Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?
We’ve got some work to do now…
Well, we found, Scooby Doo and the rest of The Gang, tonight.
My mother-in-law, Ann, had purchased tickets for the entire family to attend Scooby Doo Live. The tickets were presented to us as part of our Christmas gift.
Because, Dan, thought his time would best be spent at home, the kids, Ann, and I made our way to the production. Needless to say, we had three very anxious children as we traveled to the theater.
After a pit stop at McDonald’s, we continued on our journey.
With all three children holding an inflatable Scooby Doo, we anxiously awaited the beginning of the show.
They were not disappointed, once it started. I heard all of them say, “This is awesome!”.
As Mystery Inc. gathered clues, the kids sang along, clapped their hands, and alerted The Gang of any approaching ghosts. Before we knew it, it was time for intermission.
As the lights came back on, the kids began to look around.
“Is it over?”
“No. It is called an intermission.”
“An inter what?”
“A bathroom break. Come on. Let’s go.”
Well, we made our way back to our seats before the conclusion of the show. And a short time later, The Gang solved the mystery, and our gang headed home.
Only At My House,