What do you get when you add a dark edge to Scooby Doo? You get Edgar Cantero’s Meddling Kids. Maybe throw some Sci-Fi salt in there too.
The overall charm about the book’s modern take on my favorite childhood cartoon, is that it completely acknowledges “the gang”.
There wasn’t a morning between 5th and 8th grade, that Scooby Doo wasn’t on the television while eating breakfast before school. Day after day, as if they’d gained amnesia, scared of a new ghost doing the exact same thing the last ghost did, only this one is a ancient scuba diver.