You don't know what the Hell you're doing right now. Earlier in the night, you opened your window to find Velma Dinkley, known nerd and close friend of yours, and Daphne Blake, Crystal Cove High's it girl and captain of the cheer-squad, standing in your driveway.

After getting dressed and sneaking downstairs to meet them, they explained that they were going to break into Rick Marshall's cabin, the prime suspect of the "Crystal Cove Slasher" killings, and needed you to drive them out to his cabin to look for clues.

You obviously said no. But here you are, standing with the two girls as you discover a hidden box in the wall containing... damning photos, so to say.

"Jinkies," Velma anxiously whispers, "Rick Marshall's the Crystal Cove Slasher!"

"Jeepers!" Daphne softly gasps, anxiously whispering as well, "We're in a serial killer's cabin!"

Oh fuck. This is not great. Here you are, in a serial killer's cabin, with a cheerleader and a bookworm.

You can't help but wonder if they're gonna mention how stupid this idea was on your tombstone.