Young Scooby-Doo
Rike!
What?! You little mutt! Come back here!
Scooby
Oh!
Bring back my gyros!
Hey, watch it!
Scooby
Excuse me. Pardon me. Whoa!
Hey!
Scooby
Sorry!
Bone-headed pooch!
Scooby
Ruh-roh!
Dispatch! I've got a stray dog on a tube of compressed meat. [Scooby hops over the cop and rolls off while he gives chase on his bike.] I repeat, we’ve a grand theft gyro in progress! Hey! Slow down!
Huh?
Scooby
Yikes.
Hey!
Zoinks! Like, slow down, dude. [He puts on his earbuds and gets out his cellphone. He activates a Backstreet Boys song, Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely, only to realize it was a mistake. He then switches to Three Dog Night’s One is the Loneliest Number. That didn’t do good either. Then, to Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton. None of the songs were helping the boy. So, he switches to a motivational podcast hosted by Ira Glass. As the young boy walks...]
Hello, I’m Ira Glass. Welcome to another episode of my new podcast. Friends. Who needs ‘em? You do. This week’s challenge: put yourself out there. When the hand of friendship is offered to you, take it. You can do it. Now go. Make some friends.
Scooby
Excuse me! Coming through!
Scooby
Phew. [Just then, the same boy Shaggy walks in and stops at the sand mounds.] Huh?
Make friends. Check. [Soon, he makes a picnic with the sand mounds, now fitted with seashells for eyes and sand mouths. He grabs himself a sandwich as he starts to make conversation with the pretend friends.] Nice to meet you, Shelly and Sandy. How was your day? Oh, you want me to start? [Scooby started to listen through.] How polite, Sandy. Well, I told my mom I was meeting my friends at the beach, so if she asks, this technically counts as a playdate. But it’s all good. I like eating lunch by myself. [becomes sad] And hanging out by myself. And playing ping pong by myself. I lose a lot of balls.
[Shaggy looks sad. Scooby looks worried. He knows what it’s like to be alone. With a determined expression, he decides to get out of his hiding place. The puppy shows his face to the boy behind the sand mound. Shaggy looks up and notices in shock. They yelped at each other then blinked and stared. Shaggy sees that he’s staring at him. He then pushes his sandwich toward the puppy. He walks to him.] I got to warn you. It’s got gummi worms, tater tots, and ketchup leather. [Scooby was confused.] I know! No liverwurst. It’s not like me to forget the protein. [Scooby gets an idea. He walks away...] Yeah, I get it. Nobody likes my sandwiches. [...and returns with the gyro.] Whoa!
Mm. Is that peppercorn?
Scooby
Sand.
There you are! [They yelp and Scooby leaps into the boy’s arms. The officer had found Scooby at last.] This mangy stray's done enough damage for today. He's coming with me.
He's not a stray.
Is he your dog?
He is, like, totally mine. [to Scooby] If you wanna be.
Scooby
I'd like that very much.
Okay, then. What's his name?
Scooby
I don't have one.
His name's... [As he tries to think up a name, he looks down on a box of Scooby Snacks and gets an idea.] Snacks.
What?
Scooby
Snacks?
Uh, I mean... Scooby!
Middle name?
Dooby?
Last name.
Doo.
All right. If the dog has a middle name, there's no punishment for damages or theft. I don't like it, but them's the laws. Well, have a good day, sir. Mr. Dooby-Doo. [gets on his bike and pedals off. The two laugh.]
I'm Norville, but everyone calls me Shaggy.
Scooby
Raggy.
No, it's Shaggy.
Scooby
That's what I said. Raggy.
We'll work on it.
[The two fist-bump.]
