"Tawny! Tawny!" Velma called.

That morning, when Ellen and Velma had woken up, Tawny was nowhere to be found. As they stood outside their cabin calling her name, the other counselors started to emerge from theirs.

"Where could she be?" Ellen asked Velma.

Johnny walked up to the two of them.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's Tawny. We can't find her anywhere." Velma said.

"Really? What happened?"

"She said she wanted to go for a swim last night, and left the cabin."

"Maybe she's over there now."

"I was just over there with Ellen. We couldn't find her there, either."

Fred and Daphne walked over to Velma now.

"Do you think she might've ran off like Sam and Ed did?" Fred asked.

"Hmm. Maybe, I don't know. She didn't seem like she was afraid or anything." Velma said, rubbing her chin.

Scooby-Doo and Shaggy came out of their cabins.

"Like, is breakfast ready yet?" Shaggy asked as they walked over to the rest of the gang.

"Shaggy, have you guys seen Tawny this morning?" Johnny asked.

"Tawny? Nope, not me. Have you, Scoob?"

"Uh-uh" Scooby barked.

"This is all very strange. Three disappearances in two nights." Velma said.

Later on, the gang and all of the camp counselors gathered around.

"I've got some bad news for you guys. Tawny is missing." Johnny announced.

The counselors started murmuring amongst each other.

"We don't know what happened to her. This morning she was just, gone." Ellen said.

"I'm telling you people, it's Jason." Wayne said.

"Look, Wayne, ENOUGH with freakin' Jason Voorhees!" Johnny commanded. "This is serious!"

"Johnny, yelling isn't going to help us find Tawny." Heather said.

"Maybe we should all go looking for her." Daphne suggested.

"Daphne's right. There's strength in numbers. Come on, guys." Fred said.

"Scooby, Shaggy, you guys search over there in the woods, Fred, Daphne and I'll look in the sporting area, while the rest of you guys'll search around here." Velma said.

All of the counselors answered in agreement.

"Heather and I'll check over by the lake." Johnny said.

A few minutes later, everyone was out looking for Tawny. Scooby, Shaggy and Janine were in the woods, while Tom, Justin, Clarke and Wayne looked around the cabins. Daphne, Fred, Velma, and Ellen looked around the activity area. Johnny and Ellen were down at the lake.

All with no luck.

In the woods, Scooby-Doo sniffed at the ground, and the flowers, while Shaggy spent most of his searching time staring at Janine while she searched.

"Where could she be? Tawny!" Janine called.

"Like, maybe she did run away. I mean, the story of that Jason Voorhees guy creeps me out too." Shaggy said.

"I hope you're right." Janine said.

"Tawny! Tawny!" she called again.

There was no one there.

As Scooby kept sniffing plants. He noticed a small raccoon sitting nearby.

"Huh? Raccoon." Scooby said to himself.

He started to growl, as the raccoon looked in his direction. Scooby then proceeded to chase after the animal. His belligerency with it caught Shaggy and Janine's attention.

"Scoob, wait, stop!" Shaggy pleaded, as the raccoon ran in between and past his legs.

Instinctively, Scooby ran in that direction as well. But when he did, he knocked Shaggy, and Janine over, and onto the ground, on top of each other.

Janine laughed at this. Shaggy felt a little embarrassed that he had landed on top of her. Her smile was very sweet, and savory, Shaggy couldn't help but modestly smile back.

"Like, sorry, about that." he said, very gentlemanly.

"It's okay. Your dog's got a lot of energy." Janine smiled.

They looked into each other's eyes, and continued smiling. Shaggy once again fawned over how beautiful Janine was.

"You know, you have really nice eyes." Janine said.

"Thanks. You do too."

The longer they stared, the more they realized how intrusive the whole thing was on both of their parts.

"I guess we should get up now." Janine suggested.

"Yeah. Here, let me help you up." Shaggy said, getting off of her and lending her a hand.

"Thanks." she smiled softly.

Finally, Scooby-Doo came back, with no raccoon.

"I lost it." Scooby groaned.

"Like, Scoob. How many times do I have to tell you? You can't catch a raccoon, man." Shaggy said.

Janine giggled.

"We should head back to camp, now. Tawny's not here." she said.

"Yeah."

Over by the batting cages, Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Ellen continued searching.

"Well, it doesn't look like she's over here." Fred said.

"Why would she just suddenly disappear?" Daphne asked.

"What if Wayne's right?" Ellen said.

The others looked baffled.

"What do you mean?" Velma asked.

"What if it is Jason Voorhees? What if Tawny's….dead?"

"Relax, Ellen. Tawny's not dead. We'll find her." Fred assured her.

"Yeah. She probably fell asleep over by the lake." Daphne suggested.

At the lake, Heather and Johnny looked for Tawny.

"She's not here." Heather said.

"I don't know where she could be. Maybe the others found her somewhere. Let's head back." Johnny said.

As he turned to go back towards the camp, Heather thought of something. Maybe Tawny had fallen into the lake, and was unconscious or something. She walked over to the dock and looked out towards the water.

Nothing.

Then something else caught Heather's eye. She got down on her knees, and looked down at the dock. She looked with a grimace at a body tied to the dock by the hand. She lifted the body's head up, out of the water, revealing the open, lifeless eyes of Tawny.

"JOHNNY!" Heather called.

A few minutes later, when everyone had been told, they stood around the campsite.

"This is insane. Who did this?" Johnny said, pacing.

