As Trevor was driving down I-2 to Los Santos, he had the Patroller gunned the entire time. They were doing almost 100 in the semi-truck sized road vehicle. It was lighter, so it could go faster. Trevor was also weaving between traffic. It hadn't been driven this hard since Mayor Humdinger and the kittens hijacked it.
"Alright pups, this'll be a rough ride. You're buckled in, right?" Ryder confirmed.
All the pups gave Ryder the answer he wanted. It took Trevor a minute, but he realized these dogs were talking! He freaked out and looked back at the pups. Ryder had to grab the steering wheel to prevent the Patroller from crashing into a guardrail.

"W… what the fuck!?"
"What?" Ryder asked.

"I just heard voices! I think Chef laced that last batch!"
"That was just us!" Marshall said.

Trevor got up from the driver seat.
"I'm too high to drive. Never thought I'd say it."

Ryder panicked and jumped into the driver seat, not wanting to leave the Patroller uncontrolled with the pups in it. At least when the kittens jacked it, if it would've crashed, none of the pups would've gotten hurt.
"Robodog, take control!"
Robodog barked and took control of the Patroller. Trevor shoved Chase over and sat right between Chase and Marshall. Chase was plush against Rocky not wanting to be anywhere near Trevor. Rocky was just happy Chase was in between in him and Trevor. Marshall, however, climbed right onto Trevor's lap and rolled onto his back.
"What!? Do you expect me to pet you!? Get the fuck off me!"
"Belly rub? Please?" Marshall begged.

"Only if you give me a blowjob later."

Ryder did NOT approve of that.
"No one's giving you a blowjob!" Ryder snapped.

"What? I haven't had one in a couple weeks! I'm freaking the fuck out right now because dogs are talking to me! I could really use one right now!"
The pups, being still being young and innocent, didn't know what they were talking about.

"Wanna know the last time I had one!? Never! And I never plan on it!" Ryder claimed.

"Oh just wait a couple years and…"
"Can I have a belly rub now?" Marshall begged.
"I'll tell you what, if you shut up, I'll do whatever you want!"

"Deal!"

Trevor gave in to Marshall's begging, but the rest of the pups kept their distance, still not trusting Trevor, even if he was being sweet… somewhat… to Marshall. Ryder already hated Trevor for the way he talked and treated the pups, but they needed him. Eventually the building on Los Santos came into view, and Ryder was relieved the drive was about to end. Two hours with Trevor in the same vehicle was almost a bigger grind than having to take down Merryweather.

"There it is pups! Los Santos! Our salvation!"
"Hey, I'm your salvation! Michael is a backstabber! You can't trust him for shit! And Franklin is just a kid who's trying to make a living!" Trevor said.

Trevor took his hand off Marshall. He whined for Trevor to pet him, but Trevor just got up towards the driver's seat.

"Hey, robot! Take me to Vanilla Unicorn! I need to make a quick stop!"

Robodog just stared at Trevor. It waited for either a please or a command from Ryder.

"Fucking now!"
Robodog cowered and barked obediently. Eventually I-2 morphed into a Los Santos avenue and the pups were underway to Strawberry, which is where Vanilla Unicorn is.
"We're in Los Santos pups!"
The pups were relieved to hear that! No more close premises with Trevor! Robodog had it's built in GPS, so it knew where to go.

"So is Vanilla Unicorn a restaurant?" Ryder asked.

"You could say that," Trevor lazily answered.
"What are you gonna do there?"
"Well, I'm the manager. I just gotta check in."
Trevor went to sit back down, but Marshall was still laying on his back. Trevor slowly developed a heart and fondness for him. He picked him up, sat down, and set him down on his lap. Ryder noticed this. Maybe it was progress. Eventually they got to Vanilla Unicorn. The Patroller pulled over on the main road. It was too big to fit in the alley that Vanilla Unicorn was located.

Trevor got out and Ryder and the pups followed. When they got across the street, they smelled cigarettes and a muggy sweat smell.

"This is a weird smelling restaurant!" Chase noted.

Ryder looked up at the sign, "I don't think this is a restaurant!"
They all walked to the entrance. There was a large body guard that guarded the entrance.

"Sorry, no minors or animals allowed."

"It's ok, they're with me," Trevor consented.

"It's not only wrong, it's also illegal, T. You and I can both go to prison!"
"Oh cry me a fucking river!"

Ryder intervened, "I'd rather not anyway."
"Suit yourself, I'll be out in a bit."
"We'll be in the Patroller."
Trevor walked into Vanilla Unicorn. Little did Ryder and the pups know, Trevor really went in to get drunk and avoid the situation. Trevor was going to try to use the girls to manipulate Ryder to have him forget about Merryweather and have the animal lovers feed and take care of the pups. Instead, the guard just discouraged Ryder and the pups to come in, and they'd wait for Trevor to never come out.

