After getting a good night's sleep, everyone meets in the den to discuss the gang's present situation.
"So," Jess begins, "you are just going to lay low and not let anyone know that you are okay?"
"That is what we are hoping to do" replies Fred.
"Shouldn't we at least notify the police?" asks Daphne.
"Who could we trust, though?" Velma replies.
"Well," begins Thelma, "there is Chan."
"He is the Chief Inspector" explains Jess.
The gang look at each other debating whether or not it would be a wise choice.
"Do you know where you can contact him?" Fred breaks the silence.
"Just one moment" smiles Jess. He walks over to the phone and dials a number. "Hi, Chan" he says to the receiver, "Yeah, Chan, listen. I need your help...Yes, it is urgent...Call me crazy but I thing my house is haunted...Yes...No I just want you to look at it and make sure it is something I shouldn't get to upset about...Yea, see ya soon."
"That was a bad joke" Thelma tells off her husband.
"I've been doing them to Chan since we were in high school" laughs Jess, "He expects them now."
A few minutes later, the front doorbell rings. "That should be Chan" smiles Jess, "You all know what to do?"
The children nod.
"Now I know from whom the twins get all their crazy jokes" Daphne smiles to her companions.
"Come on in Chan!" Jess greets his friend.
"This better be good, Jess" Chan says a little annoyed, "I was just about to begin interviewing the party guests."
"Don't worry" the other assures.
"Hey!" Jack yells running from the kitchen, "Who ate all the chips and dip?"
"For get the chips and dip," Jill says, "we don't have any pickled jalapeño peppers left."
"Awe man!" Sarah pouts, "And we were going to have the biggest pepper eating contest ever!"
Just then, Scooby and Shaggy come screaming running form one of the rooms, into the kitchen and grab a glass of water.
"Did you just see that?" Chan asks, eyes wide open.
"No," Jess replies, "but I did hear some yelling."
"Say," Fred says, pointing to the inspector, "who is this guy?"
"By the clothes," replies Velma, "I would call him a detective."
"I wonder who his tailor is..."
Daphne looks over Chan's overcoat. "It isn't exactly Paris," she comments, "but I would still call it good."
"Do you see these guys?" Chan stutters.
"See what?" everyone asks.
"Jess, your worse off than I thought."
"Oh, you mean Mystery Inc?" asks Thelma.
"You mean they're real?!" yells Chan.
"Of coarse we are real" replies Fred.
"And, like, alive, too!" smiles Shaggy as he and Scooby-Doo come from the kitchen.
"This can't be true" Inspector Jeong, "I saw them there—at the morgue—yesterday."
"I think we can explain that" offers Jill.
"It would be nice."
The children then spend the next few minutes filling Chan in on the details of the previous events.
"What are you going to do now?" Jeong asks the gang.
"Like, we were thinking hiding until our murder is, like, found" replies Shaggy.
"I suppose it is the wise thing to do" Chan says rubbing his chin.
"We were talking about going out after dark and do some investigating" add Fred.
Everyone gives him strange looks. "We have experience in sneaking around," he explains, "we can be like ghosts."
"Raiding pantries!" Scooby jumps up and down.
"We can help, too!" Jack speaks up for himself, Jill and Sarah, "Obviously, kids asking questions are just kids asking questions. Nobody will suspect us."
"Well, this is all very good" Chan says, "But where do we begin?"
"I have given much thought to the statement of Shaggy from last night" Sarah offers.
"What did I say?" asks Shaggy.
"You said something about 'scary dreams" is the reply. Sarah pulls out a small stack of papers. "We were monitoring the robot's actions on our computers" she says, laying papers on the coffee table. Pointing to one part, "Here, at eleven twenty-seven is when we stopped receiving signals."
"We are talking about the night they disappeared, right?" clarifies Chan.
"Yes."
"What are you saying?" asks Daphne.
"That there must have been a struggle and the transmitters' programming might have been altered" reasons Jack.
"Transmitters?" asks Velma.
"Yes," replies Jill, "each robot had a small, microscopic transmitter located in their brain."
"But what does this have to do with dreams?" asks Fred.
"I'm going by a theory that identical twins have the capability to communicate through brain waves" continues Sarah, "If that is the case, then you would have been the receiver of the transmissions sent by your robotic clones."
"And our minds would have altered the information slightly to form these dreams" finishes Velma.
"Exactly."
"Then, we should write down all our dreams and compare them for consistency" suggests Daphne.
"All?" asks Jess, "You mean you had more that one?"
"Oh, yeah" the gang replies, "Several."
Everyone quickly does so. After some considerable sifting of details, they come to the the following:
every time, it is Pam Ferret who is chasing them
they are usually in either a jungle, or an abandoned house/shack
Pam sometimes has mystical powers as if she has helpers (who are never seen)
Scooby is always the first to die—usually shot to death
Fred, Daphne and Shaggy are next—no particular order
Velma is always last—usually has a short talk/argument with Pam
"It's amazing!" exclaims Chan, writing in his notebook, "It even matches with the mortician's report."
"I'm, like, really scared now" Shaggy shivers.
"What was the mortician's report, exactly?" asks Fred.
Chan quickly briefs them on his findings.
"Okay," comments Shaggy, "now there is really a psycho maniac on the loose!"
Thelma comes from the kitchen with a plate stacked high with sandwiches.
"Is it lunchtime already?" asks Chan, looking at his watch."
"Apparently so" is the reply. "What have you sleuths found?"
"Plenty" is the answer.
After a quick bite to eat, Inspector Jeong prepares to take his leave. Before he does so, he finishes his notes, "So, what I should be looking for is?"
The others reply:
"Someone who has some relation to Pam Ferret."
"A house or shack in the jungle, or it could also be a forest."
"Right" Jeong says, finishing his not taking, "I'll see what I can do. And don't worry," he winks, "Your secret is safe with me." With that, he picks up his hat and leaves.