AN: This one required some time to think because lyrics are in this one. What I wrote and the song it's harmony and instrumental is inspired by is "Overdose" by EXO.
Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol
"A singer?" asked Zuma, rubbing his chin. "Well, that idea does make sense. Dude's got a good singing voice."
"Yeah, but Marshall is absolutely terrified when he's performing due to this stage fright," pointed out Skye. "Remember when we sung in a band? Or when he did the play?"
"Yes, but if you let me finish I would tell you that Marshall isn't singing alone. He's part of a group," said Rocky with a smile a nod. "A boy band actually."
"Oh, god," moaned Chase, putting his paw of his face. "This is another of your boy band dreams isn't it."
The others made similar motions to Chase's as Rocky blush. It was a well-known fact that Rocky had a hug soft spot for boy bands despite most agreeing the art of it was dead in the water. The only place where such a thing existed and was still cool was in Asia where K-Pop, J-Pop, and C-Pop were big.
"Hey, just because I like N'sync, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, and One Direction doesn't mean that it's influencing my thoughts!" shouted Rocky, completely red in the face.
Five raised eyebrows.
"… okay so maybe a little, but come on," whined Rocky, crossing his paws. "Rubble and Chase got to talk about their fanboy fantasies-"
"Hey!" shouted Chase and Rubble at the same time.
"I should at least be allowed to do the same thing!" he argued.
"I guess that's fair, but really if you're going to describe it why don't you just make it simple? I doubt we have the time for you to think up a complex dance move set, song, and original pups for Marshall to dance with while describing it," pointed out Skye.
"Oh, that's fine. I'll just use the one I have for us," replied Rocky, nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this all the pups froze and stared at him with wide eyes. "You… have us… as a boy band?" asked Zuma in disbelief.
"… am I the dark brooding one? Because I get the feeling that you would see me as that," grumbled Chase, who lower his head and folded his ears in rage.
Rubble who was about to point out he was brooding right now, decided to just shake his head and point out, "Um, Skye and Everest are girls. So we wouldn't really be a boy band."
"Unless in doing so you imagine me and Everest with an extra appendage that forces us to raise our legs up when we pee," growled Skye which made the boys back away but Rocky gulped in terror. "Because if so, Marshall will have to become an undertaker after I rip you to shreds."
Rocky paused to think about that…
"I think he would have liked it," said Zuma as he and Chase looked at the final decorations for Rocky's funeral. There were green and gray flowers to match his coat, pictures of him in funeral wreaths and his pup logo as a banner above the white casket that held the pup. He looked peaceful in a blissful smile with his eyes closed, head rested upon the red pillow, and his paws folded over his tummy while dressed in a green suit and tie.
"Shame the whole team can't be here… with me arresting Skye for murder and all," said Chase with a heavy sigh. "At least we can give Rocky a proper and respectful farewell."
"Hold on, guys!" shouted Marshall as he ran down the church isle with a bouquet of gray flowers in his mouth. "I forgot to have him hold… woah!" He slipped on a lose tile board and rolled down into the direction of the casket where Zuma and Chase winced upon seeing the crash.
When they looked to see what had happened, they saw a head spinning Marshall trapped in a funeral wreath while Rocky had been knocked into the air and landed on his stomach while his butt rested on the pillow where his head was supposed to be.
"My bad!" shouted Marshall, giggling.
Shivering, Rocky made a mental note to have do his best to wait until Marshall kicked the bucket before dying. "Thankfully, no, I just have you and Everest as your perfectly normal female selfs."
"Okay, so what would it be like then?" asked Rubble.
"Well…"
"WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!" shouted an intercom as the Lookout's alarms began to blare out. The Paw Patrol logo flared up on the computer screen as a heavy beat began to play. Rubble was right next to the slide, leaning on it with shades on as he turned to the camera that focused on him and started singing.
Rubble: "When you're in a state of paranoia. There is only one group to come for ya."
Chase then strolled on up, nodding his head to the beat as he turned to the camera showing off his uniform.
Chase: "No matter how big or small the job is. Nothing is gonna stop us."
Upon ending his part, he placed his paw in front of the camera. A paw removed from it, but it was now Marshall with his hair leaned back in style as he started dancing on his rear legs with a few spins and twists. Rubble and Chase were right behind him, also dancing with Marshall in sync.
Marshall: "Hello! Hello! Can you hear me now? Don't worry help is on the way!"
