Gunshots ring out piercing the silence of the jungle night sky. The bushes shake with the figures of four people and a dog run in and out of the mini shelters. They are followed shortly after by a tall female figure holding a large machine gun. "Come out from where ever you are!" she yells out.
Chills go up and down the runner's spines at the sound of the voice. A blonde male wipes the sweat off his brow. His eyes venture onto his companions. Although the moonlight is dim, he can clearly see Scooby-Doo and Shaggy trying to keep from shivering too much that they are noticed under a bush. He then notices the girls, Daphne and Velma, behind neighboring trees. Keeping his cover, Fred hopes that their pursuer can not see him and his friends as clearly as he can.
More shots come as a deadly hail of lead fills the air. The group gets up to run to a new location. Doing so, Shaggy feels a sharp pain in the back of his leg. He reaches down to feel a wet substance on his pants. Bullets have penetrated his calf through the muscle and to the bone, but he keeps on running. However, he does not last long. After dashing several feet, he falls flat on his face. His canine companion lends a helping paw by pulling his back and carrying him to a new hiding place.
Daphne and Velma try their best to make their way through the dark. It is not easy, though, as the jungle floor is covered with rocks and overgrown roots. They run as fast as they can until they suddenly find themselves to have separated.
"Velma?" Daphne murmurs in the darkness, "Where are you?"
"Daphne?" the other calls back.
Their attempt to interact is cut short as their pursuer approaches them in the clearing. They quickly duck back into the safety of the vegetation.
Hours seem to pass as the figures play the ever deadly version of hide-and-seek. Velma suddenly finds herself alone. Yet, she keeps running. Suddenly, her foot gets between a strange fleshy object and the ground. Landing face first on the rugged rocks and roots, she glances back to see what it was. It was a leg, Shaggy's leg. Going close to the body, her stomach turns. There lays Shaggy with his faithful companion next to him. Both had been shot dead. Velma's weary and teary eyes venture a little further and notices in the dark two other figures laying not too far away. She is interrupted by the sound of her pursuer drawing near. Running away, she says good bye to her friends knowing that she would soon be joining them. Her fleeing is cut short by the sudden appearance of a female figure with gun in hand.
"Pam Ferret!" Velma yells at the figure.
"Yes, Velma" the other replies, "You didn't expect to be seeing me again, didn't you?"
"I figured it would have to have been sooner or later."
"I don't know about you, but I am getting a little tired of this game of cat and mouse."
"Then let's end it now!" Velma says, irritated.
"Are you really that eager to die?" Pam raises her eyebrows.
"It doesn't matter. You have already won! I'm the only one left, and I can't run anymore. Heck," she says, she says falling to the ground in exhaustion. Blood, sweat and tears pouring down her cheeks, "I don't even know where I am!"
Pam stands there and laughs. "I'm glad I didn't finish you off back in that hotel room!" she grins, "I have really enjoyed this! But, like all games," her smiles leaves, as she raises her machine gun, "this one must come to an end."
Velma finds herself looking up and into the barrow of the gun.
"Good bye, Velma" Pam smiles once again, "It has been fun making you suffer." With that she pulls the trigger.
The last thing Velma hears is the rat tat tat of the gun and a cry of pain as the metal enters her body, before entering eternal silence.
"Ahhh!" Velma yells, sitting up.
"Velma?" Fred asks next to her, "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry" Velma apologizes, "did I wake you?"
"No," the blonde man answers, stretching, "I couldn't sleep anyway. Kept having the strangest dream."
"Same here" the other yawns.
They are interrupted by the yells and screams of Shaggy and Scooby at their feet.
"Scooby-Doo!" Shaggy calls out, "Where are you?"
"Rover rhere!" replies the Great Dane. He then yelps as if he was in great pain.
"Scooby!" Shaggy yells, "NO!"
"What's going on?" Daphne asks waking up from the yelling.
"Scooby and Shaggy are having a bad dream" replies Velma.
"I better wake them up" Fred says getting out of his sleeping bag.
"Fred?" Daphne says, looking at the purple and green sleeping bag that he was in, "What were you doing in my sleeping bag?"
"Sleeping, I would suppose" is the simple reply. Fred gets down by Shaggy and Scooby and shaking them gently.
