A strange ceiling swam above Velma's head as she groggily opened her eyes. Her glasses weren't on her face, and the ceiling was too far away for her to make it out properly. Someone was holding an ice pack to her forehead, and someone else was saying, "Velma? Velma? You there?"

Then her glasses landed back on her face, and people swam into focus; Fred was the one holding the ice pack, Daphne was the one talking to her, leaning over her with a worried look on her face, and Shaggy and Scooby were peering at her with equally concerned expressions. The faces of all four were distressed and curious, so she felt she should assure them. She felt fine, apart from a huge headache, and was grateful for the ice pack.

"Guys, I'm fine. I don't know how, but I am. Thanks for the ice pack, Freddy."

The faces of each member of the gang changed from anxiety to relief so quickly that Velma almost laughed.

"Like, we thought the car had run you over, man," Shaggy said quietly. Daphne made a noise halfway between a sob and a hiccup.

"Seriously, I'm fine."

Scooby barked as someone walked in, but as he walked under a light the gang recognised him as Olli, the guy with the people-carrier, and after a few seconds they saw that he was flanked by James May, who looked so pale that he seemed ill.

"Oh my goodness…"

Both men rushed over as soon as they saw what had happened. Olli was clearly fresh from repairing the latest damage that the car had done, as he was pulling off workmen's gloves and there were a few tiny shards of glass in his hair. He brushed his hand over the dark thatch on top of his head and glass shards sprinkled down like confetti.

"Are you OK?" he asked quickly. Velma smiled.

"I'm getting used to being asked that! Yes, I'm fine."

"Would someone tell me what's happened here?" James May asked, looking both confused and worried. The gang told both men what had happened, and by the time they had finished both looked horrified.

"We should cancel the Vehicle Show," Olli said, looking over at James May. "You wouldn't mind, would you, Mr May? I mean, not after being attacked and nearly run over by that phantom car."

James May rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful, but Velma butted in.

"The phantom car went for James May?"

"It damn near killed him," Olli said, shuddering so that his dark spiky hair trembled. "It's tried to get him before, as well."

"I am protected," James May replied. "I'm still here, aren't I, Olli?"

"I still say the show should be cancelled before someone is killed. It'll probably bankrupt us, but it's better than someone dying. And if James May died while he was here, that would be the end forever. Nobody would ever come again. There would never be another show. Fifty-seven years this show's been run, and we've never had any problems. My dad was the founder."

"Well, I don't really see why we should close it, Olli. Maybe if these kids can catch that car…"

Olli stared at James, his eyes disbelieving.

"Mr May, there is no way these kids can catch a phantom car! There are four of them-"

"Rahem!"

"-four kids and a dog-"

"Rank rou!"

"-and they are against a rogue, ghost-powered car, which from what I can see is quite capable of injuring people."

James May looked round at the gang.

"But- well, from what I've heard about you, this should be something you can solve."

Fred snapped his fingers suddenly, making Olli jump and swerve round, thinking it was the phantom car.

"Sorry, Olli. But I've got a plan!"