Hanna-Barbera has been milking the Scooby-Doo franchise for a decade and it's time to refresh the property. Having found success with guest stars and, somehow, Scrappy-Doo (really?), HB decides to blend these elements into a new Scooby-Doo series that revolves around a modified Scooby Gang tracking down 13 ghosts released from a Demon Chest Shaggy and Scoob probably thought contained "a crazy cupcake stash."
Rounding out this new crew are Daphne with a fresh bob and a fad-starting short sleeve-over-long sleeve combo, the aforementioned Scrappy and the Master of Scare-amonies, Vincent Price. Now Price pretty much worked like six minutes an episode, letting the youngsters round up the ghosts while I'm guessing he drank vodka tonics and "entertained" whores. But the key ingredient of this series is this little fellow:
When I mentioned the series to my friends on Wednesday, I mistakenly thought the kid's name was Riff Raff, and that he was an Arab orphan with a terribly unfortunate name. The truth is way better. And by "better," I mean kind of racist. See, the kid's name was actually Flim Flam and he was a Mexican con artist. Let that roll around your thoughts for a second.
Just to be clear. In 1984, Hanna-Barbera decided the best way to introduce diversity into Scooby-Doo's all white/canine cast is to give them a Mexican juvenile delinquent with a talent for lying.