I'm baaaaaaaaack! And here's a little treat for you all!
First, I'd like to thank Mr. Cartoon for sharing his ideas and helping me out with most of these chapters. We're both going to do our best to keep you entertained- as well as enjoy ourselves (because that's what Fanfiction is mostly about).
Also, this story may borrow ideas from other shows (which we will list, as the Disclaimer proves) and will feature new characters of our own designs, from different shows, or recurring characters from the first story. Also we changed the appearances of the main characters, since this takes place 3 years into the future (for reference, you can check out Shewolf91's profile on DeviantArt) and it will also feature a new setting.
Now, without further ado, here's the pilot to the first episode of the second season of... Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip!
Disclaimer: We don't own any actuall cartoons/cameos that appear in this fic. All OC are property of Mr. Cartoon and I. ...So call off the lawyers!
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Pilot
*New Home, New Friends, Old Trouble*
Part One
It was a cool day in the city of Toonopolis. Summer was coming to an end, with Fall approaching fast, giving a slow pace to the schedule of the every-day man. As we overlook the tall buildings, parks, and neighborhood areas, a voice comes on the radio to give some entertainment for everyone's usual routine.
'Well, it's been a great Friday today, folks- thank God too, now we can enjoy the weekend, heh. This is your DJ, Leo Brave, signing out for the first time this year at the radiostation, hope I kept everyone tuned in and hear some good things from ya later on. Lets close the show with a little Newsboys with 'Shine'. Have a good day and God bless."
As the song played, we zoom in on a train station, where a tall, scrawny man of 21 with a thick goatee and messy hair stepped off. He wore a green sleeveless shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and was listening to his iPod as he walked, carrying a suitcase. His name was Norville Rogers... but everyone called him 'Shaggy'.
Years ago, his goatea was thinner, and he always wore T-shirts with burgundy pants, and was known for solving mysteries with his friends Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, and his Great Dane dog, Scooby Doo. But, a lot had changed over the past 3 years, thus is why he was moving to a new apartment in Toonopolis.
His cell-phone rang and vibrated in his pocket, and he took off his headphones and pulled it out. "Like, hello?" Shaggy asked, his voice being the only thing that never changed. "Oh hi, Charlie! ...Yeah, I just arrived in the city, I'm heading to the building now. ...Room 515, Paradise Towers. ...Oh yeah, I'm up for it! I'll call you when he arrives,"
Shaggy hung up the phone and walked over to the curb, calling for a taxi, and getting a ride to his apartment complex.
The apartment building was 10 stories high, built of sturdy bricks. Most of the rooms had their own balconies, and it had a large backyard which connected another apartment building, Trueblood Plaza. Shaggy arched an eyebrow at the second apartment's title, as the name sounded familiar to him, but he shrugged it off, grabbed his bag, paid the driver, and entered the building.
"Why, hello there, young man." came a voice, and Shaggy looked over, seeing a kind-looking old man sitting behind the desk. "My name is Mr. Goodwill. How can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Shaggy Rogers. I called about renting a room here, three weeks ago." he told the man.
"Oh, yes! Your room is 515, on the 5th floor. ...Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but you'll be having a room-mate. Another young man moved in last night, offered to split the rent."
"Like, that's okay. Someone else is coming to live with me anyway, so an extra roomie is no big deal."
"Oh, good! I always enjoy the company. Here's your room-key plus a spare, enjoy your stay!"
"Thanks!" Shaggy made his way towards the elevator, waving to Mr. Goodwill as the doors closed, and he went up to the 5th floor. Stepping off, he walked down the hallway, passing by a few characters.
"I don't care, Leonard, I still think it's unnecessary to move into a new apartment," A tall young man with short hair, wearing a 'Batman' T-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt was saying to a shorter young man wearing square-glasses and a jacket over a Star-Trek T-shirt.
