Everyone, It's...JOSHDD!
Announcing a new, contemporary, action-packed, beaming book. More like a story, entitled, 'Shenanigans.' FINALLY.
It's wonderful how much support I'm getting so far on my other story, 'Left Isolated' and yet, here I am commencing a new story! It's just for every one of you, and I must say, I'm pretty excited myself to see if yous will like it or...love it! Here are all the guidelines, relating to this story:
1. Every chapter will accommodate 4500 words.
2. This story contains 9 chapters.
2. If you grasp any suggestion within you relating to this story, please answer via reviewing or PM-ing me.
3. Please no negative reviews, though, if you're not content with something, e.g misspelled words, contact me, and I'll make it preferable.
4. Any questions answer via reviewing or PM.
5. I do NOT by any circumstances own the PAW patrol.
Let's get on with it! Filled with excitement, eh? I admit, I am too.
Shenanigans.
'Shenanigans. Shenanigans. Shenanigans.' It's all Marshall could ponder over. He couldn't do anything, he was helpless to see his friends disorderly, lacking organization, in-front of the Lookout. Chase knocked down the flowerpots, by the lovely cut lawn that Ryder mowed. The flowerpots, of course, wasn't ON the lawn, it was by it, on the pavement beside the lawn. Rocky, somehow managed to somehow destroy the wagon. Skye, by accident, had carried dirt after her and it was all over the lawn, disgracefully. Rubble, by accident, tripped over the wagon and messed up the design of the lawn, there being bits and bits of dirt covered in. Zuma, was running after Rocky, but then tumbled down, injuring his paw.
Marshall was usually the trouble-maker. I wouldn't say "trouble-maker" but more like clumsy. His clumsiness, constantly got in his way, disregarding him, causing Marshall to trip over things, break things, or even worse, hurt his friends. Marshall was standing there, staggering, helpless at what his friends are doing. He was usually the only pup who done these things, but looked like everything converted, slightly a bit. Marshall was standing there, when he didn't even know the definition of "Shenanigans". It's what Ryder told him earlier on, when they caused enough trouble already, including Marshall. But, for some odd reason, all the pups were disregarding what Ryder had to say, disregarding his advice more like, excluding Marshall. Marshall wasn't causing any trouble at the moment, he wanted to inform Ryder right away, so he can stop this foolishness. But Marshall was standing there like a stature, like someone freezed him with a freeze-ray gun. He was greatly startled.
Ryder, at the moment when the pups were all laughing, got outside of the Lookout. Zuma saw the look on his face, the disappointing look. Zuma pretended he didn't observe or notice Ryder, he went ahead with what the others were doing.
Marshall, suddenly saw Ryder and sprinted to him as soon as he considered Ryder. Somehow.
"CHASE! ROCKY! ZUMA! RUBBLE! SKYE!" Ryder shouted in annoyance. The pups immediately sprinted up to him, and they were a little concerned about him.
"Ryder, are you okay?" Rocky asked, wanting to make sure everything was. Marshall was standing next to Ryder.
"Does it look like I'm okay, Rocky?" Ryder questioned, Rocky whimpered a bit, silently, though. "Pups what did i tell you all earlier on?" Ryder challenged them. The pups were bewildered but Marshall wasn't.
"You told us about shenanigans." Marshall said, proudly. "And what does it mean?" Marshall added at the end in confusion. The pups looked at Marshall with their head twisted, two of them chuckling at the amusement of it. Marshall didn't find it funny at all, so did Ryder.
"This is no time for fooling around, pups. It's serious. And Marshall great question." Ryder said. Chase rolled his eyes at Marshall. "Shenanigans means secret or dishonest activity or manoeuvring." The pups were puzzled, as they had no clue of what Ryder just said. "Let's put it to you this way. Silly OR MISCHIEF." Ryder stated, angrily. "THIS means shenanigans." Ryder pointed out at the rubbish on the ground all over the lawn, the odds and ends. The pups had their ears lowered the whole time. "I can't believe...this nonsense i'm dealing with you, pups. I thought I had trust in you."
"Ryder, sir, but we-" Chase was interrupted by Ryder.
"No buts, Chase."
"But-"
"Chase! What did i just say?" Ryder questioned in disbelief. Chase lowered his ears and whimpered. "I'm seriously disappointed in you pups."
