Chapter 2

"Meeting the Disney World Bosses"

So following the tan suited man into the Disney headquarters, we could only wonder what was going to happen. Just who exactly was the boss we would be meeting with, could it be the President of the Company? The Vice President of Disney? One of Walt's last surviving family members? Maybe it could even be the ghost of Walt Disney himself?

Eventually, we came across the sign at the entrance that brought some amusement to Shaggy and Scooby.

"Hey, Scoob check it out!" Shaggy cried, pointing to the sign. "Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's home from work we go! Good idea!"

Scooby and Shaggy tried to run, but Fred and Beau stopped them.

"Honestly, guys!" Velma remarked as we entered the Team Disney building.

Upon arriving, we were taken to the front desk and the tan suited man talked to the secretary.

"Tell Mickey that the FBI specialists he wants to see are here now."

"Mickey?" Shaggy gulped. "You don't mean…?"

"Mr. Mouse, they are here."

"Right, ha ha. Send them in," replied a high pitched voice.

"Mr. Mouse will see you all now," the secretary acknowledged and we all followed the tan suited man into the elevator.

"I'm grateful to see that you are all here to help us out here," said the tan suited man. "My name is Victor Hugo, I'm one of the vice presidents."

"Like why don't you have a copy of your book?" asked Shaggy, trying to see if he had a copy of The Hunchback of Notre Dame in his possession. "You wrote the book didn't you?"

"No, I just happen to have that name," Victor said. "Don't worry, I get asked the same question by park guests."

As the elevator stopped at the top floor, we were at an area were various Disney toons and characters were walking around, seemingly interacting with each other and with the human workers.

"Hiya, you must be the ghost hunters," said Goofy as he drank a cup of coffee.

"Weren't you a ghost hunter yourself once?" asked Barbara as she rolled right past him. "1932? Lonesome Ghosts?"

"Lonesome Ghosts was 1937, Barb," Beau corrected.

"Sorry, I'm not a big Disney fan as I am supposed to be."

Eventually, we arrived at a large office door in the middle of floor with a pair of guards on each side. Without saying anything, they opened the door and allowed us to pass inside.

Before meeting someone important, I always made sure to look presentable, ensuring that my red hair was straight and not getting in my eyes. As I finished checking myself out, the door to Mickey's office opened and there he was, almost 100 years young wearing a white dress shirt, red tie and shorts and brown loafers.

"Well, ha ha, you must be the ghost hunters," he said. "Welcome to Walt Disney World!"

"Mickey Mouse," Velma said excitedly, grabbing Mickey's hand and shaking it. "Might I say that it is such an honor to meet you. I'm Velma Dinkley and this is…"

"Uh, I think I know who you guys are, ha ha," Mickey chuckled nervously. "Shall we go in, Agent…?"

"Neville, Beau Neville, Mr. Mouse," Beau answered and this is Clarice Barrows, our paranormal expert."

Mickey couldn't help but feel in a sense intimidated by Clarice's presence and who could blame him? Clarice had that imposing ghost hunter like quality that would make even the calmest of creatures very nervous.

Just then, we saw Goofy walk inside with several other characters right behind him. Following the characters, we walked into Mickey's office, which looked like the office of one of his creators, Walt Disney himself. A brown piano sat in the corner that from the looks of it, is also very similar to Walt's.

"I feel like I'm back in Walt's time," gasped Velma, amazed at the office and it's surroundings.

As we came in, Donald Duck also came in as grumpier as ever.

"Who are these guys?" he asked.

"These are the ghost hunters Mickey told us about," Goofy whispered. "The ones who are going to take care of the ghosts in River Country."

Sitting behind his desk, Mickey called the meeting to order.

"All right, ha ha," he began. "I've called you here to Disney World to take care of a very serious problem. Who here is familiar with River Country?"

Like a true Disney fan, Velma raised her hand in excitement.

"I do! I do!" she called. "It's the very first water park here!"

"Yep, ha ha!" Mickey replied, tossing a chocolate to Velma, much to Shaggy and Scooby's dismay. "It was the first water park here, but it's been sitting abandoned ever since. We want to tear it down and build a resort hotel here, ha ha, but the ghosts won't let us."

"These ghosts," Fred asked. "These couldn't be the ghosts of dead guests, could they, Mickey?"

"It could be, ha ha," Mickey answered, as he got up from his desk and walked over to the window looking out to Cinderella Castle over the trees. "In River Country's history, 3 children were known to have died: two from drowning and one from brain-eating amoeba."

"There goes the brain eating again," whispered Shaggy.

"We think that these here spirits are angry," Goofy cautioned. "Because they think that we are trespassing on their homey homes."

"They aren't homey homes, it's a dump!" Donald quacked. "River Country is a breeding place for ghosts! They even scare those nephews of mine!"

"I think these ghosts need to realize that Walt's vision was that his theme parks grow and evolve," declared Mickey. "As long as they are in River Country, we can't fulfill his wishes."

Mickey then sat back down at his desk and sighed heavily. It seemed to us like the ghosts of River Country were putting a lot of pressure on him.

"Ever since Walt died in '66, it's been the mission of me and my brothers to help fulfill the growth of his legacy."

"You have brothers, who knew?" Shaggy asked.

"Yes, in Anaheim, Tokyo, Paris, Hong Kong and Shanghai," Mickey answered. "Every single character created by this company has brothers and sisters in each other's location. I may have been the second born of my brothers, but I feel like most of the pressure is on me to grow my park the most."

I then stepped forward and leaned on Mickey's desk.

"Hey, no leaning on Mickey's desk!" Donald squawked at me, much to my chagrin.

"Okay, okay!" I replied. "You don't have to get so ducky on me, Donald!"

"You'll have to excuse Donald," Goofy said, holding Donald back. "He's always like this when we are having a problem!"

"It's all right, Goofy," Mickey said. "His actions are justified, ha ha. You might say there is more pressure on us than our fellow brothers."

"Mickey," Velma said. "We'll try and solve this as quickly as possible. Mark my words, your park will expand if have something to say about it."

Of course, Mickey felt uncomfortable by Velma towering over him, so much so that I had to pull her away from him.

"Velma, do you have to…?"

"Sorry Daphne, but this is the second major celebrity I have met in my life!" Velma gasped. "Remember Ben Ravencroft? I don't want any favorite celebrity to have a dark past!"

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Mickey and his fellow characters.

"All right, Mickey," I said. "When would you like us to begin investigating?"

"You can start now," Mickey explained as he picked up his phone and called the company's security office. "I'll have some park police officers accompany you for protection."

And so, our next mystery had officially begun!