Melissa gawked at the ghost outside the window.

"Really he couldn't have waited until AFTER I finished my soda?" Melissa asked.

"Grab your soda and come on!" Shaggy said

"Coming,"

The teens hid behind the counter watching as the other people in the diner went bonkers. Screaming and climbing over each other just to get away. After the last person had left the power went out. On instinct, the gang whipped out their flashlights. Melissa had become accustomed to having one handy. They peered over the counter astounded by what was going on outside. It could have very well be described as the next Dust Bowl. How on earth did it escalate that quickly? The ghost vanished leaving a swirling storm of chaos behind him. The teens crept to the window in order to get a better view of what was happening out there.

Wind rattled the windows and dirt flew past. The unlucky people caught by the dust storm tried in vain to find shelter. This storm was very likely going to ruin that year's crop Melissa thought. The dirt did settle eventually but, as the Sherriff had said people lost their marbles. The gang cautiously stepped outside of the diner where people were screaming still despite the eerily calm weather.

"SPIDERS,"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"What?" Daphne managed to say bewildered by the strange actions of the townsfolk.

"This isn't good at all," Melissa sighed as she started to realize what had occurred.

"What is it, Melissa?" Fred inquired.

"Scarecrow,"

"As in professor Crane?" Shaggy asked trembling.

Melissa nodded gravely.

"How do you know?"

"It's just a hunch BUT, I'll know shortly," Melissa explained as she scooped up dirt samples.

"Where are you going to test it?"

"Gee, is this twenty questions or somethin'?"

"You're right, sorry," Velma chuckled as yet another crazed citizen ran past.

"As for your questions, the answers you need are at the inn, come on," Melissa said as she expertly guided her friends through the panicking people without problems.

Back at the inn, Melissa set to work proving her theory. After testing the dirt she found that it was in fact, mixed with the Scarecrow's fear-inducing chemicals. As for the ghost Melissa paged through all of her notebooks. She had seen this ghost before but, where? The answer soon revealed itself in a list of Danny Phantom's evilest foes. Vortex was his name. He had all the common ghost powers and control over all weather. This wasn't good. After showing her findings to the gang they started to ponder how they could even get in touch with Danny. Melissa sighed exasperatedly. Maybe they couldn't get in touch with Danny Phantom but if he saw video proof of Vortex he'd fly here quickly. After all, Vortex was a pretty big threat on his own.

Why the team up with Scarecrow though? That was the one thing Melissa failed to figure out. However, Danny Phantom or not it was clear they needed someone with Batman's level of expertise and that meant it was time to call Dick.

Dick arrived rather quickly. He sped into the town on his bike and met with Melissa and the others at the inn. He also brought his own weapons in case they were needed, The group of teens waited for the citizens to calm down and disperse before heading out in search of clues.

"Okay, gang time to split up," Fred declared.

The young blonde was taken by surprise when Shaggy and Scooby-Doo walked off before he could finish what he was saying. However, before he could call out for them to come back Melissa and, Dick walked off in the opposite direction.

"Come on, Freddie it'll be fine," Daphne chuckled before pulling Fred along.

Meanwhile, Melissa and Dick had wandered back to the diner where some townsfolk had gathered once they had recovered their sanity. The young couple then decided to interview a few of the people. First, they approached one of the many, many farmers that had gathered at the diner.

"Excuse me, Sir would you mind answering a few questions for us?" Dick asked politely.

"Why?" the man asked gruffly.

"Well, we are part of the team that the sheriff called in,"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," the man sighed gesturing for the two to join him.

Melissa took this chance to get a good look at the man. He was in his mid-forties with a muscular build. He wore a worn out work shirt covered in grease and oil stains under a faded set of overalls. His face was tired and a bit depressed looking not that Melissa could blame him.

Melissa wrote the answers in her journal as the interview progressed. The farmer whose name was Jon Wilkins explained he had been tending to the livestock when the dust blew in. He had inhaled some of it before seeing his cattle falling over dead and passing out from shock and terror when he woke up his cattle were still alive and grazing nearby. This type of story continued popping up in one form or another. They had a pattern to follow.

Now, how would they get in contact with Danny?