After a while, Shaggy and Scooby pop their heads out of the snow. They look around and see that they are in the middle of a blizzard.
“Daphne! Velma! Fred! Where are you?” Shaggy shouts. There is no answer. All he hears is the howling wind.
Scooby sniffs around in the snow, trying to smell their scent, but all he gets is a frozen nose. “Rhey’re not rhere,” he says.
“Maybe the avalanche missed them, and they’re looking for us up on the trail,” Shaggy reckons. “We’d better get back up there.”
“Rokay,” Scooby shivers.
The buddies start the long trek up the steep slope.