“Scooby-Who, where are you?”
It is a novel question, one which doesn’t seem too insightful or too complex when asked in his world—a fantastic world probably too ahead of its time, a world like a grand amalgamation of two pop culture icons—but the answer to the question is more complex than time travel. It is a mystery that is satisfyingly unsolvable, and, Zoinks!, it might just just scare you if you find him.
But if you badly want to ask Scooby-Who, “where are you,” you should probably start in England. Just a guess.