A hippie, a smartie, a couple, the crew. Fighting against monsters, liars, and voodoo. Along with a dog that has a penchant for snacks. These young detectives are always on the scene. Hop along and join their mystery machine.

I have eyes but I cannot see. I contain a scream but I have no mouth. I am the staple of a cold treat. What am I that beats the summertime heat.

The end of my name rings of the royal, But where I’m hung up could make your skin boil! I am stuffed with delights by the dozen Or by two stinky twins, and their ten wriggly cousins.

I’m ammo much needed in a cold war fight. A snowy tradition for children’s delight.

My first is an incorrect plural of a group of males. My second is an expression of mirth, and is known to heal. My whole will get you ten to twenty