A/N Although this is technically one of the last scenes of the movie, I will be continuing a different plot after the movie itself is supposed to end. I don't know how many chapters this story will have specifically, but it will definitely have a lot more.

Chapter Six

The Woodsman plucked Jessica off the ground, dangling her in mid-air.

Jessica paled and began screaming, her face contorting with terror.

"Let her go, Woodsman!" Fred yelled, red-faced with anger.

"I told you to get out," the Woodsman hissed, tightening his grip on Jessica, "but you didn't listen. Now you're gonna pay!"

"Fred," I whispered, turning to him desperately. "I think we should listen to the ax-wielding maniac."

"Fred, look out!" a familiar voice warned, and I looked up to see Luke soaring in on a zipline, swiftly grabbing Jessica and landing lightly on the ground.

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks," she managed, her face still pale.

"You okay?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"Ahem." Luke cleared his throat.

"Uh, good work, Luke," Fred praised awkwardly, his lovestruck gaze not leaving Jessica.

I resisted the urge to physically roll my eyes.

"Like, how long have we been in here?" Shaggy cried, shaking the jail cell bars. "Like, help. I'm too young! I'm going crazy! Someone, free us!"

My gaze shifted to the lock on the bars. I walked over and stuck my fingernail in the lock, turning it, and then retracting it. Seconds later, the bars slid open, and Shaggy and Scooby gratefully ran out.

"Like, how'd you do that?" Shaggy asked me in amazement.

I smirked. "Old habits die hard," I replied with a shrug.

"Jailbreak." Shaggy grinned. "Cool."

I turned to Fred. "Do you have a game plan?"

"Good question," Fred said, rubbing his head in blatant frustration. "We got the Woodsman, at least."

I looked at the empty space where the Woodsman once stood. "Where'd he go?"

"He's….gone," Velma murmured, and she was right.

He'd vanished just as quickly as he had appeared.

"The sun is coming up," I remarked as a pool of golden light formed on the ground, signaling morning.

"Look, the steeple is pointing the way," Velma pointed out.

The steeple lingered over us, engulfed in honey-colored sunlight. "The treasure must be right here."

"Allow me." A new voice spoke up, followed by a figure clad in a neon blue fish costume swooped in, diving toward the treasure, near where Scooby stood.

"Hey, fish face!" Shaggy stepped forward. "Like, stay away from my buddy."

"It's time to find out who this 'Fishman' really is," Fred said, removing the mask, only to reveal a Woodsman mask.

"The Woodsman?" My voice rang incredulously.

Fred removed the Woodsman mask. Ranger Knudsen stood, exposed, in front of us.

"Ranger Knudsen?" Velma vocalized our shock.

I blinked. "He was the Woodsman and the Fishman?"

"Yep," Velma replied matter-of-factly. "And I've got a feeling that if we searched his ranger station, we'd find a Specter mask, too."

Ranger Knudsen looked at Velma. "You think you've got me all figured out, don't you, beautiful?" He smirked.

I put my hands on my hips. "You think you're really something, huh?"

"Oh, honey, I know I'm something," Ranger Knudsen purred.

"I have never met someone as arrogant and full of it as you," I said in astonishment.

"Oh, I didn't say anything," Daphne chirped, and I rolled my eyes.

"I think he was talking to me," Velma interjected hesitantly.

Daphne blushed, taken aback. "Oh, right."

"Looks like we foiled his plan," Fred remarked disdainfully.

"Like, not his plan," Shaggy pointed out, gesturing to the pile of masks lying on the ground next to Ranger Knudsen. "Their plan."

If I'm ever asked what the weirdest summer of my life was, this would be it.