Shaggy yawned as he sat up. The sound of pitter-pattering paws that could only belong to Scooby Doo came from the floor below him. Cracking his neck, a hundred tiny clicks clicked all along his back, and he stretched. Shaking his head, he rolled (no, literally rolled) out of bed and hit the ground with a thud.
"Like, man that was the worst sleep I ever had…" Walking down the steps he yawned and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, he saw Scooby at the bottom of the stairs doing his own stretching routine. Seeing Shaggy, he barked and bounced around Shaggy's slept-in pants and Shaggy smiled at his friend.
"Come on, buddy lets go get in the va-" He froze, "The van! We left all our stuff in it! Oh no!" Rushing out to the door, the pair jumped the porch guardrail and ran up to their beloved mode of transport. Opening the door, a horrible smell wafted out and sent them reeling. Shaggy clasped his hands over his nose, and Scooby desperately pawed at his own nose.
"Oh man, the fish!" Nervously reaching in, he grabbed a huge bag of halibut, covered in stale droplets of water, and heaved it out onto the pavement of his new driveway. Waving a hand in front of his face, Shaggy cringed,
"Oh man, like, what are we gonna do, Scoob?" Scooby squinted at the fish and his face lit up. Grabbing the top of the bag in his mouth and blanching, the large dog dragged the four pounds of fish into the yard. Shaggy watched in curiosity which quickly gave way to an understanding as Scooby's paws dug into the ground of the dying brown grass. Soon a large hole several feet wide had appeared in the soil, which was immediately filled by the bag of rotting fish. Turning around, his hind legs moved rapidly shoveling more brown dirt over the fish. Finally, he patted the ground with his forepaws and lagged his tongue at Shaggy. Shaggy sighed,
"You know, there's, like, going to be a time when we can't just bury our problems in the yard, and have a triple-decker sandwich, Scoob." Scooby barked happily, and Shaggy perked, "But we can always try! Come on, lets go find us a sandwich shop."
Walking down the pavement and onto the sidewalk, Shaggy took a couple glances up and down the street, unsure of where to start.
"Man, I should have, like, brought that map that Abigail brought us." Shaggy looked back at the house, "We should probably go get it… But… I don't really want to." I mean, the town is, like, ten feet wide. How hard can it be to, like, find a deli?" Walking down the sidewalk, Shaggy looked at the houses lining the street. Many of them were like his; small, wooden, two-level homes that seemed to be poorly-constructed. Many of them had 'Vote Bravo!' signs outside on the browning lawns, obviously an add for a politician, although Shaggy was unsure of who or what position. As they walked down the street towards the main avenue, the pair sagged in the hot summer sun.
"Like, man, if I had know how hot it was gonna be, I'd have put on some other pants." Shaggy laughed. Scooby gave a confused bark, and Shaggy laughed,
"Oh right, these are the only pants I own…"
"Dude, that's rank." Shaggy jumped at the voice behind him. Turning around, he came to the sight of Abigail, wearing a blue t-shirt with a white stripe running across the right side. Beside her, another girl stood, hands judgmentally on her hips. As with most things, the sight of the new girl sent shivers down his spine. But unlike with most people, however, the look in her emerald green eyes was one of a ferocious beast.
"So, this the fresh meat, ya was talkin' about, A?" She was short, and her black hair, also short, was combed up into two devilish horns. Her enormous, almost cartoonish, eyes glittered and she pushed her face up to his, "He don't look like much to me." Shaggy gulped and leaned away from her face, which let out a warm puff of air which spread across his nose as he retreated. Scooby looked on as Shaggy took his index finger, applied it to her forehead and pushed her away. Or at least he tried to. The girl stood her ground and pushed back.
"Like, um, and who are you?"
"Buttercup." Shaggy stared at her incredulously and then looked at Abigail.
"What, like, seriously?" Abigail laughed. Buttercup glared at her,
"What?"
"Yeah, seriously. She's like that." Buttercup bared her teeth and growled, and Shaggy jerked,
"Er, uh, nothing. Sorry Buttercup." Buttercup backed up next to Abigail,
"Yeah, that's right…" She muttered. Abigail nudged her,
"Come on, girl. He's gonna be your teacher." Buttercup snorted.
"Yeah. Prissy-Prissy-Gaywad class." Shaggy found his voice,
"Uh… that's… not what I'm going to teach." Buttercup looked at him.
