Gravity Falls on Scooby Doo

Disclaimer: This story is purely written for enjoyment. No profit will be made from it.

Gravity Falls is a product of Disney

Scooby Doo is a product of Hanna Barbara

Warning: This story contains spoilers from Gravity Falls season 2 finale.

Chapter 1: The Mystery Hack

The bright sun flared above as a lone van decorated in late 1960's flair moved steadily down the country road. Fred Jones kept a steady gaze ahead. To his right in the front seat were Daphne, a pretty girl with fiery long red hair and Velma, an astute individual with short brown hair wearing her trademark orange sweater. In the back, a boy and his dog lay together on a foam mattress. Suddenly, the left rear tire hit a pothole. The back of the van jerked. Both riders in the back were startled awake.

"Like, what was that?" the teenage boy cried out in panic.

"Just a small hole in the pavement, Shaggy."

He relaxed his body. "Oh." He laughed nervously. The dog jumped up with his paws on the back of the seat. "Can we stop for some rood?" he begged with his tongue out.

"Sure Scoob, we're almost to the town."

At that moment, the two girls awoke. The red head turned to Fred.

"Are we finally here? You said this town has the best unsolved mysteries."

"It's a rumor, Daphne," Velma, the girl next to her answered. She adjusted her thick glasses. "They say this town has the greatest unsolved mysteries with strange creatures and magical items scattered throughout the area. But any logical person knows that it's all fantasy. I'm just coming along to find all the hoaxes."

"Well that just takes all the fun out of everything," Fred responded sourly.

"F-fun?" Shaggy stuttered. "If these mysteries are like the ones we've found before, I'd rather just tour the gift shops and restaurants."

"Well, there's one gift shop we're going to visit," Fred responded. "It's called 'The Mystery Shack.'"

The van continued until the crew saw the giant water tower that read, 'Gravity Falls.'

"We're here!" Fred announced. Fred drove the van into town until they saw the mystery shack or rather the Mystery...hack as the beat up letters on the sign read. Fred stopped in front of the dilapidated building. All eyes stared at the gift shop.

"We've come all this way to this dump?" Velma questioned. Fred didn't respond. He adjusted his orange ascot neatly over his white shirt before getting out of the van. The rest of the group followed him into the shack.

Many knickknacks sat on the shelves, some on pedestals as if to look more important than they really were. Their attention then went to a young red head behind the desk reading a magazine wearing a white and blue baseball cap with a pine tree on the front, green vest and brown boots. Fred tapped on the counter top, but she didn't budge an inch. Next, he tried clearing his throat. When she didn't respond to that, Daphne pushed him out of the way.

"Hey there!" she spoke loudly. The girl looked over the top of the magazine.

She slowly lowered it so they could see her whole face.

"Yeah, uh, welcome to the Mystery Shack," she said with the lowest amount of enthusiasm she could muster.

"Hi, do you give tours?" Fred asked.

"Did someone say tours?" A young man wearing a dark suit and a fez stepped into the room. "Hey there Dudes! I'm Mr. Mystery, well, the new Mr. Mystery. Here is the statue of the old Mr. Mystery," he took out a duster and cleaned the statue of Stan Pines in all his glory.

"Soos, you're always cleaning that thing, will you give it rest?" Wendy said from behind the counter.

"Shhh!" he put a finger to his lips. "I do not know this Soos you speak of. I'm—" he paused for dramatic effect. "Mr. Mystery!"

Wendy groaned. Soos' eyes went to his clients. "So, you Dudes want a tour?"

"Like, yeah man!" Shaggy answered.

"Sweet!" Soos responded. "Because if you don't buy anything or take the tour, I'm supposed to kick you out. Sorry, but it's company policy."

The four teens and Scooby raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Uh, sure," Fred spoke slowly.

"Alright, be prepared to be befuddled and bewil, bewils—wow that is a hard word to say."

"Bewildered?" Velma asked.

"Right. Okay Dudes, if you're ready to get your tickets, Wendy will take care of you." Soos walked over and stood by the vending machine.

After his clients had their tickets, took each one and tour it in half.

"Time for the tour! Oh boy, I'm really excited!" He took the kids and their dog through the shack to show them all the marvelous wonders. The first stop was at a picture of a horse...riding a horse. Everyone's eyes gazed at the picture, their heads cocked in confusion.

"It's a fake," Velma said. "Someone photocopied two horses and put them together."

"This was made by the original owner. As was, well, pretty much everything here."

"So, the original owner was a bit of a scam artist," Velma said.

Suddenly, tears welled up in Soos' eyes. "Listen to me, I don't care if you are a paying customer, but you do not talk about Stan Pines, the most wonderful man ever, like that!"

"Velma, can you keep your skeptical nature under control?" Fred whispered to her. Velma didn't answer.

"Please continue," Fred told Soos.

Soos' sour face turned pleasant again. "Okay Dudes! Follow me to the next attraction."

The next stop was at a statue of a two-headed wolf. "Gaze at one of the most magnificent wonders," Soos purred.

"Fake," Velma protested.

"Like, how do you know, Velma?" Shaggy asked. She turned to him with an all-knowing glance.

"You don't even have to look that closely to see the glue he used to put the two stuffed heads together." She began walking back towards the entrance. "I'm done." Soos raced to get in front of her. "Hold on! I got one more thing," he pointed outside. He opened the door leading back into the gift shop. Wendy hadn't budged from the position they left her in. "It's out this way," Soos said as he opened the door. "Please, after you," he told his guests.

Everyone followed him outside to a strange flat rock that looked like a face.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy cried.

Everyone studied the rock, especially Velma. She bent down, squinting her eyes, studying it from every angle.

