Billy ran towards the group and wrapped his arms around Mojo's neck crying, "I SAW A GHOST! SAVE ME! DON'T LET HIM GET ME!" Mojo strangled out as his neck is getting squeezed, "Let...go! Can't...breathe!" Letting go of Mojo, Billy apologized, "Sorry." Ace grips Billy's shirt and hisses, "What's the matter with you?!"

Billy said, "Remember when you said that there's no such things as ghosts, Mojo?"

Mojo rubbed his neck and said, "And?"

Billy said, "I saw one! It was horrible! I heard some moanin' and groanin', then I saw the ghost howling and scaring me to death!"

Rebecca places a consoling hand on Billy's broad shoulder. "Please don't be afraid, Billy, I'm sure it wasn't real."

"It was probably some kids playin' a prank." Buttercup adds.

Billy breathes a hearty sigh of relief. "Yeah. Sorry t'get myself all worked up like dat, guys."

"All's well, Billy." Rebecca replies kindly, as the group then set off again.

Meanwhile, a panicked Joe is dashing through the graveyard helter skelter. "Blimey! Keep away!" He unfortunately hadn't been watching where he was going and ends up crashing into his brother, who is searching a nearby plot for clues. "Joe, you idiot, what are you at?" Moe, who now has a magnifying glass stuck on his nose, glowers.

"Guh-g-g-g-ghost!" Joe replies with a shudder. "I just saw a ghost! I-I-it had glowin' red eyes, a-a-and a long black cloak!"

"Joe, you ninny, there ain't no such thing," Moe scowls as he removes the magnifying glass. "You're just to stupidsti-ahh, stupersti-aw, whaddaya 'fraid of? Come on, we gotta find that clue before them Americans do!" Upon this, the Nussbaum brothers then hurry off again.

Meanwhile, the group are searching the graveyard with Mojo, who's holding a flashlight, leading the way. At this moment, Snake's gaze falls on something sitting on top of one of the gravestones. He quickly traipses over and picks it up. "Hey guyssss, I've found the nexxxt clue!" The group quickly hurries over to see. "Good job Sweetie." April says, which causes Snake to smile and blush a bit.

Snake then unfolds the piece of paper and begins to read, "'Finissssh this rhyme to find your nexxxxt clue: For hisss deductions, Sherlock couldn't be ssssnubbed, if you're a great detective, join the...'"

"...Party!" Billy quickly pipes up. His friends simply stare at him blankly. "Well, it coulda' been." the largest Gang Green Gang member replies, shuffling his toe on the ground.

"Hmm, let's see," Rebecca muses. "Rhymes, with snub...cub, tub, rub, pub, club! Join the club!"

Mojo said, "Hmm, it could be some country club or some sort of place where people join as members."

Rebecca said, "Well, the detectives here in London always have their police headquarters. Scotland Yard maybe?" "Hmm, most likely so," the professor muses. "Perhaps we could take a peek in town."

"Good idea." the group obliges as they then make their way toward town. As they're leaving, however, they fail to notice the eerie red eyes watching them from the shadows. "Yes, yes, run, my young friends. For you'll soon be falling right into my trap."

The group then enter the town square As they round a corner, Mrs. Dawson sticks her head out of the door of a building nearby. "Hmm," she muses. "They must know something. I'd better follow them." She then takes off down the street after them. As she follows the group down an alleyway, she almost bumps into a man wearing ragged clothes and a wide-brimmed hat which covers his face. "Oh, goodness, sir, I'm so sorry! Are you all right?"

"Yes, mum, please don't worry." the figure replies in a low-key voice. Feeling relieved, Mrs. Dawson then sets off again. As she leaves, the man lifts his hat, revealing his true identity as Mr. Flaversham. "Hee, hee," he chuckles silently to himself. "This disguise is worthy of Holmes himself."