Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! I now have the first chapter of a new multi-part story under the 'Adventures' title for you here. Forget not to REAR, please!
DISCLAIMER: Never have I ever ... owned rights to this animated TV show.
"Come on, The Expert!"
"I am not going. I will not go." [Department of Redundancy Department.]
"But we need you and your skills for this to work!"
Chase and The Expert were arguing as to whether the albino pup detective, bloodied back and all, would partake in a recent mission that had come up. Mr. Porter's restaurant had been robbed again. [This may become a Running Gag as we move forward.]
"Just remember the last time we did this. It's probably the same," The Expert said, currently laying in his pup house, with Chase outside it.
"I won't risk it." Chase was adamant that The Expert go with him.
"And why not? Why do you need me, in particular?" The Expert questioned. [Why are you able to predict speech? These two questions are unanswered mysteries of the world. ... What? Who says they're not on the list?]
"You should know how to deal with what these criminals do!" Chase shouted, and he immediately recognised that at which he had hinted. [Fail sentence 1.] He hung his head and sighed. "Permission to strike the previous sentence."
"Granted," The Expert stated. "Try again."
Chase cleared his throat and restarted. "You know how to adjust to anything that might come our way!" [Fail sentence 2. Don't you just wish life came with a backspace button for your sentences when you mess up?]
The Expert tilted his head. "Says the spy."
Chase grumbled something unintelligible and said again, "Permission to strike." [Granted again, Chase.]
After several minutes of stating and striking, Chase forfeited. "Alright, I'll leave you be. Enjoy your time alone." [Knowing Rere, he'll not be alone.]
The Expert half-shrugged as Chase retreated to go with Ryder, who was waiting. [Half-shrug.]
"I just hope that nobody gets injured this time around," The Expert remarked to no one. [Well, only you've gotten hurt during these missions, so I'm sure everyone will be unscathed.]
"New mission?" A familiar, friendly voice came from, strangely, on top of the white house. [I'm now wondering how Chase didn't see her. Camouflage, you say? Possibly.] It was the female albino New Zealand heading dog.
"Yes, but one on which I won't be going," the male albino Bernese mountain dog replied.
"Why is that?" Rere asked, sounding a little unquiet. [Unquiet. What a strange word. It doesn't mean loud... for some reason.]
The Expert half-sighed. "Come on down and see for yourself why." He curled up into a white ball of fur, fully aware of what was going to happen next.
Rere hopped down off the house and turned to see what was essentially the same as someone else dead. Her beloved Ko Taku Aroha had several red lines of blood on his back, no doubt caused by stripes he had recently received. Her reaction was near to apoplectic. [I don't want to see her if he actually does die. No foreshadowing.]
"What happened to you? Who did this? When I..." She began to rant with increasing dyspepsia. [Hey, a word with a drink inside of it! Dys-Pepsi-a! How cool!]
"Hey, hey, calm down now. Don't worry about that." His uncharacteristically soothing tone conciliated her almost instantly. [More proof that a stoic isn't so unfeeling after all.] "Now, I'll tell you what transpired, as long as you won't hunt down anyone." Rere laughed.
"Okay. I won't hunt anyone down," she promised, using his words. [His words? Did he invent them? 'No' is my guess. So how are they his words? ... Oh. Never mind, I'm stupid.]
"All well and good." The Expert took a breath and then invited her to sit by him as he recollected the past events, which she did. Rere couldn't stop herself from licking his wounds as he talked. [I'm sure she could. She just wanted to do it.]
Meanwhile, Chase was succeeding better than he had dared to hope. Almost everything was as it had been last time, and all seemed to be going well. [See, this is why you listen to The Expert. He knew it would be like this.]
Too well.
Unfortunately, neither he nor Ryder with him saw the disaster about to befall them.
As Chase was about to discover the location of the stolen items, he was captured in a sack and was lifted away from the ground. Ryder had a similar fate, as he was also unable to see due to a sack that was thrown onto his shoulders. The two were taken from the area by a pair of tall men with red masks. [Kind of a bright colour. Standing out. Like my stupidity, you know?]
A third masked man took Ryder's Pup Pad and called the one pup available; that is, the one unfamiliar to him. [Worst. Decision. Ever. Plothole.]
The Expert had just finished telling the story of the marks on his back when the call came in. He answered essentially wordlessly; all he said was, "Hey." [Super blunt. Awesome.]
A deep voice from the other side said, "We have kidnapped Ryder and Chase of the PAW Patrol." [Battle of the Blunts! Who will win? ... It's a one-horse race, isn't it?]
Rere, listening on, silently gasped with a terrified expression on her face. The man continued. "We expect a ransom of $100 million by the end of the week, or they will never return to you." [Who do you think they are, the bank?]
A cliffhanger, hmm? Interesting... Anyway, sit tight for the next chapter!
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