"And we're now about to leave the residential area as we approach the Hollywood Hills to see the Big Sign. We once again remind our passengers to be careful and remain inside the vehicle as we take Canyon Road all the way to the stars." said the driver over the intercom on the tourist bus.

"Ready Scoob?" asked Shaggy as he carefully adjusted his inconspicuous sunglasses.

"Ready Raggy." said Scooby-Doo, holding onto his sunhat in the open air breeze.

Carefully assessing their surroundings, Shaggy gave the dog as nod as the two looked jumped from the top of the double-decker tour bus into nearby bushes for a safe landing. Rustling through the brush, they peeked out to see that the bus was continuing on its way without noticing their unorthodox departure.

"Not our most clever disguise infiltration, but the tickets for that tour bus were pretty cheap. Wish we could have gotten a few more pictures though. All I got were some snapshots of that Bull that Johnny made a few movies with rolling around on his front lawn." said Shaggy, putting away his camera.

Approaching the address that Johnny had gotten from Top Cat, Shaggy moved from palm tree to palm tree as he made his way down the road to the pristine Bravo home. But there was something about this stakeout that felt odd, perhaps it was the time of day, as it felt ridiculous being on a pre-lunch stakeout. Looking up and down the road, at the fancy, Hollywood hills homes, people were getting lunches delivered from places in the city while they lived in the blissful comfort of their mansions.

"You know Scoob? This was not what I had in mind when we came out to LA," said Shaggy. "I know it was spur of the moment, but I thought we'd snap a picture of ourselves at Pinks Hot Dogs, maybe take in the beach, get chased around in some abandoned vineyard or amusement park, and all have a big laugh at the end after unmasking some creep. Spying on Velma's ex's cousin's house was not on the schedule."

Taking a whiff of the air, it was clear that Scooby-Doo's mind was on the delivery car passing by, with a stack of broth containers and noodles from a nearby Vietnamese Pho restaurant.

"Come on buddy, let's make this quick and we'll get some chow. Maybe that Top Cat fellow knows a decent place nearby that isn't a trash can."

With the house in sight, Shaggy began thinking of how he wanted to approach and gain entry to the home. Disguising themselves as a vacationing couple worked well enough for the tour bus, but to get into the Bravo's home would require a different approach. Delivery drivers would be one way to go about it, or perhaps rich neighbors dropping by to introduce themselves. Lacking the on-hand resources for either of those, he decided to opt for a stealthier option.

Crossing the road, the boy and his dog hopped over a fence and made their way around the side of the house to a window looking in on an office. But this was summer in southern California, all the windows were closed, and the air conditioning was running full blast. Plus, in addition to being locked, it was likely that there was some security system in place.

"Never one of those rolling blackouts when you need one, eh Scoob?" asked Shaggy.

"Reah. Rousy rackrouts." said Scooby-Doo.

"And since we're in California, there's no basement for us to sneak into either. Bit of a pickle we're in here." The other problem was that this was one of the older-style homes in the area, not one where all of the walls were glass, sliding-doors where you could just peek inside from a distance, but solid white walls and Mediterranean style that had been popular back in the 30s.

Splashes of water followed the sound of laughter around the corner of the backyard and Shaggy peeked around to see a man with black and blonde hair literally tossing women into the pool single-handed. He had the exact muscular build as Johnny but seemed even more self-confident if such a thing was possible.

"Well, he's going to be distracted for a bit. Might as well give the window a closer look."

Sure enough, not only was the window locked, but the presence of a magnetically activated security system was in place.

"Rell?" asked Scooby-Doo.

"Well, what? It's not like I'm gonna put my hand on the window and it'll just magically unlock, the security magnet will stay in place, and the whole thing will slide open as I put my hand on-"

As the window slid under his hand, Shaggy looked in shock as not only did it open as he said, but the security system had somehow detached from the window and remained in place without sounding an alarm.

"Row, real reap ralarm." said Scooby-Doo, hopping up and inside the house.

"Yeah, you said it Scooby." said Shaggy, doing his best to not freak out. The past few days had been full of things that had sent shivers up his spine. From seeing a weird light dancing around Fred, to Daphne having a second shadow, or Velma freaking out over those photographs the other day. But the strangest of all was his dog Scooby. At ten years old, Scooby was getting on in dog years, everything from grey hairs in the coat to being slow to notice sounds and worst of all not eating full meals. But the past few days seemed to have changed the dog, he was full of energy and was more alert and playful than he had been in years. Ever since the hospital, that was when things had changed for everyone. Was it those Stands the other had mentioned, or was it something else?

