Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo! (2022)

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Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoa!

Ruh-roh!

Um, is that, like, a good

"ruh-roh" or a bad "ruh-roh"?

Never mind! I figured it out!

Whoa! Whoo-hoo!

Here they come.

Everything's in place.

Everyone ready?

Ready.

Set.

No!

Whoa!

Whoa!

There goes my rental deposit!

I hate cats.

Whoa!

Velma! Daphne! It's go time!

More like, Cat Man, don't!

Am I right, Scoob?

Good show, Mystery Inc!

You've certainly lived up to

your most formidable reputation.

Now let's see

who this Cat Man really is.

Actually, Inspector, I think Ms.

Cat Man might be more accurate.

Olive Khadka!

But why?

Your family owns the ski resort.

Exactly.

But my father plans to leave

it all to his new wife, Heena.

She's half his age, you know.

What do you think, Velma?

Does it match the others?

Let's find out.

...creature

to scare away skiers

and force the lodge

out of business.

And I would have gotten away

with it, too, if it weren't for...

Hey, where did

those meddling kids go?

Wow, just as I suspected.

The materials used

to make the Cat Man suit

are identical

to every other costume

from the criminals

we've captured.

Henry Bascombe's

Space Kook suit.

Captain Cutler's

ghost diver suit.

That freaky ghost clown,

Harry the Hypnotist.

All starting with the

Black Knight, Mr. Wickles.

I always thought

it was a strange coincidence

that all our cases seemed to

involve some supernatural creature.

But it wasn't a coincidence.

These costumes

were created by one person,

a secret mastermind

hiding behind the curtain

and pulling the strings

all this time.

Coco Diablo!

Happy Halloween.

I'm Coco Diablo.

I'm here for the, uh, VIP tour.

Of course you are.

Right this way.

As you can see,

we manufacture a wide variety

of popular Halloween costumes.

Classic gorilla. Silly hot dog.

Treacherous maven.

We make it all here.

Of course,

here at Diablo Costumes,

we pride ourselves in only making

safe, family-friendly products.

Of course.

We only use

the best materials here.

None of those chintzy,

disposable synthetics

other companies rely upon.

And our costumes

are crafted by true artisans.

Excuse me, Miss Diablo.

How many times must

I tell you not to interrupt

when I'm with a client?

But I've just completed

the prototype

for next year's Dracula costume.

Dracula, again!

Really, Trevor, can't you design

anything other than Dracula?

Well, I can try to, but...

Oh, my!

Try harder.

That's my apprentice, Trevor.

Don't mind him.

He shows promise.

But he's always wearing those

ridiculous hats. No offense.

Now, where were we?

I'd like to see something

a little more scary,

if you catch my drift.

Of course. Step into my office.

So, who told you about me?

Olive Khadka.

Ugh. Olive, such a shame.

I deliver

state-of-the-art costumes,

and these fools end up getting

defeated by those...

I appreciate the rec

nonetheless.

Let me cut to the chase.

I got the inside track

that a new highway is about

to run through Winterhaven.

- And I...

- And you're looking to buy up the land on the cheap

so you can

make a monstrous profit.

But first, you need a way

to scare off the competition.

Um, yeah, something like that.

I have just the thing.

Esteban.

Hmm. Looks a bit constricting.

I call it the 10,000 Volt Ghost.

The cloth conforms

to any body type,

and you can adjust the current

to control the mind of anyone

you want to submit to your will.

It's my greatest creation yet.

How much?

For you, it could be free...

I'm listening.

...on this one condition.

Get rid of those meddling kids

who've been destroying

all of my brilliant costumes.

And their dumb dog, too.

That might be

a little difficult.

Oh. And why is that?

Because, like, I am

one of those meddling kids.

And I am their dumb dog.

Whoa!

Nice work, Shaggy and Scooby.

And as promised,

here are your Scooby...

Jinkies!

You've just helped us

nab the mastermind

of one of the most notorious

costume crime syndicates in the world.

The most notorious.

But how did you kids do it?

It's simple, really, Sheriff.

You see, I had a hunch that a lot of

the cases we've been solving lately

were somehow connected.

Scooby and Shaggy bravely

put themselves in harm's way

time after time to gather clues.

While Velma, our resident

science whiz, analyzed that data,

which led us here

to Coco's factory.

- Humph.

- And Daphne,

well, she, uh... She, uh...

Uh, what was it again?

Fred, don't be silly.

You know very well

that I... I, um...

Come to think of it,

I'm not really sure what I did,

or what I ever do.

