A/N Yey! Finally started this! Cross over of King Kong and Scooby Doo.

Daphne grew up acting, she loved it. Seeing everyone's eyes upon her, receiving the attention she envied. Dreaming someday she may become a star and finally leave the poor streets of New York.
But the ridiculous dream soon faded. After the downfall of the theatre the Blake family became bankrupt. George Blake left Daphne when she was ten, told her that he was 'leaving for a while', sadly Daphne never seen her father again.
As long as she is happy, her grim life never bother her. Warm memories keep her happy, remembering the glorious theatre her farther owned. How new and innocent New York was. As long as she performed, she would imagine that the Theatre was still glorious.

Daphne seen a small crowd of people, and quickly noticed workmen are up on the ladders, putting a large sign up saying: THEATRE CLOSED TILL FURTHER NOTICE.
"Hey! What's going on?" she pushes her way through the miserable crowd, finally reaching the entrance, rattling the heavy steel chains that are locked around the doors to the Blake Theatre.
"You have no right to do this! This is my Father's theatre!" she shouts angrily, "We work here!"
A workman up a ladder smirks down at her, "Not anymore, Lady."

The Blake performers cluster on the sidewalk, props and costumes litter the street.
"It's all right for you!" an red face woman called at the workmen, "We haven't had an pay check for two weeks- how are we going to eat?"
Daphne realise it was Maude, a motherly looking woman, in her early forties. "They're not going to get away with this." Daphne mutter, gathering her props,
Maude looks bleakly at her, "They just did, Hun."
"Miss… Miss Blake, it's no use." Jenkins stood quietly to one side, shaking his head sadly, "The show is over- it's done. I'm done. I'm leaving, Miss Blake… back to Chicago. I'm sorry…"
Daphne stares at Jenkins in Shock, not believing what the old performer is talking about. The only person who looked after her, after her fathers disappearance, and stayed with her throughout her childhood.

"But you wouldn't leave me... why... I thought..." she splutters, her hands shaking. Her world falling apart around her.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Ever since you were small people have been letting you down. But you got to think of yourself now. You should try out for that part."
Daphne stares at him warily, trying to digest his words.
"It's what you've always wanted. I know what you're thinking- every time you reach out for something you care about… fate comes along and snatches it away." Jenkins holds Daphne's hands, looking at her proudly, "But not this time, Daphne… not this time."