"I'm sorry, Ryder." Marshall said. Ryder was surprised that Marshall didn't do anything, and yet, he said sorry. It's like he said it for them.
"Marshall didn't do any shenanigans and yet, he says sorry. Why can't you ALL be like Marshall?" Ryder enquired. Rocky, along with Zuma shrugged. "Pups, i never get mad at any of you. And it's really hard to. It's not like there is no rule that says, "you'll face the consequence". I deliberatly hate getting angry with you pups. It's actually my worst fear...of losing you."
Zuma stepped forward and revealed his injured paw to Ryder. He whimpered a bit. Ryder sighed and held Zuma's paw in his hand. He examined it a bit but didn't call Marshall in to do his job, he determined to do it on his own. "Okay, i'll deal with this." Ryder said and let go of Zuma's paw. He signalled for Zuma to follow and he obeyed. But Ryder didn't vanish until he said his last words to make them clear to the pups. "Make sure the lawn is spotless, pups. I don't want anymore shenanigans from you, pups. Or any mischief going on." And with that said, Ryder went with Zuma up the elevator and so it arose.
"Okay." Chase began. He had his uniform on, along with the others as they were all summoned by Ryder to be prepared for a mission earlier on. "I'll guide you all, in which direction to follow. Let's haste." Chase said, seriously. The pups shrugged and followed him, hoping the place would be spotless fast. Nobody was really in the mood of cleaning up. But when you mess things up, there's always has to be a spotless floor or ground.
'Shenanigans. Shenanigans. Why can't i stop thinking about that word?' Marshall questioned to himself. No interrogation was needed, though. The word was cemented in his brain, and for some odd reason, he couldn't forget about it. Marshall knew, that sooner or later, he would mess up too, just like the others did. He needed some time.
Ryder put a bandage around Zuma's paw so he could recover faster. He then went down the elevator with Zuma.
"No more shenanigans. Got it?" Ryder enquired.
Zuma nodded. "Thanks for the bandage, Wyder." He replied as he ran outside to play with the others. Ryder sighed. He didn't want to punish the pups. He thought of that word for a second, and he began to feel bad for them. They were just pups, not adults. They were growing. Developing into adults. There was still alot of time to it. Ryder still thought they had to face the consequences if they caused more trouble to themselves than Adventure Bay. Ryder didn't like the word "consequences", especially when using it on the pups.
Ryder stepped out of the Lookout and went outside when he bumped into Chase on the way.
Chase gulped. Ryder knew something went wrong again and he decided to fix it before it got worse. He knew it from the look of Chase's face.
"Chase. Tell me what the situation is now. Fast."
"What situation?" Chase mumbled under his breath. But it wasn't inaudible enough as Ryder heard it clearly.
"Chase! Don't tell me you don't know anything because you do. Don't lie. Truth will always be the right answer." Ryder reassured him as he waited patiently for a response after.
Chase couldn't hold it in. He needed to tell. And he could. Right here. To Ryder. He was going from side to side until it slipped out, unexpectedly. The words from his lips slipped out.
"It was Rocky and Rubble! I didn't want any trouble, Ryder. They got me into it, too. I'm so sorry, Ryder. Please don't punish me-"
"Chase, slow down! What happened?" Ryder was staring at Chase.
Chase took a deep breath and tried disregarding Ryder. Ryder rolled his eyes and made an attempt to convince Chase to tell him the truth.
"Chase tell me." Chase sighed and knew he wouldn't win this one. He took a deep breath once more and answered.
"Rocky and Rubble..."
Chase told Ryder everything about how Rocky and Rubble attempted to help Zuma's injured paw, but acccidentally they somehow broke something beside Zuma. A valuable vase. Ryder was holding that for special occasions. Chase knew now that Ryder was gonna be really angry again but he really wasn't. That confused, Chase, alot.
"The vase?" Ryder ran out and saw a broken vase clutched in Rocky's paw. There were two parts of it. Half of it. One in Rocky's paw and the other in Zuma's. Ryder sighed and walked up to them. Rocky and Zuma were ready to face the consequences for breaking that valuable vase but instead they weren't punished at all. "Pups, clean this up. I'm sure it was just an accident...just...clean it." Ryder walked inside the Lookout, a bit depressed. The depression that Ryder had was for the pups. They were continually disobeying him and he thought he might've done something wrong, or someone was telling the pups to mess up? Nah, It couldn't be. Ryder sighed once more before heading outside. "You were just trying to help. I get it. But be more aware of your surroundings next time, pups." Ryder reassured them, before heading off somewhere.
