Author's note: This story is based on the 1961 Disney animated film 101 Dalmatians with some elements from its 1996 live action adaptation. However, I am solely using Scooby-Doo characters in this story.

The story takes place in an alternate version of Dimension Seven, where all human members of Mystery Inc. are in their late-20s early-30s by 1961. While the characters used are from Scooby-Doo, there are going to be several changes.

The first change will be the fact that neither of the gang members know each other prior to the events of this story, except for Shaggy & Scooby, who already lived together in a bachelor flat.

The second change is that Coolsville is now a British city in England, instead of being in Ohio.

Last of all, Scooby can speak perfectly when he communicates with animals, especially dogs.

In addition, given that the location is in the UK instead of the US, I'm going to use plenty of British English words and phrases (Such as lorry instead of truck)

I don't own Scooby-Doo or the storyline. Hanna-Barbera Productions and Warner Bros. does, while Dodie Smith and Disney owns the storyline.


Chapter 1: Another dognapping

March 30, 1961

It was a warm spring day in Coolsville, England. The birds were singing in the trees, and the weather was perfect for children to play outside, as well as bringing your pet out for a walk.

Scoobert "Scooby" Doo, a Great Dane with brown fur, a few black spots and sporting a blue collar with a dog tag with his initials on it, was laying on a couch facing the open window of the flat he and his owner, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, were living in.

Shaggy, a 29-year-old man with dusty-brown shaggy hair, hence his nickname, and wearing a light green dress shirt and a pair of brown trousers, was examining the storyline for a radio show he had just finished typing. Armed with a pen, he read the script to check for any typing mistakes and any other story inconsistencies.

Shaggy works as a script writer, writing storylines for radio shows. His prime focus is on mystery and adventure stories. His stories were quite popular, and he have been nominated for several awards for his radio stories.

Currently, the gramophone player is playing Schubert's Symphony No. 5 in B flat Major, one of Shaggy's favourite compositions by Schubert. Shaggy always listens to classical music while working, as he felt that the music can stimulate him with ideas for stories.

As Shaggy makes a correction to the script, Scooby was staring out of the open window at the street, with the occasional automobile and lorry passing by. In spite of the presence of classical music being played from a gramophone player, he was rather bored.

Of course, he didn't blame the music that he was listening to. Rather, he felt that it's been quite a while, like five years or so, since he and Shaggy had moved into the flat upon Shaggy getting the job as a scriptwriter. However, Shaggy has taken no interest in finding a date and was mostly dedicated to his work, and Scooby was getting rather bored of spending almost everyday staring outside of the window the whole morning and afternoon while Shaggy works.

He needed a mate, and he felt Shaggy needed a wife, given the fact that their flat is rather messy.

At this moment, Shaggy lit his pipe with a match before blowing out the flame and flick it to a nearby ashtray filled with old matches on the couch.

As Shaggy carried on reading the script with a pen in hand, Scooby took a look at him. In spite of his shaggy hair-style, Scooby felt that his owner looked rather handsome and wondered why Shaggy doesn't deserve a supporting wife.

Scooby was going through his thoughts as to how to get Shaggy to fall in love with someone when the final movement of Schubert's Fifth Symphony ended and Shaggy got up from his chair and stretched before proceeding to take the record out of the gramophone player.

He then took a look at the clock placed on the fireplace and noted that it was five past five.

"Well Scoob, I guess it's time to take you out for a walk, now." Shaggy said calmly as he prepared Scooby's leash and his coat and hat.

Scooby barked excitingly as he lets Shaggy put on his leash. The walk will be a break from the boring afternoon he have went through.

After putting on his coat and hat, Shaggy commented, "Boy, like, you sure seem excited to go out for a walk, Scoob old buddy."

Scooby nodded in agreement. Soon, the duo had left their flat for a walk.

Along the way to the nearby park, the duo encountered other people taking their dogs out for a walk.

As the duo carried on walking, a bulldog barked at Scooby.


Barking conversation

Bulldog: Scooby, how are you?

Scooby: Doing good, and you, Frank?

Bulldog: I'm doing terrific. Did you heard about the mysterious kidnapping of three Akbash pups at Garlandsburg?

Scooby: Yes, I did. That was terrible, and it's like, the fifth dognapping that has occurred in the past two weeks.

Bulldog: I totally agree. The constabulary is still baffled by those kidnappings, though.

Scooby: I see. That's too bad.


After Scooby had his conversation with Frank the bulldog, the duo walked by the newspaper stand, where Shaggy bought the afternoon paper.

Soon, they were at the park, sitting at a bench facing a pond located across the pathway from it. As Shaggy proceeded to read the newspaper, the first thing that caught his eye was the headline of the paper, which read:

"MYSTERIOUS DOGNAPPING AGAIN

Three Akbash pups stolen in Garlandsburg. Constabulary baffled by string of dognappings."

During this time, several more dogs with their owners went by Scooby and Shaggy, all of whom barked at Scooby to share the news and other going ons at the city's canine community.

"Like, here we go again, Scoob." Shaggy remarked as he turned a page. "I really wonder if the constabulary can figure out who is behind those dognappings?"

"Ri rope so." (I hope so.) Scooby replied.


Meanwhile, down at the headquarters of the Coolsville Constabulary, Police Inspector Fred Jones was sitting in his office, thinking about the past five dognappings that had occurred in the city in two weeks time.

As Fred goes through the reports in his office, a police constable knocked on his office door and said, "Inspector Jones, there has been another dognapping at Garlandsburg."

"Another one? My word!" Fred replied before taking his peaked cap and followed the constable out of the station.

Soon, the inspector arrived at the house inhabited by a lady whose Labrador pups were stolen.

"I am terribly sorry for what has happened, Miss Dinkley." Inspector Jones said to the lady, whose name is Velma, with glasses and short brown hair after she explained what has happened to him.

"No worries, Inspector." Velma replied. "However, I am more worried about who is going to be next in this string of dognappings?"

"That's something that is out of our guess, Miss Dinkley. However, I can assure you that we're going to do the best we can in locating your twelve Labrador pups and catching the people responsible for this."


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