Trick Or Treat Scooby-doo! May 2026

"Zoinks! Did you hear that?" Shaggy shivered, his sandwich trembling in his hands.

The trap was set. As the robotic doppelgängers closed in, Fred triggered a series of elaborate Rube Goldberg-style contraptions involving a giant popcorn machine and a series of mirrors. The robots were lured into a trap and unmasked, revealing they were being remote-controlled by the prison warden, who had been using Coco’s technology to create "threats" so he could look like a hero.

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!

"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."

"Like, why is it always us, Scoob?" Shaggy whimpered as they walked through a dark funhouse, clutching a bag of "protection" candy. "Zoinks

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

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. As the robotic doppelgängers closed in, Fred triggered

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."