"Then you shouldn't have taken the job of working on a project at another university for the next six months." The other man, Leonard, replied. "How do you expect to get anything done 1,000 miles away, Sheldon?"
"That's why Skype was created..."
Shaggy moved along, heading to his room, entering it. He noticed someone moving boxes from the living room to the kitchen, one box blocking their face. "Hey. You must be my room-mate," he said, walking in and shutting the door.
"Yeah, well, I ain't the janitor." came a familiar, Brooklyn-accented voice. When the person sat the boxes down, Shaggy got a good look at him- he was a well-built man of 21, with black hair that seemed to go down his neck, wearing a gray fedora, black open-vest over a red shirt, a pair of gray jeans, black boots, and a belt with a picture of the sun on it. Shaggy nearly didn't notice him... and the man was surprised to see him as well. "What the...? Shaggy?! Shaggy Rogers?! Tell me I'm not hallucinating..."
"Pugsy! Zoinks, long time no see, man!" Shaggy ran up and quickly hugged his friend, then shook his hand. "Like, I nearly didn't recognize you- you've really changed!"
"So have you- been growing out that goatee, I see."
"Yeah... and it's not the only thing that's grown. Check you out- you've really shot up since I last saw you!"
Pugsy shrugged. "So I went from five feet to six-and-a-half, it's not that big of deal. 'Course, one bright side is no one can make 'short' jokes about me anymore,"
They walked over and sat on the couch. "Like, what brought you to move in here? I thought you were working as a DJ in Burbank!"
"I took a job transfer. I was living with my girlfriend, Shelly, until I decided to move out."
Shaggy's eyes widened. "You and Shelly are dating?"
"I used to- but after one shout-fest too many, we decided to call things off, I packed up my stuff, and moved in here."
"What about the rest of your friends? Biff, Kim, Fangs... what are they up to?"
Pugsy shrugged. "We went our separate ways two years ago. Biff and Kim got engaged and are living somewhere in the city, and Fangs got a job as a security guard at the mall... He's been working there for a while, and so far no trouble- not even as Fangface! ...What about your gang?"
"Fred and Daphne are working on a new talk-show in New York, and Velma is working at a university here in the city. Scooby, on the other hand, stayed in the city. He and Scooby-Dee started a family, and he decided to settle down,"
"Nice. What about you? What brought you to the city?"
Shaggy shrugged this time. "I figured since everyone else moved on with their lives, I might as well too. I landed a delivery job, so that's a start."
Pugsy nodded, leaning back. "So, it's come to this, huh? Our gangs split up, yet you and me end up sharing an apartment... heh, makes me think of that one summer in Burbank, where you always stayed over at my place, remember?"
Shaggy chuckled. "Yeah... man that was one crazy summer. Remember the Go-Cart Incident?"
Pugsy sneered. "I've been trying to forget. ...The only difference now, though, is Flip ain't around."
Shaggy paused. "Um... actually..."
*Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!*
Pugsy arched an eyebrow, walking over to the door. "Who could that be?" he asked, and opened the door...
"Hi. My name is Flip Chan... I'm looking for Shaggy Rogers?" said a young Chinese boy of 12, with sleek black hair, wearing a blue hat with a white rim, a matching blue jacket, a red tie and jeans. With him was a bookbag, and a large suitcase.
"Over here, Flip!" Shaggy called.
"Flip? Seriously?!" Pugsy said, surprised.
"Yeah... say, you look familiar." Flip replied, looking at him curiously.
"He should... we spent a whole summer at his house, and going through life-scarring hi-jinks." Shaggy replied. "Right, Pugs?"
Flip blinked several times. "Pugsy! Wow, great to see you! I didn't expect to see you here... or see that you grew almost 2 feet!" he exclaimed, hugging Pugsy.
"Heh heh, great to see you too, kid. ...What are you doing here?" Pugsy asked Flip, while giving Shaggy a questionable look.
"I'm going to school here. I got a special scholarship that allowed me to transfer to the Detective School For Adolescents, located here in town!"
