Early the next morning, Sarah is driving down the road to her house. She had spent the night in a motel because she figured that the gang would want to spend the night at her house.

As she pulls up to her house, she sees Velma's car in the driveway, but since she has never seen it before, she doesn't recognize it.

Once she pulls into her driveway, she jumps out of her car and looks around to see whose vehicle it is. She runs to the backyard. There, she sees Velma sleeping at the roots of the old oak tree. Her purse is being used as a pillow, and her jacket as a blanket. Beside her head are her glasses put neatly in her case, which she keeps in her purse. At first glance, one will think that she intended to spend the night there.

Sarah runs over and tries to awake Velma.

"Miss Dinkley," she says as she gently shakes Velma's shoulder.

Velma groans and rolls over on her side.

"Not now, mom." She says

"Velma," Sarah tries again. "Velma wake up."

"Mom," Velma groans again. "it's Saturday, remember? It's my day to sleep in!"

It dawns on Sarah at this point that Velma is most likely dreaming about her childhood days.

"Velma," Sarah says sternly. "this is Sarah speaking."

Velma rolls on her back and opens her eyes.

"Sarah?" she asks. "Sarah who?"

"Maclbe!" Sarah emphasizes.

Velma becomes fully awake. She sits up. "Miss Maclbe!" she yells. An intense pain comes to her head. "Ow!" She says as she rubs the back of her head.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah." Starts Velma. "Yeah I think so." She tries to look around, but without her glasses she sees only nothing but blurs. "Where am I?" she finally asks.

"At my house." Is the reply. "The back yard, to be precise."

"Oh." Velma says. She tries to look at her surroundings again then asks, "Have you seen my glasses?"

Sarah picks up Velma's case and hands it to her. Velma thanks her and puts on her glasses. She takes another look.

"Have I been here all night?" she asks.

"I was hoping you would tell me." Is the reply.

Velma looks at the flowerbed where the strange person came from. She begins to shake all over.

"Velma," Sarah asks, "are you sure you're okay?"

"No," Velma admits, "I'm not. I saw it, Sarah. I saw it."

"Saw what?" Sarah inquires.

"The 'face'!"

Freddie is driving the Mystery Machine along with Daphne, Shaggy and Scooby to Sarah's house.

Daphne's cell phone begins to ring. She takes it out of her purse and looks at the calling number. It's from Velma's house. She presses the 'answer' button.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Hi, Daphne. This is Marilyn. Is Velma with you?" answers a voice on the other end.

"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Dinkley!" smiles Daphne, "No, Velma isn't with me. To be frank, I haven't seen her all night. Why?"

"Well," starts Mrs. Dinkley, "last night she ran off during dinner and she never came back. And, well, I'm worried."

"Are you sure she didn't sneak in during the night?" Daphne inquires.

"No." says Marilyn, "Her bed hasn't been slept in. And the food I left her last night hasn't been touched."

"Okay," Daphne says, "we'll see if we can find her."

"Oh thank-you, Daphne." Says Mrs. Dinkley with a sigh of relief. "Call me when you find her."

"I will." Comforts Daphne.

She hangs up.

Fred looks at her. She has worried look on her face.

"Is anything wrong?" he asks.

"Velma didn't go home last night." Daphne replies.

"Like, she must still be at Sarah's house," Shaggy says who was eavesdropping on Daphne's phone call. "there's like nothing to fret about, she must have decided to spend the night there."

"Reah! Rothing ro ret rabout!" parrots Scooby.

"But then why didn't she call home?" disagrees Fred.

Scooby and Shaggy look at each other.

"Like, got us there, Fred." Shaggy says.

"Maybe we should just go and see for ourselves." Proposes Daphne.

The rest agree.

Upon their arrival, they see that Velma's car is in the driveway. They immediately run to the back yard.

There, they see Velma and Sarah sitting on the patio drinking coffee.

Sarah is having hers the traditional way with cream and sugar. Velma, however, is having hers black with a few drops of brandy.

"Velma!" Daphne yells as she runs up to her friend. "Velma, what happened to you?"

