Gwen felt dwarfed at the base of the brick staircase that stretched seemingly forever up a massive, purple temple. Thick and wispy plumes of cloud blanketed the surrounding. Only the occasional sharp spire of rock interrupted the expanse of white fluff stretching as far as the eye could see. She grimaced at the sight and her eyes lit ablaze a fiery pink.

"I've never seen a mind this fortified. Good thing I only need access to level one memories…" Gwen said as she started levitating. She began her ascent of the steps but was quickly halted by a crash just ahead of her. She peered up through the purple dust to see a thirty-foot-tall Daphne looking back down at her.

"You've got balls coming into my mind, sister…" she said, stomping towards Gwen who flew out of the way, throwing some mana disks back. The two disks struck the giant Daphne and dissipated without her even wincing.

"You must be her ego…" Gwen replied, "Ben's is bigger." She manifested a mana rope that tied itself around Daphne's legs. In retaliation, Daphne grabbed the rope and swung Gwen around like a lasso before launching her to oblivion. Without hesitation, Gwen cast a wall in her path. She slammed into it, enduring a grisly impact that dislocated her mental shoulder. Standing on a mana platform over the clouds, Gwen began casting a more advanced spell.

Daphne's ego watched from the stairs of the temple as a massive pink pirate ship took shape, with Gwen standing at the helm. The ship began cruising through the clouds, building speed and circling the temple. As it passed Daphne, it shot barrages of mana cannonballs that pelted her and knocked her against the stairs. Finally, it flew straight into the air before nose-diving directly towards Daphne. Gwen leaped from the ship onto another floating platform as it impacted the temple, causing a blinding blast of pink and purple to erupt.

As the dust settled, Daphne's ego brushed the rubble from her shoulder. She simply scoffed and pointed up. Gwen followed her direction to see thousands of massive mental meteorites hurling toward both of them. She threw a shield above herself but it was useless, the meteors tore through it like tinfoil and obliterated Gwen's mental projection. She was violently thrown back into reality, where she could feel a sharp searing pain in her now dislocated shoulder. Daphne, completely restrained by mana, looked up and smiled.

"That all you got? I've met car salesmen who could get into someone's head better than you," she mocked. Gwen's eyes lit up.

"I'll find out everything you know," Gwen replied.

"What, you think because I've fallen and I can't get up that I've lost? You don't think we already have backup on the way?" Daphne replied with a devilish smirk.

"Vilgax can send all the reinforcements he wants, we'll clobber them all."

"Shaggy would eat you guys for breakfast," Daphne retorted.

"No one said we had to do it the nice way," Gwen sternly threatened. Her entire body became enveloped in mana, her hair streaming in the wind, moving in and out of this dimension. Her hair lit ablaze in vibrant pink mana, weaving in and out of this dimension with the harsh winds. Narrowing her glowing eyes, she took her hand and lodged it deep into Daphne's skull, who could only manage a hasty yelp before falling unconscious. Gwen kept her hand steady in Daphne's skull and shut her eyes, allowing her arcane abilities to take over.

A melancholy haze of pink clouds filled Gwen's head. They bustled about lazily, shifting into every shape in form until she could imagine nothing else. Spires of rock shot up out from the ocean of wispy plumes. She inhaled, allowing the fresh air to fill her lungs to their capacity – it smelled faintly of pleasant flowers. As she exhaled, her feet met the stone bricks of Daphne's mind temple once more. A mind butterfly fluttered about and landed gently on Gwen's hand. It wore a tiny onion ring around one of its antennas.

"He little fella, you seen any Vilgax-related memories around here?"

The butterfly looked back at her with innocent, beady eyes, then fluttered off into the clouds. Gwen immediately blew a deep hole in the staircase with a blast of mana. She did it again and again, carving her way into the temple. Behind her, at the entrance of the tunnel, she heard a rumble. Turning around she saw Daphne's ego stuffing itself into the tunnel. Her limbs bent in crooked and horrific ways to fit as she crawled through the tunnel. Gwen removed a book from her purse and read a spell from it.

