When Chase and Skye got back, they just wanted to go straight to bed. They had seen enough, witnessing three murders… and committing some themselves today. It was long day, not worth remembering, but hard to forget. The next day, the pups woke up in the somewhat attempted to be repaired Patroller. The way it drove wasn't affected, but they had to find Robodog and the trucks. Ryder called Mayor Humdinger.
"It's on motherfucker!" Ryder yelled.

"Wow, you developed some language during your time in Los Santos."
"You're not going to get away with this!"
"I can and I will! Me and Merryweather are not scared of the Paw Patrol and those three vigilantes!"
"We have a government agency on our side as well! We survived that Merryweather ambush! You tried to kill me! You tried to kill the pups! I will not let that down!"
"Whatever you say!" Don Percival came from nowhere!"

"Well, isn't this a shock! Pseudo liberalism and right wing extremism coming together! You two should go on an unlikely couples reality show!" Ryder insulted.

"You should enter a stupidest hair competition!" Don fired back, "Just know my guys are highly determined to get back on American soil! Once we bomb your town, we're in the clear!"

"And take out Foggy Bottom and all the other surrounding towns as well."

"Haha, you think we're power hungry assholes that don't know how to control explosions!"
Don ended the call. Ryder sat there in the driver's seat of the Patroller. He knew he was going to have to drive it back to Adventure Bay. A 22 hour drive, he wasn't sure if he could make it.

"Who was that?" Rubble asked.

"Mayor Humdinger and Don Percival."
"What do they want now?"
"I called them actually. I told Mayor Humdinger it was on."
"You're not real happy with them are you?" Marshall joined in.
"He's putting us all in danger. I don't care if I die, but he endangering all of you! That's enough to get me to hate someone! Now, he's looking to completely destroy the town. The town we live in and love! All the innocent people, all the kids, and not just us! Foggy Bottom, Skyline Ridge… God knows how many other towns! I'm willing to die to see them fall!"
"Stop saying that! We don't want you to die!" Chase begged.
"I know you don't. But you'll be just fine without me. I'm one person, versus, possibly millions! We don't even have a clue how powerful that bomb will be!"
"You're getting yourself too worked up! You need a break really bad!" Skye was worried.

"I'm not going to rest until this is done! Until all you pups and Adventure Bay is safe!"
They heard a knock on the door of the Patroller. The windshield was in ultra tint mode, so no one could see in. It was just Michael.
"We're leaving tonight. We're driving straight there, just stopping for gas. Trevor is going to fly the attack Chopper, Frank, Lester, Dave, and I will be in one LAPV, and Darrell and Chase in the other."
"Thank God! We're out! Wait… my robot was taken. It was what drove this thing. I don't think I can make it 22 hours."
"Do you need someone else to ride with you? I can see if Frank can ride with you, he wouldn't mind the pups. Hey, maybe he can bring Chop along."
Michael dialed Franklin, when Trevor pulled up.
"Leavin tomorrow! Can't wait to see Adventure Bay again!"

"Yeah, I guess being home will help me with my stress."
"It can't be that bad!"
"It is that bad! Everyone within hundreds of square miles of where we live is in danger! It's up to me to stop it all!"
"Why don't you just evacuate those fuckers? It's not hard to find a new place to live!"
"That'll be more stressful than this!"
"Are you bullshitting my advice!?"
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
"You better not fucking insult me! I will put you in the ground! Put you in your place like all the others!"
"That's the least of my worries!"

Trevor realized Ryder was too stressed to give a damn about his threats.

"You know what? You need a girlfriend! You better find someone to settle down with, or you'll end up like me!"

"I'm 10!"
"So fuckin what!? You've gotten in gun fights, you're fighting a private army, and it's up you to save your town! If you're old enough for that, you're old enough for a girl!"
"I don't know, T."
"Come with me! I know what's gonna ease your mind."
"You're not taking me into the forest to kill me are you?"
"If I was doing that, all the witnesses would be dead by now! I got the right place!"
"I'll go too!" Marshall said.

"Why not? All of you can come!"
The pups turned down Trevor's… generous offer.

"Suit yourself. Let's go!"
Trevor wound up taking Ryder and Marshall to Vanilla Unicorn. The bodyguard tried to stop them again.
"Go fuck yourself Jerome!"

Trevor pulled Ryder into the club. Marshall followed, having no idea what they were going into.

"Why did you take me here?" Ryder asked.

"To clear your mind! If you're going to fight Merryweather, you need to have a clear head! Or else you'll end up like me! Hey, Nikki! My boy here, it's his 18th birthday! Why don't you take him to the back?"
Ryder looked back at Trevor, almost in resentment.

