A/N - Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers!

This is the first chapter of the first story in the reboots of 'Adventures' and 'Misadventures'. The stories will be posted in chronological order to avoid any confusion, a chapter a day until done. A whole month of uploads! There is also a poll at my profile, asking whether or not to erase the stories being rebooted - please leave your thoughts.

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It was another seemingly ordinary day in Adventure Bay and everyone was going about their business quite well. [There's something you don't see everyday.] And for one stray pup, that meant scouring for scraps to survive and locating shelter if the weather took a turn for the worse.

This pup was an albino Bernese mountain dog with all white fur, a bright pink nose and frighteningly icy blue eyes. He had no name; strangely enough, he did not want one. [Now applying no-name status to character. Wait, what?] He never smiled, let alone laughed; neither did he get angry. [At least he won't get upset at your blunders, Marshall. ... Sorry.] He could talk his way out of literally anything and then turn the tables on the other person, or pup, very quickly. He knew everything there is to know about interrogations, discussions and arguments, as he had learned from his now-deceased father, who was one of the best in his field. [I am sorry for his loss. Even though he won't show any emotions toward the apology.] But despite this, he never felt any bad emotions toward whatever interrogees he had – for that matter, he never felt any emotions whatsoever toward anything – because he really was kind and did many good deeds, however stoically. [But stoics aren't bad. ... We just established that, didn't we? I have a strong urge to shut up and relieve readers from my stupidity.]

Today was fairly normal, and he was getting along nicely, when he saw a chocolate Labrador windsurfing on the azure water. He knew who it was – Zuma – and he did nothing but call over the Lab to warn him about the danger posed by the sea. [That's not actually nothing. That could very well save his life.][Also, good decisions by the characters will be called "Plothills", and bad ones will be known as "Plotholes". Remember this for future reference.]

"Hey. Zuma. I want you to come on over here for a second," he said.

Bewildered as to how this dog knew his name, especially considering he didn't know his, but even more perplexed as to why this dog wanted to see him, Zuma surfed over to have a chat. [Zuma has clearly never been taught 'Stranger Danger'. That's a plothole.] Once there, he opened his mouth, but the mountain dog beat him to it.

"One: I know your name because you are part of a famous team. Two: I don't have a name, and three: I wanted you to know that those waters are really perilous, with plenty of powerful waves that can put a gash in a ship of steel." [Ouch. That's some powerful hydraulic action. I know I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.]

Zuma was caught off-guard by how the pup knew everything he was going to say, but didn't want to question it. Rather, he wanted to know more about this mysterious pup. [I'd call that a plothill. Always get to know people you meet.]

"What bweed awe you?" he questioned with his speech impediment. [For those of you unfamiliar with speech defects, this one is known as rhotacism. It turns 'r' sounds into 'w' sounds. But why am I telling you what it does when the sentence made it perfectly clear? I should shut up now. But I won't.]

"Bernese mountain dog," was the flat response.

"You don't look like those I once saw, dude," Zuma wondered aloud.

"That's because I'm a sort of "victim" of albinism. It's the condition that prevents melanin from being produced." [I had to do a bit of research on this one because I couldn't remember if Bernese mountain dogs could be albinos. I'm stupid. All animals can be albinos. I think. Ah, more research to be done.]

"What's –"

"Melanin is the pigment that gives your skin, fur and eyes their distinct colours. Like you; your fur is that shade of brown because – never mind." [Cuts off his speech because it would involve several instances of sesquipedalian loquaciousness - that is, big words. (Ironic, isn't it?)]

"So you don't have mel – mela – melanin?"

"Not much anyway." His face had not moved.

"If I can ask, dude, why don't you smile?" Zuma inquired.

"There's nothing at which to smile. There almost never is," was the, again, curt answer. [Old grammar being used. Interesting.]

"Does that mean you don't have a sense of humouh?"

"It does; the same way you don't have rhotacism." [Ah, the old "this is this the same way that is that" cliché. It's a good cliché, though.]

"But –"

"I know. That was the point, Zuma. I do have a sense of humour, and I can tell good jokes, but I just won't laugh or smile," the Bernese mountain dog explained.

"Oh. Hey, how about –" Zuma started to suggest something, but was cut off again.

"Sure, let's go greet them now. I'm sure they'll be interested in the new pup visiting them," the white dog said. [This guy's good.]

"How do you do that, man?" asked a very confused chocolate Labrador.

"One of my perks. Now let's go."

And on that note, they headed to the Lookout.

Meanwhile, the other five pups were playing volleyball. This was usually accompanied by Marshall getting impossibly tangled in the net, and such was the case as Zuma and the mysterious pup approached.

"Mawshall, dude, how do you keep doing that?" asked the now laughing Zuma.

"I guess I'm just really lucky," Marshall replied, sending another round of chuckles through the group. Of course, all but one pup were laughing. [Wonder who.]

Chase was the first to notice this, and stopped laughing immediately. This caused everyone else to stop their fit of laughter. Chase walked up to that deadpan-faced pup, who was completely unphased by the sight of the German Shepherd police pup sauntering toward him. And as you may have guessed, the pup knew exactly what Chase was going to say.

"One: I'm not laughing because I don't laugh. Two: I don't have a name. Three: I'm here to see you and the rest of the pups, Chase. And don't ask how I know your name, because Zuma can tell you," he stated in one breath. [Aw, now he's just showing off.]

