[ WP ] A villain is trying to make is mark in the city , but he has no super powers , only elaborate setups to make it look appear he has powers .

`` Oh come on, not you guys too!'' exclaimed Fred as he walked into Denny ’ s. It looked as if someone ran around flipping tables, dumping plates and generally causing mayhem. It seemed like every breakfast place in town was having this problem. It had started a few weeks ago at the nicer joints, and since then this ghost haunting had spread to every breakfast joint in the city. Even the Denny's were haunted now apparently. 
 
 `` Sorry, but we ca n't serve anybody until we get the ghost problem taken care of.'' Replied a rather apathetic hostess at the front desk. `` We were lucky it had n't bothered us yet, but last night a bunch of drunk kids got chased out at 3am. They ransacked the kitchen and dumped out all the eggs, broke the coffee pots... just like all the other places.'' 
 
 Fred sighed. All he wanted was a Denver omelette. He'd been in Denver for almost a week but had n't found a place to get one yet; this apparent horde of ghosts kept disturbing all of the breakfast joints. Obviously they were n't exclusive to the city, but his original plan had been to go to an upscale place and get a *really* fancy one, just to say he'd done it. Now he was n't sure if he'd get one at all. 
 
 As he walked back out he checked his phone to see if his agent had any updates on the meeting this afternoon. His dad had pulled some strings, and Fred and his crew were going to have a dinner interview with the Superbowl winning Broncos later today. Not the whole team, but a few key members. The details were basically finalized, they just needed to hear back from Peyton about his timing. Since the win, he'd been hard to pin down apparently. 
 
 He pulled out his phone and saw a text from “ < 3 Da-best girl < 3 ” and smiled. She hadn ’ t been able to come on this venture, but she always liked to be in touch. It was a missed call and voicemail from one of his crew that caught his eye, however. He pulled it up and listened: “ Hey, like, did you know Papa John ’ s is having a big promotion this weekend? *cough* I guess they ’ re creating, like, a brand new Denver Omelette Pizza to celebrate the Bronco ’ s win. Want to *cough* like, hang around until Friday to try it out with us? Hit me back man, we ’ re going over to have some normal pizza right now *cough cough* sounds really good! ” Closing his phone, Fred rolled his eyes. The coughing came as no surprise; those guys were out having fun with Colorado ’ s recreational pot laws, and thinking of getting some food. Typical. The Denver omelette pizza bit made him wonder though. He thought it sounded pretty gross, but those two would eat anything. As he pulled out of the parking lot, his phone rang. The agent finally had some news… 
 
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 Dinner with the Broncos had been a blast. Peyton seemed tired and distracted, along with most of the offensive players. It was like they were still practicing or something. The defense however was lively and fun, and Fred had even hit it off with Von Miller. They actually were out walking on the 29th street mall with another one of his crew members. She seemed to have a thing for Von, and they both were wearing their wide rimmed glasses. It was enough to make Fred laugh. As they were walking, they heard a loud crash. Fred turned just in time to see a huge Great Dane leap into his arms, quaking in fright. 
 
 “ Scooby no-! ” he shouted, but it was too late. It could be seen that Scooby and Shaggy had just scrambled out of another Denny ’ s here along the mall, and a large group of ghostly figures ran around smashing everything in sight. 
 
 “ Jenkies! ” Shouted Velma as she caught an equally startled Shaggy. As the group looked on, Von ran in and started single handedly tackling each of the ghosts, using his lightning-like defensive skills. After a few minutes of struggling, Fred and the gang walked up to the now subdued ghosts. 
 
 “ May I do the honors? ” Asked Von, beaming with pride at having saved the day for the fabled Scooby-doo Mystery solving team. Fred nodded, and gasped as Von pulled off the masks. “ Papa John, Cam Newton, and the entire Panthers offense! ” exclaimed everyone. 
 
 Velma nodded, explaining how only a large group could manage to haunt all of the breakfast shops in town. It also lined up that the haunting only began after the Superbowl had ended. Of course, the whole point was to drive up demand for the disturbing sounding ‘ Denver Omelette Pizza ’ they were planning to release this weekend. Of course it was the Panthers, not the Broncos who had been enlisted to help since they had nothing left to lose. Papa John had cut yet another huge check to make sure this payed off, but he couldn ’ t risk Peyton taking the fall. Too much invested in advertising. 
 
 “ And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn ’ t for you meddling kids, ” raged a somewhat drunken Papa John. Scooby cleared his throat and made a shit eating grin. 
 
 Cam kicked out at him and yelled “ and that stupid Von Miller too! ”
