Shaggy Scooby Doo Movies Novels & Stories

"Now be quiet and watch." Sarah connected the laptop to the large TV mounted on the wall. Her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, and then the screen flickered to life. I recognized my office immediately. The familiar desk. The bookshelves. The window with its view of the city. And then I saw myself, sitting at my desk, working on some papers. My hands started shaking. I didn't want to watch this. Didn't want to relive it. But I couldn't look away. The door to my office burst open on the screen, and Leandro stormed in. Even through the silent footage, I could see the rage on his face.

The sharp pain from my scalp had me holding my breath. “I’m not a bug, but your face is red. Are you hot… dog? Ha, ha, ha I make myself laugh. Hotdog, It’s perfect!” I had no words as the thing somehow managed to situate itself back on my shoulders now. Still holding my left ear, it smacked the back of my head so hard my vision blurred. “Ow, ouch! You little fucker!” I clenched my teeth as I spoke. “Gee whizz! Come on Scooby Doo. Try harder.”

"Let's go." I chuckle and pull her back. "Hang on, Shaggy, we'll eat in a little bit." "Shaggy?" "Do not tell me you don't know Scooby Doo." "Of course I know Scooby Doo! It was one of my favorite cartoons. So, please tell me you did not just call me a stoner?" "Because he's hungry all the time! I didn't call you Scooby!" "If anyone here is Shaggy, it's you! Do you not remember the plethora of snack foods you brought to my place last night?"