8 year old Shaggy Rogers was walking to the beach with snacks and holding a 3 year old boy's hand. The 3 year old was Franklin, called Franky for short, he had tan skin, brown eyes, black hair that curved over his forehead, and was wearing a Morocco Mole shirt. Suddenly, a puppy riding a gyro and a cop on a bike speed past the boys, Shaggy barely has time to pull Franky out of harms way.
Shaggy: Zoinks! Like, slow down, dude.
After checking Franky to see if he was ok, they kept going. They made it to a spot on the beach where there was two piles of sand, Shaggy made faces on them with shells and seaweed. He sets up a picnic for himself and Franky, giving the 3 year old his sippy cup as he started talking to the piles, unaware of the puppy from earlier hiding in them.
Shaggy: Nice to meet you, Shelly and Sandy. How was your day? Oh, you want me to start? How polite, Sandy. Well, I told my mom I was meeting my pals at the beach. So, if she asks, this technically counts as a playdate. But it's all good. I like eating lunch by myself. And hanging out by myself. And playing ping-pong by myself. I lose a lot of balls.
At this point, the puppy takes pity on him and decides to befriend the boys. Shaggy lets out a startled Yelp when he sees the puppy, startling the puppy as well. Then, with a soft smile, Shaggy offers the other half of his sandwich to him.
Shaggy: *as the puppy sniffs it cautiously* I gotta warn you, it's got gummy worms, tater tots, and ketchup leather. *The puppy cocks his head* Hmm. I know. No liverwurst. It's not like me to forget the protein. *The puppy disappears behind one of the sand piles* Yeah, I get it. Nobody likes my sandwiches.
The puppy brings out the Gyro meat from earlier. Shaggy hands him a fork and a knife and the puppy cut slices off and adds the meat to the sandwiches, they tap them together like glasses and starts eating.
Shaggy: *chewing his sandwich* Hmm. Is that Peppercorn?
Puppy: *shakes his head* Sand. *He smiles and there's sand in his teeth, Shaggy laughs*
Cop: There you are!
Shaggy and the puppy yelp in surprise, the puppy jumps in Shaggy's arms as Franky crawls behind Shaggy for protection.
Cop: This mangy stray's done enough damage for today. He's coming with me.
Shaggy: He's not a stray.
Cop: Is he your dog?
Shaggy: He is, like, totally mine. *whispered to the puppy* If you want to be.
Puppy: *whispered* I'd like that very much.
Cop: Okay, then, what's his name?
Puppy: *still whispering* I don't have one.
Shaggy: *looking around for a good name* His name's... *Spots a box of Scooby Snacks* Snacks.
Cop: What?
Puppy: *confused* Snacks?
Shaggy: Uh, I mean... Scooby!
Cop: Middle name?
Shaggy: Dooby?
Cop: Last name?
Shaggy: *Scooby mouths with him* Doo.
Cop: *shrugs* All right. If the dog has a middle name, there's no punishment for damages or theft. *He gets back on his bike* I don't like it, but them's the laws. Well, have a good day, sir. Mr. Dooby-Doo.
He takes off and Shaggy and Scooby laugh.
Shaggy: I'm Norville, but everyone calls me Shaggy. *Motions to the 3 year old, who's resumed drinking from his sippy cup* This is Franklin, we call him Franky for short. I'm babysitting him today. *Franky reaches out to pet Scooby and the puppy happily licks his cheek*
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