The noise of the Mystery Machine resounded on the road as you moved on to the next case. Fred was behind the wheel, with Daphne next to him. Back there, the bench was packed with you, Velma, Scooby-Doo, and Shaggy, as always. The atmosphere was filled with that familiar feeling of mystery about to be solved, but his stomach was more interested in something more immediate: food.

Without thinking twice, you took a chocolate bar out of your pocket and, when you opened it, the sound of the paper catching Shaggy's attention was instantaneous. You had barely started to take a bite when you felt the weight of his gaze. Slowly, you turned your head and there it was: the look. Those big, pleading eyes, huge like Puss in Boots, shining with hope and hunger. Shaggy didn't need to say anything, his face spoke for itself.

"Hey, uh... you're not going to share this, are you?" he asked, his voice wavering with a hint of desperate expectation.

You laughed softly, but before you could respond, Scooby-Doo leaned in, perfectly imitating Shaggy's look. "Roo wants a piece too!" said the dog, his expression equally irresistible.