"We've been causing enough damage already, dude." Zuma said, to Rocky. Rocky nodded but then hesitated.
"You mean, enough trouble, right?" Rocky responded, a bit confused with Zuma's answer.
"You know what I mean." The two pups walked inside the Lookout.
Skye, Marshall, Chase and Rubble were all having a conversation, yet suitable enough.
"Shenanigans." Chase said, pissed off. Marshall rolled his eyes and started talking.
"Yeah, Chase. Shenanigans." Marshall said, looking at Chase. Chase now made eye-contact with Marshall, who already formed a word on his lips. "Ryder is just trying to protect us, so we'll be...what's that new word that i learned again? Hmm..." Marshall thought hard and recalled it when Ryder explicated the definition of the word Marshall remembered. " Oh, yeah. Ryder's trying to keep us from invulnerability." Marshall said, proud with his answer. Chase and Skye both, rolled their eyes. Rubble just nodded.
"Look who's talking now. When he didn't even know the word 'shenanigans'." Chase said. Marshall lowered his head.
"Just...tryin' to help." Marshall said, knowing he hadn't complete authority of his group, not even Chase, but Ryder.
"Chase, don't be harsh..." Skye said. Rubble nodded, not even speaking a word.
Marshall frowned and looked at Chase in annoyance. "Don't worry, Skye. I'm sure Chase has better things to do. Right, Chase?" Marshall questioned, Chase glared at him. Marshall glared back.
"I...don't like the sound of this." Rubble finally said. It was Skye that now nodded.
"Don't worry," Chase assured them. "No squabble will occur. I'll try work things out. And also." Chase looked at Marshall. "Sorry 'bout that, Marshall." He then walks inside the Lookout, seeing what Rocky and Zuma were up to.
Skye looked at Marshall who looked quite confused. She sighed and began speaking anew. "Don't know the word 'squabble' right?"
"Yep." The Dalmatian responded, then tried taking back what he said, but determined to go with it. "Does it mean an argument, or something...?"
Skye nodded. Marshall said a 'yes' to himself, that Rubble heard. It was audible enough, not too.
"Well, I sure don't know what Chase is talkin' about all the time with complex. But here I am, knowing what he's talking about." The Dalmatian grinned, after saying that, Skye and Rubble owed him for making them laugh. It was hilarious, really. "Well, I hope there's no trouble no more...or I'd be capable of fear." The Dalmatiam then ran inside.
"Huh?" Both Skye and Rubble said, quite confused. They then determined to go inside, to join in with the other pups.
Once getting inside, Chase spoke. "Alright, pups. We have to think of something good, something not too bad, not too worse, and absolutely not nervous about it." Chase walked in circles, thinking of something, admirable to say. That's when it struck Marshall.
"I know, let's make a rule." Everyone turned and looked at Marshall, excluding Skye and Rubble as they were already. "Like a rule, no accidents or anything similar." The Dalmatian said, proud. The pups nodded, all except for Chase.
Chase walked once more in a circle before answering too. "Wait...I know." The pups now looked at him, including Marshall. "What if we make a rule! Like no rule, without any accidents involved!" He said, really content, suggesting it. Marshall thought, either Chase was disregarding him, or he pretended he didn't hear him. The pups rolled their eyes at Chase. "What?!"
"Dude, that's what Mawsha-" Skye covered Zuma's mouth.
"Actually, that's a great plan, Chase." Skye turned to Marshall and winked, so Chase wouldn't observe or perceive. Marshall apprehended it. He knew Chase said it as a joke, or to look more intelligent in-front of them. Ske looked at Chase and rolled her eyes once more, before looking at Marshall. "So, what's the saying?"
"Should there be a saying or just a rule?"
Chase then answered. "We have the authority of the rule. We invented it. Actually, to be more clear, I invented it." Marshall rolled his eyes. Chase noticed, and quit talking. "You know what. What if you, Marshall, make the rule?" Chase said, knowing at some stage Marshall would fail. He got ready to burst out laughing.
"Fine." The Dalmatian took a few steps back, so everyone can get a good view of him. "Okay, I was thinking...a saying is good." Chase chuckled once, before Skye prodded Chase hard. She glared at him. Also Marshall. Chase apologized quietly, before looking at Marshall once more. "Okay, something like this?" He exhaled and began his speech. "No shenanigans, as that is wild. Something naughty, something doughty..." Chase chuckled.
