Down in the dark, dusty basement, Velma stumbled upon a strange trail of glowing green makeup
, the theater’s projectionist. "I wanted the theater to go bankrupt so I could buy the land and turn it into a private bowling alley!" he grumbled. "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"
, where the smell of buttered popcorn and old velvet filled the air. They weren't there for a movie, though—they were there because the "Phantom of the Footlights" was threatening to shut down the premiere of Stage Fright