Ok, so... this show is – without hyperbole – the single worst piece of Scooby-related media I’ve ever watched.
And this is coming from someone who analyzed every single episode of Scooby’s All-Star Laff-A-Lympics.
Alright, look. The New Scooby and Scrappy-Doo Show is… argh, how to put it….
Imagine watching a 10-minute condensed version of a Scooby-Doo episode, in which random things have been added and subtracted… all for zero reason.
Why, look! No Fred and Velma in this series! Why’s that?
…no reason. They just… aren’t there.
What dynamics does it change within the group, and how does it affect the stories/shenanigans?
…it doesn’t. Everything happens as usual, just… minus two people.
Subtract two characters, and add the canine embodiment of pandering and obnoxious non-importance. That’s the show.
Sorry, Scrappy, but… well, at least the story revolved around young Anakin. He’s got you beaten there, friend.
But forget the random character changes – it’s all miniscule in comparison to the rest of these bizarre, 10-minute fever dreams.
After great reflection, I can find no other way to describe the experience of the show besides this:
“Things just happen.”
They went to an allegedly haunted house, and now there’s a face in the fireplace for one scene, because there is!
Now, they’re scared of the face in the fireplace!
Now, Scrappy says some words from his face hole!
Now, there’s a ghost playing the piano, because there is!
Now, they’re scared of the ghost playing the piano!
Now, there’s a floating rhinoceros head in the living room, because there is!
Now, they’re scared of the floating rhinoceros head!
Now, there’s a random living statue, because there is!
Now, Scrappy many words says talk hole from!
Now, there’s a skeleton all gussied up for sunday brunch while Shaggy looks like he’s flirting with it and OH SWEET GOODNESS MY BRAIN IS MELTING
…ok, this is making the show sound way more interesting than it actually is.
Because when you actually watch it, it’s an incoherent, unfocused, bizarrely-paced, unstructured, redundant jumble of things just happening.
Remember when you saw all those classic Scooby-Doo elements ‘n’ plot archetypes in the older shows?
Want to see those same things all over again, but crammed haphazardly into an incomprehensible fun-sized candy bar of visual and auditory suffering…
…while Scrappy-Doo slowly sucks out your soul?
Then this is the series for you.
it’s too late for me