Velma doesn't answer. Instead she takes a huge sip of her coffee and looks at Daphne with terror in her eyes.

Daphne, noticing Velma's beverage asks, "Velma, what's with the coffee? I know you drink it on the rare occasion with cream and sugar, but brandy?"

Velma doesn't answer. She just stares into mid air. Fred, Shaggy and Scooby look scared with nothing to think of the matter. Scooby walks up to Velma. He waves his paw in front of her face. No reaction, not even a blink.

Daphne then gets an idea. She take's Velma's glasses and pulls a pencil out of her purse.

"Velma," she says, "Velma if you don't snap out of this, I'll break your glasses!"

Velma does nothing.

Daphne then takes the pencil and snaps it in two.

Still nothing.

Completely outraged, Daphne snatches the coffee cup out of Velma's hands and splashes it into her face.

Velma immediately becomes conscious of what is going on around her. She grabs a napkin and starts to wipe the coffee off her face.

"Oh! Velma, I'm...I'm so sorry!" cries Daphne just realizing what she had done.

"It's okay, Daph." Comforts Velma with a weak grin on her face.

"Like, what happened to you?" asks Shaggy

"Yeah," starts Fred, "your mom's worried sick about you."

"Well," Velma starts, "it's like this..." she tells the entire story. Everyone listens patiently.

"Jeepers!" exclaims Daphne. "What happened next?"

"I don't know." Velma answers pouring herself a cup of brandy. "I must have fainted." She quickly swallows her drink.

"Daph," she asks, "do you have my glasses?"

"Oh! Yes I do!" Daphne exclaims. "I forgot that I had them." She hands them to Velma.

'What puzzles me," contemplates Fred. "is how you could have bedded down for the night if you claim that you were out cold."

"Like yeah, that is weird!" Agrees Shaggy.

"I must have done it in my sleep." says Velma.

"That isn't the point!" Sarah yells.

"Well, what is the point?" asks Daphne.

"The point is," Sarah explains. "is that the face is no longer just something I said. Velma's seen it, so it must be real!"

"But," protests Velma, "I'm not sure now what I even saw. It seems like all one bad dream."

"Well, like, it must not have been, Velma." Says Shaggy. "You're shaking."

Velma looks down at her hands. They are pale and shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Freddie is over by the flowerbed. He begins to move around the dirt.

"Are you sure that the 'ghost' came from the flowerbed?" he asks.

"Freddie! Please!" Velma shouts as she jumps into Daphne's arms. "Don't disturb the dirt! She'll come back!"

"Jeepers! Velma!" Daphne says putting Velma down. "You got a real scare last night!"

"Don't put me down!" orders Velma in a shaky voice.

Scooby and Shaggy look at each other. "Like, I think Velma's really lost it, Scoob." Shaggy says. "Usually it's, like, you and me who act like that!"

"Shaggy," Daphne calls. "Could you hold Velma for a moment? I need to talk to Fred for a moment and Velma needs to be held."

"Like why?" inquires Shaggy.

"Reah rhy?" parrots Scooby.

"Because," Daphne starts, "She is in need of a big, strong man in a time like this. She's scared."

"Also tired I see!" laughs Shaggy as he points to Velma on Daphne's shoulder. She had long dozed off.

"Oh, whatever!" Daphne says as she plops Velma down into a chair.

Scooby walks over to Velma lays down by her feet and falls asleep as well.

"Well, Fred, what do you think?" Daphne asks as she approaches Fred.

"You mean about Velma?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Well," the blond man responds. "I think that this is all a figment of her imagination?"

"And how do you deduce that, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" humors Daphne.

"For starters," he starts. "she is very tired, as you can see."

"Yes." Daphne urges. "Go on."

"Two." Freddie continues. "She didn't have dinner. When your stomach is empty, you start seeing things that are not even there. So all together, I'd say Velma's letting her imagination get the best of her."

"Do you think that we could ever set her mind straight?" Daphne asks.

