“Zoinks! Look at the size of that wave, Scoob!” Shaggy yelped, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and the anticipation of a post-swim sandwich.
“Rike, a ronster wave!” Scooby-Doo agreed, already hiding behind a striped beach umbrella. scooby doo beach movie
Out from the lighthouse stumbled Old Man Jenkins, the crabby beachcomber who owned the run-down Tiki Hut. “Zoinks
“It’s the real deal!” Fred shouted, abandoning his sandcastle (which, ironically, had the perfect structural integrity to act as a barrier). “Split up, gang!” Out from the lighthouse stumbled Old Man Jenkins,
“And I would have gotten away with it, too,” he whined, shaking a fist, “if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your dog! The new resort was going to bulldoze my shack! I just wanted to scare away the tourists!”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, the gang sat around a driftwood fire. Shaggy and Scooby polished off a mountain of seaweed-wrapped burritos (hold the seaweed). Daphne used her ruined flip-flops as kindling.