that they would escape, which was a somber thought that haunted both Daphne and Isabel.

"Aww, Isabel. It's okay." Daphne tried to comfort her crying friend. "I'm sure we'll find a way out."

"I hope so." Isabel said, her voice high and panicked-sounding between each teardrop.

"Wait a second, look over there." Daphne pointed. An old, rusty shovel was partially buried in a pile of rocks to the side of the two girls.

"What's that gonna do?" Isabel sniffled. "The only thing we can do with that is dig, and that would just bring us deeper into the cave."

"Not if we use those rocks on the wall as a makeshift ladder." Daphne suggested. "Once we're at the top, we can dig at the dirt ceiling and see if we can get out that way."

Isabel still was teary-eyed and unmoved by Daphne's idea.

"So, who wants to dig? You or I?" Daphne inquired.

Isabel didn't say anything, but rather just pointed at Daphne. It was clear that she had lost a lot of her hope and mental sanity down here. The sweet, quirky little goofball that was usually Isabel was now a somber, hopeless teary mess.

"Aww, honey. You're really scared, aren't you?" Daphne tried to comfort her friend. The redhead wasn't exactly sure why she herself wasn't feeling more hopeless, but nonetheless she tried to use what mental strength and hope she had to cheer her miserable friend.

Isabel simply let out a slight nod, while clearly trying to stop crying.

Daphne took a short mental detour. Instead of going over to grab the shovel, she walked over to Isabel and wrapped her arms around her, trying to hold and comfort her.

The blonde proceeded to cry a bit, but tried to calm down as Daphne loosened her grasp and walked over to dislodge the shovel from the rocks.

Clearly, the holding session had made Isabel feel a bit better, as she followed her redhead friend over to pile of rocks and began lifting them off one by one, and tossing them to the side. The shovel was simply too buried to attempt to remove it from the pile by itself.

At last, the pile of large rocks had been cleared enough to remove the rusty, beat-up shovel so it could be utilized.

Daphne lifted up the shovel triumphantly, as if it were a Holy Grail that she had been coveting. It felt glorious to have a way out, even if it was only hypothetically at this point and time.

"Iz, I'm going to start climbing. Can you stay down here just in case something happens, and I fall?" Daphne requested.

"Of course." she smiled, attempting to remain positive.

Daphne climbed up the tedious pile of rocks welded to the wall, placing her feet on whatever little bit of rock she could find, step by awkward step.

She knew it was going to happen at some point, and of course, it did. Her foot didn't quite make one of the rocks, and she slipped. In a split second, the redhead's reflexes kicked into gear and grabbed the nearest rock with her hand, stopping her from falling. Her one foot was dangling, while one hand and one foot were precariously gripped onto separate rocks. The other hand held the shovel as tight as she could.

"Daph! Are you okay?" Isabel called, worried about the safety of her friend.

"I...I think so." Daphne paused for a moment, to regain her confidence and mental stamina. After an ample amount of time, she continued to climb upwards.

It was a very awkward and dangerous journey, but at last, the redhead had made it to the top with her shovel. Daphne was frustrated and flustered by this point. Using this energy to her advantage, she took a hard whack at the dirt above them.

The dirt slightly came loose. A very small chunk of dirt fell down below to where Isabel was standing.

Daphne felt like screaming out in frustration. While her plan wasn't completely debunked yet, it would take much more effort and exhilaration than she had previously expected. Regardless, she had to get out, so she forced herself to keep going even with her anxiety and exhaustion.

Daphne had taken at least 100 whacks at the dirt by now.

While she'd made some progress, and there was a large pile of dirt now next to Isabel on the ground, it still felt like a long way to go.

A few more angry whacks with the shovel shook some more dirt loose, but that wasn't all. There was also...a strange white chunk of something hanging above her now.

"Is that a…" Daphne asked herself, though she was cut off as a gigantic pile of bones fell down, just barely missing her head.

"Oh fuck, what the shit was that?" Daphne swore.

"I think we just dug up someone's grave, Daph." Isabel pointed down to the pile of bones, showing a large desiccated skull of a person right next to her.

Daphne shivered at the thought of what they had just done.

"That's disturbing." she articulated.

"You know what that means though?" Isabel asked.

Honestly, Daphne didn't know what she had meant at first, until she saw the light peeking out from the hole where the bones previously were.

"We're almost above ground!" Daphne shouted out with glee.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it!" Isabel suddenly perked up.

Daphne rapidly continued digging upwards with invigoration, easily dislodging the dirt prison which held them with her newfound strength and courage.

The result was glorious.

The light of the full moon beamed down upon them, as Daphne made a triumphant climb out of the pit.

"Holy shit!" someone yelled. Daphne quickly realized the voice belonged to Nick.

"I was looking for you guys everywhere, but I didn't expect you to come up from underground...how deep is that thing?" Nick spoke in awe as he looked down at Isabel.

