"Reah! No rhosts!" Scooby agreed, his tail wagging as he eyed a box of Scooby Snacks.
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.
It was Halloween night in Coolsville, but for the Mystery Inc. gang, the "spooky" atmosphere felt unusually quiet. After recently capturing the infamous costume designer Coco Diablo, the mastermind behind many of their old foes' disguises, the group was struggling with an unfamiliar problem: boredom.
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" Scooby howled, happily munching on a giant chocolate bar as the Mystery Machine drove off into the moonlit night.
"Zoinks! Did you hear that?" Shaggy shivered, his sandwich trembling in his hands.