Scooby Or Not Scooby Essay, Research Paper

Scooby or not Scooby?what a stupid question:

Whether ?tis nobler of the mind to suffer

The laughs of Barney and Fred,

Or the manly forearms of Popeye on the seas of trouble

And, by opposing, end Chip & Dale, please. To die, to sleep?

No more?and by a sleep to dream visions of Power Puff Girls

Such heartache and the thousand natural shocks

Their flesh stings in me?’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be flushed. To cry, to creep?

To weep, perchance to cream that stinking Road Runner.

Ay, there’s the rub, Wile E. always get screwed

Acme stuff never works. But he never dies?no sleep of death.

When QuickDraw McGraw shuffles off to El Kabong his

Mortal coil, Baba Louie must give paws. There’s the respect

That we give to the dog who goes after Foghorn Leghorn

Whose continual calamities suffer his life.

For only Yogi Bear would grip the pic-i-nic baskets and scorn

The times when Ranger Smith assumes him th’ oppressor wrong.

The fangs of Kool Kat, whose beatnick style of rap

Despised the hunter in the iron elefant to spurn his

Patience and chase most haste with his Remington at whatever

Pace it took, while he himself bright and always stealth

Would slip his body away into a barrel. Who would Fraggles fear,

Certainly not the runt dozers who sweat and work a weary life,

While the great Trash Heap talks dreadfully of things after death,

More like the ogre’s undiscovered country from where radishes

Are born and puzzled travelers return, like Goober Fraggle

Whose lack of will is rather ill and cowardly flys

To others when he doesn’t know what to do.

Thus conscience does make cowards (of us all,)

Except Johny Bravo whose never pale skin and

Constantly cast hair enterprises great pitch lines and

Moments that women regard with disgust and turns them away

But he will never refuse the name of action.