"Too long." He stated. Skye prodded him, this time more harder. Chase squealed a bit, causing the pups to laugh.
"Let Marshall speak." She says, rolling her eyes at him.
"Okay. Maybe Chase is right." Marshall said. Chase looked at Skye with a sympathetic look that wanted to display his braveness. Skye rolled her eyes again. "But not fully." Skye this time looked at Chase with a sympathetic look. Chase frowned and attempted to disregard what was situated. But determined to just go against it, so he'll know this 'rule'. "Alright, we pups of Adventure Bay, display no shenanigans, because that's just happenings. We disobey, we pay, cause that's the rule!" Marshall looked at everyone. They nodded, sympathetically. Marshall said a 'yes' to himself, before Chase walked up to him.
"Nice work, bro." Chase said, hitting Marshall's shoulder playfully. "Okay, we'll try to NOT do no more shenanigans." Everyone cheered. Ryder then walked out of the elevator which startled everyone in panic when mysteriously the elevator doors flung open.
"Duuuuuuude..." Zuma said, frightened.
"Sorry if i scared you pups." Ryder apologized. "So, what was the cheering about?" He enquired, converting the subject.
The pups shrugged and each one dashed outside which left Ryder confused. "Well, that was weird. As I appeared." Ryder added the last thing, humorously before heading back on the second floor, to which the elevator rose to Ryder's expectations.
The pups were outside, preparing to do what they can, to repay Ryder back with what they done that drived him angry. Zuma first spoke, coming up with an idea.
"Maybe we could set up like a sign or something...to decowate the Lookout." Zuma suggested. Chase shook his head, unfortunately.
"Nah. Too party." He said, looking at each of the pups, attempting to see if any of them came up with something good. Then ultimately at Marshall who ultimately came up with a plan. "Marshall...anything?" Chase asked, trying to not give up hope.
"Yep. What about each one of you say sorry to Ryder in front of him."
Chase raised an eyebrow in confusion. "And you?"
"What? I didn't create any shenanigan." Marshall admitted.
"True. He's right. We should just confront Ryder and tell him." Skye said. "No arguments or anything similar." The pups nodded and for once, Chase agreed too.
"Okay. That's final that." He said, walking with the pups inside. They actually bumped into Ryder inside. "Hey...Ryder, sir."
"Hey Chase. Hey pups. What's up?" The pups sighed, and each by one walked up to Ryder and said sorry.
"Sorry, Wyder." Zuma said, firstly.
"Sorry, Ryder," Skye then said.
"Sorry for the trouble." Rocky said.
"Sorry, Ryder. I'll assure you it won't happen again." Rubble reassured him.
Chase looked suspicious to Ryder. Ryder raised an eyebrow and Chase sighed. He walked forward, and lastly said sorry. He also gave an apologetic look after.
"Sorry, Ryder, for the shenanigans we've been causing. We'll attempt to not proceed any futher delays or shenanigans." Chase explicated. Ryder grinned, and patted Chase's head and turned to the others, who were still a bit worried.
"I forgive you, pups. I must say, I'm impressed." Ryder said.
Ryder was impressed. He wasn't exaggerating. He loved his pups, and wanted to bring no harm beyond any of them. He wanted to protect each one of them. And, though, he knew something bad might occur again, he didn't really know the answer to that but decided to disregard his thought and instead let his sentiment take over happily. He was content the pups actually apologized without Ryder tell them, excluding a few hours ago...when he did.
"Thanks, Ryder." Skye said, ultimately doing a back-flip with a grace.
"Well, what are you up to now, pups?" Ryder asked, crossing his arms. Surely, he defined as an intelligent, high-spirited boy, but this time, he meant no shenanigans. Definitely no gambling either. The pups had no idea what was next. Ryder considered, then replied. "I have an idea. Maybe, each one of you should try help a person in town. See if Mr Porter needs to carry any vegetables, fruit or whatever to his restaurant." Ryder looked at his watch. "Yep. Around this time, he should be back with food." Ryder said, "And see if Mayor Goodway needs any help, or Katie, or Alex, or Cap'n Turbot." Ryder paused. There was still a million other people he could name, but that would take forever and it was nonsense. Verily, more like one hundred. Alot of them, though, were not in Adventure Bay. A few in Foggy Bottom, and even is Rolling Town, that was situated on a map, opposite direction to Foggy Bottom. These three towns were neighbours. Foggy Bottom and Rolling Town were neighbours of Adventure Bay. Rolling Town was extended now, so was Adventure Bay, but not as much. The largest town would be Foggy Bottom, followed by Adventure Bay, then Rolling Town. "So, pups, check what they have in-store for you." That's when Ryder walked off, unexpectedly.
