With Halloween approaching, I thought it suitable to cast my eye back to the crime-solving hound’s earlier adventures and determine which episode really is the scariest. Scooby-Doo scared me and elated me at the same time, so I’ve seen every episode. As Miranda Hart once put it, “it’s one of those, I don’t want to look but just can’t stop looking things.” But, like the pepperpots of Doctor Who, I watched the television with one eye open. I’m too young to remember the Daleks in their ’60s heyday when they drove audiences out of the room with their immortal cry of “exterminate” and so the program that sent me quivering with fear was Scooby-Doo.
I tried to calm my mail-horror nerves by downing bagfuls of Scooby Snacks – but to no avail – I simply have no taste for horror films, for gore, for gratuitous violence.Īnd that’s why, when I was a small child, I would cower behind the sofa when the Scooby-Doo theme played.
I averted my eyes and whispered “jeepers” when Skinner impaled his chin in Hot Fuzz. I cried “zoinks!” and jumped into Shaggy’s arms watching Shaun of the Dead.
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