This is my third published collaboration with my good buddy, B.E.A.T.N. Granted, it's mostly based on Scooby-Doo, but this is a Scooby-Doo reboot done in a more traditional manner. I decided to do one that was more passionate about the franchise and the characters, so here we are.

These first 5 episodes will focus on the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency while they're in middle school, and then as of Episode 6, we jump forward to Mystery Incorporated in high school!

FEATURING THE VOICES OF:

BILLY WEST as Norville "Shaggy" Rogers [middle school]
SCOTT INNES as Scoobert 'Scooby' Doo
JOSH KEATON as Frederick 'Fred' Jones-Chiles
ANNDI McAFEE as Daphne Blake [middle school]
TATI GABRIELLE as Velma Dinkley
GRANT PALMER as Thelonious "Red Herring" Herrington

ALSO STARRING:
JILL TALLEY as Paula Rogers
GABBY SOLEIL as Maggie Rogers
LAURI FRASIER as Ms. Shusham
GREY GRIFFIN as Stefanianna
TARA STRONG as Olive
YVONNE ORJI as Gigi
VIVICA A. FOX as Principal Cassidy Williams-Owens
M. RICHARDSON as Artie, Mr. Daws, Announcer, Joe
LAURA BAILEY as Bernice Bindenschwartz
SCOTT INNES as Colton Rogers
BRADY NOON as Sid
ETHAN WILLIAM CHILDRESS as Marty
DANIEL DIVENERE as Bill Macklemore
JAMES URBANIAK as Jenkins

JENNIFER HALE, JANE WIEDLIN, and KIMBERLY BROOKS as Mysterious Trio

EXT. CRYSTAL COVE — SUNRISE

FADE IN ON BIG OVERHEAD STREET SIGN. It reads:

"WELCOME TO CRYSTAL COVE:
Coolsville's Seaside Sub-District~!".

As we pan down to the road, we see a big red truck coming into town. In the back of the truck there are a bunch of crates.

SHAGGY/NARRATOR: "Like, this is Crystal Cove...a little slice of Coolsville. It's kinda so-so, but I definitely wouldn't trade it for anything. My name is...wait. Promise not to laugh, okay? ...alright. It's Norville William Rogers. Personally, I can't stand being called 'Norville', but until I find that nickname that fits me just right...just call me William, or Billy for short."

The truck continued along the road, carrying something very important within.

"Honestly, this school year feels like it'll be more of the same. I just wish there was somebody, anybody out there who really got me, y'know? The sort of guy who totally clicked with me!"

As the truck drove on, it passed over a speed bump, jostling one of the crates free from the tonneau and sending it tumbling onto the road. As the crate hit a brick wall, it broke on one side.

And then...something tumbled out of the crate!

"A true friend..."

It was...a puppy! A brown Great Dane puppy with a long, catlike tail and black spots on his back.

Shaking off the dizziness he felt, he walked off into town.

FADE TO BLACK.

[Featured intro music: The Original Scooby-Doo Theme by Ted Nichols. The idea's that it's a mix of scenes based on bits from the original intro, as well as brand-new scenes, to be added later.]

A crack of thunder is heard as a ton of bats fly out of a decrepit-looking house. Out of the house emerge wispy, ghostly-looking letters that form into words.

SCOOBY-DOO!
Tales of Crystal Cove

SHAGGY: "Scooby-Doo, where ARE you?"

We see a shot of the dog, given a terrified look to the screen. Cut to the gang, walking down a creepy hallway.

A bookshelf in the hallway slid open, revealing a mysterious spector watching as the gang walks past.

We see Daphne smiling before walking away from a painting that slid away as a hand tries and fails to grab her.

Fred suddenly falls backwards as a passageway opens behind his chair.

Scooby yelps out, as a ghostly figure floats in front of the gang, cackling wickedly.

The gang runs off as fast as they can as we cut to a frightening witch doctor!

Scooby and Shaggy tremble in fright; the Gang runs once more, then we see Shaggy on jet-powered rollerskates as he crashes through a doorway, landing in a bathtub whose showerhead sprays cold water down his back.

Cut to Scooby chuckling before cutting to Velma and Fred giving shocked looks at something.

Shots of a disembodied skull and the face of the Space Kook, as Scooby holds Shaggy this time.

Captain Cutler raises his arms; Scooby, inside a barrel, runs until he slams right into the blankly-staring face of Charlie the Robot.

Shaggy's hair spikes out in fright, and Scooby makes a "shhhh" gesture.

We see a close-up of the Black Knight Ghost, and a pair of glowing yellow eyes before Scooby jumps out of a large pot and runs off.

In a library, the Gang is gathered around a laptop, with the silhouettes of multiple monsters surrounding them, and then they look up.