"Good luck kid!"

Nikki was unaware she was pulling back an underage kid. Although she should've known, she took Trevor's word for it.

"Where's she taking him!?" Marshall became worried.

"To heaven on earth! Don't worry! You'll get yours!"
Marshall finally picked up an appealing aroma, "Liver sausages!?"

He ran to the source, where someone made an entire plate of liver sausages for him. Not to mention the belly rubs he got.

"Where's your spot? I know you'll tell me!" the girl adoring Marshall asked.

"I won't tell you!"
She found it anyway, "Ah! It tickles! You found it!"

Marshall was in heaven! He wished the other pups would've came! Well, it wasn't quite heaven, there was a lot of smoke, and it was really muggy, but aside from that. Michael had just gotten off the phone with Franklin. He walked back to the Patroller.

"Hey, Franklin can ride with y… where'd Ryder go?"
"Trevor took him somewhere," Chase said.
"Where? Oh… fuckin Trevor!"
"Where'd he take him!?" Rocky asked.

"That fuckin strip joint he runs!"

"Isn't that illegal? Ryder's a minor." Skye asked.
"What haven't we been doing that's illegal?" Rubble testified.

"He pwobably found a way to avoid going in theaw," Zuma added.

"What about Marshall!? They took Marshall!" Rocky was worried.

They got a call from their pup tags from Marshall.

"Speaking of… Are you ok Marshall?" Chase asked.

"You pups need to get down here! Liver sausages… endless belly rubs! A pup's dream!"
"Liver sausages!?" Rubble jumped into his Patriot and drove to Vanilla Unicorn.
"Belly rubs!?" Rocky did the same.

"I wanna go!" "Me too!" "I guess I should check on Ryder."
The rest packed into Chase's cruiser and headed there as well.

"Oh yeah, have me watch over your truck! That's cool!" Michael said sarcastically.
He just drove off. It would kinda be their faults if the Patroller got vandalized as well. The pups all got to Vanilla Unicorn for liver sausages and belly rubs. Chase went to check on Ryder. They went up the guard.

"No animals allowed."

Chase pulled out his police badge, "Officer of the law, it's an emergency."

"Alright, come on in."

The pups ran in, Chase going to the back, while the other pups went to where Marshall was.

"Ryder, are you in here?" Chase asked.

"I'm afraid you can't be back here without a private dancer… What the… I'm afraid animals can't be back here either," it took the guard a minute to look back from his computer to see Chase.

"Officer of the law, I need to find Ryder."

"Got a warrant?"

"Got reasonable cause."

"I'm fine Chase!" Ryder's voice came from nowhere.

"Ryder! Where are you?"

"Just go back to to the rest of the pups, I'll be out in a bit."

Chase opened the curtain he traced Ryder's voice to. He didn't like what he saw.

"Ah! Ma'am, if you could… Put some clothes on, that'd be nice!"

"You gotta wait your tur… Uh… Where'd that voice come from?" Nikki looked down, "Oh hey little pup, are you lost? Your friends are through that door to the right."

"You know he's a minor right?"

Nikki wasn't sure if she was more scared about the talking dog, or a police dog pointing out she was dancing for a minor. She ran into the back room.

"You didn't have to do that!" Ryder said, annoyed.

"Yes I did, I'll get you out of here!"

Chase dragged Ryder out. When they went to the main room, Trevor was right there.

"How you feeling?"

"A lot better! That really helped!"

Chase knew Ryder was acting weird, "You know manipulating a minor is a class A felony right?"

"Ah whatever."

"I can have you arrested right n…"

"Chase, it's alright. Don't worry about it!"

Rubble came up to Chase, "I saved you a liver sausage!"

"I'm not hungry! You should be as enraged as I am!"

"More for me!"

Rubble just ate the sausage and walked away. A few of the dog lovers came up to Chase.

"Aww! You're so cute!"

"Don't touch me!"

He started growling at everyone around him.

"I'm enjoying myself Chase! There's no need for you to be so mad! We've been under so much stress lately! Enjoy yourself, eat some liver sausages, get some belly rubs, and enjoy yourself before we go home tonight!" Ryder offered.

Chase just sighed, "I guess. I just don't want anything happening to you. We've been corrupted enough by this city, I don't want to make it worse."

"Just enjoy yourself and forget about it."

"We're out of liver sausages pups," a chef announced.

"You didn't save some for me!? I never got any! Why would you eat all of them!?" Chase was enraged again.