"Isn't that Shaggy's your in?" Velma asks pointing to the bag that Daphne is in.
"Ewe!" the red-head exclaims as she quickly squirms out of it, "Disgusting!"
"What is it, man?" Shaggy responds to Fred's efforts to awake him.
"You were yelling" is the Fred's reply.
"I was well within my rights. And so was Scoob."
"Reah!" the canine crosses his arms.
"And you were also well with in my sleeping bag" Velma points out.
Shaggy looks down "How did I get here?" He asks.
"I suppose we can all asks that question" Daphne says.
"Fred, I didn't know you packed the sleeping bags" Velma says.
"I didn't" replies Fred, "I usually leave them in...the Mystery Machine."
"Like, what is the Mystery Machine doing here in Australia?" asks Shaggy looking around.
"Either that," answers Fred, "or we are back home."
"Fred," Daphne quivers, "I don't like this."
"Well, if this is the Mystery Machine," Velma thinks aloud, "Then..." She pulls out a box of Scooby-Snacks and a bottle of Tylenol from a small compartment near the back door.
"Rive me rose" Scooby says grabbing the box. He goes over to Shaggy as they gorge down the whole box.
"What's with the Tylenol?" Daphne asks.
"I usually keep a bottle on here because sometimes seeing those two eat a whole box in one sitting tends to give me a headache" the other replies, "And I have a beaut right now."
Fred suddenly makes a sound of pain as he leans forward and holds his head in his hands. Velma takes a few tablets then passes the bottle to Fred, and then to Daphne as she begins to develop a headache as well.
Daphne goes over to the font seats. "I wonder what's on the news" she says pulling down the view screen and making a few adjustments. "Here we are" she says as the local news station appears.
"The world is shocked today as the bodies of the famous American detectives, Mystery Incorporated have been discovered in the Australian Outback after a day of absence" the woman reporter.
"What?!"
The new reports continues, "The group were visiting in Australian. During which time, they went to a friend's party from which they disappeared. They were discovered by a group of rangers."
"It was a scary sight" one ranger says to the camera, "It was like something out a horror film. There they were, bloody bodies just lying there."
The camera then returns to the reporter. "Reports have confirmed that it has been homicide and their killer or killers will be searched out. Barbara Yadkin, ABC News."
"Like we're dead!" exclaims Shaggy.
Scooby cries, "Ri ron't rwanna be ra rhost!"
"Maybe, it can't be that bad, Scoob," Shaggy gets a happy, "Like, think of all the pantries we could raid without getting caught!"
"Reah! Reah!" the Great Dane's face suddenly lightens up. He giggles and licks his lips.
"In the mean time," Daphne asks, "what do we do?"
"I would think it best for us to lay low for now" Fred suggests, "If word gets out that we are really okay, then we may really be in danger."
"Shouldn't we at least go to someplace that we know we will be safe?" offers Velma, "I mean, the Mystery Machine is not really that easy to hide."
"Good point" Fred agrees.
"Should we just go back to the farm?" asks Daphne.
"Yes! Please!" Shaggy instantly jumps up, "Like, Scooby and me are hungry."
It is not easy to find their position and find a way back to the farm without being seen. Luckily, they are not far. They hide the Mystery Machine in the brush near the barn.
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Over at the house, Thelma has began to control herself. Jess has pulled out the frozen dinners to have for lunch. After lunch, Thelma tries her best to explain the children what had just happened. Surprisingly, they seem to take it pretty lightly. Jess and the children go out to do some chores.
Their entire afternoon becomes full of phone calls and visits from friends expressing their sympathies. Even a few strangers come to call. Jess also spends some time answering questions from the gang's family, which he had avoided earlier in the day.
Once dark comes and all the calls and visits end, Thelma goes outside for a walk outside and to take in all the activities of the day. Around the barn, she notices a figure running. Grabbing a flashlight in the barn, she follows it. Soon cornering the figure, she shines the light into the its face.
"No," she gasps, dropping the flashlight "It can't be!" She quickly turns to run.
"Thelma!" the figure calls reaching out to her, "Wait!"
"Don't touch me!" she yells running. Suddenly, she feels a hand grab her on her arm. She spin around to view the figure again. "It is you!" she says. Thelma suddenly feels light headed. The next thing she knows is darkness covering her as she falls to the ground.