As a kid, I always thought Scooby-Doo was pretty fun and watched it most afternoons when I got home from school. Then one day the local station started running the episodes with the Three Stooges, Laurel & Hardy (or was it Abbot & Costello?), etc. Around the same time we had rented about 80% of the Stooges tapes and a good bit of the L& H and A&C stuff from a super-cool local video store, and I was a huge fan of all of them. I also knew that all those guys were dead as dirt, and didn't deserve the disrespect I saw them getting from Scooby and the gang.

Ever since, I have hated Scooby-Doo. My reasons for my abiding disgust with that stupid dog and his stupid human cohorts have varied and evolved over the years, but the feeling has never wavered. I resolved that if I ever buy a Subaru, I will name it Farmer Pinkerton or Old Man MacGillicuddy in protest of the tendency of many Subaru owners to call their cars Scoobies. When Mrs. Enzo and I bring a child into the world, I will do my best to raise it on a steady diet of Disney and Looney Tunes shorts, Stooges, and all things good and non-Scooby.

When I first saw this clip on the re-airing of the 2002/2003 Adult Swim New Year's whatchamacallit, I laughed. Hard. So hard that I didn't laugh harder until I saw Lazy Sunday a month ago.

Enjoy...