Trick Or Treat Scooby-doo! -

"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."

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." Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!

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. "Like, this is the life, Scoob," Shaggy said,

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. "My van

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."