When the lights came on again, Daphne was nowhere to be found. The others could hear her screams coming from the sinister icebox. Inside the icebox they found a pulsating red passageway leading straight down into the mountain. (What mountain? I guess there was a mountain.)
Fred looked into the throbbing red passageway. Shaggy tapped him on the shoulder. "Not, now, Shag," said Fred impatiently, "I'm trying to think." Shaggy continued to tap him. "What is it?" shouted Fred angrily, but then he realized why Shaggy was trying to get his attention. Velma's eyes had rolled back into her head and she was foaming at the mouth. She slowly began to crawl towards Fred.

Freddy, Shaggy and Alvin ran into the icebox and slammed the door behind them. They heard a young woman's scream coming from further down the staircase. "That sounds like Daphne," Fred said to himself. They screeched to a stop in front of a wooden door labeled "Torture Lab." ALvin managed to pick the lock and they burst in. There was a fiery fissure in the ground spewing foul smoke and wisps of greenish flame. Daphne lay on a cot, looking like a corpse. Fred and Shaggy slowly approached the still, slender body of Daphne. Suddenly, she sat up, her eyes awash in erotic bloodlust. She threw her arms around Fred's neck, but he pushed her onto the floor and started towards the door with a terrified expression on his face. Velma peeked around the corner into the room. Velma looked depraved, but her glasses were back on her face. -*Jinkies!*-

"We're trapped!" lamented Shaggy. "Wait a minute," said Fred matter-of-factly, "I've got an idea. We can use Alvin to reach that mysterious trap door in the ceiling." "Like, let's hurry," said Shaggy. Alvin grunted affirmatively. Fred tied Alvin into a lasso and threw him up to the trap door. Alvin pulled the door open and held on tight as Fred climbed the length of his chitonous body.