"Oh, so your family moved to the city, huh?"
Flip sadly shook his head. "No... it's just me. Henry and Stanley are in college, and the rest of my siblings are still going to school back home. My dad thought it would be a good opportunity for me, and I'm only 20 miles from home,"
"I see... so, uh, where are you going to live?" ...he asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Yeah, I was about to tell you that. See, Charlie Chan called me up last month. Since we're close friends and I'd be moving to the city anyway, he asked if I wouldn't mind taking care of Flip during the school-year... and, um, I took the offer." Shaggy explained, then gave a weak chuckle. "B-But, you won't have to worry about it! I'll cover his side of the rent, and everything!"
"Relax, Shag. I ain't worried... I just didn't expect to have an extra room-mate," Pugsy replied with a shrug, and tussled Flip's hair. "Besides, Flip's not tough to manage... just so long as he doesn't rope us into any catastrophe's, heh heh."
Flip scoffed. "C'mon, Pugs, it's been three years! I've matured since then," he replied. "Besides, we're living in a nice apartment in a quiet neighborhood, in a city where barely anything happens. There's no way we're going to be facing any kind of trouble,"
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~Meanwhile...~
Mr. Goodwill was whistling as he polished the top of his desk, when suddenly the door opened. In walked a man with a bald head, sporting a long red mustache, and wore a black-and-red suit with a gold trim going around the collar, down the front, and around the waist. "Good day, sir! I've come offering a business proposition for you!" the man said. "My name is Doctor Robotnik, and I'd like to purchase this building!"
"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. A lot of people live here, I can't just sell it." Mr. Goodwill replied.
"Oh, well that's what I meant! I'd like to manage this place! Take it off your hands and run it myself. I saw that you had a 'New Management Wanted' sign out front." Robotnik took out a sign which had the words 'New Management Wanted' sloppily written on it (with crayon, and the 'N' was backwards).
Mr. Goodwill shook his head. "I'm afraid not. You'll have to look somewhere else."
"I'll give you 2 million dollars for it." He held up a suitcase full of money.
Mr. Goodwill's eyes widened, with dollar-signs in them. "Hot Diggity, you've got yourself a deal!" he quickly took the suitcase of money, shook Robotnik's hand, and ran outside.
Halfway down the sidewalk, he was surrounded by police cars. "There's the bank-robber! Freeze!" One cop shouted, as they all pointed their guns at him.
Mr. Goodwill raised his hands and dropped the suitcase, and the police hauled him away. "Wait! This is all a big mistake!" he cried out.
"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge!" Another cop sneered.
Back in the apartment lobby, Robotnik chuckled, then opened the door. "Alright, boys! Bring it in!" he shouted.
In walked his two henchmen, Scratch and Grounder, who pulled a wagon filled with gizmos covered with a white sheet. After them came two new recruits of Robotnik's: Horace and Jasper, who were carrying a large crate. "I *urk* still don't like this idea, Jasper..." Horace grunted.
"If you want to go back to kidnapping pups for crazy women, be my guest!" Jasper retorted. "As long as this job pays, we're stickin' to it!"
Robotnik rubbed his palms together, leading everyone to the basement. "I've been planning for this day... Soon, all my hard work will pay off, and there's not a single blue hedgehog around to ruin it!"
"Yeah, talk about a lucky break!" Scratch agreed.
"So, uh, what's the plan again?" Grounder asked.
"We will set up a giant laser to destroy the city, threatening to use it on every city within a million miles unless my demands are met! ...You know, typical 'super-villain' planning. Only this time, no one is around to stop me! Ha ha ha ha haaaa!"
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Meanwhile, Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip were unpacking, when suddenly Shaggy just got a chill. "Anyone else feel a draft?" he asked.
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A/N: And there's Part One of the pilot! Next part, we're introduced to some old-and-new characters, and see just how well Robotnik's plan succeeds ;)
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