My Favorite Mistake
Chapter Three: California Dreamin'
Genre: Alternate Universe
Summary: This is the alternate origin of how Scooby and the gang met.
Scooby Doo and the Gang belong to Hannah-Barbera. The rest belongs to me. Also I don't know much about what's going on in 1968 so bear it with me, will you?
~Shaggy's POV~
Like, I never agree on moving to Coolsville in the first place. I'm more comfortable living in San Fran with my friends, the so-called hippies and like, the so-called beatniks. But my dad got a decent police job at his hometown of Coolsville. Like, after King's assassination[1], chaos broke out across America (including San Fran) and like, after that my Pop just about had it and start get a job in a smaller community. The only family member who still living in San Fran is my older sister, Maggie, who went to college there, probably the first woman in my family who ever went to college. (Author's Note: Remember, this is the '60s!).
" Norville, you want some more flapjacks?" My mother said from the kitchen, serving breakfast for me, Pop and my little sister. " Or some bacon?"
I shook my head and said no thanks to Mom as I slipped a couple of bacon strips underneath the table where my dog and best friend, Scooby Doo is.
Scooby has been, like, my permanent companion ever since I was about 14 years old. At that time, I was pretty lonely, so my parents gave me Great Dane to keep me company. The owner who sells the purebred Great Danes called him, Scoobert Doo. To me, I find the name pretty geeky, so I nickname him Scooby Doo after I heard Frank Sinatra's Stranger in the Night[2]. To my surprise, Scooby seems to like Sinatra, too. At times, he always say stuff like "Scooby Dooby Doo", which I find it funny.
I know this sounds a bit mushy but, he's always been there for me and I always been there for him. The best part about Scooby is that he could talk or at least in my mind.
" Norville, honey, hurry up you're going to be late for your first day of school." Mom said, giving me my lunch bag. I quickly grabbed the lunch bag and kissed her on the cheek. Mom never get use to me wearing facial hair. " Oh, honestly honey, since when are you going shave that off." Then, like, I answered when pigs have wings, which Mom got a good laugh at it.
Facial hair became a problem for Mom, but she's and Pop became very liberal about me growing my hair out. My Pop said that the Beatles can do it, you can do it also. But, I don't care about that stuff.
" You better shake a leg, son." Pop said, grabbing his briefcase and coat for work. " Otherwise, you'll make a bad impression on the track team."
I'm not into sports that much, but I like, do enjoy running. It's like meditation only with your legs moving. People said that when I run it's like I'm running away from someone... or something like that.
I heard someone honking their horn outside our house. It's must be Linda Dinkley and her little sister, Velma. Like, Mom and Pop told me that Linda is going to show me around the school and the town.
I walked out the door along with Scooby by my side. We looked up and a Volkswagen Beetle printed with cute little flowers around it, like, I assume it must be the Dinkley Sisters, Linda and Velma.
While we walked towards it, I poked my head into the car and saw two pretty brunettes in it. One of them who is in the driver's seat is a tall and beautiful girl about my age with long, straight dark hair, glorious doe-like eyes and curves that don't stop. She is a true hippie princess- no, a true hippie goddess. She must be the most, like, foxiest chick I ever lay my eyes upon. She smiled at me as if she hitting me like a 2x4. I turned to the other brunette who is sitting in the backseat. The other brunette is the, like, polar opposite of the hippie goddess, like a bespectacled, freckled petite with a bobbed haircut, and a orange cowl-neck sweater.
" Like, hello, ladies." I said in a good-natured manner. We exchanged our hellos as I let Scooby into the beetle.
" Dude!" The tall brunette said. " You're bring a dog to our school?" I sighed as Scooby lowered his head in shame. Boy, I do pity the poor fella. You do, you know how much of a drag being a dog is?
I asked the tall chick if they also don't like, allow dogs into the school. She nodded and said, " 'Fraid so, man."
Then, for a few short minutes, I quickly gave a pep talk with Scooby-Doo about that he'll have to wait 'til after school to join me. Like, I know it's harsh, but I make it up to him- 2 pizzas will do the trick!
Afterwards, I heard the tall brunette honking her honk! Zoinks! That's scares me half to death. I quickly get into the beetle as fast as I can. " We better a getta move on, guys!" Tall brunette said, starting up her engine. " We don't want to be late for school."
As we rolled off the road, I quickly realized that I didn't catch up the Dinkley Sisters names. Which sister is Velma and which sister is Linda? I turned to the tall brunette who is driving the beetle and asked what's her named. " It's Linda, but you can call me Liberty." I glanced at her and smiled, in a sorta goofy way. Liberty, like, what a groovy name for a foxy lady!
" And I'm Velma Dinkley." The younger brunette said as she smiled at her in a affable way and took out her hand.
I turned to her and smiled. She's quite cute, in a cookie-cutter brain-queen sorta way. I took Velma's hand shake on it. " I'm Norville Rogers."
Like, I'm getting this vibe that this is start of a radical friendship.
Author's Note:
It's weird to think like Shaggy! It's more weird to talk in 1960s lingo!
[1]The assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. in April 4, 1968, sparks rioting in the major cities of America.
[2]"[Fred] Silverman immediately flew back to Los Angeles that night. While listening to the earphones on the flight back, Silverman was relaxing to Frank Sinatra singing Strangers in the Night. The phrase 'Scooby-dooby-doo' struck Silverman so much that he went back and said 'We'll call the show Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? and we'll make the dog the star of the show.' And with those words Scooby-Doo was created with the other characters supporting him."
-The History of Scooby Doo
http://www.yoinks.com/history.asp
Shannon Hughes
sr.hughes@worldnet.att.net
Me? Obsessed? Nah!
Next Chapter: I Can't Get No Satisfaction (Daphne's POV). You can tell I'm naming the chapters after songs of the sixties!