Somewhere in an unknown cave structure deep beneath the bustling hallways of the Museum of Natural History, Daphne Blake lay unconscious on the foreboding runes of an etched stone floor. She had fallen foul to a furious fight with a fearsome creature.
She had entered the mysterious cavern looking for the intrepid reporter, Dawn Meadows with nothing more prepared than reinforcement in the toes of her stocking clad feet, and control tops on her pink pantyhose legs. And her impracticality did not stop there. She had worn a short purple dress with a hem that might have garnered a reasonable question: "Did they run out of thread?"
Daphne Blake was a well known sleuth who loved solving mysteries, but she had for good reason acquired the nickname "Danger Prone Daphne."
Well, Daph... you might not have solved this mystery, but there is one thing that is clear: Fate be what it may... you're about to be dragged off to meet it!
THE END