"I know." Turning around, she bumped Abigail on the shoulder with her fist, "C'mon A. Let's bounce. I wanna hit up the bar before at least nine."
"Uhh… bar? Aren't you dudes under-aged?"
"She means the malt shop." Abigail clarified with a smile. Shaggy and Scooby grinned,
"Like, you dudes have an old fashioned malt?" Shaggy licked his lips and Scooby swooped his tongue over his nose and nodded. Abigail motioned with her hand,
"Yeah, come on. We'll show ya." Abigail threw a hand over Buttercup's shoulder, who grumbled begrudgingly.
The trio walked down the street, until they came to the main road, each side lined with shops.
"Like, wow, you've all got so many places to go!" Shaggy exclaimed, surprised by the tiny town's offering of places to visit; and no doubt eat. Making a right, Buttercup, Abigail, Shaggy, and Scooby meandered down the sidewalk. Passing by a large glass pane, Shaggy looked inside, to see a group of children, each holding a wooden sword and swinging it. In the front, taking a swipe with each of his students, and dressed in his formal yutaka, Jack stood leading them.
"Like, hey it's Jack." Shaggy pointed into the glass. Buttercup nodded,
"Sensei is always teaching classes during the summer." Shaggy looked at her,
"Does he like, teach you?" Buttercup nodded proudly,
"Of course. He trains all the athletes in town."
"Buttercup here is on the soccer team." Abigail explained, and Buttercup grinned,
"More like ButterBeater…uh, Buttkicker-Cup… uh, whatever. I'm still working on a name." raising her arms behind her head, she continued to walk, "Anyway I got class later. Let's get this train off the tracks." Abigail shrugged,
"Sure thing." Shaggy waved for Scooby, who followed obediently. As they continued, Shaggy marveled at the ice-cream shop that hand-made over a hundred flavors, the deli that offered bison meat, and the candy shop with the cute girl at the counter. Shaggy smiled and waved at the last one, and the girl giggled and waved back.
"Jailbait."
"Like, excuse me?" He looked at Buttercup, who had piped up,
"She's sixteen. I was in her history class." Abigail snickered,
"Yeah, since you're a remedial!" Buttercup glowered.
"I-I'm not a remedial, I'm just educationally challenged!"
"Yeah, just like you're vertically challenged, huh?"
"Hey! I'm perfectly petite! And it's lucky I don't have a butter-body!" Abigail gasped,
"Girl, you did not just call me fat!"
"No, I just called you fat, not fat, DUH!" Abigail blanched,
"That doesn't even make sense, tiny!"
"Ugh. It's, like, you're made of fat and unhealthy, not… I dunno… obese. Abigail crossed her arms and looked away,
"I don't think I'm that fat…" Buttercup's eyes softened,
"Oh Abby, you're not fat." Abigail looked at her,
"Really?"
"Well, it wouldn't kill you to work out a bit." Abigail smiled but still tugged at her belly.
"You know, you guys should, like, be nicer to each other. Friends are one of the few things we have in this world." Shaggy said offhandedly, and Scooby nodded solemly, rubbing up against Shaggy's leg. The older man rubbed his head before his hands clasped over his mouth, "Like, zoinks! Was that my outside voice?" Abigail sighed,
"Don't worry 'bout it, Mr. R." Buttercup threw a hand around her friend's shoulder,
"Yeah, it means nothing! And A is a strong girl, she can handle anything anyone can throw at her!"
"Then why bother saying such things?" A strong, smooth voice came from behind Scooby, who whirled around and yelped. Buttercup and Abigail jumped as well,
"Sensei!" Jack nodded,
"Hello, Buttercup." He nodded to Abigail, "Ms. Lincon." Buttercup bowed, and Abigail tipped her hat in her customary greeting,
"What are you doing here, Sensei?" Jack inclined his head to her,
"Class just finished. But that is not what I'm here for." he turned to Shaggy, "Your words are wise, Rogers-san."
"Like, Shaggy's fine. And, like, thanks." Jack turned to the girls, his eyes sternly glowing at them.
"As Rogers-san-"
"Shaggy."
