Shaggy was a stoner by nature. It was his way. He ate all the time, hallucinated, and experienced paranoia, but he loved getting high. He loved his friends, but he LOVED his pot. He hated all responsibility and anything even remotely scary. He was generally amiable and easily controlled.
His best friend outside the Scooby gang was a dog-creature-thing named Bobby. Bobby was also a stoner who valued spray cheese more than life itself. He would do anything to help his friends… as long as they paid him his fucking cheese. When this payment was withheld, he became irrational, unpredictable, even violent.
Our adventure opens one night as they were watching TV and getting slightly buzzed. A commercial for a big-box store opening up in the next town came on. The advertisement featured an entire aisle dedicated to spray cheese.
"Woah! Bobby suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" Shaggy looked up, glazed eyes unfocused.
"Mmm, spray cheese. Scrumptious, man."
"Man, all that cheese talk is hypin' my munchies, dude. Let's go."
They went out to the Mystery Machine. Surely Fred wouldn't mind if they borrowed it, and they could fill the entire back with cans of spray cheese.
They drove for a few minutes. Bobby contemplated his mortal existence while Shaggy happily drove. They had to pull over for gas before too long. They got out and began siphoning gas from someone's car. While they were doing so, Some Dick spotted them from his car. He shuffled over to them, shouting insults.
Bobby looked over at him through his round glasses.
"Some Dick, dude." he said to Shaggy, who looked over.
"You guys are fucking pricks! What you're doing is illegal!" Some Dick yelled.
The guys stared at him for a few seconds, before Bobby snorted and they burst out laughing.
"Like, wow, man, he's totally gonna kick our asses. What's he even talking about?" Shaggy said sarcastically.
"Dude," Bobby choked out through his laughter, "Smokage, huh?"
Some Dick glared at them and stormed off, cursing them and vowing to get the cops.
The guys finished siphoning gas from the car and got back in the Mystery Machine. They were driving down the street when a police siren went off behind them.
"We're busted, dude." Bobby said. He was a little too high to care that much. He laughed slightly.
"Zoinks, I can't go back to the joint!" Shaggy yelled. "Also, heh heh, joint."
Shaggy hit the accelerator as they laughed at his pun. They swerved around a parked car and headed for the highway. They were on the run from the law now, but they still needed that spray cheese.