In the autumn of nineteen eighty-eight, moonlight kissed a creaking gate as a familiar van navigated a fog that smelled of wet leaves. Shaggy, Scooby-Doo, and Scrappy-Doo arrived at Miss Grimwood’s Finishing School for Ghouls, expecting a temporary gym teacher gig. The surprise was not an exorcism, but an enrollment. This was a school that taught manners to monsters.
Here, we meet the daughter...
