Trick Or Treat Scooby-doo! Now

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."

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. 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 "Misery Company," as they would later be

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!" "It’s personal now

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.

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