"I don't know." Ellen said.

"You and Velma were the last ones with Tawny. How do we know it wasn't you?" Johnny said, pointing a finger at Ellen.

"Look, Johnny. It wasn't them. It was Jason!" Wayne insisted.

"Okay." Johnny said softly before walking close to Wayne.

"I've already told you this before, Wayne. You obviously didn't get it the first time. So, let me say it again. Quit it with the Jason, crap! A girl is dead, and you think some fake zombie from under this lake did it!" Johnny yelled in Wayne's face.

"It's not fake, it's real." Wayne said.

"Shut up! Do you have any idea how serious this is? We might not be able to open for business because of all this!" Johnny continued yelling. "I wanna know right now, WHO did this?"

"Johnny, I'm not sure it was one of us, man." Clarke said.

"Yeah? Why not?" Johnny asked sarcastically.

"Cause, I've heard stories about that Jason guy actually coming back, too."

"So, you think it's for real?"

"Maybe."

Johnny couldn't believe this.

"Fine, alright. Damn! Let's all go ahead and believe that it's Jason doing all of this, just because Wayne here says so!" he yelled.

"Wait. Let's cool it for a minute, people." Velma said.

"Yeah, this is no time to lose our heads." Fred said.

"Look, it doesn't matter whether this Jason guy is real or not, the point is, we've all got a mystery on our hands." Velma added.

"Right. So from here on out, until we find this guy, we're all sticking together. No one goes off alone unless telling someone where they're going first." Fred said. "Let's get together and find out who this murderer is."

"First, we should search everybody's cabins for any clues as to who's doing this." Velma said.

"Hey, if you guys all want to stay here and get killed, that's your problem. I'm outta here." Wayne said.

"Good. I've had it with you and your stupid superstitions." Johnny said.

"Where are you gonna go, Wayne?" Heather asked.

"Away from here. Away from this town for that matter." Wayne said.

"Okay. But, Wayne, on your way out of town, make sure you notify the police so they can send a unit here." Velma said.

Later, as Wayne backed his car out to the road, he gazed at everyone one last time.

"You guys are all fools." he said, before driving off.

The others watched as he drove away.

"Well, he left in a hurry. Didn't even bother to take his stuff." Janine said to Shaggy.

"Maybe he'll come back with the cops." Ellen suggested.

"Okay, enough about Wayne. Let's spread out and search for more clues." Fred said.

A few minutes later, everyone had split up to try to find a connection between Tawny and the other's deaths. Fred, Daphne, and Velma searched a couple of cabins but came up empty. Tom, Ellen and Justin looked in the woods, along with Heather and Johnny. Clarke searched around the camp alone.

In another cabin, Scooby and Shaggy looked with Janine in her cabin.

"What are we supposed to be finding, exactly?" Janine asked.

"Like, just a couple of clues." Shaggy said as he looked in the drawers at the dresser.

"We won't find anything in here. Unless Clarke has something to hide."

Shaggy nodded, and looked through Clarke's drawers. Still nothing.

"Nope, nothing in here. Did you find anything under the bed, Scooby?" Shaggy asked.

"Uh-uh." Scooby answered.

"This is actually getting pretty spooky. What if we end up dead next?" Janine said.

Shaggy tried to contain how frightened he was at what Janine had just said.

"Like, it's okay, Janine. If anything goes wrong, Scoob and I'll be here to protect you. Right, pal?" Shaggy said.

"Yeah." Scooby said.

"Thank you, Shaggy." Janine said, softly.

"No problem."

"No, really. You made me feel a lot better."

She kissed Shaggy on the cheek, and he was a goner. His face went as red as a cherry, and he mumbled like a retarded child.

In the woods, as the Johnny, Heather, Justin, and Tom looked, they all couldn't find anything.

"How is looking at a bunch of plants gonna help us find who's doing all this, Johnny?" Tom finally said.

"I don't know. Velma said something the other day about seeing blood on a tree around here. Maybe it could be used as evidence or something." Johnny answered.

"This is so stupid. Why don't we just wait for the thing to show itself, and just gang up on it?" Tom suggested.

"Because we don't know when this guy'll show up." Johnny said.

"Where's Clarke?" Heather asked.

"He said he was gonna check over by the sporting area." Tom said.

Johnny then turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Heather asked.

"I have to go to the bathroom, real bad." he answered.

"Why don't you just go behind a tree?" Justin said.

"In front of a lady, Justin? That's just plain rude." Johnny called as he walked away.

"What's up with him?" Tom asked the others.

Over by the batting cages, Clarke looked around, not really paying attention at what he was supposed to be doing. He turned on the light that lit up the batting cages, so it sort of looked like a baseball diamond in the middle of a night game.

And being the baseball nut that he is, he walked over to the mound and picked up the metal bat.

Clarke had always wanted to be a professional baseball player. As he stood there, he swung the bat, as if he was batting for the Dodgers.

"Strike one!" he imitated in an umpire's voice.

He swung at the air again.

"Strike two! This last pitch will determine the outcome of the entire game. Will Clarke Andrews make it out of the park?" he said again.

Clarke had no idea, that standing in front of him in between the bushes in front of the batting cages, stood a figure, holding a random baseball.

"Here's the wind up." Clarke said, in unison with the figure winding up. "The pitch."

As Clarke swung the bat the third time, the figure threw the ball as hard as it could, and pelted it straight into the Clarke's forehead. CRACK!

He was dead before he hit the floor.