Okay, first of all, thank you for taking some time out of your life to read my story. I got this idea when I saw that they've made a Scooby-Doo movie on how the Mystery Inc. gang met, then I got to thinking… how did the other meddling kids gangs meet? So, I decided to answer my own question, starting with the one cartoon that really caught my attention: Fangface!

So, yeah. Here's the summary:

Why does Fangface always eat Puggsy, and why does he go crazy whenever he sees his reflection? How did Puggsy come up with his own vocabulary? Why doesn't Fangs and Fangface realize they turn into each other? …How did the gang meet in the first place?

Disclaimer: All Fangface characters belong to Joe Ruby and Ken Spears and Cartoon Network.

Prologue

The 400th Year

It was a rainy day as Kevin paced the waiting room of the hospital nervously, waiting for the doctor to arrive. His wife, Sally, had been in labor for almost an hour now, and he was wondering whether she -- and their about-to-be-newborn baby-- were doing okay. He kept glancing at his watch every ten seconds, wiping sweat off his forehead, and resuming his pacing.

Sally's two younger brothers, Andrew and Arnie, sat in a couple of chairs, fighting over a handheld game while their brother-in-law paced rapidly. "Chill out, Kevin," Andrew said, snatching the gaming device from his brother and holding him back, but addressing Kevin all the while. "Sally's doing fine."

"Yeah, Kev," Arnie said, grabbing the video game and having a tug-o-war contest with his brother over it. "She's just having a baby. How bad could it be?" A woman's ear-piercing, painful scream echoed down the hall, answering Arnie's question. It was no doubt the scream belonged to Sally. "Uh, never mind."

"I can't help it, you guys." Kevin said, finally sitting down and wiping more sweat from his forehead. "I guess I'm more than worried on how Sally is doing. I guess I'm nervous about becoming a father."

"What's there to be nervous about?" Andrew scoffed, kicking Arnie in the stomach and tugging the game free, using his foot to hold his brother back. "Having a kid is the best thing that could happen for a guy. This should be a happy moment for you! When your boy is born, you'll see what I mean."

"What makes you so sure it's gonna be a boy?" Arnie sneered at his brother, reaching for the game (and still being held back by his brother's foot). "For all we know, it might be a girl!"

"That shows how much you know," Andrew pushed his brother on the floor with his foot, resuming playing the game. Arnie got up and tackled his brother, and the two began wrestling for the gameboy. Kevin shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with embarrassment.

"You shouldn't be worried about whether it's a boy or a girl," An old, female voice came from across the room. The boys looked over-- putting their wrestling tournament aside-- and faced their grandmother, Silvia. "What you should be concerned about is whether it's human."

Kevin stared at his grandma-in-law, arching an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that, Silvia?" he asked, standing up and approaching the old woman.

"Please don't get her started," Emily, Sally's cousin, groaned. She too was pregnant, Kevin could tell, but she wasn't due for another couple months. "She keeps talking about some legend on how our family is cursed."

"It's no legend, my dear." Silvia said calmly, shaking her finger at the young woman. "It's the truth, whether you believe it or not."

"What's true? What legend?" Kevin asked impatiently, sweating again.

"Tell him, grandma! Tell him!" Andrew said excitedly. He loved it when his grandmother told them stories about their family.

"Yeah, grandma! Give him a heads up!" Arnie agreed, fixing his light-brunette hair and snagging the gameboy while his brother was distracted.

Silvia leaned back in her chair, looking at Kevin straight in the eye. "Do not be alarmed by what I'm about to tell you, my dear grandson, but be aware. For every four centuries in our family, when a new generation is added, the first baby of that time period will carry---"

"Carry the curse, blah, blah, blah," Emily scoffed, interrupting Silvia. "We get it, grandma! You don't have to make it sound so dramatic."

Silvia turned to Emily, glowering. "It's not necessarily a curse, dearie. …And I'd watch it, or else you might jinx yourself!" She pointed to the young woman's stomach.

Emily rubbed her tummy, glaring at the old woman. "Don't talk about my soon-to-be-baby like that!" She got up and walked away, toward the cafeteria it seemed. "I don't need this."

Silvia turned back to Kevin, who still stared at her with disbelief. "Don't mind Emily. She's pregnant. All pregnant women tend to get a bit moody… of course, you probably already knew that." Another one of Sally's screams echoed down the hall, as if proving her point. "As I was saying, the new generation of the four hundredth year of our family will carry the curse… of the werewolf." Thunder roared from outside, startling everyone except Silvia.

"Uh… what?" Kevin asked, blinking with confusion. "Sorry, I must've missed that. Did you say something about a werewolf?"

"She sure did!" Andrew exclaimed. "Born in the Fangsworth family--- our family-- every four hundred years!" he turned to his brother, snatching the game out of his hands. "Gimme back the gameboy, Arnie!"

Arnie tried to grab the game back, but his brother held it out of his reach. "Ah, forget it!" he sneered. "I'm going to open my own arcade someday anyway, so I don't need that dumb game. It's worthless anyway."

