Chase was in Rubble's room, eating some cheese snacks from out a bowl. He sat comfortably on a bean bag chair, while every so often teasing Rubble when his picked team was losing.

The room was littered with ripped up chew toys, leftover food, and random skateboard parts. Posters of famous snowboarders and skaters decorated the walls, along with a collection of Rubble's prototype weapons.

"You really should consider cleaning up your room some more," Chase commented.

In the bean bag next to the Shepherd, Rubble burst his head from out a bowl full of vanilla-flavored treats. He muttered something while chewing up his snack. "What?" Chase said.

Rubble muttered something else, swallowed, then said clearly, "This is clean for me." He burped loudly and continued eating.

Chase just smiled and shook his head.

Rubble used a paw to search through his beanbag. "Ya know, I still wish Ryder would let us loose for once."

Chase's smile slowly disappeared. "What do you mean?"

Rubble pulled up a piece of moldy sandwich. "There's gotta be some trouble out there! I mean, why else would the Bay have a police force?"

Chase made a disgusted face as the Bulldog proceeded to wolfing down the sandwich. "There's only, like, five people on their 'force'. And their police dog didn't even have training..."

Rubble chuckled, "Yeah, you got that right!" He playfully punched Chase in the shoulder and growled, "But seriously, it's been 14 years-"

"2 in human years," Chase uttered matter-of-factly.

"Whatever! It's been too long."

Chase had to agree, even though the excitement-seeking Bulldog was the youngest of them all. He sometimes felt as if there wasn't anything that pumped adrenaline through his veins, something he wanted to feel...

Just then the automatic door to the room lifted up, and Skye hopped in. "Katie and Ryder says it's park time! Mind if I borrow one of your chew toys Rubble?"

Rubble grunted, "You could, but..." He held up a bone-shaped one, gnawed up and covered in slobber.

Skye got the message. "Er, never mind." She turned her attention to Chase. "What about you Chase? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Rubble nudged the suddenly-bashful Shepherd out the beanbag chair. "Um, sure Skye! I-I don't mind at all."

"Yay!" Skye did a flip midair and rushed out Rubble's room. "Come on, Chase!"

Chase blushed and grinned wide. However, his mood was ruined by Rubble: "Chase and Skye are sitting tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-"

His rhyme was cut short as Chase threw a snack bowl in his face. Rubble recovered and barked, "You might as well get used to it, dog!"

Chase shook his head and ran out the room, tail wagging as he went to help Skye pick out a chew toy.

A short chapter, but the next one will be longer.