Normally chirping birds were the sign of the rising morning, sunshine and the beginning of what could be a beautiful day. But this time the birds were a foreboding call of what was to come that day. The callings of warnings to those who slept soundly, not knowing what was to befall them that morning. It was two sleeping forms the notes of caution urged into waking.

He was slow to get up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Scooby found himself half sprawled upon his human companion. Tail across his buddies face, paws dangling over his midsection, Scooby shifted slowly not to wake his pal. With all four paws upon the floor, he brought up a hide leg to give the back of a head a good morning scratch to start the day. After a few strokes missing, with sleepiness still clouding his brain, he got a good rhythm and got the itch that had been bugging him.

The light clanging of the little dogtag upon the loop that held it to the collar was a familiar sound to wake up to. Blinking slowly, Shaggy found himself splattered across the bean bag horde he called a bed. Normal beds were too conventional and not all that comfortable for the taller guy and his large bred canine, so bean bags and over sized pillows was his favorite form of mattress.

"Like, good morning old buddy old pal." He called over to the still itching Dane. Seeing his pall up, he hopped over and smothered him under a wet morning bath.

"R'hiya Raggy!" Scooby said between slobbers as Shaggy allowed the morning ritual to finish. Often Scooby would greet him this way, so it was nothing out of the ordinary by now. Giving his buddy a lovingly ear scritch, he patted his head and pushed the Dane off so he could get up. Once at his feet, he was slouching as his mind was slowly re-booting for the morning. A sleeping head scratch and Shaggy set to looking for something to wear.

Unlike most of the others in the household, Shaggy wasn't exactly the best at keeping his room clean. Upkeep was just to much work, and he figured he didn't enough cleaning of hotels and all the other places he had stayed at, that home should be allowed to be dirtier. But there was a difference between unkempt and 'pig sty', as Daphne and Velma so lovingly called it. Though 'Nuclear blast zone' was a close personal second. Piles of clothing were strewn about, hanging off of various objects in the room and laying in heaps upon the floor. Shaggy never knew why everyone made such a fuss, since he always knew where everything was... Well 'around' were everything was, it just took some uncovering for some things.

Leaning down, Shaggy plucked a green t-shirt from the horde of other shirts that lay beside it. Brining the cloth up to his face, he gave it an experimental sniff. It didn't smell bad, but it could have been better so he moved to pick up another one. The second was better then the first, so Shaggy shucked off his Pajama shirt and placed on the green, almost identical shirt, on his body. Pants were different between Pajama and normal, since one was more sweat pants and the other bellbottoms. These too, got the sniff test and passed on the first go. He forgo socks and turned to Scooby who had picked up his own brush to comb out his fur. (Why wear clothing when you have fur?)

"Hey Scooby, what day is today? Can you like' check the calendar?"

"R'ok!"

Putting his brush down since he was finished, Scooby plodded over to where the calendar hung on their wall. While most people had wall calendars of animals or landscapes, Shaggy and Scooby choose something closer to heart: Famous Food joints across the USA. Some they had even been too over the years of traveling. Bringing up a wandering claw, Scooby scanned across the scratched off days and looked for what today was. Stopping towards the end of the month, Scooby found the day.

"R'unday." He said with a nod. It took a second to let the actual day sink in. The last Sunday of the month... "Raggy... R'its rah r'ast r'unday..."

Shaggy stopped in place and was slow to turn his furry companion. His eyes wide, he looked to the still closed door from their room to the rest of the house. THEY must be awake by now. Looking at his alarm clock (which he barely used most of the time), he noticed the time.

"Fortifications Scoob! We don't have much time before we are going to get invaded! Move move move!"

Shouting orders, the Dane was quick to comply. The duo moved quickly grabbing every cushion, bean bag and anything else that wasn't bolted down. Well, except the dirty clothes that had littered the ground. Once the barricade was made by the door, they formed a massive clothing pile in the further corner from the door. The only things that didn't make it on the pile were the socks. Rolling two at a time, Shaggy and Scooby made sock balls out of them. Armed, they were as ready as they could be when the door got knocked upon.

THUNK

THUNK

THUNK

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The two looked at each other and took a large gulp. There was no stopping it now. They just had to hope they would eventually give up. But they knew better, It had begun...

"Hey you two! Open up! It's Laundry Day!"