Picking through the rows of ivory tombstones, Fred's sharp eyes noticed a tiny piece of black plastic. "Hey, what's this?"

Velma crouched down to examine the plastic piece. "It looks like a keyboard key…" she murmured. "A letter T to be precise. Jinkies, what a clue!" She pocketed the key and the gang continued their search.

Meanwhile, Shaggy and Scooby 'stealthily' followed the caretaker through the cemetery, all the way up to his ramshackle cottage behind the cemetery. "Like, Scoob, can you see anything?"

Scooby peered through the dirty, cracked window. "Rope!"

"Thank goodness," Shaggy murmured.

"Ripe!" Scooby yipped, falling backwards in surprise as Russ' face, appeared in the window. Scooby and Shaggy tumbled over each other in their haste to get away, but Russ stumbled out of the shack in time to catch them.

"What're you kids doin' out here? Spyin' on me?"

"Like, would you believe we're looking for a phantom?"

Russ shrugged. "Workin' in a cemetery, I get stranger excuses. Why don' yeh come on in? I'm jus' updatin' mah files. I like ter have an' updated list o'where everyone's a-buried, jes' in case sumpthin' bad happens like a quake or a lan'slide."

"And that's not morbid at all," Shaggy mumbled to himself. Russ pretended not to hear him.

"This ol' laptop o' mine's missin' more than a few keys, but if I press hard enuf, usually it'll co-operate wif' me. Dern mod'ren technology. Anyway, yer phantom, yeh mean the Grey Lady doncha?"

"Like, yeah, how did you know?" Shaggy gulped.

"Oh, it's not like yeh the firs' ghost hunters 'round these parts," Russ replied with a dismissive wave of his weathered hand. "People been lookin' fer the Grey Lady since Ah been here an' even longer, I'd a-wager. Do yeh know the story?"

"Kendra — uh, Ms. Rainsburgh — told us last night."

"Oh, yeh've met Kendra," Russ replied. "She's another one a-them ghos' hunters. She a l'il creepy, too,"

"Rimagine rhat," Scooby mumbled quietly.

"Well, we should probably get back to the gang," Shaggy said in a futile attempt to get away.

Russ stood. "Oh, yeh can't go yet." He picked up his shovel in one hand and strode towards the dog-and-detective duo threateningly. "No, the visit's jes' started." Shaggy and Scooby cowered in fear at the approaching man. "I can' let you leave…without offering yeh s'me snacks! Seriously, where're my manners?!"

Shaggy and Scooby breathed a sigh of relief as Russ strode into the kitchen and reemerged with a tray of food. "Sorry, 't'ain't much. Usually jus' me here 'n th' doc ask'd me ter cut down on the junk." He patted his ample stomach. "At my age, y'know?"

Scooby and Shaggy began salivating. "Well, we'll be, like, happy to take it off your hands, dude!"

As Scooby and Shaggy gorged themselves, Fred, Velma and Daphne continued their search through the graveyard, only to come up empty handed. "Well, we've gone through this graveyard with a fine-toothed comb," Fred sighed. "And no clues to be found."

"Yeah, and where're Shaggy and Scooby?" asked Velma. "Usually they've come running out of nowhere being chased by the ghost by now."

"Hmmmm…that is odd. We should probably go check up on them."

The trio ambled towards the caretaker's shack, only to have the door open in their faces as Shaggy and Scooby, now sporting overly large stomachs, hobbled outside. "And like, thanks for the grub, Russ!" called Shaggy.

The door slammed angrily behind the two as Russ muttered words unsuitable for a Rated K fanfiction.

"So, did you eat someone else out of house and home?" asked Daphne, surveying the two gluttons and trying not to laugh.

Scooby slurped happily. "Ruh huh! Rummy, roo!"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Well, I think we've found out everything we can, here. Let's go find Abby and see what she knows about this ghost."