Andrew pushed the buttons with his thumbs, but the screen remained blank. "Hey, it's not working!" he looked in the back, noticing the game slot was empty. "The game is gone!"

Arnie held up the game key, smiling. "Told ya it was worthless… without a game in it!" Andrew tackled him, and the two started wrestling again.

"Knock it off, you two!" Kevin snapped at his two brother-in-laws, who grudgingly got up and sat in the chairs, far away from each other. Kevin then turned to Silvia. "And I don't want to hear about any more cursed-werewolf nonsense!"

"I wouldn't call it a curse." Andrew said, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "I think it would be pretty cool to have a werewolf as a son…"

"Or daughter," Arnie added, glowering.

Andrew ignored his brother. "Just think, if your kid is a werewolf, you'd have the best security on the block! No burglar would dare enter the house. Plus, they're super strong and super fast, so he---"

"Or she,"

"…Would be the ultimate athlete!"

"Unless an angry mob got after it, first." Silvia muttered.

"That's enough!" Kevin yelled, silencing everyone. "I don't want to hear one more word about this nonsense! Whoever mentions the words 'werewolf' or 'curse' is gonna---"

"Mr. Fangsworth?" A nurse asked Kevin, tapping him on the shoulder. "Come with me."

"What is it? What's the matter? Is my wife all right??"

The nurse smiled. "She's doing fine, sir. And congratulations… You're a father."

Sally lied in the bed, cradling her newborn baby in her arms. It was like yesterday she had married Kevin Ashton (though she preferred to keep her maiden name, not caring about regular marriage traditions), and now they had a son. The birth was excruciating, but she got through it, for the sake of the baby.

The door opened and Kevin rushed in, kneeling by her side in a second. Her brothers, Arnie and Andrew, came in next, racing to see the baby. Silvia and Emily came in last, giddy with delight to see the baby.

"How are you feeling?" Kevin asked her.

"Better than I was a few minutes ago," Sally said jokingly, smiling at her husband. "I'm fine, really." She looked down at her new son. "And this little angel just makes me feel better."

"She's beautiful, sis." Arnie said to his sister, smiling.

"Actually, Arnie, the baby's a 'he', but thank you anyway."

"Ha!" Andrew laughed in his brother's face. "I told ya so!"

Emily grabbed Arnie and Andrew's heads and bonked them together. "Ow! What was that for?!" they asked angrily in unison, glaring at their cousin.

"Shut up, you two!" Emily snapped silently. "You'll disturb the baby."

"It's okay, Emily," Sally said, rocking her son in her arms. "If he can handle hearing my screams, he can handle any noise."

"So, what are you going to name him," Andrew asked, rubbing the word 'him' in his brother's face with a grin.

Kevin looked at his wife, waiting for her response. She looked up at him, What shall we name him? her eyes seemed to ask. He smiled, It's your choice, his eyes replied. Sally looked back down at her baby. "Sherman. His name is Sherman." she replied.

The rain had cleared up that afternoon, giving the sun another chance to shine and warm the afternoon as Kevin and Sally arrived home with Sherman. They had set up a crib in the room next to theirs, having it sit right by the window. Sally lied her baby down in the crib as he stayed asleep. She and Kevin looked down at him, hugging each other and smiling.

"C'mon, now it's time for you to get some rest." Kevin whispered to his wife. "You've been through a lot today."

"Hold on," Sally whispered, walking out of the room and coming back with a video camera, setting it up on a shelf, focusing it on Sherman. "There we go."

Kevin chuckled. "What's that for? Are you going to watch his every move?"

Sally shrugged. "I don't want to miss a thing." She leaned over and kissed her husband, and they left the room, letting their baby get some sleep.

It was 1 AM when it happened.

Sally and Kevin slept soundly in their bedroom, exhausted from their busy day. The house was quiet, and only the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room disturbed the silence. The clocked chimed 1, but Sally and Kevin didn't hear it.

Sherman, however, did. He opened one eye, curious on what made the sound. He ended up looking out the window at some clouds that were clearing away, revealing the moon. Sherman stared at it, awestruck. Suddenly, a new feeling came over him. He suddenly wanted to get up and run (even though he didn't even know how to crawl yet) and he wanted to play as well. Then his vision got a little fuzzy… along with the rest of his body. The last thing the newborn infant remembered was the glow of the moon.

Sally sat up in bed. It was two minutes past one, and she had a bad feeling. Slipping out of bed and out into the hall, she walked toward the baby's room. Something doesn't seem right, for some reason… she thought. It was one in the morning, and Sherman was still asleep. Normally, she knew, baby's woke up at different times in the night. The clock chimed several times, that should've woken him up. Then again, she thought, she slept through the clock's chimes. But Sherman was a baby! The sound of a pin dropping should wake him up!

