Scooby-Doo: Graduation surprise!

Sum: Shaggy remembers his time as a teacher at Ghoul School, and realizes his student would be graduating (with the exception of one) that year. Shaggy and Scooby make plans to go visit without the gang.

Shaggy scratched his head as he drove through the backroads of Louisiana, his headlights pushing through night and fog. He, for one reason or another, still couldn't figure out why he had forgotten about his girls. He had been their teacher, he shouldn't of forgotten them! Even if it scared him to near death the girls had each bore a hole into his heart like Scooby had as a pup, or the rest of the gang after going on so many crazy trips around the world.

Scooby was dazing in the front seat with him, his head swaying with the bumps in the road. "rw re rere ret?(Are we there yet?)" "No Scooby, old buddy, old pal." Scooby nodded his head before jumping into the back seat to search for Scooby-Snacks.

Shaggy looked at his watch, a parting gift from his mother, and saw it was near dawn. "We should hear Calloway's trumpet soon though." Shaggy absently said aloud, "Probably that dumb bird to..." "Ra! Rum rird!"

Letting out a sigh Shaggy absently noticed the sign for Calloway, but the bright red and white sheet metal sign attached to it made him stop. It read:

CALLOWAY MILITARY ACADEMY FOR SALE
Call: 564-4902

"Well that's new... I wonder..." Shaggy reached into the glove box and pulled out his Cell, something he bought while in Japan, and dialed the number on the sign.

"Hello, you've reached USA Land And Lakes, how may I help you today?"
'Thank god it's a person.'
"Hello?"
"Oh, um sorry about that."
"It's ok sir, was there something I can help you with?"
"Yeah, I would like to ask about a bit of land you have for sale."
"Which area sir?"
"Calloway Military Academy."
(Silence on the other end)
"Hello, are you still there Miss?"
"I'm sorry but I need to direct this call to my Boss, would you hold for one moment?"
-pulls to the side of the road and puts it in park-
"Sure, I can wait."
"Thank you sir."
(Elevator Music)

"Raggy, Rhat rw ru roing?" Scooby asked as he looked over the seat. "Nothing Scoobs' just checking something out."

(Elevator music stops)
"Hello?"
"Yeah, hello, I was, like, sent to you about a property down in Louisiana."
"Aw, yes. Which would that be?"
"Calloway Military Academy."
"What would you like to know?"
"I don't see a price listing anywhere, I called to ask how much it was."
"How much do you have on you?"
"Ummm," Shaggy checked his pockets, "About $64 why?"
"Will you be available later this afternoon?"
"Yeah I think?"
"Congratulations, you can have the place, we'll just have to get some papers sighed..."
"Hold up, what's up?"
(Silence) "Due to other Schools in the area..."
"I understand."
(Silence)
"So around lunch?"
(Silence) "That'll work. Your name sir?"
"Norville Rogers, but most call me Shaggy."
"Ok I will be sing you tomorrow Mr. Rogers."

As the call ended Scooby looked a Shaggy, clearly confused. "Like, alls good Scooby. Just, like, had an idea that's all." "Ro.K." with that Scooby dived back to his search of Scooby-Snacks.

-Five minutes later-

Shaggy stopped his Van for a second time and got out. He had reached his destination, 'The Grimwood Finishing School for Girls', and he though he would never feel happy to see the sign, or the old mansion, or the charging horse sized Dragon...

Wait...

Charging Dragon... Horse size...
"Matches!" "Raches!" Shaggy and Scooby called out making the Dragon slow to a slower speed (A jog?).

The Dragon stopped in front of the two, giving both a sniff before wrapping it's tail around them each once in a sort of hug. "It's good to see you Matches, you sure did grow!" Matches gave something like a 'purr' to acknowledge the complement, "But, like, were is everyone?"

No sooner did those words leave his mouth a voice called out from across the drawbridge, "Matches, where are you? We need to start breakfa..." Mis. Grimwood looked out the front door as she called, but stopped when she saw Shaggy and Scooby.

"Like, hay Mis. G..." Shaggy called out while scratching the back of his head. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Doo, it's so good to see you! How have you been?" Shaggy smiled lightly, "We've been, like, good so far, just been traveling since Mystery Inc. Broke up."

"I'm sorry to hear the Mr. Rogers, the girls loved to read about your adventure," Mis. Grimwood tapped her chin, momentarily lost in thought, "But I'm happy your here, I need to talk about your last time employed here." Shaggy scratched his arm and gave a frown, "Yeah, like, I'm sorry I bailed after the first semester."

Mis. Grimwood gave Shaggy a look before letting out a laugh(Happy cackle). "Oh no Mr. Rogers, it seems there is a misunderstanding." "Like, what?" "Ra, Rhat?" "You see , the school only makes semester contracts."

"Uh..." was Scooby and Shaggy's reply as they staired at the HeadMistress dumbfounded. "So your, like, not mad we took off so fast?" Shaggy regained his ability to talk asked. "Hevens no, I will say I was surprised you left without pay. Most normal people I've hired only stayed long enough to be paid, while hiding in there room for most teaching lessions!"

"Oh..." Shaggy found himself at a loss of words. He hadn't even bothered to read the contract, mostly just skimming it and applying when he saw free food had been offered. "I probably should of, like, read the contract..." "Maybe next time you should, but that is neather here nor there, while I'm glad to see you're doing well I must ask what are you doing here?"

"I, like, remembered most the girls would be graduating this year, and well I thought I should come and wish them luck..." Shaggy grew more nervice as he explained, Mis.G was giving him this look that make it seem asif he was an ant before Lady Liberty, and his soul was being judged.

Her look soon changed and she clapped her hands together, "Splended! The girls will be so happy to see you again! But I am afraid none of the girls will be graduating this year."

Shaggy and Scooby looked at Mis.G as if she had a second head, (She probably did at one point or another) "Like, what?" "Ra, Rike Rut?"

(A.N.)

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