I see. Well, good work.

Yeah, yeah. Good work.

But you know what they say

about too much of a good thing.

Okay, time to go, Miss Diablo.

Fire away, news monkeys!

All press is good press.

Well, g*ng,

another mystery solved.

And with Coco Diablo locked up,

things should be a whole

lot quieter from now on.

Sounds groovy to me, man.

Yeah, me too.

But what if there really can be

too much of a good thing?

You need any help

with that, Velma?

I'm pretty good with

whatever it is you're doing.

No, thanks. I've got a system.

Okay. Well,

if you change your mind,

I'll just... just be over here.

Just what exactly are you

hiding in all of this, Mr. Humdrum?

Oh, please be

a fleet of ghost pirates

he wanted to use to scare a small fishing

village into selling him their land.

Oh! Or... Or maybe

let's just see who you really are.

Hey, what are you doing?

No, stop. Stop that.

Oh, that's my face.

I can...

Oh! Get off...

Get off of me!

Oh, my eye. Aah! Oh!

Sorry, Fred,

he was inflating tax refunds

for his clients

by claiming fake deductions,

exaggerating expenses,

and falsifying home energy

improvement reports.

But that's so boring.

Take him away, Sheriff,

or whatever.

Who cares.

Uh, not to add insult to injury,

but we don't really take people

away for crimes like these.

Now, Charlie,

do you promise to pay

back what you owe?

Uh... Yes.

Okay then, that's that.

Hmph.

Hey, who ate my lunch?

You know, I'm starting to think

that maybe it was a mistake...

Don't say it, Fred.

- Don't say it was a mistake capturing Coco Diablo.

- Capturing Coco Diablo.

Since we locked her up,

we haven't had

one interesting case.

But it's good a criminal

mastermind is behind bars, right?

Yeah, good for her maybe.

She's becoming a celebrity

in there.

Her book was a best-seller.

Velma, you bought a copy?

Oh.

I buy every bestselling book

written by criminals

we put away.

It's a helpful way to get

insight into the criminal mind.

And Coco's prose

is surprisingly poetic.

Huh! A lot of good

that will do us,

solving mysteries

about missing socks.

Dude, the way I see it,

fewer freaky cases means fewer

freaky ghosts freaking us out.

Yeah!

So, let's just enjoy

this downtime, man.

I mean, dude,

tomorrow's Halloween!

I sure hope I didn't jinx us!

Like, wow, Scoob,

this is shaping up to be

the best Halloween haul ever.

Yeah!

Trick-or-treat!

Uh, Raggy, it's Ricky.

Yeah, tricky and treaty.

Our favorite candy-related

activities.

No, Raggy, I'm stuck.

- Like, where Scoob?

- Here.

- Around here?

- Uh-huh.

I'll try ringing the bell.

We'll just use our foot

as leverage.

Ooh, a raggy roor.

Wait. Is this

what I think it is?

Mm, caramel!

This house is made of candy!

Did you?

I did. You did, too?

Happy Halloween!

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Let's suit up!

- Yeah, these will work.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, looks like the g*ng wants to

get a head start on trick-or-treating!

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

After you, sir.

No, I insist.

Aah!

Happy Halloween!

Shaggy, Scooby, look, I know

you're excited for Halloween,

but I've had it

with these rinky-dink cases.

We need a real mystery.

But how?

And more importantly, why?

I thought about it,

and I had a great idea.

I say we take a page

out of Coco Diablo's book,

and drum up

a little publicity of our own.

Not today, though, right?

I mean, today's Halloween.

Yeah, we're pumpkins.

All right, guys, listen.

Just hear me out.

What if we set up a booth

at the Coolsville

Halloween Festival today?

The exposure

could bring us new business.

- Oh!

- That's your big idea?

A booth at a festival?

What's our next case?

Judging the biggest hog?

Well, that's not all.

We could put out a guest book

so people can leave

their contact information,

or tell us about mysterious

occurrences in their lives.

But... but trick-or-treating!

And candy!

- Everything okay, Fred?

- I, uh...

I think I see my grandmother

over there.

Hi, wishing well.

Gee, I feel kind of silly

talking to a hole

in the ground, but...

I sure do wish

we had a creepy caper again.

Well, here goes nothing.

Like, I didn't know Fred

was so broken up about this.

Yeah, I never thought he'd believe in

something as crazy as a wishing well.

Must be pretty serious.

Maybe it wouldn't be the worst

thing in the world to try his idea.

Here he comes.

Sorry about that.

It wasn't my grandma after all.