"Yes." Freddie replies scratching the back of his head. "And I think I have a plan!"

"You can't make me!" protests Velma as the gang drags her to the flowerbed.

"Like, come-on, Velma." Urges Shaggy. "It's for your own good."

"Not even if my life depended on it!" she snaps back. "Anyway, exactly how can I favor from this torture?"

"Velma," Fred explains, "you have a phobia, and the only way of fixing that phobia is to go back to where you got it and hit it head on!"

"You mean that you are going to stick my head into the flowerbed?" she inquires.

"No, not exactly." Daphne replies.

"Uh-huh." Velma starts. "You're crazy!"

"Sarah," Freddie calls.

Sarah had been sitting there doing nothing, watching the Freddie investigate around the yard. She had never seen a real detective at work first hand before and had found it quite interesting.

"Sarah." Freddie calls again. "Could you please come over here and help us with Velma?"

"Sure!" Sarah eagerly replies instantly standing to her feet.

However, no sooner than Sarah gets a grip on Velma, she breaks loose and begins to climb the oak tree.

"Velma," Freddie pleads. "please come down."

"Only if you promise me that you are not going to take me to that flowerbed against my will!" Velma replies crossing her arms over her chest.

"Would you do it for a Scooby snack?" cons Daphne.

"Come-on, Daph." Velma says in her 'smarty-pants' voice. "You know that only works on Shaggy and Scooby!"

"Like too bad, Velma." Shaggy calls up. "Like, now would be the perfect time to do, like, a scientific experiment!"

Velma's face lights up. "Experiment?" she asks.

"Like yeah!" Shaggy continues. "Like it's the perfect time to, like, see if the Scooby Snacks, like, really work for, like, Scooby and me."

"Jinkies, Shaggy!" Velma laughs. "That sure is a lot of 'likes' in one sentence! But you know me, I can't turn down an experiment. So, like, I'm coming down!"

Velma climbs down and grabs the box of Scooby Snacks that Daphne handed her. She gets a hand full and shoves them into her mouth.

"Whoa, Velma!" Freddie yells. "we didn't say a handful of Scooby Snacks!"

"I know," Velma manages to say between swallows. "but this is also my breakfast!"

With her stomach full of Scooby Snacks, Velma makes her way to the flowerbed. Good thing for her, everyone else is two or three yards behind.

"Oh, I feel so comforted!" she calls glancing over her shoulder.

"Relax, Velma." Daphne calls back. "look as me, I'm as cool as a cucumber!"

"Figures!" Velma calls back. "You're farther away from it than I am!"

She got down on her knees and started digging in the bed. One by one the rest of the gang came to see if she was finding anything.

"Like, Velma" Shaggy says. "you can move the dirt a little more."

"No way!" she replies. "The last time I did that, that 'woman' appeared!"

"Velma, listen to me." Freddie says looking Velma squarely in the eye. "What you saw last night was a figment of you imagination, a mirage, your mind playing tricks on you!"

"Oh, I see." Velma says looking down at the ground. "I suppose that this gun is a figment of my imagination as well!" She holds up a gun covered in dirt.

"You hit the nail right on the hammer, Velmster!" Freddie smiles. "That gun is...a gun!" He falls back nearly landing on Daphne.

"Now Fredrick," Velma smiles back at him. "don't tell me that my imagination is catchy!"

"No Velma," Daphne answers in a shaky voice. "that is a real gun in your hand!"

Velma continues digging. She stops for a moment. "Freddie, Daphne," she says in a shaky voice. "is that a face a see in there?" "Yes, Velma that is a face!" Freddie yells. Daphne and Sarah jump into his arms. Scooby and Shaggy run off into a safe distance.

Sure enough, it is a partly decomposes face mostly bone staring straight up at them. Velma and Sarah recognize it. "It's the 'face'!" They both scream. Velma looks down at the gun in her hand. "This is the same gun from last night!" she states. She drops it and runs straight to Shaggy and Scooby. "Hold me, Shaggy!" she says jumping into the skinny man's arms. "Hold me and never let go!"