Of all the shitty luck, this had to be some of the worst luck Shaggy has ever had. To fall in love with a literal alien. This whole detour to Roswell, New Mexico, after the Mystery Machine broke down had sucked.

But this was the worst part. He doesn’t even care that this girl is an alien, all things considered. He cares that he’s never going to see her again, that Scooby is never going to see her dog, Amber, again. Fred put a hand on Shaggy’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “Hey, you guys okay?”

Shaggy lifted his head to look at the blonde male with a soft sigh. “Like, we’re just completely destroyed, that's all.” “Yeah, 'restroyed'.” Scooby added despondently.

Fred frowned and gave Scooby a comforting pat on the head. “Aww I know, but you'll get over it.” “Yeah, but it's gonna take a long, long time.” Shaggy said sadly.