"As Rogers-san says, friends are the things we should treasure the most." he turned to the man and dog beside him, "It's a good thing that Rogers-san and Scooby-san are joining us at the school this year. You could learn many things from them." Buttercup rolled her eyes,
"Come on, Sensei! It's like I said! Abby can handle anything!" Jack turned to Abigail,
"She is strong, yes. In more ways than one." he turned back to Buttercup, "Yet she should open gates to you, not build walls." Buttercup bit her lip,
"But, I mean Abby's not into all that girly emotional crap, right?" Abigail nodded,
"It's one of the reasons I don't wear make-up. That, and because make-up is for white people." Shaggy furrowed his eyebrows,
"That… doesn't seem right." Abigail shook her head,
"It's a racist, messed-up world out there, Mr. R." Shaggy and Scooby exchanged a glance,
"Like, if you say so, Abby." Jack sighed,
"Anyway, turn those thoughts around in your head." he bowed slightly, "Buttercup, Ms. Lincon, Rogers-san." he turned around, "See you at class, Buttercup."
"Hai, Sensei!" Buttercup bowed. Turning back to Abigail she scratched the back of her head, "I'm sorta sorry I said you were fat." Abigail laughed,
"Don't worry about it, girl!" Buttercup grinned, and hit her friend's shoulder again, "You know I love ya!" Shaggy waved goodbye to Jack, and Scooby lifted a paw. Shaggy turned back to the girls,
"I like him. Bit, like, scary, though." Buttercup sighed,
"Can we go now?" The three continued walking down the heated pavement towards the malt shop. They walked a ways down the block, until a bright white building came into view on the right side. A blue and red sign protruded from the side, advertising the milkshakes. Shaggy smiled and looked at Scooby, who licked his lips. Suddenly a thought occurred to Shaggy,
"Hey, are pets, like, allowed in this place?" Buttercup nodded,
"Yeah, ever since a couple of those PETA freaks worked up a shitstorm about pets having to sit outside, every place lets 'em in." She pouted, "Except in the one place it counts."
"And, like where's that ?" She rolled her eyes,
"Where do ya think? School." Abigail held the door open for the other two,
"No one really minds, though. A lot of people in the town own pets. I have a cat."
"Like, cool." Shaggy walked into the cool air of the shop, a checkerboard tile pattern, and sighed, Buttercup ran past and jumped into a barstool.
"Hit me!" The bartender, a long thin Jamaican, looked over with a sigh,
"Wit' what, child?"
"Strongest root beer!" The man smiled, and reached under the bar.
"Oh Buttercup, 'chu know better than to ask for dat." Shaggy and Abigail took a seat on either side of her,
"Come on, Grif!" she moaned, "You can't keep it from me forever!" Grif smiled,
"Just watch me." Shaggy leaned over,
"Like, what's the deal?"
"Grif has this… super secret root beer that he only gives to those he deems worthy. Says he's the grim reaper when he gives it to you-"
"Because I'm da' last ting ya see before ya die!" Grif grinned manically. Shaggy grinned,
"Like, uh, Mister Barkeep?" the Jamaican looked at him, "I think I'll, like, have one of those." Grif smiled, showing a row of huge white teeth that were pulled around lips so tight you could make out the outline of his skull.
"Alrighty den." Pulling out a piece of paper he pushed it across to Shaggy, "I just need ya 'ta sign dis waiver." Shaggy laughed,
"Like, what for?" Grif's eyes darkened, and he pointed to a corkboard on the wall holding photos, various people were smiling and drinking with Grif.
"See that wall?" Shaggy nodded, "Look next to it." Beside that board was another board, containing far fewer photos, three, to be precise; one of a stoic Jack, next to that, a dark red Fiona, and next to that, an old, wrinkly man smiling with a large pair of dentures that spelled 'MAH HOMIE' in large gold lettering and a straw in the center. Grif stared into Shaggy's eyes,
"Dat wall, da one with tree pictures?" Shaggy nodded again, "Dose people didn't have to go to da hospital after drinking da Grim Reaper." He laughed, "Wahahaha!" He placed the bottle in front of Shaggy, and offered him a pen. "Tink you can handle it?"
"What?! That is so unfair!" Buttercup fumed, but Grif quieted her with a dark glare,
"Dis is perfectly fair, child. Now hush." The entire shop watched in awe as Shaggy scribbled his name at the bottom of the dotted line and slid the paper back to Grif, who stuffed it under the table. Grabbing the neck, he pinched his thumb under the cap and flipped it off.
"Wow, was that even a twist off?" Abigail winced,
"Nope."
"Yowza." Abigail turned back to Shaggy, "You sure you can do this Mr. R.?" Shaggy licked his teeth and nodded. He watched as the foam of the root beer spilled over the mouth, then he sniffed it, before gripping the sweating glass, lifting it to his mouth, and began drinking. Grif got a wild grin plastered across his face.
