Trick Or - Treat Scooby-doo!

"But Coco is in the Coolsville Penitentiary," Velma noted, her brain already spinning with theories. "If these are her designs, who is wearing them? Or better yet, who is controlling them?"

"Reah! No rhosts!" Scooby agreed, his tail wagging as he eyed a box of Scooby Snacks. Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!

"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" Scooby howled, happily munching on a giant chocolate bar as the Mystery Machine drove off into the moonlit night. "But Coco is in the Coolsville Penitentiary," Velma

The rest of the gang burst into the kitchen. "Did you guys see that?" Fred asked, his eyes wide with excitement. "A green glow just passed by the front porch!" No rhosts

With Coco in tow, the investigation led them to a local carnival that had been taken over by these mechanical ghouls. Shaggy and Scooby were tasked with the most dangerous job of all: acting as bait.

The "Misery Company," as they would later be called, began to swarm the Mystery Machine. Before Fred could stop them, the ghosts unleashed a blast of energy that sent the van’s engine into a sputtering halt. "My van!" Fred cried. "It’s personal now."