Max, Maggie, Everest, and Skye were setting up for the party.
"Hey Skye, can you get the beer." Max called.
"On it." Skye called.
Skye grabbed a six-pack of beer and walked back over to Max.
"Thanks Skye."
Over by the big tree, Everest and Maggie were setting up the snacks.
"Dog biscuits?" Maggie raised an eyebrow.
"They're alcohol tainted."
"That's my dirty Everest."
"Uh, guys, we gotta problem." Skye yelled.
The pups panicked as they could see Chase and Marshall pull up into the driveway.
"Maggie, go stall them." Everest panicked.
The black and white cockapoo ran over to the dalmatian and german shepherd.
"Chase, Marshall, why are you guys back so early?" Maggie asked, sweating.
"Ryder wouldn't shut up about the Sahara Desert, we kind of just left without him noticing." Marshall said.
"Rubble's on his way to. What's going on here?"
"NOTHING. Nothing at all."
"You're throwing a party aren't you." Said Marshall.
Maggie gulped. "Maybe."
Chase and Marshall laughed. "Do you mind if we joined."
"No, not at all. Just don't tell Ryder." Maggie stopped sweating.
"Rubble might join to." Said Chase.
"We have three six-packs of beer, would that be a good enough party for ya?"
"Hell ya it would be." Said Marshall.