“Let’s do what we do best Scoob, eat.”
Hanna-Barbera Productions, (1969 -76, 1985)
Mention “Scooby-doo!” to someone between the ages of 40 and 65 (who grew up in the US), and you might see a certain twinkle in their eyes. Fond memories of a 1970s Saturday-morning cartoon involving a group of young people, a green van, Shaggy and his dog Scooby-doo solving spooky events. In the end, most of the spooks, monsters or ghostly events were solved accidentally by Shaggy and Scooby. The villains got their comeuppance; Scooby got snacks; all while we ate our ‘Scooby-doo’ brand cereal. I was chuckling this afternoon, thinking of Scooby snacks as I was preparing fried zucchini snacks for the Missus and me. Their motivation for solving these mysteries is long-forgotten. However, I can embrace the desire to make the world just a little nicer. And as it turns out, a Scooby Snack is motivational for Man, a cartoon dog – or even my two loveable mutts Dexter and Comet.
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