Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! After an incessantly long hiatus, it is time to return to writing these for you. My excuse is that I had a million and one ideas for a fanfic that isn't even going to be posted for maybe several moons, but anyway we're back to this one and it's time for another chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Kak, disclaimer. I don't have time for you. (Apologies to RSA.)

There was crying for half an hour from the white NZHD as she thought back to what she had done.

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Rere was skipping along the beach, looking forward to a plan she had made for the day after. She had made up her mind to spend the day with her good friends the PAW Patrol, as usual. [I would take this statement as it pertains to Rererangi with more than a pinch of salt.]

As she skipped, though, she became aware of a presence approaching her, and the skip slowed to a trot and then to a walk as she scanned her surroundings. She found the culprit eventually; an all black dog who looked similar to her. [All black? Finally. No more albinism. ... Now it's melanism. Yay...]

"Excellent," she muttered sarcastically as she put her back to that dog. The black dog came to her with the widest grin you'd ever see, even wider than The Criminal could stretch his jaw line. [Wow. I'm genuinely surprised that that is even possible. Kudos to you, man.] This contrasted heavily with the The-Expert-esque expression worn by the girl. [I mean, being able to do anything that The Expert does deserves credit. Kudos to you, Rere.]

"Hey, Rere. Long time no see, ey?" the black dog said. Rere didn't even try to answer and succeeded in only letting him talk more. "Come give your old boyfriend a hug." [Well, it's over now. Exes have joined the scene.]

Rere wheeled around, livid, and responded, "You best get your melanistic tail out of my sight before I kick you from here to next Sunday, Pouri. [Consider that I published this on Monday/Tuesday. That's a hefty ol' kick right there.] Besides, haven't thought about you a single day since I found somebody much better."

"Aww, don't be that way. I just came by to say hi to you." [And you said hi. Bye bye now.]

"And you have. Get out."

"Not even - " [No. No more digging and shovelling and selling rubber tomahawks. Adiós, amigo!]

"Out!" Pouri stepped back, evidently surprised by the outburst from Rere. He did as he was told, though vowing to ruin anything that she and the other had.

"She's mine and mine alone." [Yeah, this is me tapping into the giant reservoir of Hollywood clichés. Apologies.]

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"I should have just left him alone and this would never have happened." Rere wiped more tears from her eyes, and as she did a new thought came to mind. "But how did any wind of that get caught by him? No one was there! Unless... " she paused, "...unless when he left, he told someone and then that person told him? Hmm..."

Minutes later, Rere was in the forest searching high and low for The Criminal to learn if he had seen or heard Pouri. [First choice is worst choice ... said no one ever.]

"You know, this kinky black dog did come up to me - in the middle of me planning my next heist, no less," he replied after hearing the situation, "and said something along the lines of 'Hey, do you know Rere? Ok, tell her bf that she's cheating on him with me.' Tell you what, that threw a wrench in the works. Couldn't think clearly after that, so I went down to Mr. Stoic and told him. He started singing this song - I've heard it before, just can't remember what it's called - kinda goes 'I've got demons running 'round in my head' or something. Think it's by..." [I express my deepest thanks for you shutting up.] He only stopped jabbering when he saw that Rere was not even there to hear him. "...Barkstille." [Hey, Barkstille! Just like that other guy who sang 'Pompeii'! Except ... would it be 'Pup-peii'? Just asking.] He looked around for the albino NZHD, to see that she had indeed disappeared. "Well, then. I think I'd better go with, to help convey the message to the other pups. I also need to figure out why I'm telling myself this and not actually doing it." And off he went to the Lookout.


If The Criminal thought he was going to be late for the confession, he was sorely mistaken. Rere did not seem to be in the least bit of a hurry to get back to the Lookout, as she trudged astonishingly slowly to the tall building, obviously wondering what the other pups would say when she told them that she was the reason for The Expert's sudden disappearance. [Well, I'm guessing it's not great.] The Criminal played the arbitrator and decided for both parties that it was better to get this done faster. He pushed Rere all the way, up the hill, and into the Lookout, despite her protests, where all the pups were seemingly getting ready to go on a rescue mission. [Not 'Adventures'. Stay on track.]

"What's this?" The Criminal asked.

"We're going out to look for The Expert," Chase said in response. [Chase is the unanimously voted spokespup of the group.] "Have an idea of where he might be, Rere?"

"Well, no," she began, "but I do know why he left."

"Why?" they collectively asked. Even The Criminal joined in.

"It's ... it's all because of me." [Wrong!]

"What?!"

All finished. Man, I wrote this thing in one hour just to get it to you at the time of release. Hope you enjoyed. N.B. Pouri's bio will be up a day after release. Check it out if you so desire.

Bye! Have a nice day! See you in the next chapter! Don't forget to review! Send a PM! Maybe some ideas, alright?