"Anyone could have carved a face into this," she said finally.

"Geez! You just kill the fun out of everything, don't you?" Fred scrutinized.

"Like, it's kind of creepy," Shaggy noted.

Soos flashed a big smile. "If you touch it, your soul will get ripped right out of you, true story Dudes."

Shaggy swallowed hard. Velma reached out her hand and touched the jagged piece of rock. "Nope. Nothing."

"Wow! You are lucky. Anyways, I'll end this tour with the—" He pulled out a large sack from his jacket. "—Sack of Mystery. Just watch as you put your money inside and it disappears." His customers just stared at him. Soos sighed. "Boy, this is hard. How did Mr. Pines do it all those years." He put the sack away, defeated. "Well, that's all I got."

"Oh, well, it—uh, certainly was interesting," Daphne said.

"Oh really?" Soos perked up. "I thought I totally messed up. Okay, I'll led you back to the gift shop." He said as he walked back to the shack.

"Oh, we're good. We're gonna get something to eat," Fred told him.

"Okay Dudes." He walked back into the shack.

"Come on gang," Fred said to everyone. "We should look for a place to stay for the night. Suddenly, Soos turned around.

"You're looking for a place to stay, huh? Well look no further! This isn't just your one stop gift shop, it's your one night sleep at an inn...uh spot." He ended with a big sales grin.

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks," said Fred. "Come on gang." The corners of Soos' mouth turned down as he watched the kids get into their van and drive away.

It was around four in the afternoon when the gang entered Greasey's Dinner. The townsfolk sat at their tables chowing down on good ol' country food. The teenagers and Scooby breathed in the smells of deep fried goodness, which was part fried chicken and part gravy. The gang found a free booth and sat down. It didn't take long for the waitress to come over. Their eyes froze on her when she walked over, as she was quite a sight. The plump woman wore heavy eye shadow and one of her eyes looked impaired.

"Hi there, name's Lazy Susan, what can I get ya?"

"What? No menus?" Velma asked.

She blinked the one eye a few times. "Menu? No one has ever asked for a menu before. Are you from out of town?" They all nodded. "Oh, well, our special today is bean soup, fried chicken wings and fried taters." Shaggy and Scooby were drooling.

"Well, take it... and like everything else too!" Shaggy exclaimed.

Susan squinted her one eye at them. "Wow! You must be hungry! How about the rest of you?"

"Uh, do you just have a normal salad?" Daphne asked.

"How about pizza?" Fred asked.

"Pitza? Sure. You want friend chicken on it?"

Daphne shuddered. "I like vegie pizza."

"We usually do half meat and half veggie," Velma said.

"Okay, no problem." She started to walk away.

"Hey, hold on," Fred stopped her. "Aren't you going to ask what we want to drink?"

She turned away. "Oh, I just assumed you wanted some coffee. That's what everyone here gets. That or soda pop."

"Soda pop is fine," Shaggy said.

"How about some water?" Daphne asked.

"Water? Are you sure? No one in this town drinks the water."

"Fine. Just give us the soda or whatever," Fred told her. She took her leave.

"I don't think we're going to stay here long gang," Fred said.

"Well, we have to stay somewhere tonight," Velma said. "Let's ask the waitress about hotels around here."

Lazy Susan came back with their food, placing the pizza between Velma, Daphne and Fred and bean soup, fried chicken, taters two more pizzas, a ham and cabbage in front of Scooby and Shaggy.

"Alright!" Shaggy cheered while raising his arms with a fork and knife in each hand. The two started to dig in.

"Geez! Has it been days since you two ate?" Lazy Susan asked.

"No, it's only been an hour since they ate," Fred told her. Her one good eye stared in amazement at the skinny boy and his dog wolf down everything. She slowly began to back away from the table.

"Oh, hold on," Daphne said. "Where would we find the closest five star hotel in this town?"

"Or just a normal two star one?" Fred asked.

"Hotel? Here? The only place for overnight stay is the Inn down the road, but it's not open now. They had to close down while fumigating the place for bedbugs and vermin."

"Are you kidding me?" Velma asked.

"So, where can we stay?" Daphne wondered.

Shaggy actually stopped chewing for a moment. "Hey, that Mr. Mystery guy offered us a place to stay."

"No way! I'm not going back there," Velma said firmly.

"Well, I could drive back out of town to find a place."

"We didn't see anything for miles before we got here," Daphne reminded him.

"Wait, you said, Mr. Mystery?" Lazy Susan asked. "You're talking about Stanford Pines? Is he back in town?"

"Who?" Fred asked.

"That's the name of the original owner of the Mystery Shack."

"We met a guy who looked like he was in his twenties," Velma said.

"Oh, that's the new owner, Soos. Shoot, I was hoping Stan and his brother were back."

"Where are they now?" Fred asked.

"Somewhere in the Artic. They sail around on their boat. Been gone since last summer. I hope I see Stan again." She finished dreamily.

As Scooby wolfed down his food, his eye caught something on the table next to his plate.

"Huh, rwhat's rhis?" he wondered. He looked down at a drawing of a triangle with an eye in the middle.

"What is it, Scoob?" Shaggy asked.

"Rhis is a rweird rpicture," he said. Shaggy looked over at it. Suddenly, Lazy Susan put a damp cloth on the drawing and rubbed vigorously.

"Sorry about that. I'll take care of it," she said. She looked earnestly at the kids with her one eye. "You should take Soos up on his offer. He may even throw in a continental breakfast."

"Breakfast?" Shaggy said between mouthfuls. "Let's go back!"

"I don't know—" Fred began.

"The sun will be going down soon, Fred. We need a place to stay," Daphne said.

"Well, let's finish eating first. Then we'll decide our next step.