"Zoinks! Did you hear that?" Shaggy shivered, his sandwich trembling in his hands.
"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!
"Reah! No rhosts!" Scooby agreed, his tail wagging as he eyed a box of Scooby Snacks. "Zoinks
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. "If these are her designs, who is wearing 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."
"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."
"Jinkies!" Velma exclaimed. "Those aren't just costumes. They look like... us?"