It was 4 o'clock right now. The pups had already spent more time in the last three days in the Patroller than they would've liked. They waited two hours for Trevor to come back out. Right now, he was absolutely wasted and pressuring a gay guy to get a lap dance from a female. It was April, so the sun was starting to go down.
"What's taking him so long!?"
The pups were either eating, playing, or sleeping. Ryder figured he could find Michael and Franklin without Trevor. Trevor wasn't exactly pleasant to be around anyway. They ventured further into Strawberry. Strawberry at sunset wasn't exactly that best place to be. Ryder, not wanting to start any trouble, had Robodog pull over so he could find where Michael and Trevor would be.
Luckily the windows on the Patroller were bulletproof. So even if some hood who thinks he's all that decides to shoot a shotgun slug into the windshield, they could just drive off. The Patroller, however, was doing that thing where it wants to block off all cell reception, so Ryder got out. They pups followed, but they didn't have any gear on. They had taken their gear off for the road trip, so they hadn't had it on for a while.

"Ok, let's see. Franklin lives in Vinewood Hills, Michael lives in this mansion, it's visible from the satellite. Alright so…"
"I'm done helping yo dumb ass!"
"That's why you love me, nigga!"
"Nigga, I hate yo fuckin guts sometimes!"

Ryder didn't know yet, but this was Franklin and his dumbass homie Lamar.
"Hey, there's a little white kid! Let's rob his ass!"
Ryder knew this thug was talking about him. He turned around to see Lamar coming at him.

"Like stealing candy from a muthafukkin baby!"
"Man back the fuck up! We ain't robbing him! You're what makes the hood look bad! Look! He's got 6 fuckin dogs protecting him!"
"They puppies, nigga!"
Lamar grabbed Ryder. Ryder went defensive, pulled off Lamar's grip, and punched him in the chest. Franklin pulled Lamar away.

"Back the fuck up!"
"This nigga just fuckin hit me!"
Lamar pulled his gun out. Chase and Franklin were the only ones that noticed. Chase bit his leg, and Franklin grabbed the gun. Lamar kicked Chase. That's the second time this week Chase had gotten kicked! Ryder punched Lamar into darkness. As Lamar fell to the ground unconscious, Franklin couldn't help but bust out. He had to lean on the Paw Patroller because he was laughing so hard.

"Ice cold homie!"
Franklin shook hands with Ryder then bent down to pet Chase.

"Hey, don't take him kicking you personally, he's just an idiot."
"No one threatens Ryder and gets away with it."
"Man, you just like Chop. I like you."
"It's not just me, all six of us protect Ryder at all costs."
"Man, I wish I got six Chops!"
The pups could sense Franklin's soft spot for animals, especially dogs. And he was the first person in San Andreas to not freak out over talking dogs. They all jumped onto him wanting to play. This was something they only did with Ryder, and occasionally Jake and Carlos.

"Hey! That's unfair! There's six of you niggas!"
As Franklin pushed them away, they just came right back. He and all the pups were laughing and having a good time. Ryder laughed as he watched, glad the pups finally found someone they loved in this place. It's been hell since they got here. Especially with… Trevor. The pups competed over Franklin, while Franklin competed just to get up.

"Alright pups! Let's go!"
The pups got up, still around Franklin.

"What's your names?"
Each pup introduced himself, or herself.
"Let's get going pups! We gotta find Franklin and Michael before night falls."
Man what the fuck!? Franklin thought. Franklin and Michael? Unless it's a gay couple, how many guys named Franklin and Michael hang out? There's no way though. He's never met this kid.

"It was good to meet you. I'm Ryder."
"Err… I'm Franklin."
Ryder's eyes widened in shock, "Franklin Clinton!?"
"That's me."
"Do you live in Vinewood Hills!?"
"3671 Whispymound Drive."

Ryder couldn't believe they found Franklin from sheer coincidentiality. "We've been looking for you!"

That just made Franklin feel weird, "I don't know you do I?"
"Probably not! It's about Merryweather! We heard about you, Trevor, and Michael! We found Trevor, but he wasn't any help. We need your help!
"Merryweather!? How are you affiliated to them!?"
"Our town is in danger! A nearby mayor teamed up with them and the IAA to produce a super weapon that'll not only take out our town, but the surrounding hundreds, maybe thousands of square miles!"
"Are you from Foggy Bottom?"
"Adventure Bay. Foggy Bottom is our neighboring town."
"Lester mentioned a town called Foggy Bottom… holy shit!"
Franklin pulled out his phone and dialed for a group conversation.

"Michael! Lester! I got help! I found a kid from the section of Canada Don Percival and that Karen chick was at!"

"Holy shit! Are you serious!?" Michael asked.

"Did you really drive all way to Foggy Bottom!?" Lester wondered.
"Nah man, they're here in Los Santos! They were looking for me, Michael, and Trevor! They need our help us much as we need theirs!"
"Bring them the fuck over here! Fuck yeah!" Lester celebrated.

He knew with the right help from this kid, he could take out Merryweather from all the way in Canada!

"Will do! I'll bring them to your place!"
Franklin hung up, "Alright, follow me! My car is around the corner. I have a white Buffalo, just follow me when I get around this corner!"
Ryder did not expect that kind of success. Franklin ran to his car as Ryder and the pups packed into the Patroller. Franklin came around the corner.

"Robodog, follow that Buffalo!"
Robodog obeyed. In about a half hour, they got to Lester's house. Franklin pulled over to the curb on the avenue, knowing the Patroller was way too big to fit on Lester's street.

"We'll park here. That thing can't fit on this tiny ass street. Just follow me!"
Franklin lead Ryder and the pups to Lester's house. This was it! This was salvation! This was when Merryweather needed to start praying.