"Like, this is the life, Scoob," Shaggy said, stacking three sandwiches on top of each other. "No ghosts, no ghouls, just us and a giant bowl of popcorn."
"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?"
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.
"Like, this is the life, Scoob," Shaggy said, stacking three sandwiches on top of each other. "No ghosts, no ghouls, just us and a giant bowl of popcorn."
"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?" Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!
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. "Like, this is the life, Scoob," Shaggy said,