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!"
"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." Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!
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. The rest of the gang burst into the kitchen
Realizing they needed an expert on criminal costumes, the gang headed to the prison to interview Coco. To their surprise, Coco—who Velma couldn't help but admire for her brilliant, albeit villainous, mind—offered to help them, provided she could "consult" from outside her cell. "No ghosts, no ghouls, just us and a giant bowl of popcorn
"Zoinks! Did you hear that?" Shaggy shivered, his sandwich trembling in his hands.
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.