"You said you didn't want any," Rubble defended.

"Pups change their minds! Why wouldn't you let me have any!?"

Ryder grabbed Chase before he could do any physical damage. He carried him outside.

"We'll go to the store and get some, don't worry!"

"They didn't save any! They know the stress I've been through! The knew I was dealing with something! They knew…"

Just then, a refrigerated box truck came through.

"Food delivery."

"Liver sausages?"

"I got a whole box full!"

Chase grabbed the box and ran inside.

"More liver sausages! Cook em up!"

Ryder's fun was over, but he had a good time watching the pups enjoy themselves. Their fun lasted for a few hours, before Michael came in.

"Hey, let's get to Adventure Bay! It's a 22 hour drive!"

"Alright pups, let's get going!... Where's Marshall?"

Marshall walked out of a backroom.

"Things will never be the same!"

"We're heading back to Adventure Bay! Let's get going!"

Marshall popped his back and ran out.

"I still need to get my Gauntlet back!"

"That thing's impounded by now," Franklin said.

"Damn it! Pups, you all have your new vehicles right? None of them are missing?"

Ryder got the answers he wanted. What he wanted even more was to get Robodog and the old trucks back. The pups who had their vehicles got in, the drove back to the Patroller. Franklin gave Ryder a ride to the impound. Meanwhile, a dancer walked out of the same room Marshall was in. Everyone looked back and started at her.

"What?"

Ryder paid to get his Gauntlet, then everyone going to Adventure Bay met up at the Patroller, and Franklin got Chop. Chop jumped into the Patroller to see the pups.

"Sup, I'm chop!"

Chop wagged his bobtail while the other pups trembled in his appearance. He was a huge full grown Rottweiler. They were unsure what he'd do.

"Sweet! I have my own place to lay down!"

Chop jumped onto where Rubble and Zuma normally sit.

"Y'all are weird, do you talk?"

The pups finally introduced themselves.

"Y'all have some weird accents! You're not from around here are you?"

"Uh, we have Canadian English accents," Chase said, starting to get annoyed with Chop."

"English, very funny! No dog can… Franklin!"

Chop ran to Franklin.

"Hey boy! Go sit down with the other pups!"

Chop jumped onto the seat, knocking Zuma off and crushing Rubble.

"Sorry! I'm a little bit bigger than you all, but I'm almost a lap dog!"

The pups started speaking English.

"Is he stupid?"

"I can't tell! He's calling our dog accents weird."

"Dogs here in Los Santos are a lot different from the ones in Adventure Bay," Franklin pointed out.

"You can speak English! That's so cool!" Chop said.

The pups wished they weren't fluent in dog out of instinct. They don't even use it, yet they had to learn English to speak it, and that's the only language they use. Ryder climbed in.

"Ready to go pups?"

The pups cheered, ready to go home.

"Let's leave this shithole!"

"What's wrong with Los Santos?" Franklin got defensive.

"It's not us. We don't belong here."

Ryder had to adjust the seat and pedals from Robodog's settings to his. It was so weird to drive this thing again. He hadn't driven it so since it drove off the assembly line. It's also been a while since he's driven a stick.

"Go ahead kid, we'll follow you," Michael said through the radio.

"And go fast, don't be a pussy!" Trevor pressured.

"Don't listen to Trevor. The speed you can go depends on the state."

"I'll do 10 over, how's that?" Ryder offered, "This vehicle doesn't have legal immunities until we get to Canada."

"Actually, I contacted the FIB. Once we're out of San Andreas, we are immune to local and state law enforcement," Dave said.

Ryder finally got going, two insurgents and a Savage attack chopper in the air.

"Woah! This house can move!" Chop yelled.

The pups all looked at Chop like he was stupid.

"Give him a break pups, he doesn't know," Ryder was as much of a dog whisperer as Franklin.

"Hey dog, you sure you don't want me to drive? I can probably make it the full way," Franklin offered.

"I'll be fine, I might need a break later, but until then, you can just relax."

"You wonder why you so stressed, you take the load off other people and go through torment on the way."

Franklin's vocabulary was starting to become informal and broken, signalling he was now comfortable around Ryder and the pups.

"It's a bad habit."

"I know what I'm talking about. I had to do it for T and Mike."

Chop was taking up almost the full seat, causing Zuma, Rubble, and Skye to be crunched together at the end.

"You don't have to be uncomforble. You can cuddle wit me," Chop offered.

Chop was dirty, slobbery,and didn't smell too pleasant. He was a nice, non meth head dog version of Trevor. Finally they were off, headed back home.