Peacefully standing in line at the grocery store, I looked up and saw it. Something so ghastly. Something so appalling. Something so heinous. There was no mistaking it, this was certainly a sign of the End Times. Indeed, Scooby-Doo and Kiss, together on DVD.

 I tried to look away, but the questions kept coming. Was Fred really going to tolerate the rock band’s language? Were Velma and Daphne going to be terrorized by Gene Simmons and his tongue? Mama Cass was one thing, The Harlem Globetrotters were another, and Don Knotts was certainly a new low, but Kiss? Why is Scooby-Doo’s makeup so bad? Really, he looks worse than Peter Chris’s cat makeup. Does Paul Stanley like Scooby Snacks? It is all just so wrong.

Good God, is this really how the world ends?