I Love Scooby Doo

Number of days since my last post: 74
Number of days before that one: 95
Number of people who have made me feel guilty about that: 8

...OK, I am re-establishing the "One Post a Week" goal. Starting now...

Binta has discovered Scooby Doo. I love it, 'cause here is a cartoon that I would actually choose to watch during my free time. I love the colors, the music, and I even love the creepy bad guys. We have been borrowing the library's copy of seasons one and two of Scooby Doo.

But now, they even have Scooby Doo books! These mini-chapter books come with the same vivid colors and ridiculously predictable plotlines. The only thing missing is the spooky music. We've been reading the Scooby Doo books during the past week.

When we got to the end of "Scooby Doo and the Witch Doctor," (warning: spoiler alert!) we were stunned to find that the creepy witch doctor was not a real witch doctor at all, but the beautiful Eudora Truffle, the woman who intended to use the coveted mineral-rich soil to make Eudora's Magic Mud Spa the biggest thing in Hawaii.

Binta wrinkled her eyebrows and took another look back at the cover of the book, bearing a picture of "Eudora" while dressed in her deceitful witch doctor disguise.

"Why does she have brown skin here," Binta asks, as the tribal-looking character, grass cuffs around the ankles, threatens Shaggy and Scooby with the large staff with the skull on top.

Binta then flips back to page 55, where Eurora is shaking her caucasian fist at those meddling kids, with her blonde ponytail now wispy and clinging to her face, due to just having had the mask ripped off her head. "and here, she has peach skin?" Binta points.

I'm thrilled with this observation, because it demonstrates yet again that we are related. I love the show, but there are just so darn many inconsistencies. It makes me wonder about the writers of that show.

You're probably wondering about a 33-year-old woman who still watches Scooby Doo...