Rubble: "Send the call out everyone! It's time to save the day!"
Chase and Marshall: "Oh, please save me! Oh, come help me!"
Rubble: "Oh, rescue me! Don't worry because we're going on patrol!"
Just then the others appeared as the camera zoomed out and the others walked in with a swag look in their eyes. Rocky, like Rubble had shades, while Zuma and Skye had decorated collars with golden chains and Everest a baseball cap that was backwards. Joining with the others they began to dance as they sang their chorus.
Group: "Someone called the Lookout, so they need the Paw Patrol!"
Group: "Suit up and get up, time to head out and roll!"
Group: "Be a fire, accident, weather or a robber on the run. We're the pups who work until the job's done. Ai-yo!"
Group: "Need help? Call us. We are, the Paw Patrol! Need help? Call us. We are, the Paw Patrol!"
Just as the last of the chorus hit, the camera showed the outside of the Lookout with Zuma lying on the front of his hovercraft doing his best to look sexy in front of the camera as is zoomed in on him. Rocky was right by walking towards the vehicle.
Zuma: "Doesn't matter if we know you or not. We're gonna save you with all that we got."
Rocky: "Even when it seems all hope is lost; we'll fight no matter the cost."
Suddenly, camera zooms towards Marshall who is on a skateboard. He skates down while giving a pure white smile. Right above him is Skye in her pup pack, flying with her wings.
Marshall: "Hello! Hello! Can you hear me now? Don't worry help is on the way!"
Skye: "From the earth, sea or the air. We're coming in for the clear."
The camera turns back to Zuma and Rocky who are dancing next to each other and slapping paws at the same time.
Zuma and Rocky: "Oh, please save me! Oh, come help me!"
Skye then lands in front of them both and poses just as the rest of the group comes in.
Skye: "Oh, rescue me! Don't worry because we're going on patrol!"
Once again, the chorus hits and the group dances.
Group: "Someone called the Lookout, so they need the Paw Patrol!"
Group: "Suit up and get up, time to head out and roll!"
Group: "Be a fire, accident, weather or a robber on the run. We're the pups who work until the job's done. Ai-yo!"
Group: "Need help? Call us. We are, the Paw Patrol! Need help? Call us. We are, the Paw Patrol!"
The group then line up in a straight line in the order of Marshall, Chase, Skye, Rubble, Rocky, Zuma, and Everest. Each of them walks forward to say a line before dashing away and out of the Camera's view.
Marshall: "We'll go to whatever heights!"
Chase: "To save our Adventure Bay!
Skye: "We raise our paws and make a vow!"
Rubble: "To be there for you at any day!"
Rocky: "And I will honor this vow. Until my dying day of rest."
Zuma: "This I swear, to you, in my heart!"
Everest: "Paw Pa-Trol!"
Everest puts her paw in front of the camera before it's removed and the group in the Lookout's main control room as dancing lights go on. The groups, sans, Everest start to dance again as Everest begins to rap:
Everest: "Say what you want or what you think. But nobody's better than a rescue pup like me."
Everest: "I'll face any danger or challenge as long as my soul runs free. You can't contain me. Can't restrain me. I won't stop."
She and Rocky then switch places as the group shouts "Rap it Rocky!" Rocky starts spitting it out while getting his face closer and closer to the camera.
Rocky: "Do we need to make clear for ya? It's the way we do things and the way that we prove ourselves."
Rocky: "In the game of life and death, we play with a full deck. So no matter the danger, you know you can always call on... call on... call on the Paw Patrol."
He backs away to take his spot for the final chorus dance.
Group: "Someone called the Lookout, so they need the Paw Patrol!"
Group: "Suit up and get up, time to head out and roll!"
Group: "Be a fire, accident, weather or a robber on the run. We're the pups who work until the job's done. Ai-yo!"
Group: "Need help? Call us. We are, the Paw Patrol! Need help? Call us. We are, the Paw Patrol!"
The group poses at the final part as the lights go off one by one until only their colors are shining in the darkness.
"So what do you think?" asked Rocky with his tail wagging in excitement.
"Rap it Rocky?" asked Chase, snorting.
"Plus, I doubt our voices would all sound that good together," added in Rubble.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't be like that. But compared to being a spy or a superhero, singing sounds like something Marshall would do," said Rocky.
"Or it could be the most obvious one?" said Skye with a smirk. "Marshall's got a girlfriend."