Trick Or Treat Scooby-doo! File

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."

"Like, why is it always us, Scoob?" Shaggy whimpered as they walked through a dark funhouse, clutching a bag of "protection" candy.

The trap was set. As the robotic doppelgängers closed in, Fred triggered a series of elaborate Rube Goldberg-style contraptions involving a giant popcorn machine and a series of mirrors. The robots were lured into a trap and unmasked, revealing they were being remote-controlled by the prison warden, who had been using Coco’s technology to create "threats" so he could look like a hero. Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!

"Reah! No rhosts!" Scooby agreed, his tail wagging as he eyed a box of Scooby Snacks.

Daphne noticed a small, high-tech tag left on the ground where the Ghost Diver had stood. "Look at this. It’s a specialized fiber... the same kind Coco Diablo uses for her high-end designs." The "Misery Company," as they would later be

"Jinkies!" Velma exclaimed. "Those aren't just costumes. They look like... us?"

They rushed to the door and flung it open. Standing in the driveway were several shadowy figures that looked terrifyingly familiar: the Black Knight, the Space Kook, and a glowing Ghost Diver. But there was something off—they weren't just the classic villains; they looked like ghostly doppelgängers of the gang itself. "It’s personal now

"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?"