"Purgans lux," she cited. A beam of holy white light flooded every inch of the tunnel, scorching Daphne's ego. The wicked beast froze as arms burst from the ground, grasping at her massive, crooked limbs. They began emerging from the walls – vile, wet corpses with hypnotizing black eyes. Daphne's inner demons. Her ego let out an agonizing cry as they piled onto her, reflecting her insecurities back at her.

"You aren't special!"

"Danger-prone Daphne, danger-prone Daphne! Ahahahahah!"

"Gonna cry? Gonna piss your pants maybe? Maybe shit and cum?"

"Just another damsel in distress!"

"You remember that homeless guy you ignored the other week even though you had plenty of cash? Because you didn't want to spend extra time in line at the Gucci store getting that Gucci ascot? That guy's dead now and it's all your fault, ahahahahaha!"

Daphne's ego crumbled to the floor and became buried in its demons. Gwen turned back to the tunnel she was digging and drew back one final blow. She broke through the wall and plunged into Daphne's level one memories.

A mental manifestation of Gwen stood in the corner of the Seven-Eleven by a backdoor, observing Daphne and Velma standing together in the drink aisle.

"How ya holding up, Velm?" Daphne said quietly, pretending to weigh the different beverage options before her.

"During the car ride, I had Phineas and Ferb give me the algorithm they used to map the light," she said in an unsettled demeanor. Daphne could feel a discomfort radiating from Velma all week.

"Very interesting…" Daphne replied, pretending to understand what Velma said.

"Daphne, you know how I say the only truly supernatural things in this world are science waiting to be discovered?"

Daphne nodded yes.

"I believe we've stumbled into a paradigm-shifting scientific discovery that will reshape our fundamental understanding of the universe. If there's any universe left by the end of all of this."

"Wait, you're saying you actually think the risk is that high here? You genuinely believe the universe is at stake?" Daphne asked. Velma looked down, considering for a moment in her head.

"I do."

"Shit…" Daphne uttered in response.

You aren't working for Vilgax, Gwen thought to herself, so who are you then…

Pulling her focus together, she found a route deeper into Daphne's subconscious. She went through the backdoor and fell into a void for what felt like an eternity. The mind-numbing nothingness tore away at Gwen's mortal barriers, shredding her three-dimensional mind into fine strands – spaghettified. The noodles of her consciousness joined the infinite sands of Daphne's mind dessert, home of her level two memories.

Each strand of Gwen's scattered mind thought of a single, solitary syllable. Their collective imagination formed the incantation sanitatem mentis.

All over the desert, mind noodles shot up from the sand, projecting towards a single point above the ground. They gathered into a swirling nucleus of mind spaghetti that condensed into a cocoon of mana. Within the cocoon, a metaphysical metamorphosis transfigured Gwen's mind spaghetti back into a single unit. A body formed around her and she felt into the hot sand, gasping for the concept of air.

Your mental defenses are armed to the brim, Gwen thought, running her hands through the rough sand, you often deal with untrustworthy people. You can't afford to let your guard down.

She paused her hand and gently shut her eyes. What are your allegiances?

A single grain of sand began glowing pink and levitated over to Gwen's forehead, embedding itself in her third eye. Her entire body flooded with a positive, warm feeling chakra.

It began with short flashes of Daphne's childhood memories. Images of her and her friends unmasking eccentric figures. Various memories of her being kidnapped and rescued appeared. They became more vivid as the memories became more recent.

One memory had Fred slipping an onion ring over Daphne's ring finger, another showed her and her friends running from a giant parrot-octopus hybrid creature.

