Velma talks with Bev

"You really think I'm being haunted?"

"I'm sure of it."

"I guess that would explain a lot," said Bev, looking down at her bare pink-nippled breasts. "I did think it was a little weird how the school let me walk naked around campus all day."

"That's not a good sign," said Velma. "It suggests whatever's haunting you has the power to distort reality itself. It might even be able to tamper with your very mind, wiping away your memories of it so you don't have any idea what's going on."

"Gosh. But now that I know about it, it'll go away, right?"

"Definitely not. In fact, it'll probably become even more dangerous. I'm putting myself at risk just by talking to you."

"Oh."

"The good news is, it obviously wants to keep you alive. The bad news is, it also wants to make you suffer as much as possible. You must have done something pretty serious to piss it off. Can you think of anything? Trespass on any Indian burial grounds, or anything like that?"

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe... no. Sorry. I feel like there's something, but I can't quite remember it."

"We'll come back to that later," said Velma. "Tell me, how do you feel right now?"

"Knowing this thing is out there, watching my every move?" Bev shivered. "I feel... small. Small and vulnerable. I guess that's what it wants."

"Probably."

"You don't know a way I can put some clothes on, do you?"

"I'm sorry. Until we know what this thing is and how it works, we have to play by its rules. That means no going back on your bet with the cheerleaders. You'll have to stay naked until further notice."

"Oh. Okay."

"But help is on the way. This is a serious case. I'm going to call in some friends of mine."

"You have friends?" Bev flinched as Velma shot her a dirty look. "Um... I didn't mean..."

"Yes, I do have friends. I'm not a complete nerd, you know. How does an FBI agent, a vampire slayer and teenage witch sound?"

"Sounds pretty good, I guess. Only..."

"What?"

"If this creature really is as powerful as you say, isn't there a risk it could catch all your friends and trap them in an eternal naked nightmare? I wouldn't want all those women to be stuck forever in a mortifying waking dream of public nude humiliation."

"Don't worry. We'll be careful. There's no way that could possibly happen."

"Just, you know, since it happened to me..."

"Look, I'm Velma Dinkley. I'm a professional supernatural investigator. There's absolutely no chance that I would lose all my clothes in public and run around squealing like a helpless little girl while the monster laughs at me. I'm too smart for that. It's just not going to happen."

"That's good to know."

"Right. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some phone calls to make."