The pups walked out, then Marshall got in-front of them, and began speaking. That annoyed Chase a bit, as he was usually the commander of them. Constantly, actually. But Marshall wanted to try it out now. No harm done, though.
"Okay. Rocky and Zuma, you two head to Cap't Turbot and see what he's up to and of course, no shenanigans." Marshall decided to say it, when Ryder didn't even bother saying it. Or he forgot? "Skye and Rubble, go to Mayor Goodway and see what she's up to. Again no shenanigans." Marshall repeated, quite serious.
"What about me and you?" Chase asked, a bit impatient.
"I was getting to that. Me and you go to Mr Porters to see what he has in-store and if we can manage to help him." Marshall this time, didn't say it anymore. The pups were content about that, including Chase. They got into their rigs, throttling it, they hit the road, blistering.
Marshall and Chase arrived at Mr Porters restaurant in a minute, as it was so close to the Lookout, just like the other buildings. They bounded from their rigs and expected Mr Porter to have a box of vegetables in his grip, to carry them into his restaurant. But they guessed he wasn't here yet, and that's when they saw Alex.
"Alex!" Marshall exclaimed, running up to the 6 year old boy. Alex was also elevated to see the two pups, he also ran, but too fast as he crashed into Chase and Marshall who were running up to him, and they fell to the ground in an instant. Chase got up dizzy.
"No shenanigans." He said, quite silently, and then fell down again. He may have been hit, but not too bad. Just like Marshall who was already on his feet.
"Right." Marshall replied, helping Chase get up and then looked at Alex who was so excited to see them. "Well, I'm pretty astonished myself to see you so hyper today, Alex."
"I had three chocolate bars, and one cake!" Alex exclaimed, explicating why he was covered in frost on his lips and around them. "Though, grandpa advised me not to eat it, but I disobeyed." Alex sighed. "I'm an awful grandson." Alex gave up hope, and leaped down, falling on his buttocks.
"That's okay Alex." Marshall reminded him.
"Speaking of Mr Porter, where is he?" Chase enquired, wanting to know the answer, of course.
Alex thought hard and came up with an answer. "There!" He exclaimed, pointing with his finger on the road, came a van with Mr Porter driving it.
"Thanks." Marshall thanked him. Alex nodded, accomplishing his task. The two pups ran up to the van, then the door opened, Mr Porter walked out, amazed to see Marshall and Chase sitting there, also content to see him.
"Pups!" Mr Porter exclaimed. "How are my two favourite pups?" He asked, as he said it, he walked to the back of his van, and grasped a box in his hand, 1 metre by 1. He showed no struggle. Seeing himself not struggling, he decided to lift a second box full of vegetables up, but this time, unfortunately, he did struggle, and lost balance of one box and it fell to the ground with the vegetables spilling over the floor. "Usually Alex would be the person knocking over my vegetables, I had too much hope apparently." Marshall, Chase and Alex helped him pick the vegetables up and set them inside the box. After accomplishing that task, they had another one. Now they had to help Mr Porter with the other visible boxes inside the van, waiting to get hold of.
Skye and Rubble arrived in-front of the town hall, and seeing Mayor Goodway, they howled and made their way over.
"Hello, Skye. Hello, Rubble." The Mayor greeted, grasping a purse in her hand, along with her 'purse-chicken', Chickaletta, in it. The pups smiled and Skye began talking. Rubble noticed the perimeter of the Hall was all clean, maybe Mayor Goodway had no chores to hand to the pups. Maybe, they were fortunate, after all. But they still needed an answer.
"Anything to help you with, Mayor?" Skye enquired, smiling brightly at the mayor. She smiled back, and answered.
"How kind of you to ask." The Mayor looked around, she was, of course, aware of her surroundings. Nothing seemed misplaced but spotless and in-place like on all occasions. "It's my privilege to be here of course, myself..." She giggled. Skye and Rubble looked at each other, perturbed. "So..."