Another memory took place in the Oval office. The gang was sitting in swivel chairs. Shaggy set a plate of twice-baked potatoes down in front of former president Barack Obama. Shaggy seemed nervous, sweat gleamed off his forehead as Obama took a bite of the potatoes. It was obvious Shaggy was holding his breath for the entire time it took the president to chew his bite. Finally, he finished chewing and closed his eyes for a moment, considering the subtle nuances of the flavors presented to him.

"I, uh, must say Shaggy, I'm rightfully impressed. These potatoes," he took another hefty bite and savored it, letting every inch of his mouth introduce itself to Shaggy's art, "they aren't worthy of my tongue," he announced, setting his fork down. The gang looked at each other.

"Like, so Mr. President Barack Obama, sir, does that mean-"

"That's right Shaggy, I'm putting your team in charge of Operation Where's Waldo."

"That's great, Mr. President, you can count on us to solve this mystery," Fred declared with glee. The gang began doing repetitive cartoon 60's dancing to celebrate.

"However," Obama added, silencing the room, "I'm pairing you guys with another group. They're experts in reconnaissance and collectors of knowledge. I think they'll, uh, aid you on your mission."

"Like, I hope it's the Justice League!"

"Ro ray Raggy! R'I hope it's the R'Avenger's, rehehehe," Scooby rebutted.

"That's ridiculous Scooby, they'd obviously pair us up with the Justice League. We've already partnered with The Batman a few times and you and Shaggy have The Flash's phone number."

"It's neither of them; they're both too busy fighting aliens," Obama interjected, "if you'll allow me to finish…." The gang fell silent again. Daphne began raising a puppet of herself in the air but Fred lowered her arm.

"Thank you. Now, uh, if you all turn around, you'll meet the leader of the team you're working with" he concluded, motioning them to turn around. The gang all swiveled around but saw no one.

"Like, what gives Mr. Obama, man?" Shaggy asked, scratching his chin fuzz.

"I'm down here," an adorable voice said. The gang looked down to see a small white mouse in a red shirt.

"Zoinks!"

"Jinkies!"

"Jeepers!"

"Golly!"

"Ra-ra-ra-raaaaat!" Scooby shrieked, leaping into Shaggy's arms.

Wait a minute, Gwen suddenly realized, I know who you are! You're Daphne Blake! That means we're fighting Mystery Incorporated, not Vilgax's crew. What are they doing here though? Are they working the same case as us?

Gwen combed her hand through the sands of Daphne's mind again, looking for particularly strong energy. She centered in on an intensely dark spot. Closing her face eyes and opening her mind's eye, a dank, grungy hallway greeted her. An uneasy feeling washed over her mana field. The smell of roasting meat began filling the room; smoke leaked in from one end of the hallway where chanting could be heard.

"Swallow your soul…" a group maniacally repeated. Dashing down the hall, she came to a horrific sight in the living room. Three people, one of which was grilling himself alive, surrounded Daphne. Gwen went over to Daphne.

Why're you being hunted by Deadites? She wondered, inspecting Daphne. She held her hand over Daphne's forehead. You don't know what you are, she realized, once again removing the spellbook from her purse and searching through it.

Tertium oculum leva, she chanted, jabbing her hand in Daphne's stomach. Daphne felt a bubble of power grow out from her stomach until it filled her entire body. She looked down at her hands, which were enveloped in a purple glow.

"Swallow this," Daphne shouted, hurling a disk of purple mana that sliced the fat man's head clean off. One of the other creatures let out a vicious scream imbued with dark magic. The scream held enough power to eject Gwen from both the level one and level two memories. She reawoke to Daphne, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry, I… the spell can invoke unwarranted... I needed to be sure you weren't working with Vilgax…"

Daphne didn't look up at first, but Gwen could see a slight grin on her face. "I knew I was psychic," she finally uttered, using the ascot to wipe tears from her eyes.

Luanne and Ben stared each other down for a moment. Suddenly, a small electronic device fell from above, landing next to Luanne. She quickly swiped it and Ben, as Fasttrack, had her by the neck in a split second. Luanne choked as he looked into her eyes menacingly.

