If you are a child of the ’70s, as I am, that phrase means something to you.
It was said at the end of every episode of Scooby Doo, along with some sort of cheesy laughter from Fred and the gang, as they got plain ol’ tickled by something Scooby did in pursuit of a Scooby snack. Rooby – Dooby -Doo!

Let me tell you another reason I relate and loved this cartoon so much. (and I do hesitate to tell you because my true identity will be blown at least for the next week or so while this stays on my main page)
The beautiful red-head and I share a name: Daphne. This was good for my self-esteem when I was a young girl.
But, let me say that the name was and is the only thing we shared.
Do you remember the other girl? You know … Velma?(what a name)
She and I were one in the same.
Velma was short. I was short.
Velma had short brown hair. I had short brown hair.
Velma wore glasses. I wore glasses.
Velma was the smart one. I was smart, usually.
Velma always lost her glasses. I always lost my glasses.
Velma was very blind without her glasses and walked around with her hands in front of her, feeling her way around, when she didn’t have her glasses. Ditto for me. (and she did lose her glasses in every episode I saw)
And according to this picture I found, Velma was quite blessed in the booty area. As was I (and continue to be.)

Think I’m lying? Check this little treasure out. Second grade never looked so good. I mean … how blind was I that I needed these ginormous glasses? And, I am totally rockin’ that plaid jumper.

With all this said, 
I so wanted to be Daphne because …
she had beautiful, perfectly-styled red hair
she had a perfect figure
she got Fred
she knew how to wear a headband and tie a scarf in a stylish way
she had a way cuter dress.

Other random observations about the show … 
What was up with Shaggy anyway?
Did anyone else not understand why Shaggy ate Scooby snacks?
After solving about 50 of these mysteries, why had they not learned that the ghost or creature was just some disgruntled person in a mask? Instead of running from him, just pull off the darn mask.
In honor of Velma, I wore my glasses today. You go Velma, you sexy librarian, you; kick Daphne’s skinny, fashionable butt (try not to lose your glasses while doing it).

And, how do you make glasses sexy and stylish? I’m not sure, but here are my attempts. I warn you … my model-like poses may scar you.

I’m done.