So now, where were we?

What?

Now, like, just to be clear,

the plan is we work the

festival during the day,

and then at sundown,

- we all go out trick-or-treating, right?

- Mm-hmm.

Of course, Shaggy.

Now, why don't you and Scooby

go work the crowd a little?

See if you can lead

some customers over here.

And who's to say

we don't find some

succulent snack age as well!

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

What can I do to help?

Oh, uh...

Why don't you put the

guest book on the table?

Fine.

I hope I can handle that.

Oh, I guess I can.

Oh, and maybe open it

so people are encouraged

to sign it.

Got it, Fred.

It's not rocket science.

Detectives here!

Anybody need a detective?

Hey, Shaggy, look.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

You know what?

We've been working pretty hard,

Scooby-Doo.

Like, it couldn't hurt to stop

for a healthy snack, right?

No, sir. Not at all.

Why is no one

visiting our table?

And just how are we

supposed to compete with that?

Oh.

Three, two, one, bob!

Was that what I think it was?

It sure seemed like a...

Ghost!

We have to tell the g*ng.

Hold on.

This could, like, seriously impede

our chances of trick-or-treating.

Dude, let's say nothing.

Hey, fellas,

any luck finding new

mysteries for us to solve?

What? Oh, no, no.

Not much going on, really.

Definitely no ghouls or ghosts

lurking about.

How have things been over here?

Like, any big mysteries

come our way

while we were gone?

Uh, what's wrong with Scooby?

My good bud, Scooby-Doo here,

is just so excited

about Halloween

he can hardly contain himself.

Ix-nay on the ost-ghay.

Man!

We saw a-a-a ghost!

Sorry, Shaggy.

Oh, I get it.

You're just trying

to keep our hopes up

because we're not getting

any bites.

We'll just have to hunker down.

If we stay put,

I'm sure a new case will

show up before... too... long.

I'm here for you, Mystery Inc.

Are you guys seeing this?

Ah, my wish came true.

Uh-oh. Ahhh!

My brochures! Our guest book!

Fred, it's time to run!

To the Mystery Machine!

Never mind.

If that ghoul is here for us,

I want to be somewhere else.

Wowie! Looks like

we got our next mystery,

and this one's got teeth!

Good, 'cause I

might need a new set afterwards.

As soon as possible,

we'll need to round up

a list of potential suspects,

beginning with Farmer Avery

and that suspicious goat of his.

And I'll cross reference

that list

with any recent land deals

in the area.

Great thinking, Velma.

No, wait. A ghost with a grudge

attacking us on Halloween.

There's only one person

who could be behind this.

I think it's time we pay a

visit to our old pal Coco Diablo.

I love that idea!

I mean, you know,

it's, um, hmm...

It's completely, logically

sound.

- I like it, too.

- Really?

But there's no time to lose.

Because, like,

we gotta solve this case

in time to go

trick-or-treating, right?

Before I show you even more

of the high tech modifications

I've made to the facility,

I just want to say

what a tremendous honor it is

to welcome you here.

I'm a huge fan of Mystery Inc.

Yeah, man,

you already said that.

Three times already.

Well, I can't say it enough,

given how your mystery solving

has kept my prison at full capacity

over the years.

You meddling kids!

Try not to let

any of these g*ons upset you.

Mystery Inc?

More like mystery stink.

Shut your trap!

How dare you disrespect

my friends like that,

you filthy crook!

It's okay, Warden Collins.

Wasn't even a very good burn.

I'll show them.

I'll show them all.

Oh!

What are you doing, man?

Don't worry. Watch.

I'm free!

Watch the pretty coin of gold,

and you will do as you are told.

Invisible force field.

I designed it myself.

Gets them every time.

Oh, you got to let me show you

our new state-of-the-art

robotic chef.

You just have to see this thing

flip pancakes!

Raggy, did he just say pancakes?

Wait, wait, wait! No!

Like, keep it together, buddy.

We need to stay focused.

Remember, time is candy.

Oh, right. Candy.

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

I'm cool. Tell him, Shaggy.

Never thought I'd say this,

but, man, there's no time

for pancakes today.

As fun as this tour has been,

we're here

to talk to Coco Diablo.

Oh, of course.

You kids, such professionals.

Right this way.

Anyhoo, you're lucky

you caught Miss Diablo on a day

where she doesn't have

too many press events planned.

Uh...

I don't mean to be rude, dude,

but we're on

a bit of a schedule here.

No, no, I got it.

Just give me a sec.

You have four minutes.