Everyone except Zuma was stunned into silence; the most so was the one with his questions answered. Chase couldn't believe how this pup from seemingly nowhere knew what he was going to say before he said even a word. [Well, he did learn from one of the best. Maybe you should too. ... Sorry.]

The white pup walked up to Chase and said to him in a voice so low that no one but those two could hear;

"And tell Skye before it's too late. You never know what may happen." [And now your secret's out. Tough luck, Chase.]

Chase all but fainted. [Oops.]

"It's alright everyone, nobody panic, he's fine. He'll be awake in, I don't know, six hours?" joked the pup without as much as the slightest smirk.

"WHAT?" Everyone yelled so loudly that Ryder showed his head by the railing. [Guess they took his straight face to mean that he was serious. Mistake by everyone.]

"What's going on down there? And why is Chase on the ground?" was his inquiry.

"Chase fainted, Ryder. No big deal," said someone.

"Oh, okay." [Why did he dismiss that so nonchalantly?]

He took a couple steps away from the balcony, but suddenly had to do a double take because someone unfamiliar had answered him; with his name, no less. He looked down and saw an alarmingly white pup. He answered me, Ryder thought. He went down the elevator for a further investigation. [Never mind...]

Said white pup was now explaining to the others that he was just pulling their legs (something which Marshall, who was now out of the net, took quite literally) when Ryder approached. The pup heard the boy's footsteps and, without turning around, did what he does best.

"One: I don't have a name. Two: ask Zuma how I know you. Three: Chase is completely fine; he will awake in the next three seconds." [*sigh* He did not just do that again.]

Sure enough, Chase came to and opened his eyes to see concern on the faces of everyone but the deadpan pup.

"Where is he? I want to speak to him," said Chase immediately. [That was ... blunt.]

"Right here, Chase," was the quick and flat reply.

"Come with me into the lookout. Now." This somewhat fierce invitation did not pierce his stoicism.

"Sure."

With that, the two walked inside.

"Okay, listen up. How did you know?" Chase wanted answers.

"I'm an expert at these things. It was obvious," the albino pup said. [To you. And everyone who watches the show.]

"But we've only known you for one minute –"

"Five, because you fainted."

"– Right. But even so, how?"

"I'm an expert."

"Oh, no you're not. Someone told you. Who was it?!" shouted a now very angry Chase.

"You did." [He pretty much just got angry at himself; unknowingly at that. How does one do that?]

Chase's anger vanished into thin air and was replaced with disbelief. "What?" was all he could muster.

"You show far too much affection to her, albeit concealing it well, for me not to notice. When I came, you were in a haze staring at her when she spiked the ball almost hard enough to put a hole into the ground. [That's impressive.] You seemed like you were proud, but a bit more than proud. You were –"

"Don't say it! I give. I do love her. I've been smitten since she joined the team. I never want her to get hurt; if she did, I'd probably starve myself until she got better. I do. I really, really do love her," Chase admitted desperately. [Remember how we said he could turn the tables on anyone really quickly? Yeah.]

"Mhm. That's what I thought. But don't go and tell her; I better go get her for you. It'd be better. Trust me."

Chase nodded and waited in the lookout while the "expert" pup went outside to see Skye and bring her to Chase. [Thank you for talking to us. ... I sound like a machine.]

"Hope this goes well," Chase muttered nervously to himself. [It probably will. Or this isn't a fanfic. Sorry for breaking the fourth wall. But ... then again, almost everything I've said broke the fourth wall. Yeah. I really should shut up.]

Luckily for the stoic pup, she was all by herself. This setting gave him a brilliant notion.

"Hey Skye," he said as he approached the tree under which Skye sat.

"Hey, um…" she began before he stopped her.

"Don't bother with the name, because I don't want one," he stated.

"Thanks. Would have taken a while to make one for you," she replied with a giggle. While laughing, she noticed that he didn't laugh. She remembered how he had said, during his rather startling introduction, that he didn't laugh. She made a mental note to ask him later.

"So –"

"Actually, I wanted to see what was up." [And he did it again. Maybe we should put in a counter to see how many times he does it. What do you readers think?] Skye shook her head at how he had known what she wanted to say. It would take a while to get used to it.

"It seemed like you were worried about something. Or someone. Maybe Chase. I do know how you feel." It was spoken as though it wanted a smirk, but of course there was none. [And now you're done too, Skye.]

"But – but how did you know? Someone told you, didn't they? When I get my hands on them," she fumed.

"Well, prepare to get your hands on yourself." Another smirk-statement came from the white Bernese. [Again, how does one get mad at themselves unknowingly? That should be against the laws of emotion.]

She was taken completely aback. "I told you? But –"

"Not literally. I mean that you showed it through your actions. While the others," he said gesturing to them, "were playing, you were sitting here. Given the circumstances, that could mean a few things, but only one stood out. You are here worrying about him, because you –"

"No, please! Keep your voice down. I admit it. Chase has been my crush ever since I joined. He's just so brave and strong and –" [Don't continue that list. It could take a while.]

"All good. Stop worrying now. He's fine. Go talk to him and see for yourself." He had cut her off because he knew the things that would have been said and didn't want to hear all of them. [Thank you. Somehow, he expresses how I feel.]

"Okay. I will." She stood up and ran over to the lookout, where the albino Bernese mountain dog knew that new things awaited. [This is gonna be - wait. That's the END? Noooooooooooo! ... Sorry.]

And that's it for the first installment of this fanfic! Hope you enjoyed. Of course, you don't have to. Well, at least let me know what I can change to make it more enjoyable! You know what to do. Do what you do best and I'll see you in the next chapter.

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