Another shot of the logo, but at the bottom of the screen is
"© Copyright 2023 Hanna-Barbera Productions, Inc."

Shaggy: "Scooby-Doo, where ARE you?"

Cut to a final shot of Scooby-Doo, licking off the ice-cream around himself.

Scooby: "Mmm~!"

He smiles at the camera as we FADE OUT.

Title card: Scooby-Doo and Velma tremble in fright as they are confronted by the Ghost of Miss Shusham, whose eyes are blood-red.

SCOOBY-DOO! Tales of Crystal Cove
in:
"READ IT AND CREEP!"

© Copyright 2023 Hanna-Barbera Productions, Inc.

Fade in on the CRYSTAL COVE PUBLIC LIBRARY. Beaten, battered by the very elements themselves...it's clear that this old place has seen better days.

A few kids with GoPros and cellphones approach the rusted doors.

"I dunno if this is such a good idea, Marty," said one kid.

"Aw, relax, Sid," replied his friend. "We're just gonna record some footage of the creepy old library. Besides, don't tell me you believe those dopey old rumors!"

"You're telling me you DON'T believe that the old library is haunted by the spirit of old Miss Shusham?" retorted Sid.

"Yes, because I believe in REAL things," said Marty dryly. "And not dumb stuff like ghosts. What, you gonna say you believe in the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny next?"

"It's plausible!" insisted Sid. "And don't tell me my parents put the money under my pillow, because those two are heavy sleepers!"

Marty laughed off his friend's concerns. "Come on. Half the kids at school are gonna see us as champions for doing this!" he insisted.

Sid looked around nervously. "If they don't see us on the local news first..." he muttered.

Marty confidently walked up to the doors of the old decrepit building as Sid followed behind, shaking like a soda can in a paint shaker. Marty gave a playful knock on the door. "Candy-gram for Mrs. Shusham?" he laughed.

"Okay, we made it in and did some yelling," said Sid. "Let's GO already!"

"Quit being such a jellyfish, Sid," Marty scoffed as he continued walking around. "What's up, guys? It's Marty, comin' atcha LIVE from the creepy old Crystal Cove Public Library!" he announced before turning his GoPro at Sid. "Now Scaredy Sid here thinks there might be an actual ghost lurking around...but I don't buy that load of crap for a second!"

"Dude, why ya gotta be such a jerk?" asked Sid. "I'm telling you; this place isn't safe! That ghost is probably gonna jump out at us at any second!"

"And I'm telling YOU, don't be such a mega-chump!" Marty retorted. "There's no such things as ghosts; just figments of the imagination!"

"Is that right?" asked Sid.

"Yeah, that IS right," replied Marty. "Why?"

"Because then I'm imagining the ghost right in front of you."

Marty rolled his eyes as he turned around—and came face to face with an tall, lanky old woman with long flowing hair and corpse-pale skin. Her face was long and gaunt, and she had a long nose and pointed chin. She wore small round glasses that magnified her blood-red eyes, a long flowing and tattered red dress concealing her legs and feet, with a dark red sash belt around her waist, with long baggy sleeves.

Marty went wide-eyed in pure terror as Sid shook like an earthquake.

As Marty backed up, the ghost let out a blood-curdling screech, "BE QUIEEEEEEET!"

Marty and Sid screamed in terror as they turned tail and ran as fast as their legs could take them. Books flew off the shelves, trying to batter the boys!

"IF YOU CAN'T RESPECT THE LIBRARY RULES...THEN DON'T COME BAAAAAAAACK!" roared Miss Shusham, her eyes glowing a pulsating red.
Marty and Sid ran off, shrieking like a pair of terrified daschunds, as Miss Shusham watched them go, before she returned to the shadows from whence she came.

By next morning at Crystal Cove Middle School, it was all over the school newspapers:

"SHUSHAM SPOOKS STUDENTS!
Ghostly Librarian Spotted Last Night"

Most of the student body was perusing copies of the paper, and there was plenty of laughter at Sid & Marty's expense. Of course, the one student who wasn't really paying it too much mind would be our narrator from earlier, Norville...or rather Billy, as he preferred to be called. He stared at the paper, a frightful expression on his face as he imagined how terrifying the ghost had been to the scared witless Marty and Sid.

"Zoinks...!" gulped Norville as a shiver ran down his spine. "I know I sure wouldn't wanna run into something scary like that."

"Gruuuuh...gruuuuuh..." came a low moaning noise from behind him.

As Norville turned around, he found himself staring right into the profile of a rotting-face zombie! "YEEE-AIIIIII!" he shrieked as his hair stood on end.

"BLAAAAAGH!" roared the zombie, before his growling was replaced with snickering.

Norville began to calm down as he figured out that it was a dirty trick.