Oh, heck, since it's you,

take as long as you need.

Well, well, well.

Look who it is.

Jinkies!

You don't seem surprised

to see us.

Word travels fast in here.

Heard you're having

a bit of a ghoul problem.

Hmm, you sure do know a lot

for someone

who's been locked away.

You were behind the attack!

Case closed.

Let's get out of here, guys.

What makes you think

I had anything to do with it?

Do you really expect us

to believe

that the mastermind behind

all our previous mysteries

had nothing to do with this one?

Did you see

any of my signature designs?

What mechanisms

did they use to attack you?

Did the ghoul's clothes

have built-in pockets?

Details matter.

Hmm.

Now that you mention it, we

were kind of distracted by being...

Terrified! His face was like...

And he, uh...

So we were like, "Ruh-roh!"

Normally,

I'm much more observant.

There was a lot happening

at once.

Too bad. If I had been there,

I bet

I could have narrowed it down

to two or three copycats

of my work.

Wait a second. That's it!

Maybe you could help us

crack the case.

Sure, it'll be a tight squeeze

in the van,

but nothing we can't handle.

Right?

Actually, that's not a bad idea.

After all, Coco is well-versed

in the minds of criminals.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on.

We need to carefully

and meticulously consider this.

Oh, boy, how long is this

going to take?

Working with the enemy

on our first case in a year

seems like

a recipe for disaster.

Huh...

But?

But at the same time,

we haven't had a case

like this in some time,

and we could be a little rusty.

A little help might be...

- Just say it already!

- This is taking forever!

...something to carefully

and meticulously consider.

Look, the only way

I'll agree to help

is if I could be considered

for early release.

You know, for a good behavior.

And helping Mystery Inc. would

definitely qualify as good behavior.

But I'm just not sure

Coco can be trusted.

Look, Fred,

we need Coco's insights

to help identify these ghouls,

and she needs us

to vouch for her early release.

That's trust enough for me.

What do you think,

Warden Collins?

Well, it's pretty risky

for obvious reasons.

But if you teenagers think

it's okay,

who am I to argue?

But if you're leaving

the premises,

I need a safeguard.

If Coco strays out of range,

the necessary parties

will be alerted.

We just need one of you kids

to wear the matching bracelet

and serve as home base,

if you will.

I'll do it!

What? I'm curious to see

how the technology works.

You kids have fun.

Scoob, we absotively posilutely

have to speed things up here.

We've got to crack this case

before Coco and her big ideas

slow us down.

The clock's ticking!

Scoob, are you listening?

Scooby-Doo?

Esteban!

My angel of darkness!

Ahem, I mean, my angel.

Now, Coco,

if we're gonna make this work,

you play by our rules

and don't do anything to distract

from or jeopardize this case.

Or our plans to go

trick-or-treating tonight.

So, what do you think

about bringing Coco along?

Oh, is she coming with us?

I hadn't noticed.

Yeah, it's just weird,

'cause I didn't know

convicted felons were your type.

What?

Type? Me? Please.

Who has time for a... a type?

We have our work cut out for us,

and I am focused

like a laser on...

Okay, who am I kidding!

I'm crushing big time, Daphne!

What do I do? What do I say?

Don't over think it.

Just be yourself.

Oh, yeah. Easy peasy.

Hmm. So this is where

the magic happens.

You guys really do

need help if you're driving this.

The Mystery Machine

took a big hit,

but she's still got what it

takes to get the job done.

Just like us.

Like, maybe we should take a

different car or a bus or something.

Are you crazy?

This is the Mystery Machine.

Oh, man!

I was afraid

you were gonna say that.

Come on, old girl.

Fred needs a new ascot.

Boy, listen to that baby purr.

So, where are we headed, g*ng?

Let's take Coco

to the scene of the crime.

She might have some insights.

Hey, now is

your chance to talk to her.

So, uh, what made you get

into the business of being bad?

I mean, not that there is

anything wrong with being bad.

Wait. Oh, no,

that didn't come out right.

Good and bad are subjective.

I don't see why innovation and

helping people solve their problems

would be considered bad.

You are so right.

You know,

one time I got detention...

Hi. Sorry to steal

my friend here,

but I need to talk to her

about anything but this.

Okay, you're doing great.

- I am?

- No.

Fred, how long

till we are there?

Uh, approximately one hour.

I guess we can kiss all that

sweet, sweet candy goodbye.

There's always next year.

Let me

set the stage for you, Coco.

Imagine an amazing

attention-grabbing booth right here.

