From The Boston Globe:
Happy birthday, Scooby-Doo.
Forty falls ago, the cartoon canine and his human cohorts – fellow chicken-heart and chowhound Shaggy, brainy Velma, curvaceous Daphne, and Freddie, the unofficial leader of the gang – debuted on Saturday morning television. From the age of Nixon to the age of Obama, they’ve exposed seemingly supernatural monsters as human criminals in disguise, many of whom, upon being unmasked, curse those “meddling kids’’ and their dog.
Kids, I apologize for allowing this momentous occasion to pass without a word. Perhaps I blocked out this happy news, because I was thinking about another cartoon enterprise that was a major failure. Yes, I’m talking about GOP Wingnut Studio’s knockoff (because they haven’t had an original idea in decades) Scooby-Don’t.
Of course, the cast was a bit different. Instead of Scooby-Doo, this show had the symbol of the Party of No, Scooby-Don’t. Instead of Shaggy, there was Sobby, played by John Boohoo Boehner, Vile-ma was played by Virginia Foxx, Mitch McConnell was Fried, and who else but Michele Bachmann could have so convincingly play Daffy? Together, they made up Mystery, Stink (as opposed to Scooby-Doo’s gang’s Mystery, Inc.). They drove around in the Mystery Machine, but their van was adorned with Karl Turdblossom Rove on the side panel and Deadeye Dick Cheney on the wheels. Of course, they were still lapping up Ronald Reagan’s brand of nonsense from so many years ago. Some of the episodes were:
Scooby-Don’t and the Mystery of Mitch McConnell’s Missing Chin
Scooby-Don’t and the Mystery of Boohoo Boner’s Perpetual Tan
Scooby-Don’t and the Mystery of Deadeye Dick’s Undisclosed Location
Scooby-Don’t and the Horrors of Minority Island
Scooby-Don’t and the Panels of Death
Scooby-Don’t and the Ghost of Chimpy
We know you won’t,
Do a thing for the unwashed masses,
Each time you say you’ll try,
It’s a big fat lie,
So you can all kiss our asses! ♪♪♪♪
We’d all be better off without you!♪♪♪♪