"I'm only gonna ask this once," He threatened, tightening his grip on her neck. "What's Vilgax up to?"

Luanne continued choking, her skin turning blue. Ben slightly weakened his grip and she spat in his face. He slammed his fist against the wall next to her head, but she didn't flinch in the slightest.

"Your aliens are-" Luanne coughed. A few mice scurried past Ben's feet, causing him to squeal. He quickly regained composure.

"Awesome? I know."

"I was gonna say lame."

"Are you kidding? My aliens are awesome. I saved the universe, but even more importantly, I saved the world. Not that the opinion of a lackey like you matters," he replied. In an instant, Luanne was tightly bound by a rope. Suddenly, Ben's Ultimatrix began beeping and he transformed back into a human. A look of confusion flashed across his face.

"What? The Ultimatrix should still have plenty of power," he yelled, glancing down at his watch. A boyish whimper slipped his tongue upon the shocking realization that his wrist was now barren. Looking back to Luanne, her body was replaced with ice.

"Ice clone?" Ben attempted to release his grip on her neck, but the ice rapidly grew up his arm. In a matter of seconds, the baddest kid to ever save day became a popsicle – or so he thought. In actuality, another of Luanne's summons had cast a powerful genjutsu spell. An icy haze covered the junkyard, paralyzing Ben in a state of mental shock.

"Hosea the Cool Cat," Luanne gasped.

Greetings Luanne. Are you alright? He telepathically thought to Luanne.

I'm fine. These meanies started attackin' us outta nowhere! They said something about a Valtrex I think? I don't really know what's going on… Luanne thought back.

Not to worry Luanne, I've put this scoundrel under a powerful Genjutsu. He should be immobilized for the time being. I recommend you call the police, Hosea instructed.

Okay, she thought back. Reaching into her pocket, she quickly removed the device that fell from the sky earlier and pressed it.

Luanne… you do remember how to call the police, right? You need to use your phone, Hosea mentally projected to her.

I can't, it broke earlier during the fight. But it's okay Hosea, I used this Life Alert that God gave me earlier, she thought to him, holding the device up for him to see. It blinked green.

God… gave it to you?

That's right. After that mean guy hurt poor Obadiah, I prayed that God would help us, and he dropped this for us from heaven!

Alright. Well while we wait for the officers to come, why don't you fill me in as to how you got here. Are you with anyone, and do you have any idea why these people were attacking you? Hosea inquired.

Uh… I'm not too sure. I'm here with Daphne and the orange gal. We were spyin' on this clerk lookin' fer aliens an' these guys started attackin' us chasin' the guy we were spyin' on an'-

Slow down Luanne, relax a little bit. Your mind's in a state of disarray, it's making it difficult to maintain a telepathic link, Hosea explained.

"I'm sorry Hosea. I guess I ain't cut out for this mystery solvin' stuff," Luanne apologized. The Ultimatrix on Fasttrack's chest lit up.

"This isn't good," he grunted, quickly forming an ice katana.

"I think he's gonna change into another monster," Luanne said, putting up her fists. Fasttrack's body began morphing, accompanied by a green glow. It reformed into a massive metal golem.

"NRG," Ben said with a heavy Russian accent. The heat radiating from his body instantly evaporated the surrounding icy mist. Hosea's sword also began melting, dripping away rapidly. "Zis is ze pert where you surrender."

NRG shot a beam of radiation at Luanne and Hosea. Hosea erected a wall of ice to protect them, but it only stood for a moment before completely melting.

"Hosea, you can go home," Luanne commanded.

Miss Luanne, I'd never leave you at a time like this, Hosea argued.

You'll die in less than a minute against this monster. You're ice style's no match for something this hot! Don't worry Hosea, Gurgle Gurgle will handle this, Luanne reaffirmed to him.