Why would I imagine that?

Fred thought it would be a

great way to drum up business.

That was my reaction, too.

Excuse me,

I'm setting the stage here.

Anyway, there was a line

of potential clients

that stretched

all the way from here

- to the very unpopular goat-balancing act.

- Hmm.

Sky seemed to change

colors and the air smelled like...

Kettle corn!

No, it...

it wasn't kettle corn.

- It was like, um, more of a...

- Propylene.

Judging by the trace amounts

of propylene glycol,

whoever's behind this

clearly lacks imagination.

So, we can assume their

techniques will be primitive.

And since ethereal torpedoes

don't actually exist,

we're looking for

some kind of detonation device

that was triggered

via remote control.

Swoon.

Oh, yeah, sure.

We already know all of that.

Look, making monsters

may be your life's work,

but catching them is ours.

So, if you'll please

just trust our process.

- Now, uh, where was I?

- Hold that thought.

What is this?

Oh, that's just our guest book

for people to sign

and write down the mysteries

they need solved.

Hmm.

You'd think we would have

noticed something like that.

- Does that name sound familiar to you?

- No.

Whoever it is,

this Nefario is our next clue.

We are back. What did we miss?

Did you guys solve the case?

When I said we should

look into who this Nefario guy is,

this isn't what I meant.

You sure do love

boring homework.

Pfft. Not me. I hate homework.

Never done a day of it

in my life.

Or have I? Who can say?

Because I am very mysterious.

Ah, here it is.

The "Life and Crimes

of Friederich Nefario."

Oh.

"Deep in his castle

high in the

Carpathian Mountains,

Count Friederich Nefario

gathered members of high society

from across Europe

to form a council

with a sinister purpose.

He called them together

because they were each

uniquely suited

to carry out his grand plan.

There was

his dear friend, Daisy,

a vain and spoiled socialite

who had everything

but it was never enough.

And Helga, a scientific

genius who knew it all.

All but the difference between

right and wrong, that is.

And finally, Craggly and

his trusted attack dog, Rudy,

whose insatiable appetites

often led them

down the wrong path.

And so, on this

fateful Halloween night,

Nefario opened

the ancient tome and..."

Wait a second.

Is it just me,

or is there something strangely

familiar about this group?

I don't see it.

Can we please

get back to reading?

Yeah, the clock's ticking.

"Nefario opened the ancient

tome and read from the sacred text,

inviting them to join

the most enticing fellowship

called Misery Company."

"Upon initiation,

they would receive

the gift of eternal life,

not only outliving

their children,

but also

their children's children

and their children's

children's children

and their children's children's children's...

"- Man, I can't take it anymore!

Let's see here.

"According to legend..."

blah, blah, blah.

Aha, here it is.

"Misery Company

got to live forever.

But in return, they were forced

to maintain the balance

of good and evil in the world."

So, like,

if there was too much good,

they had to balance it out

with evil.

Then blah, blah,

blah, blah, blah. Boom.

The end.

That's the clue! Move on!

Shh!

Need I remind you

that you are in a library?

No!

But why would this Misery

Company be coming after us?

It's obvious.

You goody-goodies

disrupted the balance.

You caused there to be

too much good in the world,

especially after catching me.

Now the ghouls are after you

to set the balance right again.

So, if I were you,

I'd keep an eye out

for this Nefario guy.

He's right behind me, isn't he?

Mm-hmm.

No wires, huh?

Can't wait to talk shop

with whoever you are

when this is over.

Your technique

is quite impressive.

I'm here for you!

On the bright side,

at least Nefario's friends

from the book

didn't decide to join him.

Quick. Let's split up, g*ng.

I'm here for you!

I'm here for you!

Me too.

Dude, ix-nay on the Andy-cay.

Relax, I got this.

Okay, but get me some, too.

Zoinks!

Yikes!

I don't know

how much more I can do.

I'm here for you!

Just kidding.

I was built for this stuff.

I'm gonna live forever!

Wow, you were able to

miniaturize the turbo pump

for the actuators?

I'm impressed.

Oh, that was easy.

The hard part

was getting comfortable

carrying rocket fuel and parts

around all day unnoticed.

Wow, I'm being myself.

Look out!

I hate coming to the

library to do my homework.

Awesome!

Now I have an excuse

to not do my homework!

Like, what are we gonna do?

Okay, g*ng, ahh,

this is just like old times.

Here's the plan.

- Let's split up and...

- We just did that!

Shh.

This is all very disruptive.

I could have you banned,

you know?

We know.