"It's a long story, Nick." Daphne laughed, almost overstimulated with the excitement of escaping. "Come on up, Isabel!"

Isabel attempted to climb up the rocks just as she'd seen her redhead friend do a few hours ago. Her awkward leg movements, while a bit adorable to Daphne and Nick, made it quite challenging for the blonde to manage to climb up the steep group of rocks attached to the wall. The rocks only jutted out ever so slightly, so it had been tough even for Daphne to find places to put her feet safely.

"You can do it, Iz!" Daphne cheered.

"Come on, Isabel!" Nick echoed.

Isabel smiled, seeing the happy faces of her friends encouraging her. One could argue that this was what gave her the energy and stamina to successfully make it to the top of the pit.

Daphne, Isabel and Nick had made it safely back to the studio. Of course, it was almost morning, and there was a few hours left yet before they had to be into work. However, the trio wanted to stay together and process through the traumatic experience that they had...well, at least two of them did.

Nick revealed to the others that he hadn't seen anything, and luckily for him, discovered Daphne's missing camera while using the outhouse. Figuring something was wrong, the supportive friend and coworker of the redhead looked vigorously for her and Isabel. Eventually, he found them in quite the unexpected place of an underground tunnel.

The one thing that was still not clear to any of them, however, is if the three spirits they had seen that night were real or not.

"I think they were certainly real." Isabel said. "How could they disappear and reappear like that? And float through walls?"

"The skeleton never did that, though." Daphne brought up. "But...yeah...I guess you guys were right. I'm pretty sure those three apparitions we saw last night were the real deal."

"Oh, is someone giving in?" Nick gasped. "You admit that there were real ghosts in that 'stupid advertising gimmick' of a cemetery?"

"Honestly, I don't know what to believe." Daphne admitted, still in awe of the whole experience. "I'll just say that there were things that happened that can't be explained with logic, at least not with the information we have."

"So are you going back to the cemetery someday then?" Nick asked. "To see if there's any real ghosts there after all?"

"I'm...um…" Daphne felt silly saying this, but nonetheless, she decided to. "I'm not sure. I need a bit of a break from it, that's for sure. That experience was crazy traumatic."

"Well, if you ever decide to go back, I'll go with you, Daph." Isabel revealed.

"As will I." Nick added in.

"Aww, thanks guys. The footage I did get is definitely going in this week's show. But this might just be another one of those unexplainable experiences Iike at Twilight Cabin, or at like with us at Lorde Sumley's house, right Isabel?"

Isabel nodded.

"Honestly, I couldn't explain that experience if I tried." Isabel thought back to the strange trip her and Daphne had taken, where they ended up making a documentary about Sumley's supposed "real" ghosts in the paintings.

"Do you believe in ghosts, Nick?" Daphne momentarily changed the subject.

"Me?" he asked in surprise. "I suppose I do...though only from what you've told me. I've never seen a real-life one, you know."

Daphne thought about what Nick had just said for a moment, and realized that she really had never taken Nick along on any of the adventures where the ghosts turned out to be real. Even during this experience, he claimed not to have seen any real supernatural activity.

"Do you believe in living skeletons, Daph?" Isabel reiterated, clearly bothered by the uncertainty of the matter.

Oh, how Daphne wished she could give a solid answer to that question.

Author's note:

Hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter!

This was quite a fun one to write, as it allowed me to explore the deeper, more vulnerable sides of Daphne and especially Isabel. This one also had a much darker and more serious tone than the past few chapters, which were a bit more on the humorous side. It was fun to switch things up again and go back to making my writing a bit darker.

Not much else to say on this one, other than the whole "Ghost of God" joke went on a bit longer than expected lol. It's just such an oddly absurd thought that came to my mind, and it sounded perfect for Isabel's quirky silliness.

So, as per the routine, it is now reference time!

This whole chapter was sort of a retooling of "The Spooky Fog" from The New Scooby-Doo Movies, which featured Don Knotts. Both the plotline of falling down into a large pit and becoming trapped, as well as the cemetery and the skeleton, were inspired by this episode. The name of Pipsqueak Cemetery was also inspired by Homer Pipsqueak, a detective played by Don Knotts in another The New Scooby-Doo Movies episode titled "Guess Who's Knott Coming to Dinner?" I suppose Nick suggesting that the girls whistle if they hear anything is also a reference to what Don said in the episode.

This is a much more personal reference, though Isabel's cemetery joke ("Why do they put fences around cemeteries? Because people are just dying to get in!") was told to me very unexpectedly a few years ago during an interview with a police officer for my job. Was quite shocking and random, as we were talking about some pretty heavy crime topics beforehand. At the end of the interview (this was a ride-along interview), we drove by a cemetery and he just bluntly said that joke out of the blue as I was getting out of the car. Best way to end an interview that I've seen to this date lol.

As always, if you enjoyed this chapter, reviews, favorites and follows are incredibly appreciated!