It was a sunny morning in Burbank, California. Scrappy was pacing around the lobby at Warner Brothers headquarters. He muttered angrily under his breath "Why is it me that gets thrown to the curb huh?! They can't handle greatness I assume! My uncle Scooby should put in a good word for me.." Scrappy was in the middle of another rant about how ever since his inclusion in Scooby-Doo happened, he's been nothing but a forsaken character in the Hanna-Barbera universe ever since.