A less successful exploitation of Warner Bros. property than the recent Looney Tunes: Back in Action, the second installment in the Scooby-Doo franchise is at least no worse than its predecessor. (Given the series' penchant for splattering gooey material, Scooby 3-Doo can't be far behind.) The first film made it clear that the producers had heard the rumors about Fred; fortunately there's less emphasis on Freddie Prinze Jr.'s tired dumb jockisms this time around, and the overall gay-panic quotient is considerably lower. Despite a few engaging non sequiturs, including a pimped-out Scoob (complete with 'fro) inexplicably singing Sly Stone's "Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)," the movie eventually gets bogged down in simplistic "be yourself" moralizing destined to fail with its target audience. As one five-year-old critic at the press screening astutely observed during a would-be sensitive moment: "Boooorrring!"