So, does anyone else

have a plan?

I think we're overdue

for some good ideas.

Oh! Library puns.

I've got an idea.

Yo, ghoul breath!

Follow my lead.

We're here for you!

You know,

I expect this kind of thing

from kids these days,

but someone as ancient as you

should really know better.

You should respect the rules!

You should respect authority!

You should respect the fact

that this is a library,

and in the library,

you be quiet!

Quick, this way.

Oh, some help here, please.

And don't you ever let me

catch you being loud again.

We are here for you!

Shaggy, it's just a costume.

You're gonna need

to leave it behind.

No, I can't do that.

I can't trick-or-treat

without a costume.

And I can't get all that candy

unless we trick-or-treat.

One of the great paradoxes

of the universe.

Like, dude, that was a

lot of fun and everything.

But I don't think we're any

closer to solving this case!

Yeah, or trick-or-treating.

And now, instead of one ghoul,

we've got five after us!

What kind of dangerous road

are you leading us down, Coco?

I'm sure that Coco made

some brilliant observations

in the encounter we just had.

The cute one's right.

Esteban, show them

my brilliant observations.

Black lace. Platform boots.

Tacky cloak. Top hat.

I know who is behind this.

And I know

just where to find him.

Oh, my! A customer!

But what do I do?

What do I say?

Just be yourself, Trevor.

Your dark and beautiful self.

Greetings, seeker of darkness,

and welcome to Trevor Glume's

Boutique of...

Hello, Trevor.

...Doom.

My, my!

Look how far you've come.

I'm so proud of you.

Hello, Miss Diablo.

Yes. A lot has changed

since you were...

Well...

Excuse me! Those are not food!

Anyway, I finally

had the emotional space

to pursue my own personal style.

Your own personal style?

Just looks like more Dracula

costumes to me, Trevor.

Admit it! You're trying

to steal my old business model

while I was locked away,

unable to fend for myself!

I... I don't know

what you're talking about.

I'm talking about how you've been

conspiring to destroy Mystery Inc!

What?

Where were you an hour ago?

I was here

dealing with my multitudes

of satisfied customers.

I was very busy up

until the moment you came in.

Would you mind proving that?

I don't think that's necessary.

What does security footage

really prove anyway?

Rewind it.

Rewind it more.

Rewind it a lot more.

Keep going.

A little more.

More.

Stop. Go back.

Enhance image.

Enhance more.

Well, it's sad,

but it is an alibi.

Looks like...

- Looks like...

- Sorry.

Looks like we've hit

another dead end.

So much for that

early release, Coco.

Oh, come on.

Can you blame me for thinking

this tacky weirdo

designed those ghoul costumes?

Maybe you'll get

some real customers

if you got some actual taste.

I do have real customers.

In fact,

you should know that I received

the biggest order of my life

just last week.

Oh, sure. With who?

Goths 'R Us?

No, that was two weeks ago.

Last week, I sent some of

my finest Victorian creations

directly to Coolsville Penitentiary.

Coolsville Penitentiary?

What are you looking at me for?

Mr. Glume,

could we see the paperwork

for that order?

This is just the connection

we've been looking for.

Looks like Coco might be

giving us the runaround after all.

Trevor fulfilled a big order

for someone

at the prison last week.

And Coco just so happened to be

at the prison last week.

I'm sure

it's just a misunderstanding.

Man, it's Coco.

Just like I said hours ago.

Now, can we please wrap this up?

Ugh, what happened

to these receipts?

They're all smudged.

Haven't any of you

ever cried at work?

Oh. Hey, don't worry.

That's okay, buddy.

Hey, where did Coco go?

Okay, it's starting to look

less like a misunderstanding.

Oh, man, we still

haven't solved the case,

and now we've got to find

an escaped convict, too?

Worst Halloween ever!

Oh, no. Look!

I think it's time

we go and investigate

the old Diablo costume factory.

Wait a second.

Oh, for the love of

Scooby Snacks, what now?

If we're gonna do this right,

we got to do it in style.

This is the awesome

montage part of the case

where we spruce up

the Mystery Machine.

Can I help?

I don't know.

Oh, why not?

Hurray.

Well, it's not

what I expected, but...

it's exactly what I expected.

It is my greatest creation yet.

Farewell.

I suspect Coco tried to

throw us off her tracks

by accusing Trevor Glume.

And when that backfired,

she lured us here

so she could ambush us

at her factory.

Where she has the upper hand.

Coco has all her old

secret weapons here.

We have to stay on our toes.

Creepy.