I suppose if it's Gurgle Gurgle we're talking about, you're in good tentacles. I'll retreat then. Until next time, Luanne, Hosea thought. He burst into a cloud of steam and a small, blue, cat hand puppet fell to the ground. Luanne withdrew an octopus puppet.

"Alright Gurgle Gurgle, show him your strength," Luanne said, throwing the puppet into the air. It grew into a massive octopus the size of a house.

"Zat's not good," NRG said, taking a cautious step back. Gurgle Gurgle let out a bone rattling gurgle. Its skin began pustulating, oozing a violate magma toxin that corroded anything it came in contact with – poisoning and vaporizing it simultaneously.

"Eat cancer," NRG shouted, firing a radioactive blast at Gurgle Gurgle. The toxic magma slime reflected the beam of cancer into space.

"So zat mucus deflects cancer, huh? No problem for NRG, NRG can always make more cancer," NRG said, staring at Gurgle Gurgle through the slotted vent on his bulky metal suit. Gurgle Gurgle simply spat a loogie of magma toxin at NRG who evaporated it with another blast of energy. Gurgle Gurgle grabbed NRG and began slamming him into old cars.

"Stop it- that-" he was slammed into another SUV, where a bunch of mice living inside looked at him in terror, "tickles."

NRG unleashed a beam of cancer that cut the tentacle holding him clean off. Tumors rapidly spread over the wound, ceiling it closed as Gurgle Gurgle let out a painful howl. NRG fell to the ground with the remainder of the tentacle still wrapped around him. Standing up, he saw Gurgle Gurgle writhing in pain.

"Stupid cephalopod, enjoy your cancer," NRG said. Suddenly, the tumors on his wound began withering away. Steam erupted from the injury as they fell off one by one.

"Gurgle Gurgle's venom can kill anything, even cancer," Luanne explained from a safe distance.

NRG thought critically about his next move. He knew the Ultimatrix didn't have enough power to transform again, he had to finish the fight as NRG. "NRG will simply make more cancer zen zis foolish fish can poison," he said, firing a wide ray of cancer at the giant octopus.

"I vonce used zis move to give Vilgax testicular cancer when he turned himself giant," NRG boasted, "now he only has zree testicles. It's a slow roast attack that applies a massive amount of cancer to a very large surface area at a low intensity."

Gurgle Gurgle stared on, unreactive to the barrage of cancerous light striking his body. He lifted one of his massive tentacles and pinned NRG to the ground, then used two more tentacles to pull at the helmet of his suit. On the ground next to him, NRG saw a bunch of mice gnawing away at the decomposing tentacle.

"Fool. I had zis suit reinforced. Eat concentrated, high-intensity cancer," he shouted, blasting a narrow beam into the octopus eye. The beam reflected back and struck NRG's suit.

"Cancer doesn't kill NRG, silly," NRG boasted. His suit began dissolving into liquid.

"Vat? How?" He cried.

"Gurgle Gurgle," Gurgle Gurgle gurgled.

"You poisoned ze cancer ray with magma toxin? Fool! If my suit's destroyed, you'll give everyone in ze town cancer," the NRG explained, still pinned down by one of Gurgle Gurgle's massive tentacles.

"What do I do?" Luanne panicked, looking to Gurgle Gurgle. A beam of bright yellow radiation burst from a hole in the melting suit.

"Kidding…" said NRG, emerging from his metal suit in his true form, a glowing yellow being of raw energy. With a devilish grin, he took aim at Gurgle Gurgle.

"Gurgle Gurgle, look out," Luanne cried. A yellow flash of light blinded her and she fell to her knees in tears. "You monster, I'll kill you!" Luanne shrieked, dashing towards NRG. She threw a punch aimlessly, blinded by her tears, and broke a knuckle on a car door.

"Calm down Luanne, it's alright." a familiar voice said from behind. The sound of squeaking invaded her ears. She turned around, wiping the tears from her eyes to see Fred standing alongside the rest of the gang as well as Gwen, Kevin, and at least several hundred mice.