"Guys! GUYS!"

But the van zoomed away, oblivious to the shouts of the rest of the gang.

"Oh brother," Velma sighed, watching as the van retreated into the darkness. "I guess we need to follow them, or they'll leave us here until they think they can handle coming back!"

The threesome followed the van until Fred and Daphne yelled in unison.

"What?" Velma gasped, turning. In the darkness she could only make out the hazy shape of Fred, crouched down and looking at the ground, where seconds ago there had been earth and now there was a gaping hole. A little light flickered up from the hole, but not much.

"Do we go in as well?" Fred asked, looking a little torn.

"I guess," Velma replied, and Fred started groping around the side of the hole.

"There's a ladder here… Hang on, Daph!"

Daphne called back to be careful, and Fred started a careful and slow descent of the ladder, which was flimsy even for a rope ladder and creaked alarmingly, threatening to snap and let any on it plummet to the ground at any second.

Eventually, Fred and Velma were safely on ground again, and Daphne had found a door while they had been climbing down

"Come on, and be careful," Fred murmured to the girls, who nodded and followed him into a small tunnel.

There was a small amount of light coming from occasional gaps in the ceiling, but the moon was only a small crescent and the light from it was meagre. The torch was completely out of battery, so there was no help from it, and slowly all three started to feel like moles.

Eventually, there was a door in sight, and the three pushed it open.

Their jaws dropped in unison.

Inside the room was a huge booty of items- electrical equipment, jewellery, and bags and bags of coins and bank notes, sacks stuffed full of freshly-printed dollar notes and even a small number of cars and car parts, doors and engines and hoods.

The three walked in, looking round and slightly dazzled by the amount of valuable things in the room.

Fred walked straight over to a car which had a French registration plate and trailed his hand along one side.

"A Bugatti Veyron," he murmured, stroking the smooth gleaming metallic sheen of the car. "They're worth millions."

Daphne had walked to a pile of jewels and was fingering a diamond ring, sneaking glances at Freddy, but he had eyes only for the jewel of a car under his fingers. She sighed and put the huge ring down.

Velma was more interested in a pile of papers on one side of the room. She picked them up and started flicking through them.

"False ownership papers for the Veyron… And hey!"

Her voice made the others stop and look over.

"What is it, Velma?"

Velma held out some papers and Fred took them.

"Papers for illegal immigrants!"

"You can make a fortune that way, Freddy."

"Enjoying yourselves?"

The horribly familiar voice made Daphne and Velma shriek, and Fred jumped and swerved round to see the man in his doublet, with his huge bloody wound and his evil grin on his face.

"You found my little hidey-hole… and as a result, you are very unlikely to ever leave it…"

Fred dived for the door, but the ghost grabbed him by the arm and pushed him back into the shelf of papers. Daphne rushed over to try the door herself, but was pushed into Fred.

"You're not going to leave. Trust me…"

And with an evil sneer, the man turned to leave, shutting the door behind him with a little click.

Velma turned and looked musingly at the car Fred had been so entranced by.

"Freddy, how powerful is that Veyron?"

Fred glanced over at the car as he helped Daphne to her feet.

"The most powerful production car ever. Why do you ask?"

Velma smiled.

"The tunnel behind that door is wide enough to fit the car in…"

The smile now crept over Fred's face as well. He walked over to the car and found the doors unlocked. Velma opened the opposite door and breathed in the smell of leather and carbon fibre and expensive car that she was so unused to- in the Mystery Machine the main smell was all sorts of mingled foods, with a bit of dog and Daphne's perfume.

Fred reached forward and started picking at the ignition.

"You sure this is the only way out?"

"Pretty much, why?"

"It's such a wonderful car to try and wreck…"

Velma pinched him and he swatted her back, and then began to hot-wire the car using tools they had found on the other side of the den.