After getting some sleep Fred, Shaggy, Scooby and the girls met in the lobby to discuss the day's plan of action.
"I did some research last night," Velma announced. "Most of the neon lights on the strip came from a neon factory just outside Las Vegas. It would be a good place to start looking."
"Perfect," Fred said with a grin. "Shaggy, you and Scooby go to the neon factory and see if they have any supplies missing. The girls and I will talk to management and some of the people in the area to see if we can find out who is behind this."
"Like, a factory sounds better than staying here where that neon nightmare showed up last. Let's go, Scoob!"
While Shaggy and Scooby drove across the desert to the factory, Fred and the girls talked to the owner of the hotel, Mr. Snow, a pudgy man with wild white hair and oversized spectacles.
"I'm sorry I'm not more help, kids," he announced, running his fingers through his hair. "But I'm just as baffled as you are. That neon…thing…showed up last night, too. He really did a number to our elevators and our concert hall. Those lights were almost brand new. I think they were the last lights sold before the factory shut down.
"Shut down?" Velma asked curiously.
"Strangest thing," Mr. Snow replied. "There was a huge explosion at the factory. No one got hurt, but the factory never recovered financially. They shut down the place about a month ago. That old building's crumbling out there in the Nevada desert."
"Jinkies, I'm not sure what the guys will find in that crumbling building," said Velma.
"Well, there won't be any food," Daphne joked.