Trick Or - Treat Scooby-doo!

"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?"

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." Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo!

"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" Scooby howled, happily munching on a giant chocolate bar as the Mystery Machine drove off into the moonlit night. "But Coco is in the Coolsville Penitentiary," Velma

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

"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."

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