Prompts 1 thru 5 are now a single story.
Prompt 1: "I will turn this Patroller around!" Featuring: the McDonald's meme and a dad joke.
"Ryder! Are we there yet?" Marshall asked from the backseat.
"No, M-"
"We should stop somewhere, my tummy is hungry!" Rubble interrupted, his stomach growling loudly.
"Rubble, we ate this morning." Ryder said, turning his seat around as Robodog drove the patroller. He looked to the Dalmation. "No yet, Marshall, we should be home in a few hours."
Rubble whimpered, his tummy growling again. "Ryder! I'm hungry!"
"Hi Hungry, I'm Ryder." Ryder said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a few biscuits while the other pups laughed. "I only have three biscuits left, so each of you get half."
"Yay!" The pups all cheered as Ryder gave them each a biscuit half.
Chase swallowed his before licking his lips. "I'm feeling thirsty, do we have any water left?"
"Uh, hang on Chase." Ryder went to his bag and opened it, looking for his canteen. "Drat. I think I accidentally dropped it in the jungle after we saved Humdinger." He looked up at Chase. "Sorry pal."
Chase nodded. "It's okay Ryder. I'm sure Marshall has some water in his canons."
Marshall shook his head. "No, not anymore. I used what I had to help Ryder fix the radiator."
Chase nodded, deciding to stick it out. "It's fine, I'll be okay."
"Now that you mention it, I'm feeling thiwsty too.." Zuma said, panting.
Rocky nodded, laying on the seat. "Me too.."
Skye shook out her fur. "Is the AC on? It's really warm.."
Ryder shook his head again. "Sorry Skye, it isn't working. Remember? It blew along with the radiator this morning."
As Skye sighed, Rubble whimpered again. "Ryder.. Please.." He pleaded.
"Rubble, we're almost home-"
"Hey! A Goofy Goobler!" Rubble said excitedly, seeing the burger place in the distance.
Suddenly the pups all began to cheer, "Goofy Goobler!" repeatedly.
"Can we stop Ryder? Can we?" Rubble's eyes were so full of hope Ryder couldn't say no.
"Okay, okay." Ryder gave in, the rest of the pups looking at him with wide eyes.
The cheers got louder. But as soon as Ryder turned around, the fighting began.
"I want some nuggets!" Came Rocky's voice.
"Ew! Those are gwoss!" Zuma said. "I want a buwger and fwies!"
"Me too!" Marshall called, bouncing in his seat. "I also gotta go!"
"Didn't you go before we left?"
"No, I didn't need to!"
The yelling became so loud that Ryder became irritated as they neared the restaurant.
"Stop it!" Ryder turned to face the pups. "Stop arguing right now or I will turn the Patroller around and we will not stop for anything until we go home!"
The pups got quiet, Ryder having never yelled at them before.
"Okay. Raise your paw if you want burgers." Four paws. "Okay. Who wants nuggets?" One paw. "Kay. Zuma, what do you want?"
"Can I get a bweakfast burrito?" He asked, not looking at Ryder in shame.
"Alright." Ryder said. "Who has to go?" He asked, Marshall raising a paw. "Just you?"
Skye raised her paw slightly.
Ryder nodded. "Robodog, pull into the parking lot. Dogs aren't allowed inside." And he technically couldn't drive yet.
After stopping, Ryder and the two pups got out. The pups venturing a way away to the slightly wooded area for privacy as Ryder went into the resturant.
The pups returned before Ryder, the boy walking out with two bags of food. "Okay, here we go." Ryder gave each pup their food before going back inside, coming back out with an employee with large cups of water in two cup holder.
"Robodog, the bowls please." Ryder said, the robot bringing the bowls over. The water was poured into the bowls, the pups drinking with gusto.
Soon everyone was fed and watered, and they were back on the road. Not even twenty minutes later, Rocky's voice sounded from the backseat.
"Ryder? I gotta go.."
Ryder's ear twitched as Robodog pulled the patroller to a halt.
Prompt 2: "S/he's touching me!"
Ryder had finished making repairs on his ATV and was making his way in to the look out for a shower, when the cries of his pups were heard before he even reached the door.
"I am not!"
"Yes you awre!"
From the sound of it, Skye and Zuma were going at it. Just what he needed today.
"What's going on here, pups?" He asked, walking into the look out.
"Zuma keeps touching me!" Skye yelled, pointing to the aforementioned pup as the others were watching this and eating popcorn.
"I am not!" Zuma stood his ground.
Ryder held his hands up, to stop the argument that was already in full swing. "Okay! Okay, settle down. Tell me what happened." He walked over to them.
"I was just watching Apollo the Superpup when Zuma reached for the remote-"
"Were not! You wewe playing with your mouse toy so I decided to tuwn the channel to something else." Zuma countered, turning to Ryder after shooting down Skye's comment. "Dude, there was an extweme water spowts expo that I just had to watch and-"
"When I put my paw on the remote, Zuma pushed me!" Skye cut in.
Ryder pulled out his pup pad and pushed a button. A high pitched whistle sounded, making the pups cover their ears.
"Enough, both of you." He said, looking up from his pup pad before pulling up the camera footage and projecting it onto the television.
Skye was playing with Mr. Squeakers, Apollo being nothing more than background noise as she giggled while the toy zoomed around the pillow she was on.
Zuma walked in, and seeing her preoccupied, went to grab the remote beside her. That was when he slipped, his paw hitting Skye and pushing her off of the pillow.
"Huh. That's weird." Ryder said, zooming in on Zuma's paws. "Usually Marshall is the one who trips." He replayed the tape.
