[The scene is set in a cozy living room, where Scooby, Shaggy, and Scrappy-Doo are lounging on a plush, oversized couch. A record player hums softly in the background. The Reader, a mysterious figure, stands with a mischievous grin, holding a sheet of paper.] Reader: Ok gang, get this... [Scooby perks up, ears twitching with interest. Shaggy adjusts his sitting position, trying to look serious but fails as a sandwich drops out from his sleeve. Scrappy, ever enthusiastic, leans forward eagerly.] Reader: "It started when I looked in her eyes. I got close and I'm like, 'MY LEMONS! Eh?" [There's a moment of silence before the trio erupts into laughter.] Shaggy: Like, man, I knew love could be sour, but stealing lemons, Scoob? [Scooby laughs, nearly rolling off the couch.] Scooby: Rehehe, Rhat's rorrible! Scrappy-Doo: Uncle Scooby, you sure it wasn't you in a lemon-stealing disguise? Ready to rumble with some lemonade? [The trio shares a hearty laugh before calming down, curiosity in their eyes.] Reader: Wanna know the actual lyrics? [The gang nods, still chuckling.] Reader: "It started when I looked in her eyes. I got close and said, 'I'm <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>.'" [Stunned silence falls, then...] Shaggy: Like, man, I'd freak out if someone got close and said they were Lionel Richie too! Scooby: Rionel Ritches? Where's the Richie? Scrappy-Doo [mockingly]: Maybe he was "Dancing on the Ceiling" when he thought of that one! [Scooby and Shaggy break into uncontrollable laughter again, imagining Lionel Richie stealthily approaching people to declare his identity.] Shaggy: You think if he looked in the mirror and said, "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" he'd get scared of his own reflection? Scooby [laughing]: Rhehe, Ryes! Scrappy-Doo: Next thing we know, we'll be solving the Mystery of the Misheard Lyrics, featuring the Phantom of the Opera... or was that Lionel Richie? [They all share one more laugh, wiping tears from their eyes.] Reader: Alright, gang, ready for the next misheard lyric? [The trio, now more eager than ever, nods enthusiastically.] Shaggy: Like, hit us with your best shot, man! [The Reader smiles, about to dive into the next ridiculous misheard lyric, with Scooby, Shaggy, and Scrappy braced for more laughter.] -END-