My Favorite Mistake

Chapter Five: Eight Days A Week

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?

~Scooby's POV~

Bored, bored and bored. What kind of a dummy who invented school so they could take Norville away? Or even never allow dogs in the school. I was laying down on Norville's bed, look up to the alarm clock. 3:00 PM. School's out. But that won't make feel any better. Norville promise Frank (Norville's pop) that he will stay after school for track meet tryouts. So, I have to wait even longer for Norville to come home. What a drag.

I looked around the room, the walls are empty and the room is filled with cardboard boxes that we have to take from San Francisco. In one of those boxes that looked through is a few Detective Comics with Batman and Robin, a couple of Amazing Fantasy with Spider-Man. I remember the time when Norville read it to me and make up some of the adventures by himself to make the story more exciting than ever.

Boy, things were better back at San Francisco. We have the best times together over there. Everything is so exciting and free in there. Not like Boringsville, USA! In San Francisco, there's a fire hydrant in every block! In Coolsville, there's one in every three blocks!

I heard a car parked near the side of the house. I walked to the window and saw a the same Volkswagen Beetle that I saw a this morning. It must be Linda and Velma's. I looked at the window and I was right. It was them.

I heard the doorbell and Jean (Norville's mom) went over to the door to open it. I can still heard Jean talking to the girls. Remember I'm a dog? Are you excepting a cat?!

" Hello, girls. Where's Norville?"

" Norville's still at school, going for track." One of the girls said in a sweet alto voice. " Anyway, he asked us if we want to take his dog to the school, like, you know, for support and stuff."

" Scooby-Doo's is upstairs. I'll go get him." Jean said as she and the girls' heads upstairs. I quickly and faced the door.

The door open and the first thing I saw is two girls, one tall and pretty and the other one is plain and petite. Not sure about the tall girl but I like the short girl. She's looks so cute when she smiles at me.

" Aww!" The short girl said in admiration. " Isn't he cute!"

I blushed and giggle after she said that. Well, most people I think I'm adorable, but- yeah, cute is a good word for me. " Aw! Shucks!"

" Jinkies, this dog can talk!" The petite girl crouched down and pets me on the head. " He must be a really smart doggie!" Then, I got comfortable and lay down to the ground as she rubbed my belly.

" Come on, Velma." The tall girl known as Linda said, pulled Velma's sleeve. " We're going to be late, and we will probably regret it if Norville didn't make it."

Later, outside of our new house, I quickly entered the backseat with Velma while Linda is up front on the driver seat.

" You know, Scooby." Linda said as I looked at her doe-like eyes from the rear view mirror. " I hope you're exciting as we are to see Norville again."

Owner? Yeah, right! Unlike most dogs in this world, Norville is more than just an owner. He's my best friend in the whole wide world! We've been together more than the Tim and Lassie (Eat your heart out, you guys!). We shared everything together from food to comic books to well... you get the idea!

" Hey, Scoob." Velma said. Strange though, no one called me Scoob before. Anyone except Norville. " After Norville gets into the track team, lets celebrate by a feast at the malt shop near Rocky Point Beach! Sound exciting?"

Did she say malt shop?! " Reah!" I nodded faster as a bobble-head doll and licked her face until her glasses is all wet. Velma giggled as she rubbed my head.

Maybe this town isn't so bad or boring after all!

TBC...

I know it's lame chapter, but it's so hard! I just don't know how to be one with the Scooby! Or think like the Scooby!

Maybe, I need some Scooby Snack to think like him!

I am one with the Scooby, I am one with the Scooby, I am one with the Scooby...

Next Chapter: Respect (Fred's POV).