Zuma's paw connected with the rolling mouse, causing him to slip and push Skye off of the pillow.
The video stopped as Ryder turned to the two pups. "There, it was an accident. Are You both still angry?"
Skye shook her head. "No, not anymore." She turned to Zuma, "I'm sorry Zuma."
Zuma shook one of his paws. "Don't be, I should have been watching."
Prompt 3: "I had a bad dream."
Ryder was settling into bed, playing on his pup pad, wearing his pajamas with his slippers resting by his bed. There was a knock on the door.
"Ryder, sir? It's Chase. C- can I come in?" Came the voice of a timid sounding Shepard, not like how he usually was.
"Yeah." He turned the electric device towards the door and clicked a button. The electronic door slid open as he stood up. "What's up?"
It was then that Ryder noticed Officer Bear by Chase's paws. "I.. I had a bad dream.." Chase muttered, looking down at his paws.
Ryder had a look of understanding on his face, walking over to the pup and kneeling down in front of him. "It's okay, Chase." He opened his arms. "Come here." He didn't have to say it twice, as Chase jumped into his arms.
"I'm sorry.. I'm supposed to be the second in command." Chase said, snuggling closer to Ryder. "I'm not supposed to get bad dreams." He sounded ashamed, his false bravado of a trained policedog no where to be found, because in reality he was just a pup with a job that was often more than he could handle.
Ryder began to rock Chase gently, resting his chin on the pups head in the hopes of soothing him. "Says who? Bad dreams are natural." His fingers ran through the dark brown fur between the pup's ears. "I get them sometimes." He admitted, taking one hand off of Chase and using it to grab the bear.
This surprised Chase. "Really?" He looked up at Ryder. "What are they about, sir?"
Ryder laughed, placing the toy between Chase's arms. "Their mostly about our job, about what would happen if the rescues went wrong. But the ones that are the worst are the ones where.. Where one of you doesn't come back." His grip tightened on the pup.
Chase tapped Ryder's chin with his nose. "Don't worry, Ryder. We'll always come back."
Ryder smiled, resting his forehead against Chase's. "I know. Now, what was your dream about?"
Chase looked at the bear, but decided fair was fair. "It was, well.. The lookout fell and I couldn't find anyone and I was all alone.." Just like before, which was unspoken.
"It's okay, I've got you." Ryder said, realizing Chase's dream was like the ones he had. "Do you want to have some milk and biscuits before bed?"
"Can Officer Bear have some too? And can you tell us a story?" Chase asked, his tail wagging as he smiles.
Ryder chuckled, sometimes Chase was just as bad as Rubble. "Alright. But just one."
Prompt 4: "Daddy's/Mommy's home!"
The pups were playing tug of war, all were muddy as the grass was wet after the two day rainfall and they weren't exactly playing gently in the yard of the lookout.
Team one, consisting of Skye, Rocky and Chase were tugging to the left as team two, Zuma, Marshall and Rubble, were pulling to the right. It was a stalemate down the middle, when they heard the engine of Ryder's ATV pulling in to the drive way. He drove up the hill, a wagon on the back of his ATV with several paper bags of groceries and a large bag of dog food and biscuits.
The rope broke down the middle, both sides falling like dominos in the directions they were pulling. Rubble was the first to emerge from the pile.
He made a mad dash for Ryder, who was getting off of his ATV, running through puddles at high speed. "Your home!"
To say Ryder was unprepared for the muddy bulldog making a charge at him in happiness that preceded to jump up into his arms was an understatement.
"Oof!" Ryder fell back into the grass, his helmet still in as his face was getting a Rubble Wash by the pup's tongue. "Rubble!" He covered his face as he laughed. "Stop it! You silly muddy pup!"
Soon more weight and tongues were added, letting Ryder he was loved by the pups who were overjoyed that he was home. After cleaning Ryder's face with kisses, and dirtying his uniform good and plenty, the pups pulled off.
The smile didn't fade from Ryder, even after he saw the mud that covered his uniform to make him just as dirty as his pups. "Come on pups, help me get the groceries inside and I'll give you all baths."
He was met with five howls of happiness, and one groan, as it had been a long time since Ryder had given them baths.
"Come on Rocky, you too." Ryder said, a bag in hand as he looked at the pup.
Prompt 5: "Can you help me with my homework?"
Note: set after Marshall joins the Patrol.
Marshall sighed, missing the target with his canons again. "I can't get it!"
"That time you were really close." Ryder said, walking over to the small pup with a bowl of biscuits and a bowl of water.
"Really?" Marshall's tail wagged, because he was close. So close to hitting it, and his tail lowered when he realized he would never be able to. "I can't hit it. Chase and Zuma and Skye can already do so many cool things, but I can't even hit a target with this useless water canon!"
A jet of water shot out from the canon, hitting Ryder as he set the bowls down and soaking him. He just stayed there, taking it like a champ.
"Ah! C- canon, away!" Marshall called, recalling the canons into his pack. "I- I'm so sorry Ryder!" He apologized, his head ducking in shame.
The boy raised his hand. "It's fine, Marshall." Ryder said, wiping his face. "At least you hit something." He smiled, standing up back. "Take a break for a few minutes." He said, removing his vest and long sleeve shirt to reveal a white tank top with a paw symbol.
Marshall was confused, looking up from his bowl with a mouthful of biscuits. "Mm?"
"Tell me when your ready so you can practice on a moving target." He pointed to himself. Sure, he was going to get soaked beyond belief, but it was to help Marshall gain confidence. And that was enough for Ryder.