Oh!

Like, really creepy.

Don't worry, Shaggy and

Scooby, it's only mannequins.

Like, dude, totally knew that.

Yeah,

we were just practicing

for the real ghouls.

Who are probably close by.

Maybe we should split up

and look for clues.

Really? You mean it?

Dude, whatever keeps us moving.

No question about it, guys,

we have to split up.

Got any aces?

No, you took all of them.

Wait, do you hear that?

You're supposed

to say, "Go fish."

That sounds like...

It was implied.

Us!

Do you have any Jacks?

Go fish.

I think you're cheating!

What kind of fool

needs to cheat at Go Fish?

Hmm.

We might not be

able to trick tonight,

but maybe we can still treat!

- Oh!

- No!

No, no, no, no!

Just our luck!

Why would I even need to cheat?

You have a terrible hand.

I do?

You're just jealous

because I'm the pretty one.

Looked in the mirror lately?

Silence, you fools!

Time is upon us

to ambush those meddling kids.

Oh, no, what should we do?

Let's see. We already split up

and looked for clues, so...

Okay, here's the plan.

We need to...

Run!

We are here for you!

Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa!

I always knew

I was the complete package,

but this is ridiculous.

Help!

Somebody help us!

Help!

Help! Anybody!

Zoinks! Like, is that

what I'm think it is, Scoob?

Help us!

Please help us!

- Anybody help us!

- Yeah, it is.

What do we do?

Mm-hmm.

We got to do the one thing

that we don't want to do.

Oh, no.

By giving up doing the one thing

that we do want to do.

You mean...

I do!

Hey, ghouls,

don't forget about me

and Scooby-Doo.

Yeah. This whole franchise

is named after me.

We are here for you!

Oh, sorry.

Thought you were somebody else.

So long trick-or-treating.

I guess we'll never know

who those ghouls really were.

Robots?

We're here for...

So if the ghouls were robots,

that means

someone was controlling them.

And I'm pretty sure it was...

Me.

That's right. I did it all.

I built the robots

and programmed them

to get back at you

for taking me down.

Huh?

Oh, oh, and I would have

gotten away with it, too,

if it wasn't

for you meddling kids.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Even though I suspected

you were behind it

the whole time,

something about this

doesn't feel right.

Agreed.

Seems a little too easy.

And this confession

doesn't seem

like your style, Coco.

And where is Esteban?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Like, hey, I think

Scooby's on to something.

What is it, Scooby?

Come on, let's follow him.

Esteban is in here.

No! Don't look in there,

please!

And someone else, too.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

I bet whoever that is

is the one

who's really behind this.

But, uh, just to be clear,

when we open this door,

we'll be done with the case,

and who knows

when the next one might...

- Open it, Fred.

- You bet.

Warden Collins!

Hi, Mystery Inc.

So, it was Warden Collins behind this

as*ault on Mystery Inc. the whole time?

Only the Warden

is technologically savvy enough

to program robots this advanced.

And, like, obsessed

with Mystery Inc. enough

to make them look just like us.

And only the Warden

had the ability to free Coco

from her tracking bracelet.

He brought her here,

then took her adorable

kitty cat hostage...

Not that adorable.

...in order to force a

confession out of her.

But why?

You kids may not know this,

but I'm your biggest fan.

You've given me ten times

as many inmates for my prison

than the Coolsville

Police Department.

Hey, now that's cold, but true.

But after putting away

Coco Diablo,

all your cases dried up.

And when I saw

how desperate you all were

for an exciting new mystery,

I just wanted to do something

to repay the favor.

I wanted to give you

the most exciting mystery

of your young lives.

I used the technology

I perfected at my prison

to construct the scariest

ghouls I could imagine.

Evil doppelgangers of my heroes!

Then I carefully

planted clues all over town.

And when

Coco Diablo got involved,

I knew that

she would be the perfect dupe

to pin it all on

because she was already

serving hard time.

No harm, no foul.

So, this was all

just a big favor for us?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe there really can be

too much of a good thing.

But you were never

in any real danger

because I could always

turn off my evil robots

with a push of the button.

Oops.

That one deactivates all the

security force fields at the prison.

Well, turn it back on!

Right. Of course.

Uh, wait, wait.

Which one was that again?

Uh... Wait, wait, wait. Uh...

Oops.

What's this now?

Another one

of the warden's tricks?

It's a Halloween miracle!

We're free. Free!

Free!

I think "oops" is the

wrong word, Warden.

I know,

but this is a family movie.

All right, g*ng,

it looks like our work

isn't even close to done.

