Hey, Roxy Goth here. I've been watching Scooby-Doo and I thought those kids have made a lot of enemies over the years. And also that most of those enemies always seen to go for Shaggy and Scooby. So what I've done is come up with a possible reason/explanation for why they always go after our favourite cowards.

I realise this is darker than a normal Scooby-doo episode, so if you don't like the idea of people being attacked – please do not read this story.

I do not own Scooby-doo in any way shape or form.

Great. This was great. He was cold, he was hungry, and his ankle killed. All he could do was pick miserably at the pizza Mr Slone had been kind enough to place in front of him, free of charge, and sip occasionally at the Hot Chocolate Mrs Slone had placed in front of him – also free of charge – as he waited for Fred to pick him up. To think this had all started because he'd run out of ingredients…

[An hour and a half ago]

"What do you want for dinner?" Shaggy asked Sugey and Scooby.

"One of your famous sweet pizzas!" Sugey said, eagerly.

Shaggy gave a fond smile. The sweet pizzas as they were commonly known as were basically a giant cookies base, with chocolate source covering the top, you then put things like hundreds and thousands, marshmallows, toffee, more chocolate….whatever you wanted on top. It had more than a thousand calories in it and the only reason Shaggy was even able to consider it was because his parents were away and it was just him, Sugey and Scooby. And the three of them could devour one in no time.

However after going through the cupboards he realised something quite important. "Ah – like, we don't have any of the ingredients."

"What?" Sugey whined. "But I, like, really wanted one!" She loved spending weekends with her big brother, he'd always make outlandish meals and didn't mind how much she ate of it, if there was any she didn't want he and Scooby would eat it. He also let her stay up quite late and watch films, which was a delight as normally she was in bed by 10.

Shaggy frowned, mentally calculating. The shops were 10 minutes away on foot, and he knew what he wanted so he'd only be about half an hour tops. He briefly wondered about taking his sister with him – before looking outside and seeing it was pitch black, even though it was hardly 7, hardly a surprise seeing as it was the end of November. Never mind – she'd be fine with Scooby here.

"Like, alright hen. I'll go down the shops."

"Ram ri ruming?" Scooby asked, tail wagging.

"Like, no, scoob, sorry. You've got to stay here and like, look after Sugey – got it?"

"Rot rit."

"Right – I'll be like, half an hour tops. Maybe forty minutes if there's a queue – but I think that's unlikely. If I'm not back in an hour, like, call the cops."

Sugey giggled. Her brother was such an idiot at times.

"Well, then, like, see you both – bye!" and the door slammed shut.