"Ha ha ha haaah!" laughed the 'zombie', as he pulled off his rubber mask and revealed his true face: curly red hair and freckles. None other than Thelonious "Red Herring" Herrington. "You should've seen your face, Rogers! What a weenie!"

"Like, maybe you shoulda kept the mask on, Red," Norville spoke up. "It only looks HALF as ugly as your regular face!"

Red picked up Norville by the shirt. "You lookin' for a fat lip?" he hissed.

Norville gulped in fear before a voice called out, "Hey!"

Norville and Red turned to see a young man with short blonde hair, a blue, orange and white hoodie and blue jeans standing there with an intense look.

"Oh, great," Red rolled his eyes. "It's Captain Goody Two-Shoes to the rescue. Whadda YOU want, Jones? Come to stick up for Scrawny here?"

The boy, Fred, walked over. "You oughta pick on someone your own size, Red!" he stated.

Red rubbed his chin in thought. "Y'know something? That's actually a great idea, Jones," he replied after he thought it over. "Alright, I'll just pick on YOU!" he sneered as he tossed Norville aside and rounded on the blonde-haired boy.

Fred backed up, putting his hands to his sides. "Now, now, Red—there's a lot of other handsome jocks you could pick a fight with..." he insisted.

"Yeah, and probably a lot more humble," retorted Red.

Before they could come to blows, they were interrupted by an AHEM from behind them.

They turned around and saw Principal Cassidy Williams-Owens.

"Now, what exactly is goin' on here?" she asked. "Because to me, it looks like trouble."

Red tried to pull a fast one and said in a frightful voice, "S-sorry, Mrs. Owens...I was j-just t-trying to make friends."

"Funny way of trying to make friends," Principal Cassidy commented, not buying it for a minute. "Because from where I was, it looked like you were trying to start a fight."

Red sputtered as Fred and Norville smirked.

"You'd better get moving to your next class before I decide to give you a detention," stated Principal Cassidy. "Lord knows you've already got six."

Red walked off, but not before shooting Fred and Norville a mean look as he went. "You're dead, Jones..." he growled under his breath.

Once he was gone, Fred dusted Norville off. "You alright, man?" he asked.

"Who, me? I'm fine," Norville replied. "Y'know, you didn't have to do that back there..."

"I know. But I wanted to." responded Fred.

"Well...I appreciate it," Norville replied. "...sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Name's Fred Jones," introduced the blonde boy.

"Norville William Rogers," responded Norville. "But I prefer Billy..."

"Nice to meet'cha, Billy!" Fred replied.

"Same here," Norville nodded. "We'd probably better get to class too. Whaddya have?"

"Computer class," read Fred.

"Looks like it's cookin' for me," replied Norville. "Guess I'll see you at lunch, okay, Fred?"

"You got it, Billy!" Fred responded, and the both of them parted ways for the time being.

MEANWHILE...

The puppy from earlier was still making his way through Crystal Cove, and his stomach was grumbling.

With a whimper, he tried to look around for someplace he could find food.

That's when a delicious scent began to make itself known to him. "Rhat IS that?" he asked, taking a deep sniff and going to follow the aroma.

The smell slowly led him towards... the school!

"Roh boy! A school!" exclaimed the puppy. "Rhat reans...rafeteria rood! Yumyumyum!"

Licking his chops, he tiptoed inside. "Roppy roes...rheeseburgers...rrench rries...racaroni and rheese...rizza..." he beamed.

The puppy managed to find a window that seemed to lead to the cafeteria.

"Ret's ree rhat re ran rind!" he smiled as he snuck in and went sniffing around for the food.

He looked around the kitchen, catching the faint smell of breakfast and today's lunch.

"Roh, boy! Rreakfast rizza!" he beamed as he started sniffing around the kitchen until he found a tray full of uneaten breakfast pizzas, not as hot as they'd been an hour ago, but at least room-temperature.

Quick as a whip, he bounded onto the table and began eating as many as he could. This had been his first full meal in days, and he was going to get his fill.

They tasted great, and slowly filed his stomach up, leaving him with a big dumb smile on his face.

"Hey! What's this dog doin' here?" asked one of the cafeteria ladies as she came back into the kitchen.

"Rikes!" The puppy exclaimed before scrambling out the door. He did NOT wanna get caught again!

At that moment in cooking class, Norville got a little peckish when he was making his lasagna...so he used some of the burger meat to put together a makeshift pizza burger.

"Hey...what's THAT?" asked another student, Kenny.

"What, this?" Norville replied. "Like, I used my leftover lasagna ingredients to make a pizza burger! Now all I need's the whipped cream and peanut butter, and then it'll be complete."

The others students cringed at the bizarre combination.

"Ugh, honestly...you are SUCH a major-league dweeb, Norville," scoffed a blonde girl named Olive. "Right, Daphne?" she asked the ponytailed redhead in purple sitting next to her.

