Well, guys, I'm stuck on one story… namely because I've become filled with inspiration to write two—count 'em- TWO new stories! (Don't worry, I will update eventually)

This story comes from an idea sent to me by the author, Mr. Cartoon, who thereby deserves this first shout-out. Thanks dude! Enjoy!

And of course I don't own any cartoons, so lets get on with it.

d~b

Director Flanagan stared down at his desk, eyes boring into the dark-green fabricated mat that rested upon it, covered with pen-holders with the chain-attached-pens out, the scattered paperwork, the pictures of loved ones, and a cup of coffee. But his gaze wasn't focused, glazed more likely, for he was lost in his thoughts… and had no way out. In front of him lied a contract that his boss, L.B. Mammoth, had brought up during their latest discussion that morning… and it involved the risk of his career.

"I'll give it to you straight, Flan." Mammoth had told him. "Kids these days aren't getting into the new shows these days- too much conflict about parental discretion and mature material, and half of the shows we've aired haven't been staying on U.S. television networks too long, and a lot of people on the Youtube site- as I've heard- prefer to have the old shows back on,"

"So, why not just rerun the old shows, then?" Flanagan asked, recalling how most of the old shows were, and still are, remembered fondly… and even had the ratings soar back in the early days.

"The newer generation won't take to them, I'm afraid." Mammoth pulled down a projection screen, as the projector popped up on Flanagan's desk, and he clicked the remote, showing a picture of several young kids of all ages sitting in a room, watching old cartoons. "It is shown that 19 out of 20 kids find them to be bland and tacky, those 5 and under being the only ones who are actually entertained."

"Well, that should be enough, right? There's a lot of young kids out there who would love those shows, and I'm sure the parents would even be glad to see them on again…"

"It won't be enough to help the ratings. …Listen, Flanagan, you're a great guy, and you've had several ideas for shows and movies and spin-offs, which is why I'm coming to you first-hand. We need something that's new, but still has that old-school touch. Something that's both hip and retro, but also has some good morals. Something that's both for kids and adults of all ages, which can go on for seasons!"

Flanagan gulped.

Mammoth arched an eyebrow, the projector and screen disappearing. "You DO have an idea, don't you Flanagan?"

"Oh, yes sir! Of course!" he lied, sweat dripping down his face.

"Good… otherwise, this company's sunk- and your job's going down with it." Mammoth then pulled out a golf set and put a golfing hat on. "Well, I'm hitting the green for the week! That should give you plenty of time to put our next big hit on the screen, right?"

"Um, yes sir… and plenty of time to spare!"

"Good, have fun with it!" Mammoth walked out the door… but poked his head back in. "Oh, and Flan, keep in mind- if it doesn't take off, it'll cost your career. …Toodles!" And he was out the door.

Now, Flanagan was shaking his head, covering his face as he tried to hold back sobs. "I'm sunk…" he groaned. How could he write up, produce, and air a new show in just a week? It was impossible! "I might as well resign my position now… there's nothing I can do…"

*knock knock knock!*

"Seventh circle of Hades, come in."

The door opened and in walked a well-known cartoon, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers from the well popular Scooby-Doo series (which one, it doesn't matter, considering there has been several)… accompanied by two other characters from underrated shows: Flip Chan from The Amazing Chan Clan, and Pugsy from Fangface. "Like, hey, Mr. Flanagan! How's it going?" Shaggy asked.

Flanagan had his face planted on his desk in despair. "Need you ask?"

"Hey, what's with the gloomy face?" Pugsy asked.

"Yeah, you look down in the dumps," Flip pointed out. "Is something wrong?"

"Is it ever… Mr. Mammoth told me I only have a week to put a new cartoon on the air, otherwise I'll lose my job!" Flanagan answered, flaying his arms in the air. He began pacing wildly. "I haven't had this much trouble since the producers started a heated discussion about keeping Scrappy Doo in the newer spin-offs!"

"Yeah… he's still a little bitter about that 'villain' role they gave him in our first live-action movie," Shaggy commented, rubbing his neck.

"I'm telling you, boys, this is just too much for me. I can't lose my job, it took me a lot of work to get this far… but I can't just whip up a new series in such short time!" he frantically gripped Pugsy by the shirt, shaking him. "I can't handle the pressure! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!"

"First of all, GET A GRIP." Pugsy snapped, gripping Flanagan by the shoulders, pushing him back into his chair. "Second… I believe there's a way we can help each other out,"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, sir, we didn't just come up here for a visit. We want to talk business," Flip added. "You see, Shag's tired of all the spin-offs he had to do with his gang- they all want a break, but he wants to do something different,"

"Right. And Pugsy's show only lasted maybe two seasons- barely since the last 16 episodes were aired with the Plastic Man series," Shaggy put in. "He wants another chance on the screen,"

"Yeah, and Flip here hardly got much of a debut of his own- and it was hard for him to locerate any by sharing a show with eleven other siblings," Pugsy said, thumbing at Flip. "So we configured there might be something we all could do,"

Flanagan sighed. "Oh no… what?" he asked, bracing himself for the idea to come.

"Simple," Shaggy then pulled out a stack of scripts. "We'd like our own show, starring the three of us,"

"The three of you? But what about your other gangs?"

"They'll get their share of the spotlight, but since the three of us were either the sidekick, a minor role, or just the butt of the joke, we figured we could have our chance at stardom." Flip said.

"The what of the joke?" Pugsy questioned, giving Flip a dirty glare.

"It'll be great, boss! I'm pretty well-known, so everyone will recognize me well enough to see what the show is about; Pugsy's the tough-guy who's always getting harassed, so most teens will like to relate to him; and Flip will help bring out the kid-friendly plot-points- it'll be a success!" Shaggy proclaimed.

"Plus, we already spent a month writing up the scripts, so you might as well hear us out at least," Flip put in, patting the stack of scripts.

"So, what do you say?" Pugsy asked.

Flanagan looked at the scripts, then at the cartoons. Their suggestion sounded crazy… yet at this rate, he was desperate. Sighing and rubbing his temples, he leaned back in his chair. "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

d~b

Next Chapter: The guys introduce their first episode… this shall be interesting.