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‘Now you’ve gone and done it,’ Dawn Meadows thought glumly as she stared down at the bubbling vat of green coloured liquid positioned directly below her.    She gave a brief struggle against the ropes enveloping her arms and waist and attached to a hook, which conspired to keep the intrepid, luckless reporter dangling over the vat of hissing, glowing concoction. She gave a series of muffled grunts through the white rag pulled over her mouth, try to call for help but receiving no response. As her legs thrashed through the air one of her designer high heels fell off her feet and fell into the vat below, where it promptly dis

“Like, what did you just say, Daphne?” asked Shaggy without even bothering to turn around to look at the pretty redhead, so distracted was he by the sight of the buffet table – loaded with all kinds of delicacies – on the other side of the crowded ballroom.  As this was Halloween, he was wearing his costume, a navy blue crackerjack uniform with two thin red diagonal stripes on his right shoulder and a white sailor hat on his disheveled hair.  His canine friend, Scooby-Doo, was standing right to him, and wore shoulder boards, each with a solid gold stripe, and a naval officer’s cap perched across hi

Dr. Heather Stanford hung her trench coat on the coat rack on the wall near the front entrance of the Great Expectations Preparatory Academy.  Her old school had closed many years ago, so she was surprised the large doors were unlocked.  “Although I suppose Buck took care of opening them,” she reasoned, noticing a black duster hanging nearby. “I don’t know why I ever agreed to meet him dressed like this; I mean, we didn’t even have school uniforms,” she complained.  “Even if we had, they certainly wouldn’t have been anything like this; I’d just die of embarrassment if someone I knew saw me now.

Rather than walking, Betty was hopping.  Perhaps it would be more accurate still to state she was moving forward by jumping in tall graceful parabolas.  She would bend her knees, fly up into the air, and land a few feet ahead.  After shaking out the hair in front of her eyes, she would leap onward again.  It was tiring going, but at least she was dressed for exercise, in a magenta t-shirt and black yoga shorts.  “Whew!” she thought, leaning against a lamppost to catch her breath.  “At least it’s a lot easier to hop in these sneakers than in stilettos!” As Betty was very fashion conscious, most people in Brickvil