"Wow! He's gonna chug it!" Buttercup got the same grin,
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" Shaggy continued to down the bottle at a vicarious speed, his throat bobbing up and down as it slid into his stomach via his esophagus. Buttercup cheered. Grif ducked beneath the counter and pulled up an old-fashioned Polaroid. Shaggy brought the glass bottle down with a slam, and flashed a smile to the camera as it flashed.
"Like, WOW!" Shaggy exclaimed, "That was absolutely amazing!" Grif squinted and looked curiously at Shaggy.
"'Chu alright, bro?" Shaggy nodded his head,
"Like, dude, I'm better than alright! I feel like I could conquer the world!" Jumping out of the chair, he ran in a circle, shouting and jumping up and down. "Like, yes, yes, yes! Gimme, like, another!" Grif shook his head,
"I tink you've had enough, buddy." Abigail sighed,
"Ah, that first taste of the Reaper…" she licked her lips, "It changes ya."
"Oh come on!" Buttercup cried. Shaggy continued to jump up and down, Scooby watching in curiosity, as Abigail held up her hands,
"Okay okay, Mr. R. I'm thinking maybe we should calm down." Shaggy ran down the length of the bar, greeting everyone who was sitting there.
"Like, nice to meet you, Eddy!" the hand of a lanky boy was shaken up and down, his orange shirt and black hat bouncing with him.
"P-Pleasure to meet you too, new Home Ec. teacher." Shaggy quickly scuttled to the next seat.
"Hiya! I'm Shaggy! I just moved here! What's your name?" a man wearing a suspicious gray hoodie turned his head slightly,
"Um… I'ma… Brovo Jones." the man said quickly, before returning to the milkshake in front of him. Shaggy threw an arm around him,
"Like, dude, I think I've heard that name before." The man hunched his shoulders and looked away.
"I'ma pretty sure youa got me mixed up with someone else." Shaggy scratched his chin.
"No… I'm pretty sure its I know that name." Grif turned around from washing a glass,
"Yeah. In fact, I don't tink I've ever heard that name before." The man slumped even more,
"Um… I'ma new in town." Grif's eyes darkened,
"Wait a minute…" Grif pushed the hood back down the shoulders the man, revealing a large blonde pompadour and a pair of dark-black sunglasses. Glaring, he slammed his hands down on the counter, as several other people in booths and at the bar rose to their feet too.
"You! I knew it! Git out, Bravo!" the man stood up and everyone faltered slightly at the large, broad shoulders that bulged with muscle. But the man shoved his hands into his sweater and pushed his way out the door, but not before turning around,
"Nice 'ta meet ya, Shaggy." he then left, and started walking down the street.
"Like, who was he?" Buttercup shrugged,
"Johnny Bravo."
"Like, I think we saw a sign for that. What's he running for anyway?" Shaggy recalled, Grif spit into a crystal mug.
"He's a dirty mayor." Grif wiped the inside of the glass with a rag, "Wants to tear down all da shop fronts on Main Street to make way for… ah who knows. Bullshit, I'm bettin'." he pointed at Shaggy, "Same ting happened in Endsville." Abigail leaned back in her chair,
"The administration wants to make housing complexes for tourists." She explained.
"Shows what they know!" Buttercup crowed, "Ain't nothing happens in this town!" Abigail shrugged,
"Pretty much."
"Not a damn ting." Grif agreed.
"Can't be all bad, right?" Shaggy asked, reseating himself at the stool, however still shaking from the after-effects of the root beer. Grif exchanged a glance with the two girls,
"Nope." Shaggy sighed,
"Oh well. It could be worse, right Scoob?" The dog shrugged his shoulders, just as his stomach growled, Shaggy laughed,
"Like, I think Scoob's a bit hungry." He giggled, before he turned to Abigail, "You guys got any restaurants?"
"You've already asked that question." Shaggy thought about it for a moment,
"Oh, yeah. I have!" Leaping out of his chair, Shaggy and Scooby headed for the door. Buttercup dropped out of her chair and followed suit. Nodding to Grif, she slid out of her chair and headed out. Abigail followed suit, waving goodbye to Grif, who raised a hand and turned back to his bar.
Suddenly, Buttercup got very stiff. Abigail stopped and Shaggy turned around to see what was the matter.
