For a first love, you were amazing.
Loyal. So many laughs you had together. The adventures you went on. The meals you shared. Years from now, he’ll look back and remember you with such an intense feeling. You will always have a piece of his heart.
And for all of this I owe you so much. And I will miss you terribly.
Scooby Doo. Oh Scooby. You have been replaced.
It’s hard to compete my friend. You’re adorable and funny but you have no potty humour. The five year-old boys? They need potty humour. They need superheroes. And not Dynomutt. Doesn’t cut it. But Batman? Made out of Lego? Emmett? He’s the special – and The Lego Movie? Well, everything IS awesome.
I beg you. Please don’t take it personally Scoob. It’s not like we’re replacing you with that annoying Scrappy Doo. And we’re not shipping you to Goodwill like we did with the Princesses. He’ll never cringe in embarrassment for loving you the way he does if you dare mention his previous princess obsession.
It’s just that. Well. Maybe you need to hire Lego’s marketing team because whooowheee have they cooked up some magic. The Creeper and Charlie the Robot…they have nothing on Lord Business. You need to come into the future.
But Scoob. In all seriousness, thanks for introducing my kid to Scotland, mysteries, the Harlem Globetrotters, magic, smart girls and buddies. Because there are no buds like Shaggy and Scooby.
I’ll miss you. Especially because you came in one piece and not fifty million annoying little pieces that are all over my house, car, purse and likely down all the furnace grates in my house.
Trust me, if it wasn’t for my meddling kid….you’d be #1 forever.
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