Chaptuh Two:

Daphne had her butler, Jenkins, dive us to the Kids Next Door tree house in her limousine. As she got out, she turned to him and, like, said, "Thanks, Jenkins!"

"You're welcome, Miss Blake," he said, before driving off.

"Let's split up, gang!" cried Freddy.

Daphne glared at him and said, "Freddy, we don't even know what the mystery is."

"Oh," he said, sheepishly. "I knew that. Now, our employers live in a large tree house in this neighborhood. Now, all we need to do is find this tree house and--" Daphne tapped his shoulder and pointed to the enormous tree growing out of a white house that we were in front of. "Huh? Oh. Thanks, Daph." Daphne groaned.

Freddy walked up to the door and noticed that it was protected by a keypad. Fortunately, we had prepared a password to let us in, but with Freddy's wacky mind... He turned to look at us and said, "Okay, Shaggy and Scooby, you try climbing up this place and see if you can sneak in. Daphne and I can grab a couple of shovels and dry to dig underneath the door. Velma could--"

"Uh, Freddy," I interrupted, "why don't we just type in our password?" As I said this, I typed in the password we and Numbuh 1 agreed on: scoobysnax!

"I was about to say that!" Freddy said sheepishly.

We all, like, rolled our eyes. "Oh, brother."

I finished typing in the password and hit enter.

"Access approved, Scooby-Doo Detective Agency. Welcome to the Kids Next Door Headquarters."

"Like, high-tech!" I cried.

"Reah," agreed Scooby. "Righ-tech."

The five of us entered and saw a boy in a red sweatshirt, gray shorts, and a part of thick black sunglasses.

"Ah, you've arrived," he said. "I'm Numbuh 1."

"We're the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency," said Freddy.

Numbuh 1, like, lowered his sunglasses and rolled his eyes, saying, "I kind of figured that out on my own."

He signaled us on, and we followed him up a lot of stairs to a room with a holographic... something... in the middle of it. There, four other kids were waiting.

"Now, you're probably wondering why I've called you here," said Numbuh 1. We nodded, as he, like, explained: "A strange image of the spirit of a Numbuh 1 past has appeared in our midst, wanting revenge on the Kids Next Door organization." He, then, turned to the other four kids, addressing them, as well as us: "You're all probably wondering what type of a Numbuh 1 would want revenge on the Kids Next Door."

"You bet," said an African-American girl in a red cap.

"Yeah," said a chubby boy in a pilot cap and goggles.

"Uh-huh," said a black-haired Asian girl.

"Tell us, Numbuh 1," cried a blonde boy, in an Australian accent.

"I have done some research of the Kids Next Door history and found one such Numbuh 1," he said. He cleared his throat and began his story. "Richard Jones, Numbuh 1 from 85 years ago, was quite an operative. He could put together a battle tactic faster than you could say 'Kids Next Door, battle stations'! In fact, he was considered the greatest operative in the organization! But one day, his reputation dropped from the highest high to the lowest low."

"Like, what happened?" I asked.

"He was caught, secretly, selling top secret information to an enemy grown-up!"

The other four kids gasped.

Numbuh 1 continued: "Apparently, this grown-up had offered him sacks full of money in exchange for such information. Richard's mind, obviously, wasn't thinking straight, and he did the treacherous deed!

"Richard was ripped of his title and codename and was kicked off the team. As he left, he vowed revenge. No Kids Next Door ever saw of him again... until just recently."

"So this old Numbuh 1 came back in the form of a ghost to get revenge for being kicked off the team?" the chubby boy asked.

Daphne rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, please! There are no such things as ghosts!"

"Ghost or no ghost, we've got a mystery to solve!" cried Freddy. "So, we'll, uh..."

Daphne sighed and, like, finished for him: "...split up and search for clues."

"Right," said Freddy, sheepishly. "I knew that."