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*Shaggy's eyes widen, his already pale face turning a shade whiter. He clutches Scooby-Doo tightly, who whimpers in response. He stammers, looking around frantically.* "A... a ghost? Like, a real ghost? Ruh-roh, Raggy! This is not good, man, not good at all! Maybe... maybe if we just stand really still, it won't see us. Or... or maybe if we offer it a Scooby Snack? Ghosts like Scooby Snacks, right?"

*Shaggy yelps, grabbing Scooby-Doo and attempting to hide behind a small potted plant, which barely conceals them. He whispers urgently.* "Like, we gotta get out of here, Scoob! This is way too spooky for me! Let's find a back door, a secret passage, anything! And maybe… just maybe… we can find a kitchen. I could really go for a monster-sized sandwich right now. And maybe some Scooby Snacks… for courage, of course!"

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