"Hey Buttercup!" a high voice echoed from down the street and Buttercup winced. Abigail backed up and let a another girl walk up to the green-eyed girl, "Dad says he needs you home for an experiment." Buttercup glowered. The new girl had long, flowing red hair topped off by a bright red bow. She, like Buttercup, had large white eyes that almost glowed, unlike Buttercup, however.
"Well you can tell John that I have practice today." the ginger's eyes widened,
"But daddy said-"
"I don't care what he said." Buttercup interrupted, "I'm not going, so get out of my face, Blossom." Blossom sighed and tossed a red lock behind her ear.
"I'm just trying to keep you from getting in trouble." Blossom mumbled innocently, pouting a bit. Buttercup's nostrils flared,
"Just keep to looking after Bubbles." Blossom sighed and turned on her heel.
"Whatever. I'll tell dad you're not coming home tonight."
"Good." she snarled. Abigail reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder, but the other girl jerked it away.
"Good day, Abigail." Blossom smiled at the girl. Abigail smiled back and waved,
"You too, flower girl." the girl skipped off down the sidewalk, right past Shaggy and Scooby as though they didn't exist. Buttercup glared at her at her retreating form. Shaggy looked at the two girls and then back to the now tiny back of Blossom.
"Like, who was that?" Abigail looked around nervously,
"Umm… That was-"
"My sister. That's all." she straightened and forced a smile, "Now did you guys want food? Here, I'll treat you and you can forget all about her!" Shaggy and Scooby lit up,
"Like I'll take that bribe!" Scooby nodded in agreement. Buttercup grinned and ran a little ways ahead of them,
"Come on then, slowpokes!" Shaggy and Scooby hurried after her. Abigail sighed and shot a worried look after them, but more specifically after Buttercup. Shaking her head, she ran to catch up with them. As they walked-ran down the sidewalk, waving to catch up with them.
Buttercup clasped her hands behind her head as they walked down the street, her head twisting side-to-side, looking intently for a place to eat.
"How about Uncle's?" Abigail shrugged,
"I had Chinese yesterday." She pointed to another shop, "We could get some pizza at Mung's." Buttercup blanched,
"Thanks, but I don't eat crap." Shaggy's and Scooby's stomachs grumbled in unison.
"Like, I hate to sound, like, whiny, but can we just pick someplace?" Abigail and Buttercup shared a laugh.
"Yeah, yeah." glancing around, she perked, "How about there?" she pointed to a small windowed shop with a couple of chairs and tables outside of the place. Over the entrance, a large sign hung over the tables, providing little shade, but people still crowded on the tables in front of the shop. A young man, wearing a white shirt and a dark green hat carried a tray in and out of the door, a bored look on his face. Walking up to the boy, Abigail leaned against the table and tipped her hat,
"Hey Dip." the boy turned around and sighed,
"Hey Abigail." he mumbled tiredly. Wiping his forehead with a rag, he offered her a seat,
"Mind if we eat here?" the boy shook his head,
"No, why would I?" Abigail shrugged,
"It was a rhetorical question." Shaggy and Buttercup both sat down at the cheap silver table beside her.
"Hey Dip." Dip lazily shifted his eyes to the green-eyed girl.
"Hey Buttercup." his eyes once again shifted to Shaggy, and they sparked a bit at the new face, "Who's this?" Shaggy held out his hand.
"Like, I'm Shaggy. I'm the new Home Economics teacher at the high school." Dip nodded,
"Yeah… we get a lot of that around here." Shaggy furrowed his brow in confusion,
"Like, a lot of what?" Dip stared at him,
"Teachers." Shaggy frowned,
"Like, what does that mean?"
"Nothing!" Abigail interrupted hurriedly, "Dip's juts a bit paranoid, ya know?" Dip shrugged,
"Can't blame me for being curious." Dip reached into his green apron and produced a small notepad and a pencil. "Whattya want?" Buttercup and Shaggy picked up small laminated menus.
"I dunno. How about a meatball sub?" Shaggy looked to Scooby, who nodded his head vigorously and licked his lips, Buttercup tapped her chin,
"And I think I'll have a fish and chips." Dip nodded,
"I'll have my usual, Dip." Dip nodded.
"Two ham sandwiches on rye and a soda. Got it." Buttercup and Shaggy exchanged a glance,
"Like, dude, I don't think that's what we ordered." Dip nodded,
"I know. You guys want a meatball sub and an order of fish and chips. I got it."
