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'Mystery Inc.,' had a good run in all of its years. Now that Coolsville's arms had heightened, their work wasn't much needed anymore. They had gone their separate ways, discovering themselves but, someone had to keep the dog.
Our well-known 'Dane had been snooping around in the alleys, and found himself bitten by some rabid vermin.
Ruh-Roh.
Well, he decided he liked Scooby that way. Much helpful in catching a fink on the run. Speaking of 'he'—Norville Rogers. He didn't much like 'Norville' though, and he made that clear quite a while ago. He really just prefers…

"Shaggy!?" an ear-piercing belt had called. They'd found him. Back in the day, Shaggy got himself a 'side-job' of well…Remember when he said Mary-Jane "was like, his *favorite* name"? Yeah, you can tell from there.
"There goes the little roach!"
Shaggy had ran all they way until he found himself a corner. With enough time on his fumbling hands to pull out a dog-whistle, he blew into it with all the breath his lungs could hold...Silence.
By this time you would be able to hear the scratching of claws on pavement and a sickening growl.
"Sick 'em Scoob!" he ordered. Scooby had chased and pounced on the drug lords with his foaming mouth, and had gotten the hold of one of them. Shaggy's cowardice wouldn't let him watch as their throat was torn to bloody shreds.
"Good Boy" he tossed the dog the ever-loved 'Scooby-Snack'