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Authors Note to the reader: This is a reboot of the Scooby Doo universe set in the modern era. We'll see how Mystery INC came to be and more details on characters and their background and their home town of Coolsville. So come along and join Fred, Velma, Daphne, Shaggy and Scooby as they begin what we all know will one day be the iconic Mystery INC.

Bloatman Presents:

ALL-STAR SCOOBY DOO

Chapter 1 – Queue The Music

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"Well Fredrick, it looks like all of your paper work is in order. Everything that is except for I don't see here where you've started a club." Principle Skimmer said, eyeballing Freddie's self-nomination for student class president.

"A what?" Seventeen year old Fred Jones asked in confusion. Freddie was sure that he'd filled out all the paperwork correctly and met all the requirements to fulfill his dream of one day being Class President at Coolsville High.

"A club, starting this year there is a new requirement that an electoral candidate for Class President must during his tenure at Coolsville High have founded one or more extracurricular clubs consisting of a minimum of four or more members." Skimmer answered.

Freddie's smile faded and his shoulders slumped. He knew the deadline for the electoral submissions was quickly approaching. He'd been holding off thinking that surely by now one of his fellow classman would nominate him, but that hadn't happened. So Freddie took it upon himself to nominate himself.

"Don't look so forlorn Fredrick, you still have three weeks." Skimmer reassured him, sliding the nomination submission back across the desk.

"Thank you sir" Freddie stammered as he collected his file folder and walked out the door.

Outside of Principle Skimmer's office, on a long wooden bench sat a young man, with an overgrown bowl cut of shaggy brown hair and a thin goatee. He was wearing a stained solid green shirt with unseasonably warm brown corduroy pants. A goofy grin plastered across his face.

"Like whoa man, nice ascot!" The boy said.

"Um, thanks." Freddie responded, reaching for the red accessory that was tied around his neck as he walked by.

"Norville Rogers. Come on in." Skimmer called from inside his office.

Shaggy gulped nervously as he got up and entered the office, closing door behind himself.

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What a twit. Velma thought. Every day she sat behind her neighbor Daphne Blake and listened to Daphne and Lisa Penali's conversation's about boys, parties, make-up, boys, popularity, fashion, boys, make-up, nail polish, boys and boys. Velma remembered a time when her and Daphne were much younger and they'd play together every day. She remembered the times when Daphne was smart and not such a twit. Velma remembered a time when they were best friends. Now, even though they still lived next door to each other and attended the same school and shared several classes, Daphne couldn't even muster so much as a "Hello" for a social outcast like Velma Dinkley who's thick bottle gap glasses and hand me down orange sweaters would be popular society suicide for Daphne. She couldn't even acknowledge Velma's existence.

As a Junior, Velma's 4.0 and academic merits had already earned her a full ride to Harvard upon graduation from Coolsville High and she couldn't wait to be gone. She couldn't wait for the days where she could forget about this crummy town and show the world that popularity wasn't everything. She knew that she was going to change the world someday. She was going to go places and do things, while all the popular kids here faded away into their lives of mediocrity, and she was going to shine bright as the stars. Just wait, they'll see! She thought.

"Ms. Dinkley? Hello, Earth to Ms. Dinkley" called Mrs. Pennwright from the front of the classroom. Velma had gotten so wrapped up in her fantasy of grandeur that she hadn't heard her teacher calling on her to answer the question.

Now Velma could feel all the eyes in the classroom on her. "I'm sorry. What was the question?" She asked and could her several muffled giggles.

"Ms. Dinkley, if not for your chronic day dreaming, you truly might be the perfect student . . ."

"Perfect? Yea, maybe on planet X!" Lisa Penali whisper to Daphne as she rolled her eyes at Velma.

Velma's anger flared. What I wouldn't give to slam her face into her desk, right now. Velma thought, her eyes burning a hole in the back of Lisa's head.

"Ms. Dinkley, the answer?" Mrs. Pennwright irritably asked.

Oh snap! I missed the question again! Velma thought as her face flushed with embarrassment.

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Gosh Velma! What happened to you? Daphne thought as she smiled at Lisa's joke. You used to be normal, well normal-er, before you hated everyone. Daphne felt sorry for Velma. She remembered a time when she thought that Velma was the coolest girl in the world. They used to play together every day. Their favorite game was make-believe. Velma's imagination knew no limits. She would always come up with different scenarios or situations that they'd play through and act out with Velma steering the course of the game as they went. But that was a long time ago.

That was before the bullying started. In third grade, the other kids in school picked up on something that Daphne hadn't noticed before. Velma wore the same clothes just about every day and on top of that had the addition of oversized, outdated glasses to boot. Daphne stood by her friend. Telling everyone that that stuff didn't matter but the other kids were unrelenting. Velma began to shut down on the inside, closing herself off from any "unnecessary" social events, like birthday parties, sleep overs and hanging out. As time went on, Daphne was pushed away too. Then after a while she just gave up on Velma. She couldn't remember the last time they'd even said "hi" to each other.

Turning from Lisa, Daphne blurted out, "Doyle's character Sherlock Holmes was inspired by Dr. Joseph Bell from when Doyle worked for him as a clerk at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary."

"Very good Daphne," Mrs. Pennwright said sounding almost surprised. "Glad to see some of my students are paying attention. Although next time I would like you to wait until you're called upon before you answer."

Daphne didn't look back but she could feel Velma staring at her in disbelief.

:::::Zoinks:::::

As Shaggy approached his family's run-downed single-wide trailer, he saw his Momma sitting on the porch. From the whooping and hollering and the sounds of the hard rock music blaring from the barn behind trailer, Shaggy knew that his Dad was drunk again.

"Hey Momma." Shaggy said a smile.

"Hi baby." She said in return.

"Is he at it again?" Shaggy asked.

"Yea and it's best that you just leave him to it. He'll come down sooner or later." Orlean Norville said. "I got another call from your principle."

"Aw, Momma. I didn't do it." Shaggy said in defense. "You know I don't smoke."

"I know but it's those friends of yours that you've been running around with. I've been telling you Shaggy, they're nothing but trouble."

"I know Momma." Shaggy said, easing past her.

"I made you a sandwich." She said. "It's your favorite, bologna, peanut butter and bell peppers!"

"Aw, thanks Momma!" Shaggy said racing to the fridge.

Once inside, Shaggy grabbed his sandwich and headed for his room. Sprawled all across his bed was Scooby Doo, Shaggy's brown Great Dane. "Hey there Scoob" Shaggy said and Scooby's ears perked.

Scooby's nose began sniffing the air, hunting for the new aroma that entered the room with Shaggy. "You smell it boy? That's right; Momma made us our favorite B, PB and BP sandwich!" Shaggy said handing half of the sandwich to Scooby, who devoured it in three bites.

"Ya know Scoob, you're my only real friend. You'd never go smoke and then let me take the blame for it, would'ja?" Shaggy said, petting Scooby behind the ears.

After he'd finished eating Shaggy asked, "Scoob, are you in the mood for a Scooby Snack? Yea, me too!"

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