If there were inflatable Velmas and Daphanes, they wouldn’t be out on my lawn.
Eve-
Put some police line tape around him. That should make your neighbors nervous…
YES! YES! DO IT! 
Or hide him somewhere, leaving behind a scooby-shaped chalk body outline.
Steal him away, leave behind a large pile of Scoobie-Poo, and call in the by-law enforcement officer on your neighbours.
Oh, I know—I’ll put shaving cream around his mouth and have animal control come out and shoot him!
Have your hubby/boyfriend suck it up and go have a man-to-man talk with the con. After observing the outcome from a distance, rush back and tell us what happens.
BA
Brilliant!
This, by the way, is what I am confronted with every time I enter or exit my house. I see it “is for INDOOR USE ONLY.” Think the ex-con is somehow violating his parole and I can have him put away?
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Position an inflatable 10,000-Volt Ghost nearby and the perennially scared Scoob will high-tail it out of there like rednecks from a poetry reading.
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Move it to the back yard where they can admire it and you won’t have to see it.
Hey, Eve, be glad you don’t live near any of the people featured in this show. One couple has 124 nylon inflatables on their property!
Obtain some pot. Stash it inside or under Scooby. Then make an anonymous call to the cops about your drug-addict and ex-con neighbors. It sounds as if they might be familiar with this lovely couple and might not believe them when they say that’s not their Scooby stash.
Gee, I always thought it was about Pot Smokers…
Oh, I dunno. A neighboring cul-de-sac has about 5 houses where the people seem to have a yearly competition to outdo each other in the holiday decor race. And in the middle of the cul-de-sac is a traffic circle with trees, and - this year - six inflatables - snowmen, penguins, a Grinch, a santa, and so on. I have to take my kids on a trip around that bit of street every chance I get, this time of year. They just love it.
[Jay]We call these “doobie snacks!”[/Jay]
The one upside to today’s freezing cold and blasting wind is that all the neighbors’ ghastly inflatable horrors now look like the Wicked Witch of the West at the end of the movie.
[voice of giggling nine-year-old]
That would be Scooby Doo-doo!
[/voice of giggling nine-year-old]
Wait for the druggies to leave, drench him in gasoline and light him up.
You can claim later that Scooby became Buddhist and was protesting the usage of drugs in the house.
I loathe these inflatable characters, but I have to admit, I wish they made an inflatable evil Santa-bot from Futurama. I’d put him on my lawn with his evil reindeer-bots snarling menacingly towards our obnoxious neighbors, and Santa-bot’s machine gun trained on their tilted plastic Santa Claus.