Daphne looked a little uncomfortable, but tried to play along and said, "Er...yeah. Super-weird..."

"Eh, to each their own," shrugged Norville as he started grilling his burger while waiting for his lasagna.

Daphne glanced at Norville as the others snickered.

Suddenly, the timer went off. BRIIIIIIING~!

"Zoinks!" exclaimed Norville. "That means it must be done!" He ran over to check on his lasagna, leaving the burger unattended while it was cooking.

As he did, nobody noticed the door opening up a crack. And in came a cardboard box...with four paws and a tail underneath, tiptoeing into the room.

So when Norville came back with his lasagna, he was surprised to see that his burger was completely gone! "Hey! Like, what the heck is going on?" he asked. "I know my burger was here! And I didn't even get to put on the peanut butter!"

That's right when a burp came out from under his table.

Curious, Norville glanced underneath the table and saw the brown puppy licking some crumbs off his face. "Hey..." he whispered. "...did you eat my burger?"

The puppy nodded.

"So...how was it?" asked Norville. "Like, any notes?"

"Relicious, rut needed rome garlic rand oregano." the puppy responded.

"Garlic and oregano...of COURSE!" Norville exclaimed as he got out a notepad and wrote it down. "But...I think you might need to hide. Maybe I can getcha someplace safe, but just stick with me, alright?"

The puppy nodded as he quickly hid inside the box again.

Norville picked up the box and went back to his seat. As he did, Daphne glanced at it, curiosity very clearly piqued.

What the heck was he doing? That's what Daphne was thinking. Her friends might not have been interested, but she certainly was.

MEANWHILE, AT THAT SAME TIME...

"So, did you hear what happened last night at the old Crystal Cove Library?" asked a boy named Joe in computer class.

"About those kids getting attacked by the ghost librarian?" Fred responded. "How could I not? It's all over the school."

Joe nodded. "Yeah. It's crazy, ain't it? Anyone who's gone to the place has seen the ghost!" he replied.

"Hmph," The 'hmmph' came from a bespectacled girl in a large orange sweater and red skirt. Her dark brown hair reached her cheeks.

"What is it?" asked Joe as he looked at the brunette girl.

The brunette stated, "There has to be a scientific explanation for this. Some kind of projector or a person in a costume. There's no real evidence of it being a ghost."

Joe rolled his eyes. "Ugh, lighten up, Dorkley."

The girl cleared her throat. "It's Dinkley. Velma Dinkley..."

"Well...maybe it IS some kind of mystery!" Fred spoke up. "We could probably go investigating. It'd be a heck of a story!"

Velma was a little shocked to hear that from Fred. "You want to help ME?" she asked.

"Well, sure, why wouldn't I?" Fred replied. "It sounds like an adventure!"

"But... no-one ever wants to help ME," responded Velma.

"Well, first time for everything," responded Fred.

Velma didn't really know what to make of Fred. What was his angle?

"If you wanna waste your time looking for ghosts, it's your call, Jones," shrugged Joe.

"It's never a waste of time to help somebody in need, Joe," Fred insisted. "My time in the Crystal Cove Shard Scouts taught me that...among other useful things!"

Joe chuckled at how dorky this all sounded to him.

"Laugh if you want, but it's the right thing to do," Fred responded before turning towards Velma. "Anyways, consider me onboard. Name's Fred Jones, but you can call me Freddy, or you can call me Fredinski, or maybe call me Frederico, or even call me Fredokovsky, just don't call me late!" he said as he held out a hand to shake.

Velma politely took Fred's hand. "Er...Velma but just—call me whatever." she responded.

"Nice to meet'cha, Velma!" Fred smiled as he gave her a hearty handshake. "Here's to hoping we can be great friends!"

Velma chuckled nervously.

"Sorry if the handshake was a little rough," Fred apologized. "I just get so excited about making new friends that I get a little carried away sometimes."

"I see," nodded Velma.

"So, what time are we doing this investigation?" inquired Fred. "Just wanna know so I've got time to get ready."

"Perhaps after school," replied Velma.

"...okay, that's actually a pretty good point," responded Fred. "Al-righty then! I'll meet you outside after school, Velma! And that's a Jones promise!"

Velma gave a nervous smile. "...great..."

Fred nodded and turned back towards his computer monitor, leaving Velma alone with her monitor and her thoughts.

However, not only were her thoughts on the investigation she was going to conduct, but on this unprecedented little wrinkle called "Fred Jones". He was very different from most people at this school. Not to mention, he was so chipper and eager to help. That would explain why he was the first person to actually offer his assistance instead of mocking her.

But how could someone be so naive and friendly?

It didn't seem real...but she'd have to test him for certain later on.