"Then why did you say ham sandwiches on rye?" Buttercup asked,
"Because all we have is ham and rye. So you get ham and rye." Shaggy shrugged,
"Makes sense." Buttercup sighed,
"Really?" Dip sighed,
"Yes." Buttercup groaned,
"Jeez. Fine, whatever." Dip smiled,
"Good. Two ham sandwiches comin' right up." Dip walked back into the storefront. Abigail sat back in her chair.
"I come here a lot. I've even got a regular order." Shaggy looked over at her,
"Like, really? What is it?"
"A Pepsi in a cup with a slice of baloney in it." Buttercup cringed,
"Ew. Why… Why is that a thing for you?"
"Hey. Don't knock it till you try it, sister." The two glared at each other before Buttercup closed her eyes and held up her hands in defeat,
"Whatever, man." The three sat in an awkward silence after Abigail and Buttercup had stopped. Shaggy coughed,
"So, like, what do you dudes do around here for fun?" Buttercup toyed with the menu corner absentmindedly,
"I dunno. Train, I guess."
"Student council stuff." Abigail added, her voice also bored, and Shaggy looked at Scooby, confused,
"But what do you do for fun?" The man pressed, "I mean there must be something that kids your age do?" Buttercup looked at him coyly,
"Why don't you tell us? You look almost my age, maybe just a little bit older." Shaggy waved his hands in front of his face,
"Oh no! I'm thirty-five."
"Holy shit. You're thirty-five?" Dip's mildly impressed voice came from behind them, his hands balancing two plates and a glass filled with dark liquid in the other, "Man, whatever you do to your skin is amazing." he placed the cheap paper plates on the table in front of Buttercup and Shaggy, and the cup in front of Abigail. Grabbing a chair from a nearby table, he sat beside them.
"Like, honestly?" Shaggy glanced suspiciously from side to side, "I did a lot of pot during my hey-day." three wide pairs of eyes looked at him,
"Ummm… Should you really be telling us that?" Dip wondered, looking at him. Shaggy shrugged,
"Like, I don't see the harm. Just… don't tell the school board."
"Haha! Dirt!" Buttercup grinned, "Gimme an 'A' in your class!" Shaggy laughed,
"Like dude, if you need me to give you an 'A' in Home Ec, what does that say about you?" Abigail snickered and Dip cracked a smile. Buttercup growled, and then gave a resigned sigh,
"I guess you're right." Shaggy took a bite out of his ham sandwich and nodded. Buttercup sulked and also took a large bite into her ham. Abigail sipped her soda through her straw,
"So Dip, who's Mable's new fling?" Dip's eyes darkened.
"Hell if I know. Every week it's a new dude on my fuckin' couch." Abigail patted his shoulder.
"I'm sure she'll find someone someday." Dip hung his head,
"At this rate it's going to be every day." Buttercup leaned over to Shaggy,
"Mable's his sister." Shaggy gave an understanding shake of his head.
"Like, sibling rivalries. I get it." Buttercup picked the crust off her bread,
"More like hatred. Dip can't stand his sister. Ever since they moved here they've hated each other." Abigail and Dip continued to talk, while Buttercup whipped out a small phone, Dip glanced over,
"What time is it, anyway?" Buttercup clicked the button her phone.
"'Bout one-thirty. Why?" Dip grunted,
"I gotta go, then." Standing up, he pushed his chair in, "I'll see ya later, Abby." Abigail gave a nonchalant wave.
"See ya, Dip." Dip waved, not even looking back as he headed down the street. Shaggy watched him go,
"Like, that kid seems really sad." Abigail blinked slowly,
"He really is." Standing up she yawned, "This heat is making me sleepy." she stretched, "I'll see you guys later." Heading off in the opposite direction she gave a small wave to Buttercup and Shaggy. Buttercup pocketed her sandwich, much to Shaggy's surprise.
"I think I'm gonna head out too. Gotta get to class, or else Sensei's gonna bitch me out. See ya, Mr. R." Shaggy waved as Buttercup knelt down next to Scooby and nuzzled hand under his chin, "I'll see you later too, buddy." Scooby grinned and ran his large pink tongue over her face. Laughing she stood up and turned around. Shaggy watched her walk off and turned back to his ham on rye.
"Hmm… What a strange little town, eh Scoob?" Scooby gave his body a shake and jumped up into the chair and shrugged. Shaggy laughed softly, "Well we've made our bed, might as well sleep in it." the two shared a laugh and sat back in the dwindling summer heat. Throwing down a ten for the food, the walked back to their new house.