Trick Or Treat Scooby-doo! [ 2026 Edition ]

"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?"

"Like, why is it always us, Scoob?" Shaggy whimpered as they walked through a dark funhouse, clutching a bag of "protection" candy. Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!

Suddenly, a strange green light flickered outside the window. A low, haunting moan echoed through the house, followed by a familiar, robotic clanking sound. "But Coco is in the Coolsville Penitentiary," Velma

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." Suddenly, a strange green light flickered outside the window

Fred was busy waxing the Mystery Machine, Daphne was perfecting her latest outfit, and Velma was deep into a book, occasionally sighing at the lack of a good puzzle. Meanwhile, Shaggy and Scooby-Doo were exactly where they wanted to be—safe in the kitchen, surrounded by a mountain of "Halloween snacks" that would make a buffet look like a light appetizer.