Apollo sat in his dressing room staring at the reflection in his mirror.

"Apollo, you are a super good-looking pup." He said to himself winking and smiling. "And much too good to be paired with all these amateurs." He hopped off of his stool and exited through the automatic doors of his trailer.

He walked through the ginormous studio. The studio included a wide amusement park area filled with crowds of people, thrill rides, and concession stands. It was a sacred haven of enjoyment. As Apollo neared the studio exit; there were two pups waiting for him. A male pit bull with white fur and purple irises and a female cocker spaniel with ginger fur and emerald eyes.

"About time you got out here. I feel like I've been waiting here all day." barked the impatient looking pit.

"Well Lance, you can thank the mediocre actor that caused us to do take after take because he couldn't get his lines right." Apollo shook his head. "Some people just aren't cut out for acting."

"Oh, But of course, no one could be as good as you." the female said in a mocking tone.

"Exactly Sirena. See, you get me. Some of us are just born with that natural talent."

She rolled her eyes in an annoyed fashion. "Annnyway, we should really get a move on. Milly's waiting for us at the old park. She mentioned something about a surprise for you?"

Apollo raised his brow. "A surprise? What kind?" he inquired.

"She wouldn't tell me... and even if she did, it wouldn't be quite a surprise if I told you now, would it?"

Apollo frowned, narrowing his eyes at the Cocker Spaniel. Sirena was known for her sarcasm and witty remarks, but sometimes it could be a bit much to tolerate.

"Can we just get a move on already." interrupted Lance, who was getting more impatient by the second.

Sirena turned to face the pit and smiled. "Why yes Lance, of course. We don't mean to cut into your oh so busy schedule."

"Finally." he huffed, completely ignoring her remark.

And with that, the three pups raced down the sidewalk and out of view.


In an old abandoned park, there was a pup who was trying her best to set up a picnic. She dragged a red and white checkered pattern blanket and placed it on the ground. She even tied stray balloons that she had found stuck in branches and old bushes, to the old rusty rails along the playground.

"Ok, it's almost perfect." she said to herself.

This particular pup happened to be a german shepard and golden retriever crossbreed. She had beautiful golden fur and a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes.

"Apollo's going to LOVE this!" she stated while looking over her handy work. "I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something though..." She glanced over to the bare checkered blanket. "Duhh! Food!" She gave herself a slight face-palm. "How could I forget the main purpose of a picnic?"

She glanced back and forth to ensure no one was approaching. "I'll have to make this quick. For all I know, they could already be on their way." She quickly exited the park and bounded down the sidewalk.


"Ryder, are we there yet?" Rubble whined.

"No Rubble. Although we've made it to California, we still have a ways to go before we reach Los Angeles."

The day was nearly at sunset now. The group had been on the road since late morning. The pups were all doing their own thing around the PAW Patroller. Marshall was reading his Apollo the super pup comics, that he had brought along with him. Skye and Zuma were going head-to-head in Pup Pup Boogie on the big screen. Chase and Rubble were enjoying the scenery outside the window and Rocky was occupied with a tennis ball.

"Ryder, I'm actually kind of hungry." Katie said, while looking down, placing her hand on her empty stomach. "The day's almost over and we haven't eaten since breakfast. Maybe we should stop somewhere for a meal."

Ryder placed a hand on his chin as he looked up. "That's not a bad idea. The pups aren't hungry because they have treats, but bringing food for us...somehow slipped my mind." he replied sheepishly. "Robo-dog, could you get off on the nearest exit to a restaurant?"

Robo-dog barked in confirmation.

Ryder turned back around to face the pups. "Sorry pups, I know how eager you all are to get to Hollywood, but we're going to have to make a little stop."

"Aww!" the pups all yelled in unison.

"Katie and I are a little hungry."

"But we have plenty of treats on board." said Rubble pointing his paw to the pup-treat dispenser.

"Rubble those are pup-treats... For pups. Katie and I need to eat actual food."

"But-but... Aww." stammered the bulldog dejectedly.

The PAW Patroller pulled up to a western themed restaurant called Short Snout Porkhouse. The group disembarked and headed towards the restaurant's double doors.

Once through, there standing past the double doors was a man clothed in western attire. "I'm sorry sir, no pets allowed. Your animals will have to wait outside."

The pups began to whimper.

"No no, that's not gonna work here." replied the greeter looking unfazed. "These are the rules of this here establishment."

"But we're well behaved!" argued Rubble.

"Yeah! and well trained!" agreed Chase.

"Sir, if I may, these pups are like family to me." added Ryder. "Could you just overlook this, this one time?" the ten year old pleaded.

"I do apologize pardner, but rules are rules. If I let you in, I'd have to let all the other people with pets in too."

Ryder sighed. "I understand. Sorry pups, we'll just order the food to-go. You all can wait in the Patroller for now."

Katie placed Cali on her feet. "Sorry Cali. This will only take a minute, ok?"

The pups retreated back to the PAW Patroller. Cali scoffed at the greeter as she followed the pups with her head held high.

"Who does that guy think we are? Some common pets? We're the PAW Patrol!" said a dejected Chase.

"Yeah, but rules ARE rules..." replied Marshall.

Chase turned to look at the dalmatian crossed. "Whose side are you on anyway?"

"Uhh... our side?" said the dally as he gave a nervous laugh.

"Well we are a ways away from home after all." added Skye. "We can't expect everyone to know about us."

Before the pups could enter the Patroller; Rocky noticed a figure wearing a black ski mask and black trench coat approaching the restaurant. "Hey that kinda looks like-"

"THIS IS A STICK UP!" the man shouted, drawing a gun as he burst through the doors of the restaurant, pushing past the greeter.

"What in tarnation?!" yelled the greeter as he fell back-first on the floor. The customers and workers all gasped.

"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND! NOW!" the man demanded, pointing the gun in every direction while he approached the register.

A brunette woman was laying behind the counter in a panic.

"On your feet girlie." he commanded, as he pointed the 9mm at her. The woman slowly stood to her feet trembling and breathing heavily.

Ryder and Katie were lying on the floor along with the other customers. The ten year old reached into his vest pocket to grab his pup-pad.

"HEY RUNT! Hands where I can see 'em!"

Ryder gulped as the man pointed the gun towards him and Katie.

"AHH!" screamed Katie as she closed her eyes and covered her head with her hands.

"PIPE DOWN BLONDIE!"

Ryder withdrew his hand from his pocket.

"Don't try anything funny, you hear? Keep both hands on the ground." he commanded Ryder before turning his attention back to the cashier. "Now back to you sweet cheeks. He pulled a brown sack from his trench coat. "Fill 'er up!" He said, as he tossed the sack on the counter. "I want all the cash you got! The registers, the safe, anywhere you got it, I want it. And don't skimp, cause I'll know!"

The woman nervously nodded as she picked up the sack and walked off.

After what seemed like hours; the woman returned struggling to carry a bulging sack. She dropped it on the counter in front of the robber with a *thud*.

"That's ALL of it?" he questioned as he rummaged through the sack.

She nodded.

"Good, good." The man said as he tied up the sack. "Now none of you so much as even flinch before I leave from here, got it?!" he said as he cautiously moved toward the exit while toting the sack. He pointed his gun in every direction to ensure no one would move. He pushed out of the exit doors and drove off on a parked motorcycle as the pups noticed him.

"Wait... Did that guy just..."


AN: I apologize for the wait for this chapter. I encourage you all to leave a review if you are able. I really don't put a story as priority unless I see or know that a considerable amount of people are actually reading. All reviews and critique welcome.