Danny and the gang were going to gas station before they drove away from California.

"We're going to give the Mystery Machine some fresh gas," he reported.

The tank of the Mystery Machine was half a tank of gas. The Mystery Machine Danny and the gang were driving had once been used from their parents. When the gang arrived at the gas station, the Mystery Machine broke down. Frank helped Danny check out the issue.

"It looks like the Mystery Machine died," Frank told Danny.

"Guess so. We'll have to tell the others," he agreed.

Both Danny and Frank opened the van's doors.

"We have some bad news, gang," Frank said.

"What?" Jessica asked.

"The Mystery Machine died," Danny answered.

"How are we going to get to Milwaukee, then?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know. We don't have plane tickets," Gloria remarked.

"True," Danny agreed.

"This is a piece of junk. I don't want to ride in this van anymore," Jessica said.

"Where can we get another car?" Ryan asked.

One of the mechanics came over to the gang.

"Is there any trouble?" a late – thirty – ish brunette man named Tom asked.

"Yes, there is trouble. This van died when we pulled in," Frank reported.

Tom checked it out.

"Looks like it," Tom agreed.

"Here's what my thought is on this van," Tom said.

"What's that?" Gloria quiered.

"I would suggest you all to get a new van. This one is going to the junkyard. This van has been around a long time."

Tom didn't recognize right away that he was talking to Mystery Inc. "Wait a minute. You mean to tell me the Mystery Machine belongs to you?" Tom asked.

"For now, yes. Before we came along, our parents had this," Jessica said.

"So you're Mystery Inc. 2nd Generation?" Tom asked.

The whole gang nodded yes.

"It's nice to meet you and are following your parents' footsteps," Tom told them.

"Thanks. Solving murders isn't the only thing we do. We have our jobs here in Los Angeles," Ryan spoke up.

"How else are we going to get to Milwaukee without a car or plane?" Frank asked.

"I know a way. There happens to be a car dealer not too far away. Let me call the man and tell him what happened," Tom said and disappeared into the gas station.

The gang waited a while before Tom came back. Frank called Kylie and told her what had happened to the Mystery Machine.

"Hope we can get another car. Our parents had that old van several years," Kylie reminded them.

They knew how much this was true.

"We have to talk again, Kylie. We're trying to get a new replacement," Frank told her.

"I understand. You can chat later and talk about the latest," Kylie said as she and Frank hung up.

Daphne Blake – Black, her youngest daughter, had heard the conversation. Daphne said not a word as she watched her mother put the cell phone back on the couch.

The phone rang a second time. This time it was Hossena, Kylie's mother.

"Did you hear the news?" Hossena greeted Kylie.

"You mean the one about the squad car with blood in it?" Kylie asked.

"Yes. Who would do such a thing?" Hossena asked.

"I have no idea, Mom, but the gang and I are working on it," Kylie told her.

"You better be careful. There are sick people out there," Hossena said.

"I know," Kylie agreed.

Back in Milwaukee, Sheriff Jeremy Cline was at the crime scene. He was having a hard time believing this actually happened. He last saw Deputy Jones, the same morning before the deputy had left for patrol.