(Setting: Backstage at a venue, a small room filled with musical equipment. Scooby, Shaggy, and Scrappy-Doo are lounging on a worn-out sofa, surrounded by stacks of vinyl records and a record player humming in the background. The reader stands in front of them, holding a sheet of paper, ready to share the misheard lyrics.) Reader: Ok gang, get this... (clears throat and reads) "I tripped on banana, banana tripped me into another banana. I tripped on banana. Banana tripped me. But then I did it again. Banana tripped me, bana-" Shaggy: Like, man, that's one slippery concert! (laughs uncontrollably) Scooby: Rehehehe, roo many bananas! Scrappy-Doo: Lemme at 'em! I'll show those bananas some puppy power! Reader: (chuckles) The actual lyric is "Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet, Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat." Shaggy: Like, that's way less appealing, huh Scoob? Scooby: Yeah, re-he-he-heally! Scrappy-Doo: Guess those bananas really split from the real lyrics, huh? (They all share a laugh before calming down enough for the reader to continue.) Reader: Ready for the next one? Shaggy and Scooby: Like, bring it on! Reader: (laughs before reading) "I tripped on banana." Shaggy: Man, oh man, it sounds like a fruit conspiracy! Scooby: Ruh roh, not more bananas! Scrappy-Doo: I think these bananas are out to get us, Uncle Scooby! Reader: (trying to keep a straight face) Actually, those aren't the lyrics at all. I just repeated the same thing to see your reaction. Shaggy: You got us good, man! (wipes a tear from laughing) Scooby: (panting from laughter) Ryou got us! Scrappy-Doo: You're pretty scrappy, messing with us like that! (The room resonates with hearty laughter, the sheets of misheard lyrics fluttering to the floor as they enjoy this moment of light-hearted camaraderie.) Reader: Guys, it's been hilarious but how about we listen to some real music now? No bananas involved, I promise! Shaggy: Like, only if you're sure, there's no hidden fruit track! Scooby: Yeah, ro hidden fruit! Scrappy-Doo: And no tripping! Reader: Deal! (They put on a record, the actual song plays, and they all mimic tripping over bananas in a comical dance, filling the room with joy and laughter.) (The Curtain Closes.) END