Disclaimer: The Scooby Doo characters belong to Hanna Barbara not me, used
without permission. the Weebl and Bob characters belong to Weebl
AN: To understand this better, do a search on weebl and bob on yahoo or google and watch the animations.. they are great!
Chapter One: Mystery and Introduction
Scooby and Shaggy were walking down the sidewalk, looking for a nice sandwich shop. It had been nearly half an hour when they had last ate!
"Help! Help! Somebody! Please!?" they heard a woman cry.
They were reluctant to see what the trouble was. Freddy, Velma, and Daphne were all away at a pie shop, so they would be on their own. Plus, they could see a sandwich shop up ahead.
"Come on Shaggy" said Scooby, with his usual 'r' sounding voice. (AN- you'll just have to imagine it- pptthh)
"Alright, alright" Shaggy replied.
Turning around the corner, they were met by a woman holding a rather large, empty pie tin. She was on the brink of tears. "Somebody, please help! Someone stole my pie!" she cried.
"A stolen pie!?" exclaimed Shaggy "That's an abomination! Scooby, c'mon, let's see what we can do. I'd hate to have a pie stolen!"
"Alright" said Scooby, in his usual 'r' sounding voice.
The walked up to the woman and introduced themselves. She wasn't the least bit shocked to hear a talking dog, but then again, no one ever is. She explained to them all she knew.
"Well, I made a pie for my family's Thanksgiving dinner, and I put it on the windowsill to cool." She indicated the low windowsill to her left. "Well, next think I know, I hear this strange music, and a rustling in the brush underneath my window, and the pie is gone!" She burst into tears.
Scooby and Shaggy looked at each other with tears in their eyes. No one should have to suffer such an awful loss. They agreed to take the case.
Shaggy started to question her. "First thing's first. Have you any ghost, ghouls, zombies, witches, butlers, rich old men, or strange beings seem overly interested in your cooking lately?"
She shook her head.
"May I check something really quick?" he asked. He wouldn't be fooled this time. He felt her face to see if it was covered with a mask.
Slightly confused, she slapped him, and he went on questioning.
"Have you any food?" He asked as his stomach growled.
"Why, yes I do." She replied, and headed toward the fridge. "How about an omelet-?" she froze. "I could have sworn I had two more eggs than this. I suppose not. well, how about a sandwich?"
Scooby and Shaggy ran towards the food, made two large 3 foot tall sandwiches and ate them in one gulp.
Shaggy remembered something. "What's your name, by the way?" he asked.
"I am Miss Margaret Smith. But you can call me Maggie."
AN: To understand this better, do a search on weebl and bob on yahoo or google and watch the animations.. they are great!
Chapter One: Mystery and Introduction
Scooby and Shaggy were walking down the sidewalk, looking for a nice sandwich shop. It had been nearly half an hour when they had last ate!
"Help! Help! Somebody! Please!?" they heard a woman cry.
They were reluctant to see what the trouble was. Freddy, Velma, and Daphne were all away at a pie shop, so they would be on their own. Plus, they could see a sandwich shop up ahead.
"Come on Shaggy" said Scooby, with his usual 'r' sounding voice. (AN- you'll just have to imagine it- pptthh)
"Alright, alright" Shaggy replied.
Turning around the corner, they were met by a woman holding a rather large, empty pie tin. She was on the brink of tears. "Somebody, please help! Someone stole my pie!" she cried.
"A stolen pie!?" exclaimed Shaggy "That's an abomination! Scooby, c'mon, let's see what we can do. I'd hate to have a pie stolen!"
"Alright" said Scooby, in his usual 'r' sounding voice.
The walked up to the woman and introduced themselves. She wasn't the least bit shocked to hear a talking dog, but then again, no one ever is. She explained to them all she knew.
"Well, I made a pie for my family's Thanksgiving dinner, and I put it on the windowsill to cool." She indicated the low windowsill to her left. "Well, next think I know, I hear this strange music, and a rustling in the brush underneath my window, and the pie is gone!" She burst into tears.
Scooby and Shaggy looked at each other with tears in their eyes. No one should have to suffer such an awful loss. They agreed to take the case.
Shaggy started to question her. "First thing's first. Have you any ghost, ghouls, zombies, witches, butlers, rich old men, or strange beings seem overly interested in your cooking lately?"
She shook her head.
"May I check something really quick?" he asked. He wouldn't be fooled this time. He felt her face to see if it was covered with a mask.
Slightly confused, she slapped him, and he went on questioning.
"Have you any food?" He asked as his stomach growled.
"Why, yes I do." She replied, and headed toward the fridge. "How about an omelet-?" she froze. "I could have sworn I had two more eggs than this. I suppose not. well, how about a sandwich?"
Scooby and Shaggy ran towards the food, made two large 3 foot tall sandwiches and ate them in one gulp.
Shaggy remembered something. "What's your name, by the way?" he asked.
"I am Miss Margaret Smith. But you can call me Maggie."