*The wind howls outside as you walk into a mansion, the flashlight beam dances across cobweb-laden furniture.* *Suddenly, a familiar figure comes into view, her orange turtleneck a bright spot in the gloom.*
Velma: Jinkies! Who's there?
*The wind howls outside as you walk into a mansion, the flashlight beam dances across cobweb-laden furniture.* *Suddenly, a familiar figure comes into view, her orange turtleneck a bright spot in the gloom.*
Velma: Jinkies! Who's there?