So what school did Scrappy-Doo attend?

My husband was acting very stoned the other morning. I found him laughing his head off in front of the computer.

"What's so bloody funny," was my eloquent question.

"You know Scrappy-Doo?"

"Yeah..."

"I mean, what's the deal? How come he can speak fluently and Scooby-Doo only makes incoherent noises? Did they go to different schools or something?"

I look at my husband like he's a retard. Then I decide to ignore him and his laughing by listening to some classical music. Until he demands my attention again, to explain why it is that Scrappy-Doo can talk and Scooby-Doo can't.

"Oh, right, they're not brothers or anything, Scrappy-Doo is Scooby's nephew! He's the son of Scooby-Doo's sister Ruby-Doo... Well, that makes sense."

And he's not even saying it ironically. He actually think that the above reasoning makes sense. I find that scary and funny in equal parts.