Chapter 2

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-

A hand slammed down on the clock sitting on a small nightstand next to a lava lamp. The hand retreated back to its hiding place underneath the covers of a messy bed in the middle of an equally messy room.

"Like… yawn… five more minutes…"

"REEP! REEP! REEP! REEP!"

The annoyed beatnik again slammed down on the clock to silence it, only for the beeping to continue on. Further annoyed, a set of tired, sleep crusted eyes peeked out from under the covers and examined the button again, not finding it stuck or anything. Now, even more annoyed, the sleepy figure in the bed draped his hand behind the nightstand and yanked the cord. Which did nothing to silence the thing. Sitting up in bed, both hands on the dreaded clock, Shaggy was just about to hurl the thing in the trash bin across the room before noticing a certain talking dog imitating a certain alarm clock.

"REEP! REEP! REEP! Rime to ret up Raggy!"

A chuckle managed to escape Shaggy as he stretched his lanky limbs.

"Like, thanks for the wakeup call old buddy old pal. Now come-on, let's grab some grub!"

With that, the dog rushed downstairs as the teen bounded out of bed and began throwing on a pair of bell bottoms and an extra baggy green V-neck sitting in a pile on the floor of his room. Quickly glancing in the mirror, the beatnik did his best to comb his cow licks down, but he still somehow managed to leave his hair in a relative shaggy state.

'Oh well, that IS my nickname. Might as well stick with it!', the beatnik thought as he stroked the patch of chin fuzz that made up his small goatee.

"Man… I really thought this thing would grow out some more", he thought outload, before hearing a bellow from Scooby downstairs that breakfast was ready.

"Like save some for me Scoob!", Shaggy yelled, hurriedly running down the staircase and heading towards the kitchen.

Seated at the table was three people; Scooby Doo, who was already chowing down on the two-foot-tall stack of pancakes in front of him, and his little sister Sugey, who was eating a normal sized bowl of cereal. Pulling up a chair, Shaggy grabbed a helping of pancakes and turned towards his sister in between bites.

"Like, where did Mom and Dad go?"

Sugey glanced up from her cereal, grimacing slightly at the pancake stack her brother was consuming.

"Dad, like, had to go in early for something at the station, and Mom needed some groceries for dinner tonight"

Shaggy hummed in response before shoving another pancake wad in his mouth.

"Like, thanks Sugey!"

Sugey grimaced a bit.

"Shaggy, it's Maggie now, ok? Sugey was, like, my toddler nickname"

"Whoops, like, my bad sis. You cool with taking the bus today?"

Sugey, I mean, Maggie, gave her brother a look.

"I mean, yeah, like I've been taking it for a few months now. I kinda now how it works now"

Shaggy raised his hands in defense.

"Ok, like I was just checking is all, you know, just so you don't miss it or anything!"

Maggie glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing the time.

"Um, doesn't your bus come in like a minute?"

Nearly giving himself whiplash, Shaggy looked at the clock and his eyes widened.

"Zoinks! Like, I gotta go!"

With that, the beatnik leapt from the table and started sprinting out the door. But not before Scooby stopped him.

"Rait Raggy, your rag!"

The Great Dane held an old worn out back pack in his mouth, sitting directly in front of the door Shaggy was going to run out.

"Like, thanks old buddy old friend old pal"

Shrugging on the bag, the hippy practically jumped out the door and over the porch before running to the bus stop on the other side of the street. He could see the yellow bus pulling up to the corner and gave a sigh of relief as he realized he would make it. But not before a blaring beep made him turn around, and he nearly had a heart attack a second time that morning.

Shaggy narrowly leapt out of the way as a light blue panel van nearly hit him right there in the street. Landing in a ditch in a neighbor's lawn, the trembling beatnik risked a peak onto the road, where he saw the van driving away in the distance. Along with the bus he was supposed to be on.

"Hey!"

Leaping from the ditch, the beatnik sprinted after the bus, which was starting to get further and further away each time his foot smacked the pavement.

"Hey! Like, I'm here! Wait!"

Author's Note

Poor Shag. I was inspired off of that one scene in Rio for the beginning of this chapter. Also, Shaggy's younger sister Sugey/Maggie is roughly in eighth grade (and kind of growing to dislike her odd brother, but not flat out hating him, sort of like a rebel teenager or something) while Shaggy and the rest of the gang are in their junior years.

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