Ingrid of the blog Skimming the Surface dives deep into the foray of cartoon conspiracies and the duplicitous nature of the entertainment industry in her Saturday post, The Betrayal of Scooby Doo.
I like it when someone writes something that resonates with my inner Generation X childhood. Resounding chuckles, Ingrid.
“Like every Gen-Xer, I hate Scrappy. Scrappy is evil. Scrappy is a symbol of all things rotten. And so Scrappy cannot be shown. My son did not understand, but the channel was changed…
“The boy is only 3, so he screamed and wailed when I insisted that no further Scrappy shows can be watched in my house. So long as I pay for the roof which shelters the TV that I bought receiving the satellite signal that I subscribe to there will be no Scrappy.”
Scooby, Scrappy and the Cousin Oliver Syndrome
Growing up, Scooby-Doo was my favorite cartoon. When Scrappy, his younger and cuter nephew was introduced in 1979, I thought he was irritating. Not only did he remind me that I was growing up, the Great Dane puppy was full of himself! He annoyed me in the same way cousin Oliver on the Brady Bunch annoyed me, and, Chachi on Happy Days. Adding cute kids to shows suffering declining ratings (referred to as the Cousin Oliver Syndrome) usually doesn’t work, and Scrappy didn’t work. Sorry, Scrappy-Doo. =)
So, are you more Scooby or Scrappy?