“LUNCH? That’s the magic word!” Shaggy cries. He and Scooby-Doo leap out of the van. They run toward Mr. King and shake his hand.
“Rub-a-dub-dub, where’s the grub?” Shaggy asks. He and Scooby-Doo are both drooling.
Mr. King chuckles and guides the members of Mystery Inc. through a hidden entrance in the garden maze. After numerous twists and turns, they reach a fancy picnic shelter.
In the center is a long table with a giant feast. Standing next to it is Wadsworth, the butler.
“We’ve prepared a small meal for your guests, Master Minos. There’s roast turkey, mashed potatoes, mixed greens salad, corn on the cob, and candied yams.”
“Small meal?” Fred exclaims. “It looks like Thanksgiving dinner at all our houses combined.”
“Like, we’ll certainly be giving thanks for all this food, won’t we, Scoob?” Shaggy says.
“Rhat’s right!” Scooby says. “Rhank you!”
Quick as a flash, the two friends dive face-first onto the table and inhale everything in sight.
Scooby-Doo stretches his mouth open wide and devours the turkey whole. A split second later, he spits out the bones.
“Rummy in my tummy,” he says, patting his belly.
Suddenly a loud explosion startles the group.
KA-BOOM!
“Good heavens,” shouts Mr. King. “What on Earth could that be?”