-Zappy Rogers-

It was a cold, dark knight in the small English town. The only light came from the identical streetlights between the identical houses. All was silent and still.

Suddenly, a cloaked figure came running around the corner. Dressed like an old movie vampire, its cloak flapped as it fled down the street. Behind it, three teenagers rounded the corner in hot pursuit. "Come on!" cried the blonde, only boy. "The Kooky Count is getting away!"

The two others, girls, kept up with him. One was tall and dressed in purple with orange hair. The other was short with brown hair and glasses. "Wait, Fred and Daphne!" Velma, the one with glasses, cried. "Look! That house is on fire!"

Sure enough, smoke was rising from one of the houses, although most of it had already burned down and was now a pile of charred rubble. Oddly enough, nobody else living on the block seemed to have noticed, as there was no one else out. "Forget the Count!" yelled Fred. "We have to help!"

They all ran up to the house, just as a mangy-looking boy and a Great Dane rounded the corner. "Like, whoa!" Shaggy, the boy, said.

"Reah!" Scooby-doo, the dog, barked. They both ran over to the others.

Fred poked around the rubble. "Gang, it doesn't look like anyone's- wait! What's that?"

Everyone listened. The sound of a baby's cries floated through the air. "It's coming from over there!" said Daphne. She moved a plank of wood to reveal a small baby lying in the ashes.

"Aw, poor thing!" Daphne and Velma cooed. Daphne picked it up and cradled it in her arms. "Where are the parents?" asked Velma.

Shaggy glanced away, and paled. "Like, I think they're over there."

The others looked. Daphne put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, no," said Fred.

Velma looked at the baby. "The poor little thing's an orphan now." "We'll have to find an orphanage to put it in." stated Fred.

"Maybe not, man." Shaggy said suddenly. The others looked at him. "What do you mean, Shaggy?" asked Daphne.

Shaggy took the baby from her. "I dunno, I just kinda like the look of the little fella. It think I'd like to raise him."

The others were astonished. "Are you sure, Shag?" asked Fred. Shaggy nodded. "Yeah. The more I think about it, the better it sounds. What do you think, Scooby?"

Scooby looked unsure. "Uh... rokay." "Then, like, it's decided," said Shaggy.

"Well, if the British authorities let you, what will you name him?" Velma questioned.

Shaggy looked at the baby. "Like, look at the weirdo scar on his head." On the baby's forehead, there was a scar shaped like a lightning bolt.

"Like, I think I'll call him… Zappy. Yeah, Zappy." "Zappy?" asked Velma incredulously.

"Yeah, like why not?"

Fred said "Well, the Kooky Count's long gone by now. Let's head back to the Mystery Machine."

As the gang walked down the street, Shaggy looked down at little Zappy. He'd fallen asleep in his arms.

Author Notes: I am not going to do anything else with this story in the future. Instead, it has been adopted by DimensionTraveler23, and made into her story, "The son of Shaggy Rogers". Its URL is here: s/12770766/1/The-son-of-Shaggy-Rogers