If you are wondering what this is, it's just some Paw Patrol shorts that came to my mind at times. I wrote them down for fun and I figured might as well post them. They aren't connected, they aren't part of some big story. Just some small scenes in my head that came to me. I'll post more over time but don't expect a regular update or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol
***Bathroom Problems***
Anybody who lived in a house together with other people could tell you that one of the most annoying things was waiting to use the only bathroom. That was no exception for the Paw Patrol as each of them would wake up as early as possible, rush into the Lookout, and fight for the right to use the only restroom in the building.
"Come on, Zuma!" shouted Rocky, pacing in place as he banged on the door. "Hurry up! I have to go!"
"I'm still showewing! Go outside and do your business thewe!" shouted Zuma over the hot water.
"No way! I'm a house-trained dog! Now let me in!" shouted Rocky, placing his forelegs between his rear ones. "I'm gonna burst!"
"You better not be using all the hot water like last time!" growled Skye, right behind Rocky with her hair a mess. Her shampoo, soap, and other necessities for her morning groom were right beside her. Next was Chase who looked half asleep and doing his best to wake up. Marshall and Rubble were sweating and holding their bladders as best as they could while waiting for the door to open.
"Dang it, why doesn't Ryder just make another bathroom!" shouted Rubble, whimpering.
"Because where would he put it in the Lookout?" asked Skye.
More minutes passed as the pups who needed to let loose their bladders whimpered more, Skye got angrier, and Chase was ready to hit the hay. Rocky started slamming his paw on the door once more but harder. "Zuma! It's been twenty minutes! Let us in!"
"I'm almost done! Gotta wash my tail!"
"Ugh! I cannot hold it any longer!" shouted Rubble as he rushed out.
"Where are you going?!" shouted Marshall.
"To use a tree! I'm desperate!"
"… wait me too!" shouted Marshall rushing out to join him.
Unable to take anymore, Rocky growled and slammed the door open before closing it. Zuma yipped. "R-Rocky! What are you doing here! I'm naked!"
"You're naked every day so it's not like it's a big deal! I gotta pee so tough luck and don't look!" shouted Rocky on the other end.
"Why would I?!"
"Ugh, forget it. I'll go to Katie's for my bath," growled Skye, gathering her stuff just as Chase fell to the floor and started snoring.
"Ahhhh, fresh relief…" moaned Rocky.
"Great. Now get out of here. And remember not to flu-"
The sound of running water and a high-pitched scream of pain woke Chase up as he got into a Pup-Fu pose and looked around for any danger. A few seconds later, Rocky rushed out with a wet Zuma chasing after him and yelling profanities. Chase watched the two leave the Lookout and wonder what was wrong until he saw the bathroom door open and just himself on line.
"Oh, cool. I'm next!" said Chase as he went in and closed the door.
However, a few minutes later…
"YEOW! This water is super-hot!"
***Rated Y for Yikes***
With Ryder out of town, the pups had decided to watch a movie until he got back. Naturally, they couldn't agree on what to watch…
"Dirty Harry!"
"Top Gun!"
"The Day After Tomorrow!"
"Waterworld!"
"Ladder 49!"
"Apollo The Super Pup Movie!"
"Do you ever watch anything else?" asked Skye, raising an eyebrow as the blushing Rubble. "Look, why don't we pick something random and just watch whatever we get? Sound good?"
Everyone agreed and soon took their places in front of the TV with beanbags and pup beds. Sharing some popcorn and water bowls, the pups were soon ready as Chase hit the random button on the TV screen. A few movies popped up until they reached one they never heard of before.
"Old Yeller?" Chase read out loud. "What's that about?"
"Looks like a film about a dog," said Rocky, shrugging his shoulders. "But I thought we've seen all the dog films Ryder had?"
"Guess he forgot this one. It's really old too," said Marshall, noticing the date.
"Ah, that boy and his dog look so cute together. Let's watch it!" shouted Skye, with a flip.
"Okay, let's do it!"
(Hours later)
"Hey pups, I'm home and-OOF!" shouted Ryder as he was suddenly tackled by his six pups who were all hugging him and crying their eyes out.
"Ryder! Please tell me you'll never shoot us even if we get rabies! Pleeeassee" whined Rubble.
"Is that what humans do to us if we're beyond saving?! Please say it's not true! I don't want to die young!" cried out Chase, sobbing in his chest.
"Why did Yeller have to die! Why did he have to get shot! Whyyyyyyy!" shouted Marshall.
Ryder looked at the TV screen and groaned. I knew I should have deleted that movie along with Bambi…
***** Where Is Alex? *****
"Hey, you know who I haven't seen in a while?" said Skye, looking up from her book. Chase and Rubble were nearby, tossing a ball around.
"Who?" asked Chase as he bounced it back to Rubble.
"Alex," answered Skye which caused Rubble to gasp and miss the ball as he tripped and fell on his face. Skye didn't notice as she continued, "It's been ages since we had to rescue him from something he did. Where do you think he is?"
Chase and Rubble looked at each other nervously.
(One night)
"Okay, dig deep! Really deep!" shouted Chase as he watched Rubble continue on with his pup pack. They were in the woods at night with Chase making sure nobody was there. "Come on! Hurry up!"
"I'm done!" shouted Rubble as he climbed up and gasped for air. "Are you sure nobody comes this way?"
"Positive, now help me with the bag."
The two walked over to a small bag and rolled it across the grass until it fell into the whole. Rubble and Chase both looked down with worried look. "Okay, so just so we're clear. If they ever find him, we both act surprise," said Chase.
"Let's not call Ryder to save Alex from falling down the cliff to parachute with his blanket," mocked Rubble as he began to put dirt in the whole with his shovel. "We've saved Alex a million times we can do it on our own."
"Shut up and dig!"
(Present time)
"Maybe he's at summer camp," said Rubble with a fake smile.
"In October?"
"A very long summer camp."
***** Pups and Their Fandom *****
"Let's see… one with me and Rubble… one with me and Chase… one with me and a female version of myself… one with Skye… and six more with me and Rocky," counted Zuma as he looked at the webscreen.
"Looking at our fandom again?" asked Chase as he walked by.
"Yup, so far you and Marshall are still in the lead with most yaoi pics," said Zuma, clicking a link. "Everest and Marshall is a close second."
"Seriously, why is Marshall so popular? I'm the leader! I should be number one," grumbled Chase.
"You want to be used as every fanboy and fangirls item for lemons, hentai's, porn, and yaoi obsession?" asked Zuma with a raised eyebrow.
"No, but I fail to see what makes him so popular," said Chase, shrugging his shoulders.
Just then, the door to the outside open and in came Marshall who looked ready to greet them until he tripped on a chew toy, landed on a nearby spring, and bounced all the way into the nearby closet which closed as soon as he entered. The two watched as they heard a commotion before all was silent. Coming out, Marshall was supporting a mop on his head which he noticed before grinning. "Hey look, I'm Marshadonna!"
PING!
The two pups at the computer then notice a sudden increase in R63 Marshall with a certain white hairdo for a look.
"Well, there is your answer," chuckled Zuma. "The fans are sadists who love to see us in harm."
"Harm, huh?" Chase smirked as he nodded.
(Hours later)
"So care to explain why you drove your police car off a cliff?" asked Ryder to a bandaged-up Chase in the middle of a hospital
"Par Pha Phans" muttered a muffled Chase as his mouth was completely shut by tape.