AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Scooby Dooby Doo
Shaggy lay in his crib, lost in the peaceful dreams of infancy. Even as a baby of one and a half years, his hair was messy and dissheveled. His mother watched as he dreamed on for another minute before she snuck out to go check on Mommsy and Dada Doo. The Great Dane parents were watching lovingly as their six adorable puppies slept in a neat little basket.
"Which one should we give to Norville, Momsy?" Shaggy's mother, Ma Rogers, asked her loveable best friend. Mommsy Doo thought for a while.
"Well, Norville needs a puppy with spunk, character, an appetite, and a love for exploring." Mommsy Doo thought aloud in her southern valley voice. At that moment, one of the puppies woke up yawning and went to step out of bed. Instead, he fell and rolled across the floor and came to a stop in front of his mother. "Now Scoober, be a little more careful dear."
"Roh Kray." The puppy said trying o get up without tripping. It failed. Mommsy Doo suddenly had an idea.
"Come along Scoobert. There's somebody I want you to meet." Mommsy Doo picked up Scoobert and walked off to Norville's room. She went up to the crib and set little Scoobert inside. Little Norville opened his eyes and saw something big and brown. A puzzled look went over his face.
"Ri, Ri'm Scroobert!" Scoobert Doo said giving Norville a lick on the face. Norville giggled.
"Scwoobert! Funny! I'm Norvwille." Scoobert giggled.
"Rorville!"
"I call you Scwooby." He said smiling.
"Ri'll rall you Raggy!" Shaggy put his arms around Scooby's neck.
"I like Scooby." Scooby smiled and decided he liked his new nick-name too. In fact he loved it enough to shout it out.
"Scooby Dooby Doo!"
Me: Garbage? Quite possibly. By the way, I really did mean six puppys. If you watch all the shows ever made, you'll notice Scooby has two extra brothers. So all in all, it's Scooby Doo, Dooby Doo, Yabba Doo, Ruby Doo, Skippy Doo, and Howdy Doo.