The sun lit up the sky, shining onto a city in a bay. The city was called Adventure Bay, and it shined in the light of the sun for the people and creatures waking up. A certain Chocolate Lab was trying to ignore the light, only to be woken up by a grey mutt.

"Come on, Zuma! You don't want to miss breakfast," the grey dog tried to wake him.

"Zuma," Rocky whined trying to get Zuma to breakfast, "I won't leave you alone until you wake up. I might even get Skye to help."

"Fine," Zuma walked out of his orange pup house, "but I'm only doing this because I know you would stick to youw wowd."

"That's what best fwiends awe fow," Rocky laughed a bit to himself as he tried to talk like Zuma.

Zuma and Rocky walked together to where Ryder was filling the food dishes for the pups. All the others were already there as Rocky walked to his bowl between Skye and Chase while Zuma between Rubble and Marshall. Before Zuma was able to dive into the food, all the pup tags flashed with a message.

"Paw Patrol, to the lookout," Ryder's voice was heard from the tags.

"Ryder needs us," the pups shouted in unison.

Zuma ran to the elevator, but he wasn't the last one. Marshall was running behind, but he tripped on a water dish. Marshall tumbled in while the contents of the water dish dropped on the hydrophobic Rocky.

"Yuck! Wet," Rocky tried to shake off the water resulting everyone else in the elevator to get wet, but it luckily helped Zuma wake up a bit better.

"Sorry, I was was just curious to water you up to," Marshall grinned and the other pups laughed.

The elevator brought them up to the center where they had locker rooms. They quickly got into their gear, Skye then pressed the button to continue up the elevator where Ryder was waiting for them with the mission. The pups jumped to their spots in front of Ryder.

"Ready for action, Ryder, sir," Chase said as he does every mission.

"Paw Patrol, we have an emergency," Ryder started as the screen lowered behind him to show graphics of what he's saying, "a fire has erupted in the woods, and we need to put it out before it gets too big."

"Oh no! We must hurry," Marshall yelped as he knew how bad wild fires can get.

"For the mission I will need," Ryder pressed the picture of Marshall's pup tag and Rockys pup tag, "Marshall, I need you to use the water canon on your pack to put the fire out. Rocky, I need you to use the hose on Marshall's fire truck for more water, when the fire is out you both would go through the ashes to make sure the fire won't start again."

"I'm fired up," Marshall said his catchphrase.

"Green means go," Rocky said his catchphrase after Marshall.

"Ryder pressed the picture of Chase's tag, "Chase, I need you to make sure citizens and campers stay clear from the fire zone with your megaphone."

"Chase is on the case," Chase said his catchphrase.

"Ryder then pressed the picture of Skye's pup tag, "Skye, I put a scoop on your helicopter, I need you to use it to scoop water from a river and attack the fire from above."

"Lets take to the Skye," Skye did a backflip after she said her catchphrase.

"And I will also need," Ryder pressed the picture of Rubbles tag, "Rubble, I need you to make fire breaks and shuffle at the ashes after so the fire stays out."

"Rubble on the double," Rubble said his catchphrase.

"Alright! Paw Patrol is on a roll," Ryder said and he went down the pole and the pups went down the slide, except one.

Zuma sat where the Paw Partol left him acting excited until the last pup went down the slide. As soon as the vehicles were leaving, he watched them and sighed as they disappeared from his sight.

"Anothew day, anothew mission…I'm not pawt of," Zuma sighed to himself.

Zuma knew he could've been able to help them; he could've been the pup with the hose. Rocky got more jobs than him anyways and is hydrophobic. Right now wasnt really the time to get jealous though. It was nice that Rocky was able to get out on the field anyways. Zuma walked to where his untouched food was left, but when he bowed his head to eat some food, he decided against it. Everyone else's bowls had no food left except Rocky's. His still had crumbs left over after his quick breakfast before the mission.

Zuma frowned and walked to his pup house, gripping a chew toy in his teeth and making it squeak as he sat in his pup house. He squeaked it at the speed of a sarcastic applause as the squeaking satisfied his boredom, but not completely. He preferred to have a friend or two left with him during missions so he had a buddy to talk to.

Zuma knew he had to do something fun or else he'd go crazy. He stepped out of his pup house, keeping the squeaky toy in his mouth to amuse him. He made a run for it away from the lookout, and headed to the beach. It was empty due to the people's curiosity in the fire and what the Paw Patrol is doing about it. Zuma dug a surfboard out from under the docks where he preferred to keep his. It made travel much easier for the pup. As soon as he got it out, he made sure it was in good condition, which it was, as always.

The surfboard was pushed in the ocean with the pup getting on it as soon as the water was deep enough. Surfing was a pass time for Zuma when he felt lonely. To him, it was like a meditation session without all the 'ohm'-ing. It calmed him, and it kept him close to the water which he basically lived in, if he wasn't forced on the land. The waves passed under his surfboard as he relaxed for a bit on it. He lifted up the sail as it wasn't just a surfboard. The sail caught some wind, and the pup went against the waves, howling as the speeds the winds brought. He stopped and he smelled the air; smoke. The air had shifted and the smoke was blowing in his direction, getting very thick, very quick.