You're just exaggerating, she told herself. The baby's fine. He's probably just a heavy sleeper (taking after you). Just go back to bed and---

"Aaarrooooooooooooooo!" The howl caused Sally to yell with shock. What in the world…?! She thought, both shocked and confused. Kevin rushed out, hearing the howl as well. "Sally! What's the matter? What was that noise?!" he asked, his heart racing.

"I-I don't know!" Sally replied, shaking with worry. "I was just about to check on Sherman when--- *Gasp!* Sherman!!" With no hesitation, she and Kevin ran down the hall and into the baby's room. Nothing seemed to be disturbed.

"It must have been a dog outside," Kevin sighed, rubbing his head. "Let's head back to bed."

"But it sounded as if it came from in the room," Sally looked around, gripping her husband's arm tightly with worry. "And it didn't sound like any dog I've ever heard." She began walking toward the crib, pulling Kevin with her. "Let's just make sure the baby's all right, okay?"

"Okay," Kevin followed his wife toward the crib, where the moon shone. They quietly looked over, into the crib at their baby…

Sherman lied there, looking up at his parents and smiling. He held his arms up, urging his mom to pick him up. Sighing with relief, Sally gently picked up her son and cradled him in her arms, rocking him back to sleep.

Kevin chuckled. "You know, when I heard that howl, I was worried about that story your grandmother's story being true," he said.

"What story was that?" Sally asked.

"Something about a werewolf being born in the family. Pretty ridiculous, huh?"

Sally turned to her husband, a look of concern on her face. "What?! B-but-but, that couldn't be! I-I mean… no, no. It's impossible. It hasn't been four hundred years… has it?"

"What are you talking about?" Kevin gently grabbed Sherman out of Sally's arms, worried that she might drop him out of shock.

"What my grandmother said… about our family… our baby…"

"Oh, don't tell me you believe that crap!"

"But it's true! For centuries--- well, every four centuries, actually-- a werewolf has been born in the family. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true Kevin! It has to be."

"It is not! Your grandmother is insane for telling stories like that! What would she know about werewolves being born in the family? Has she seen any? Does she have proof?" Sally hung her head low in disappointment. "Listen, Sally, and listen good: there is no such thing as curses, let alone were---"

"The baby!" Sally gasped, pointing to Sherman.

Kevin looked down at his son. "What is it??"

"His eyes! They're all… swirly!"

It was true. Sherman, as his parents were arguing, took another glance at the moon, and his eyes began to swirl. Suddenly, he began to spin rapidly in his father's arms, and though he was shocked, Kevin was careful not to drop him. Sally just stood there, staring in shock.

Within seconds, Sherman stopped spinning… but he wasn't Sherman anymore. "Arroooo!" The baby werewolf gave a short howl, then looked up at his father, his tail wagging with glee.

Kevin stared at the werewolf, eyes wide. "Dear?" he finally said.

"Yes… Kevin?" Sally asked, just as shocked as her husband was.

"Could you… take the baby for a moment?" He held the werewolf out to his wife.

Sally cautiously grabbed the werewolf and held him in her arms. "Yes, dear. …Are you all right?"

"I think… I'm going to faint." With that, Kevin fell backwards, landing on the floor with a thud.

Sally looked at her son--- the werewolf-- wondering what to do. He looked back up to her, panting like a young puppy, and nuzzled against her shoulder. Okay… calm down, Sal. Sally told herself, petting her son. He's still your baby… just furry. "So, how did you change back last time, huh?" she asked the werewolf.

But the werewolf wasn't listening. He was too busy looking around at his new surroundings. He didn't get a full chance last time because his gaze had fallen upon a package of diapers with a sun on them….

…Which he accidentally looked at again. Next thing he knew, his vision blurred, and the last thing he remembered was his mom gasping.

Sally stared at Sherman after he transformed. She looked around the room, wondering what could have had him change back. Her eyes fell on the picture of the sun on the diaper package, then she looked over at the moon. When he sees the moon, he turns into a werewolf. She thought. And when he sees the sun, he turns back into a human. She held Sherman against her, making it so he faced away from the window as she walked over and shut the curtains, blocking the moon. She then put her son back into the crib.

"Now, get some sleep, baby." Sally cooed her son. "Mommy has to drag daddy back to bed to get some sleep, because we have a big day tomorrow." She grabbed Kevin and put one of his arms around her shoulders and held onto his waist, carrying him out. She turned back to Sherman, who quickly fell back to sleep. "Good night, Sherman." She then thought about the werewolf, knowing that he needed a name as well. "Good night… Fangface."

She didn't know how she came up with that sort of name for her werewolf son, especially since he didn't have a single fang yet (being newborn and all). It was just the first thing that came to her mind. She carried her husband back into their room and lied him on the bed, and she crawled in next to him. The parents of a werewolf. was the last thing she thought when she fell asleep.

A/N: And that's how Fangface was born. His mom sure seemed calm about it, I guess she was expecting it. Oh, well, guess we won't know until the next chapter. Please R/R, but no flames.