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Brian Johnson: The answer to that is foreshadowed in this chapter.

Guest (I lost count.): Yes, it is SkyeXMarshall, for now. (And probably the rest of the story, unless I think of a hugely better idea that makes sense.)

I was going to put an Everest chapter here, but then I remembered the cliff hanger I left you guys at last chapter. This may be the biggest (storyline wise, not necessarily word wise) chapter yet, I had fun writing it.


It didn't take long for Marshall to reach the bottom of the slide and land right in his technically new fire truck. Marshall tried his best to take it all in as his house grew into a vehicle below him, but after that was done he forced himself into a more serious mindset. This wasn't about him, he had a job to do and a fire to put out.

The entire team followed Ryder down to City Hall, which was in fact burning. The flame was still small enough to put out, fortunately.

"Okay, Marshall, I'm putting you in charge here. Do whatever you can to put that fire out." Ryder said as everyone arrived at the scene.

"You got it, Ryder! Everyone, get as much water on the fire as you can. Stop it from spreading!"

"Isn't there something… more important to do?" Asked Rocky.

"It's all you can do! Now go, before the building burns down!"

Rocky nodded and joined the others in their quest for water. Marshall raised his ladder and climbed up, priming the water cannon.

Meanwhile, Ryder spoke to Mayor Goodway. "Mayor, are you sure there isn't anyone inside?"

"No, not that I- Ahh!"

"What is it, Mayor?!"

"It's Chickaletta! She was here a minute ago!" The Mayor frantically dumped out the contents of her purse. "She must have gone back inside for more corn!"

"Back inside? Why would she go there for corn?"

"That's where I keep it all. It's the only place to get corn that she knows of."

"But isn't she smart enough to not enter a burning building?"

Just then, Ryder heard a pup yelling from twenty yards away. "Ryder!" Ryder and the Mayor looked over to see Rocky gesturing towards an open window, in which they could make out the shape of a chicken. In a second or two, it was gone.

"Chickaletta!" The Mayor screamed. She then fainted.

"Marshall!" Ryder yelled. "Chickaletta's inside! Can you get her?"

Marshall looked the building over, trying to guess how long it would stand. "Probably! Get someone to man the cannon!"

"Sure thing!"

Marshall climbed down and put his fire mask on. Here goes nothing. He thought to himself, as he jumped through the window.


Meanwhile, miles away, Chase had managed to calm down. You're acting irrationally. He kept telling himself. Just give Ryder some time. Be calm and he's sure to trust you more.

He decided to turn on the TV in his room to get his mind off of things. That didn't work at all.

"We are now live at the scene, where the PAW Patrol is attempting to put the fire out. Again, if you just joined us, Adventure Bay's City Hall is on fire."

Chase at first was only a bit depressed that he couldn't be there. The operation would surely go better with his coordination.

Then his spirits sank even lower, as the camera zoomed in on an open window just in time to catch the Dalmatian jumping through it.

"It appears that someone is still inside." The reporter said. "We'll keep you updated." The news channel then switched to commercials.

Chase growled. He almost pushed his side table down. In short, he was furious. So furious, in fact, that a nurse soon rushed in the room to check on him. It wasn't long before Chase's doctor was there as well.

"Chase, tell us what's wrong." He said, trying to sound soothing.

Chase spoke through gritted teeth. "He's… there!"

"Who, Chase?"

"That lousy good for nothing homicidal insane idiotic hot head Marshall!" Chase tensed at the sound of his name. Chase continued. "Ryder let him on the scene! Ryder's letting that maniac on the scene of an emergency WHILE HE'S SUSPENDED!"

"Okay, Chase, calm down. Just relax. Why do you dislike him so much?" Dr. Richardson wasn't a psychiatrist, but he knew the best way to relive stress was to talk about it.

"I HATE him! Why?! Because he's stupid, insane, homicidal, he stood me up, and he murder-" Chase shut his mouth at that point.

"He murdered someone? And you saw it happen?"

"No, he didn't murder anyone. I- I just don't want to talk about it."

The doctor knew when to stop pressing. "All right. Do you need anything else?"

"Could you shut the TV off?"

"Sure."


Marshall looked around the smoky room, eventually moving into a hallway. There, he heard a fairly distant cluck. He stared moving toward it.

As he was walking, Marshall could feel the building getting more and more unstable. Only the occasional chicken noise kept him on the right path. Eventually, he reached some stairs. He hesitated, until he heard a cluck coming from the top. Reluctantly, Marshall climbed up the unstable stairs.

There was a doorway near the top. Marshall went through it, and found a fairly large room. He heard no clucks, though.

He began to turn back when the building shook and the doorway collapsed. He stared at the doorway, horrified, before he heard a cluck behind him.

Relieved, he turned around and began walking forward. He noted the open window in the room, his only escape route. Turning a corner, Marshall saw Chickaletta by a large bag of corn and breathed a sigh of relief. That's when the ceiling above Chickaletta fell right on top of her.

Very climatic moment to end a chapter on, eh? There's a reason, and that is that I'm bad at making big decisions.

So, I'm going to in part leave this up to you readers. What's Chickaletta's fate? Life or death? It's not necessarily a vote, but I do want your input for a huge decision such as this. The outcome, of course, will be in the next chapter.