Reader: Who's washing? Tell me, who's washing? Who's washing me? Shaggy: Like, Scoob, did you start a side gig at the car wash we didn't know about, man? Scooby: Rehehe, no Shaggy! Maybe it's Scrappy doing the laundry? Scrappy-Doo: Hey! I might be small, but I'm not about to start washing everyone around here. Let's leave the washing to the professionals! --- Reader: I'm just an average man with an average knife Shaggy: Zoinks, Scoob, since when did kitchen utensils define a man? Scooby: Ruh-roh, I prefer an average sandwich over an average knife, any day! Scrappy-Doo: And I thought being heroic was about courage, not cutlery! --- Reader: I work from nine to five, hey, sell, I pay the mice Scooby: Rehehe, Shaggy, are we paying mice now for cheese? Shaggy: Like, I knew economy was getting tough but paying mice? That's a new one. Scrappy-Doo: Maybe they're tiny accountants? Small and mighty! --- Reader: All I want is to be left alone in my average cone Shaggy: Man, Scoob, does he live in an ice cream? That's, like, my dream home! Scooby: Yummy! Scooby-Dooby-Doo wants an average cone too! Scrappy-Doo: An average cone home? Talk about a sweet place to live! --- Reader: But why do I always feel like I'm in a Twilight phone? Scooby: Twilight phone? Is that like, a phone only vampires use? Shaggy: Maybe it's a phone that sparkles in the sunlight, Scoob! Scrappy-Doo: And every call is an episode of mystery and suspense! Dun dun dun! --- Reader: Alright, gang, the real lyrics were: "Who's watching? Tell me, who's watching. Who's watching me?" and "I work from nine to five; hey hell, I pay the price. All I want is to be left alone in my average home. But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone?" Shaggy: Like, watching makes more sense, I guess? But I still prefer the idea of a car wash, man. Scooby: And making payments to mice really rooked rinteresting! Scrappy-Doo: An average home sure beats an average cone, but where's the adventure in that? Shaggy: And dude, being in a Twilight phone sounded way spookier...and cooler! Scooby: Yeah! Scooby-Dooby-Doo likes our version retter! Scrappy-Doo: Remember gang, no matter how mixed up the lyrics get, as long as we're together, we can solve any mystery... or misheard lyric! All: *Laughing* Scooby: Rets ro have an average scone! Shaggy: Now you're talking my language, Scoob! Let's eat!

Reader: I always feel like somebody's washing me. And I have no gravy. Shaggy: No gravy, Scoob? That's like, a Thanksgiving nightmare! Scooby: Ruh-roh, gravy is my favorite part! Scrappy-Doo: And here I was, worried about the monsters, when the real horror was no gravy all along! --- Reader: I always feel like somebody's washing me. Tell me, is it just a bee? Scooby: A bee washing me? That's buzzing crazy! Shaggy: Like, I knew bees were busy, man, but I didn't know they'd taken up washing us on their To-Do list! Scrappy-Doo: Maybe it's a new kind of bee service - Buzz and Wash! --- Reader: Alright, gang, the real lyrics were: "I always feel like somebody's watching me. And I have no privacy. I always feel like somebody's watching me. Tell me, is it just a dream?" Shaggy: No privacy sounds bad, but no gravy is like, a crime against humanity, Scoob. Scooby: Reah, privacy, no privacy, as long as I have my gravy! Scrappy-Doo: And I thought being watched by a bee was the funniest thing. Turns out it was all just a dream! Shaggy: Dream or not, I'm just relieved our gravy situation was a misheard lyric, Scoob. Can you imagine a world without gravy? Scooby: Rorrible! Scrappy-Doo: Don't worry, with me around, I'll make sure our adventures never lack the essentials: bravery, mystery, and most importantly... gravy! All: *Laughing* Scrappy-Doo: Let's go solve a mystery, and then we can worry about who's washing or watching... as long as they bring gravy! Scooby: Scooby-Dooby-Doo wants gravy too!

Reader: When I come home at night, I bolt the floor real light. Shaggy: Bolt the floor? Like, Scoob, imagine trying to walk around without waking up the ghosts. Scooby: Rehehe, like a tiptoeing Scooby-Doo! Scrappy-Doo: I'd rather face a monster head-on than sneak around my own place! --- Reader: People call me on the cone, I'm trying to avoid. Scooby: On the cone? Maybe they're ordering ice cream, Shaggy! Shaggy: Man, I never knew telephones turned into cones. I'd be answering calls all day! Scrappy-Doo: I'd prefer if people contacted me on a sandwich. Now, that's a call I'd never miss! --- Reader: But can the people on TV see me, or am I just soyed? Shaggy: Like, being soyed sounds pretty smooth, Scoob. Scooby: Maybe they can see us, and we're part of their show! Scrappy-Doo: If they're watching me, they better be ready for some puppy power action! --- Reader: When I'm in the shower, I'm afraid to wash my bear. Shaggy: Scooby, remember that time you tried to give a bear a bath? Scooby: Ruh-roh, that was a big mistake! Scrappy-Doo: Washing a bear? That's one mystery I'd rather not solve! --- Reader: 'Cause I might open my eyes and find some honey there. Scooby: Honey? Yum! Shaggy: Well, if there's honey, the bear's not far behind, right? Scrappy-Doo: I'll protect us from the bears! And I'll save the honey too! --- Reader: People say I'm sneezy, just a little lunch. Scooby: Achoo! Scooby-Doo needs more than a little lunch! Shaggy: Like, being lunch would make me sneezy too, with all that pepper around, huh, Scoob? Scrappy-Doo: Let's make sure our lunch doesn't run away! --- Reader: But maybe flowers remind me of Psycho too much, that's why. Shaggy: Every time I see a shower now, I'm gonna think of flowers, man. Scooby: Flowers? Not reary scary, reh? Scrappy-Doo: If it's a battle against Psycho flowers, count me in! --- Reader: Alright, gang, here's what they actually said: "When I come home at night, I bolt