Maybe you should try

not to look so happy.

You're right, Shaggy.

That's something

that I'm working on.

We've got to do something.

But we're no match

against so many villains.

Yeah, you'd have to have

some kind of super powers

to stand a chance.

But don't worry, kids,

Coolsville Police Department...

I might be

able to help with that.

Esteban.

Like, Scoob,

maybe we didn't miss out

on Halloween after all.

Uh-uh, no way.

Like, come on, Scoob,

it's the only costume left.

Come on, Scoob,

you're ruining it for everyone.

Humph.

Give it to me,

you little banister biter!

Hey, you didn't say

trick-or-treat!

Ha-ha, too easy!

Mommy!

Mine!

Okay, g*ng, let's split up,

and nab us some convicts.

Hey, there's one now.

Hope you miss prison food

because you're going

right back to...

Oh, apologies.

You have

a very convincing costume.

Have a great night.

And stay safe.

Geesh. Grown-ups. Go figure.

Come on, g*ng,

let's get to work.

Hello, children.

Not much exercise in jail.

That candy you're holding

looks quite valuable to me.

I'll appraise it and offer you

a competitive price for it.

What are you talking about,

mister?

It's called stealing, kid.

Wait! What's it worth?

Now,

if I were an escaped convict,

where would I hide?

Oh!

Hey, Mr. Wickles,

what a night for a knight, huh?

Is this that karma

everybody's

always talking about?

Huh? What the...

Oh! It can't be!

Sorry, Captain Cutler.

Didn't mean to dampen

your Halloween spirit.

Boo!

Oh, Henry Bascombe,

you were always such a scream.

You want to

give me all your candy.

We want to give you

all our candy.

Wouldn't you rather

teach this evil doer a lesson?

Yes!

No. No!

My work here is done.

Hand over all of that

there candy or else.

Kitty!

Oh, such a sweet little

shmochy-woochie.

Yes, you are.

Forgot I'm allergic.

Dagnabbit!

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

Wow,

look at us. We did it.

Coco's costumes

sure were a big help.

When you use these costumes

for good,

they're not all bad.

Okay, time to take this

riff-raff back to prison.

Now, when I call your name,

please say...

Not so fast!

Empty your pockets!

Do as the scrawny

hippy commands!

You know you can't

eat that candy, right?

It's stolen.

But, like, didn't you say

good and bad are subjective?

Only when it applies to me.

- Oh, so close!

- Yet so far away.

For some reason,

everyone thinks

I'm wearing a costume

and keeps giving me candy.

I'm on a strict liver

and goat-milk regimen,

but I thought

you two might enjoy it.

You know, Trevor,

despite your dark

and gloomy exterior,

deep down, you're a

golden ray of sunshine.

You... you really think so?

Like, no question about it, man.

Absolutely.

Well, how about that?

You were totally right!

Catch you dudes later!

Thanks for your help today.

I'd like to think that under

different circumstances,

we'd really get along.

Oh, really?

Oh, there I go

saying the wrong thing again.

No, it's just that I thought

we got along great.

Do you know

how rare it is for me

to like someone

other than myself?

Jinkies!

My glasses.

I can't find my glasses.

Friends.

No.

Agreed.

So, I've been meaning

to talk to you, Freddy.

I was thinking about,

you know, my role in the g*ng.

What do you mean?

No offense, Fred,

but I think I should be

the leader of Mystery Inc.,

not you.

Whoa!

That's a strange thing to say.

I'm sorry. I know it sounds

crazy, but I just feel like...

But, Daphne, you've always been

the leader of Mystery Inc.

Wait, seriously?

You remain calm under pressure,

you're the person that

everyone turns to for advice,

and you make it all

look effortless.

That's what a true leader does.

Inspires others

to do their best,

and leads by example.

I have a much more important

and prestigious duty

of driving the van!

Like, if tonight

has taught us anything,

it's that you really can have

too much of a good thing.

Right, Scooby-Doo?

Another great paradox

of the universe.

Well, with this case

all wrapped up,

Coco Diablo back behind bars,

and the prison

getting a new warden...

Wait, Charlie Humdrum,

the tax accountant?

I'm used to

working with criminals.

I guess things will go back

to being pretty quiet again

in Coolsville.

Not necessarily!

I got to say

whatever magic this is,

you did a bang-up job.

I wish for more cases,

as many cases

as you can throw our way.

Big cases, spooky cases,

wild cases, we're ready!

Thanks, wishing well.

And hey, Happy Halloween.