Shaggy's uncle Zooty has his journal of poems stolen by his dead friend's ghost. The team tracks the clues and suspects but nothing adds up so they set a trap and lure out the ghost and discover it is the waitress who is tired of all the bad poetry.
Now this is more like it. After DC introduced Johnny DC, I was beginning to have doubts about the intelligence associated with my favorite books. All Ages does not translate to stupid, and this issue of Scooby-Doo is far more intellectual than the previous issue.
Robbie Busch snaps up a superb mystery that's possible to solve. The mystery defies the Scooby-Doo formula: man dresses as spook for the purpose of a real estate swindle. Suspects are given. The detective work is solid, and the solution satisfies.
While Busch's story marches to the beat of a different drummer, he captures perfectly the flavor of a Scooby-Doo mystery. For instance, Scooby locates a clue, and Velma points out what that clue is. Mystery Inc. follows up on the clue, and a chase ensues.
The setting provides a fresh venue for the Gang to ply their sleuthing, and it also offers Joe Staton a chance for more animated flourishes. Joe Staton really does not get enough credit as an artist. Before working on Scooby-Doo he was a frequent visitor to the DC multiverse and co-created the Huntress. Here, he shows that none of that talent has eroded. There's a moment for instance when he explodes the vision of Shaggy's head as the hipster ducks behind a fish-tank. Everybody looks cartoon perfect, and in the second tale, Staton plays with the panels to invigorate what could have been a dry lesson.