"Well, everything seems tidy, we'll be on our way now." Rubble interrupted the Mayor, advancing to his rig but Skye ceased him.
"Actually, there's something I need you two to help me with. If you're interested in..." The Mayor pointed her finger at them, quite nervous, but not rude. Rubbled sighed, and Skye wanted him to behave, after all, she now wanted to follow the new rule, mentioning 'no shenanigans'. She nudged him and he answered Mayor Goodway.
"Sure, we have nothing better to do..I guess." Rubble suddenly felt a bit dizzy but ignored it and considered. Yep, he needed this. For Ryder. He decided to go with it. Go with the flow, is what Ryder told him before, not that it was important, or was it? The two pups followed Mayor Goodway.
The Mayor got into her blue car, her passenger being her purse-chicken. Skye and Rubble guessed her 'helping paws' wouldn't need to be used here and instead in a different place. The two pups got into their own rigs. Skye into her copter, and Rubble into his bulldozer. They then followed Mayor's car, anticipating the ride wouldn't be too far away but they wanted to help. After all, they were on patrol duty. That's their name. PAW 'patrol'. None of the pups ever found out what 'PAW' would stand for. Either, maybe 'pups at work' or 'pups and wagging'.
Mayor Goodway drove her car through the road, following the outskirts of Adventure Bay, then, suddenly halted at a house. It's bricks were yellow. It wasn't followed by a terrace, so that was fortunate as the owner didn't have to collide with one of its neighbours. The house was painted yellow, the bricks were yellow, it has two windows, a red door, a post, where mail was delivered, a small, lovely cut yard in her front-yard, and no visible car. It had a pipe running from the top to the bottom, and a ladder at the side of the house, unexpectedly. What was a ladder doing there? Someone can rob it. But Adventure Bay was knowing for its most pleasurable, nicest town there is. There were no thefts, no robberies, no nothing, as long as it had harm or money, nothing that valuable was stolen. There was never a recorded robbery in Adventure Bay, same goes for Rolling Town. There were many in Foggy Bottom, however. The only bad thing about this house was, that there was crumpled paper everywhere, bits and bits, newspaper. It looked filthy, no clean-up was required. But now there was helping paws, fortunately.
"Who lives here?" Skye asked, she and Rubble bounded from their rigs, as Mayor got out from her small car. Skye was inquisitive. It looked like it to Mayor Goodway.
"A friend of mine. She's on holiday, and I explained to her I'd clean out this for her." Skye glared at Mayor Goodway who chuckled once before continuing her 'speech'. "Well, more like, pups would clean it up. Pups, who would get a reward for cleaning it up at the conclusion of it!" Mayor announced, happy for coming up with that one. That seemed to make Skye and Rubble content as they both cheered and immediately got to work. They needed to earn their reward. In the end, that was gonna be a hard-working day.
Rocky and Zuma arrived just in time at the harbor. Just in time, because Cap't Turbot returned just now. "Rocky! Zuma! How are you two? How's it going?"
"Good, dude." Zuma said.
"Perfectly normal, Captain." Rocky said.
"What can I help you with?" He asked, offering to help if they needed it. But it was actually the other way. Did he need help?
"Actually, Captain tuwbot, what can we help you with today?"
"Oh." That was his response but then he grinned, coming up with an idea. Possibly some work for the pups. "I've got some work for ya. Fishing." He said. Rocky wasn't so sure about this, despite his fear of water, calling it aquaphobia, either Zuma. The pups wanted more. That's when Cap't Turbot still had something to say. He hadn't finished yet. "Also, a reward to my helping hands! I mean...paws!" Captain Turbot corrected himself, the pups howled in agreement. But that howled concluded, once Cap't Turbot opened his mouth again. "Squid jerky!" He declared, pulling one out of his right pocket. Zuma and Rocky were disgusted in sight. Cap't Turbot was disappointed himself, but saved another one for himself. "Well, more for me!" He said, and gave Zuma and Rocky both rods, and they climbed into one of his flounders and they began fishing.
Well, did you expect that? Hope you enjoyed this chapter! And the next one, commences on the 22nd Of March. Third Chapter commences on the 27th Of March. Fourth Chapter, well that's actually enough explaining that! So, look forward to them!
Also, don't forget to leave a review and I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! Was it enough? Or more? Any suggestions are available. Thanks!
DON'T BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR ANY SHENANIGANS!
JoshDD