Scoob puts out the campfire and tells his son to go to bed. He says he wants some alone time.
Dad! You're finally awake! Can you tell me the story now?
Scoob Jr (AKA Son). I just woke up! How do you expect me to tell you the story?
I know but I really want to know what happened to my Great G’ma! Can you please please please with a cherry on top of some whipped cream please?
Fine, but you better not interrupt me. Got it?
Got it.
The Next Day
No you didn’t, my Great G’ma wouldn’t do any of that!
Okay, so you know all of the times that I praised her for being a good person. Well I have never told you the bad side of her. Frankly, I think you’re old enough to hear it.
What is it daddy?
G’ma was a professional jewel thief. She stole jewels when she was a little kid and I don’t think she wanted to but she did anyway. I even caught her in the act once at a jewel store in Mississippi.