Zuma gagged on the air around him as the wind kept pushing the smoke towards him. He slipped off the board into the water, but without his gear, he was unable to have scuba gear to breath. He began to swim to the surface, but when he came to breath, his lungs were filled with smoke and enough oxygen to keep him going. He then heard a voice familiar to him, that he heard as he was going under.

"There's someone in the water," Ryder's voice was loud, that was when Zumas tag lit up, but he was helpless and unable to answer.

Zuma quickly kicked his legs, but the smoke in his system burned in his body. He barely made it to the surface, but this time he only felt smoke and little oxygen enter his body.

"Wyder," Zuma shouted, but he was not heard because his voice was raspy from the smoke and quiet.

Zuma thought as his life depended on it, because it did. As an idea formed he pulled off his tag and put it on his board. He set sail to land, but he was unable to get on otherwise the smoke would overtake his lungs, and most likely result in death. A wave came over him, pushing him into the water. This time, his muscles were too weak to kick him to the surface. He never thought he would have a watery grave.

He began to close his eyes as he heard the surface of the water being broken as someone dived for him. He felt an arm grab around his body, and pull him to the surface of the water. Zuma was shaking still because death still felt close and the water was cold, honestly he was scared too. All he could breath was smoke and he wanted to escape it.

"Zuma, Zuma. Come on, boy. You can beat this," Ryder's voice could be heard through Zuma's death daze.

"W-W-Wyder?" Zuma shivered as Ryder took him to land, which was where Marshall was waiting with the oxygen ready.

Marshall had Zuma's oxygen prior, and was able to put the mask over his snout while Ryder tried to keep him awake. Even with them trying to keep him awake, the pain was so much for the puppy. His body was already giving up on him, and he knew his fight would soon be over, with him as the loser. Even with Ryder and Marshall trying to keep him awake, he closed his eyes as the pain was taking over. The last person he heard was Ryder.

"Zuma, don't give up. Come on boy, please," Ryder's eyes were starting to water as Zuma no longer could hear him, "Marshall, we have to get him to Katie's, now."

"My truck is with Rocky. I can't get him there fast enough," Marshall frowned looking at his friend.

"Then I'll take him by ATV. I won't let him die without a war," Ryder said as he picked up Zuma's pup tag from the board that made Ryder run as fast as he could to save Zuma.

Marshall didn't argue with Ryder at this point. He knew that it was a life or death situation, and it was difficult on him. Marshall waited until the ATV was right next to him and Zuma before he took off the oxygen mask, and made sure Zuma could breath on his own. Ryder picked up Zuma with care, putting him between him and the controls. Ryder gunned the engine, and sped to Katie's.

Katie was inside preparing in case the fire got close, then she saw Ryder's ATV and ran out. As soon as he stopped she ran up to Ryder as he picked up Zuma and walked to Katie. She motioned him to come in and pointed at the table.

"When was the last time he was responsive?" Katie asked as she grabbed the oxygen mask and fit it on Zuma's muzzle.

"About five-ten minutes ago," Ryder answered as fast as he could.

"Sounds like a build up in his lungs," Katie said as she gave him a check up and turned on the x-ray, "if there's any reason I have to do something big, do you give me permission?"

"Yes," Ryder said as he trusted Zuma's life in Katie's hands, which was the only vet he trusted with his dogs.

"Looks almost like pneumonia, but it has a different consistency," Katie looked at the x-ray, "did he inhale water and smoke?"

"I know he was exposed to smoke, he almost drowned so I'd assume he would inhale some water," Ryder frowned.

"Okay, I'll work on him. You can continue on the fire," Katie said dismissing Ryder.

"Ryder walked out, but before he left he looked at Zuma, limp on the table. He never wanted his pups to get hurt, all he wanted was Zuma to be alive. Ryder got to his ATV and drove away quickly to the rest of the group.

It has been hours in emergency care, Zuma was looking better, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. With the hours of emergency care and coughing black, sticky crap from the smoke, it felt long and miserable for the pup. The fire was announced as extinguished only a few minutes ago, but the smoke still tinted the sky above, it also set a fog over Adventure Bay.

A sound of an ATV was heard as it got closer. Zuma weakly lifted his head when he head the ATV coming, but it wasn't the right sound. Katie even knew it wasn't Ryder's, and she grabbed Zuma and put him behind the desk with her.

"Zuma, stay down and be silent. I want to make sure their safe," Katie said, and Zuma obeyed due to his weak state.

An older girl, about 18, with blonde hair came into the building. She was in a black outfit, and her messy, unkept hair was tied into an even messier ponytail with black tips becoming lighter into her blonde hair.

"Hey, kid," the girl let a grin grow on her face, "I'm lookin' for the Paw Patrol, any pup."

"Well, they live in the tower, I don't have anything," Katie said as she pressed the button under the counter.

"I know you have a pup, the Chocolate Lab," the girl looked at Katie and stabbed a knife into the counter making Katie jump back, "I want it."

"Go away," Zuma jumped onto the counter and showed his sharp teeth.

"Aww, how cute," she laughed as she threw something that stuck onto Zuma's chest and made him pass out, "better, and as for you."

The girl tackled Katie tying her and even Cali to a chair. She grabbed Zuma, and roughly brought him to the back of her ATV, "hey, Ammé, Angel. I got the orange one," she said in her comm and she drove away with Zuma.