With Hyde and Fez practically clutching onto one another, the basement door suddenly gave way and flew open to reveal — Kelso!

"That door has a serious sticking problem. Red should really get on that," Kelso exclaimed.

"Kelso, man, you nearly gave Fez a heart attack!" Hyde reproached.

"Yes, and you may we me a new pair of underwear, if my sad suspicions are correct," Fez added shamefully.

"What are you guys talking about?!" Kelso questioned, throwing his hands up. "I've got great news!"

"Which is?" Hyde prompted.

"Alright, you aren't going to believe this — but — the Hirsches got a dog! This entire neighborhood is becoming like dog paradise!"

"Paradise for the dogs, or paradise for you —because you are as smart as a dog," Fez needled.

"Come on Fez," Hyde said shaking his head. "Don't be cruel to animals."

Hyde and Fez laughed as Michael looked confused.

"Say what you want, but dogs are smart so the jokes on you. Plus, I'm not the one who is afraid to be alone in Forman's basement," Michael stressed the latter point as he sat on the couch and stretched his legs.

"We are not afraid to be in the Forman's basement, Kelso," Fez corrected. "We are afraid of the killer that I saw and led back to the Forman's basement."

"The what?!" Kelso scream as he jumped up from the couch and swiveled his head, searching every corner of the cavernous basement.

"Settle down!" Hyde said, placing his hands on Kelso's shoulders and returning him to the couch. "Now, I'll admit," Hyde continued, clutch the lapel of his leather vest in his hands like a Philadelphia lawyer. "That I was a little jumpy there for a minute but I'm not to let my mind run out of control."

"Of course not. That is what I'm here for," Fez added innocently.

"Fez, what exactly did you see?!" Michael questioned intensely.

"Well, as I told Stephen here. I was walking on the park and saw a man sitting on a bench staring at a young lady who was stretching her long supple legs on the bench across from him. I tried to talk to the man about how beautiful the young woman was and he acted all weirded-out and left."

"That's not so scary." Michael replied.

"Oh, and he left a gun on the bench when he left." Fez added.

"Yup. That's definitely what a killer would do," Michael nodded. "But wait, how do you know you led him back here?"

"We don't," Hyde said sternly. "Fez here thought he had when you started jiggling the door knob a minute ago."

"You thought so too!" Fez said defensively. Fez and Hyde started arguing back and forth about who was or was not scared and why they may or may not have been. In a rare turn, Michael Kelso had to be the mature one and mediate the situation.

"Guys, guys, come on. Let's try and remain level headed adults here and keep in mind that no matter what happened and who was scared — nobody was more scared than Forman would've been." All three start laughing at their absent friend. Hyde patted Kelso on the back in a nonverbal cue of gratitude.

Suddenly, like time had rewound itself, the basement door knob again began to twist back and forth. The room quickly falls silent until the silence is broken by Kelso's frightened whisper.

"It's not me this time, guys. I swear."