Keeping the window open for a get-away, Shaggy began to look around the oddly styled home office, with wooden furniture and bronze statues all darkened from age. There were photographs of Joyce Bravo and her son Brandon with people in fancy suits at galas and parties and at ribbon ceremonies for banks, hospitals, and oil fields.

Sniffing about the room, Scooby-Doo gave out a low growl at a picture on a table. Joyce was on a boat, smiling and shaking hands with the man who had attacked the hospital.

"Bravo Ventures River Mining. Some sort of dredge mining operation looks like, digging along the bottom of river-beds for precious stones or minerals." said Shaggy, snapping a quick photo of the picture on his phone.

Sounds of people coming inside from the pool came from beyond the door and Shaggy took notice knew they should be on the clock to leave. As much as his senses told him to run, he knew it was not enough to establish a connection. There was more to discover here, so he planted his feet and kept looking around.

"Keep watch on the door Scoob." said Shaggy, as he quietly opened the cabinet and looked through old files. Reports from old mineshafts, wells, warehouses, stables, farms, and riverboats spanning back the past hundred years were all copies of originals, but the details were poured over in incredible detail. If this was all for Brandon's personal use, it was clear he was no bit player in his family's business but a formidable mind of his own. Thankfully, it wasn't long before a pattern emerged.

"California, Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Iowa, Illinois, Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York. Everything the Bravo family owns is in those states. That's the Steel Ball Run course."

"A little obvious when you think about it. My grandparents didn't think much about hiding details like that, but I suppose they figured they could handle anyone who came snooping around." said a calm voice from inside the room.

Turning around, Shaggy looked to the window only to see it slammed shut and locked again, despite there being nobody on that side of the room. Quickly turning his head back to Scooby-Doo, he saw the door was closed and the dog was shaking his head in confusion.

"So, the detectives my late aunt hired are still on the case. Your dedication is remarkable, though foolish." said the voice once again, taunting them.

A hard punch caught the side of Shaggy's head, sending him to the ground. Scooby-Doo leapt forward with a bark, but only found empty space when he landed.

"My mother would tell me that I should just dispose of the two of you, but I think it would be far more productive to find out what you know."

The air in the center of the room shimmered and seemed to expand as the outline of a man appeared. Light and colors wove together as the space within and around the outline stretched and folded, contracted and expanded until the shirtless body of Brandon Bravo stood before them. For an instant, Shaggy noticed the figure of a small animal on his Brandon's right shoulder, the weird eyes and curled tail gave it away as a chameleon, but it looked more like a toy than a living animal, all crooked, metallic, and discolored a deep shade of copper.

Standing up, Shaggy rubbed his jaw as Scooby-Doo came to his side. Unable to think of a clever response, his eyes darted around the room, trying to think of a plan. Blinking hard, it was like he could see his own shadow moving, leaving afterimages in every direction, leaving glowing footsteps in its trail. But one by one each shadow seemed to break apart as if struck by a tremendous force until all were gone save one.

"I think I'm going to enjoy breaking you." said Brandon.

"You'll have to catch me first." said Shaggy, as he turned to run in the direction of the footsteps which had not broken. Racing towards the door, Shaggy started to reach for the doorknob, only to see a second hand appear out of thin air opening it for him. And with Scooby-Doo by his side, Brandon Bravo giving chase from behind, Shaggy followed the strange shadow as it fully appeared before him, leading him into some unknown future.

Stand Guide:

Karma Chameleon (1983 song by Culture Club) - Stand of Brandon Bravo
Power - B
Speed - D
Range - D
Durability/Endurance - C
Precision - A
Development - C

Karma Chameleon appears as a metallic chameleon on Brandon Bravo's shoulders. It possesses 3 unique abilities:
1. Karma Chameleon has great visual awareness to the point where he allows Brandon to see behind himself.
2. Karma Chameleon is capable of turning its user 2-dimensional for limited periods of time.
3. Karma Chameleon can alter the colors of its user, allowing them to blend in with their surroundings, granting functional invisibility.

Karma Chameleon is not a combat stand, but rather an incredible support-type stand for close-range surprise attacks/assassinations, which has proven advantageous in the shadier parts of the business conducted by the Bravo family.

Reference:
The Bull living in Hollywood is the bull from the Johnny Bravo episode - "Did You See a Bull Run by Here?" from season 1 episode 9. The Bull was defeated by Johnny in a Bull Fight, but the two went on to appear in a series of movies together (though the Bull was the star, Johnny was cast in supporting roles).