The pups thought that they would wake up at the venue, but it turns out the venue was further down Mexico than they thought. Toluca, Mexico was a good day drive from the border. The pups played more GTA until they got to the venue. Inside the venue parking lot, other than the air and atmosphere, it was just like America and Canada. Looking into the skyline of the city and surrounding area, however, it was so much different. The architecture, the neighborhoods, the people, and everything is in Spanish.

"This city is fairly safe, you shouldn't have to worry too much about the cartels. Tomorrow, we could probably spend some time roaming around. Marshall, Zuma, the fans and citizens don't care, but if a corrupt government division or drug cartel finds out about you two, it'll be a good reason for them to take you out or hold you captive." Tracker guided.

"That's good to know…" Zuma said

"Just warning you. If non English speakers talk to us, I'll let them know you don't know Spanish. If I'm not around and someone tries to start trouble, just ignore it. You shouldn't have to worry about that in the venue. Other than that, it should be a normal show."

Marshall had to limp around. Having three paws was going to suck! Luckily being November, it wasn't too hot. Nowhere near as bad as it was in Vegas. Tracker was able to talk to fans in Spanish. Rocky couldn't wait until they played in Germany and he was able to do the same with German fans. Chase needed to improve his Russian as well. The pups were definitely going to have fun. It's something new.

As night came around, the pups got to watch a lot of bands they never heard of, and a lot that they did and never thought much about. Marilyn Manson, Lamb of God, Megadeth, and Of Mice and Men, were bands that played before them on the mainstage. Hatebreed and Killswitch Engage were there also. The Paw Patrol was the only ultra desirable band to see on day one. They were the most wanted to see band behind Slipknot. The festival planners did that on purpose to make people buy tickets for both days.

As Marilyn Manson finished his set, the road crew took down his stage and put up the pups' stage. There was in interviewer backstage waiting for the pups, especially Tracker. He was speaking in Spanish to the camera, then the pups gradually came.

"Ah Rubble! How are you liking the Mexico tour so far?"

Rubble let out a huge fart and walked away. Rocky walked up next.

"Rocky! How would you say the band feels about playing here?"

Rocky started talking in German. The interviewer looked and the camera confused. He didn't speak German.

"Sprichst du Deutsch? Nein? Alles Klar. Du bist beschissen!"

Rocky walked away. Zuma and Marshall walked up together.

"Hey Zuma, what do you have planned tonight?"

"We'wre gonna teawr it up! We'wre gonna dominate! We'll show that we wule Nowrth Amerwica! Then we'll…"

Marshall was jumping around in the background as if he had never been on camera before. It distracted Zuma and he busted out laughing. The interviewer just smiled, thinking it was cute. Zuma walked away.

"So Marshall, when you…"

"Sup!"

Marshall ran off to follow Zuma. Chase walked in.

"Hey Chase, how are you liking Mexico?"

"We're gonna destroy you!"

"No please don't!"

Chase walked off, and finally Tracker walked in.

"Tracker!"

The interview started asking Tracker questions in Spanish.

"¿Que? Me habla no Español!" he said in a perfect Mexican accent.

(I don't know Spanish, so I'm going to write their Spanish conversation in English.)

"You just spoke Spanish right there!"

"Sorry I only speak English."

"You're speaking Spanish right now!"

"I'm going to speak in German now."

"That's an irrelevant language!"

"Sorry I'm Mexican, it just must be something that others don't understand."

The interviewer was starting to get annoyed, but it was also starting to get funny too. They continued their conversation as the pups did a head count.

"Alright! Two, four, five, six, seven… where's Tracker?" Rocky counted.

Tracker walked in the backroom.

"Tracker! Hurry up!" Chase yelled, "Don't make me call Border Patrol!"

"Shut up! I'm gonna hurt you!"

The pups huddled.

"Mexico! Our first show in a non English speaking country! We were given this opportunity by Slipknot! Once again, let's shown our appreciation by putting on a badass show!" Rocky motivated.

"Twackewr is finally playing close to home! Let's give him a bettewr home show than Wocky had!" Zuma added.

"If I could just see my family, it'd be good enough," Tracker said.

"Could be worse…" Rocky reminded.

"Let's go out and show them what we got!" Everest hurried.

"México on tres! Uno, dos, tres!" Tracker counted.

"Mexico!" the pups yelled.

The show opened like a normal show. The crowd roared as the pups took the stage.

"Mexico!

Aaaarrrrgggh! Go!"

After the first song, Tracker did the talking instead of Marshall. He said in Spanish what Marshall would normally say in English. Most of the attention that night was on Tracker, much like it would be on Rocky in Germany. As the night came to an end, the pups didn't lose as much energy as they normally did. Tracker had a surprise.

For the accordion solo in Hometown, he had gotten a new accordion painted like the Mexican flag. It was painted in three different colors and had the symbol in the white section on the flag. The crowd roared when they saw it.

"Paw Patrol! Paw Patrol!"

"We've fallen now we rise!" the crowd sang.

That caught Marshall off guard. He didn't expect the crowd to sing with them in English. Eventually the setlist ended and the pups stood at the front of the stage.

"Mexico! Thank you! Or… Gracias?" Marshall knew very little Spanish.

Tracker said the goodbyes, and the rest of the pups did their usual thing. They spent about a week in Mexico. The next day, they watched the rest of Knotfest, then toured Mexico for a little bit, and Tracker gave some education on the culture. A few weeks passed and it was time for Japan! Unlike with Mexico, the pups had no lead with Japan when it comes to culture and language. Some pups did research before heading off.

The Air Patroller was making good progress. It was running, now renovations were being done. What was originally the launch pad where the pups strapped into their jetpacks was being converted into living space and storage. It luckily would be done by April. Flying commercial for Europe would suck.

A week prior to the show, the pups headed to Vancouver International Airport to catch an Air Canada flight to Tokyo. They had to admit, flying commercial was exciting! It was a rush, especially seeing all the planes going to many different parts of the world. Some planes simply going on a 30 minute flight to Seattle, to the massive ones going all the way to Moscow. As well as them, going to Tokyo. It was a half empty 747, which meant not much of a fan rush, and plenty of room in the cargo bay for their gear. Nevertheless, they were still recognized by plenty of people in the airport, and they did need security.

Getting on the plane was a breeze with a half full plane and two gates. There were kids on the plane that got excited and wanted to meet the pups. It was going to be a 10 hour flight, so there's plenty of time for that. Each pup got their own first class suite at the nose of the plane. They looked out the window to see all their gear getting loaded into the cargo bay.

"Way more complicated than when we just take the Paw Patroller! At least we aren't doing the work!" Rubble said.

"We're going to get a generic tour bus when we get there. Is all our gear gonna fit?" Everest wondered.

"Roadrunner is funding this tour, they're the ones worrying about it! If it doesn't, we just gotta complain!" Chase answered.

"The perks of the highlife!" Marshall praised.

The pups were damn near yelling at each other because their seats were so far apart from each other. They had the whole nose section to themselves.

"I've nevewr flown fiwrst class on a 747 befowre… Owr at all," Zuma said.

"I've never flown commercial. It's nice to have someone else do the flying," Skye added.

All the people eventually boarded the plane. Once the seatbelt sign was off, they expected some fan visitation.

"This is your captain speaking uh… We're expecting a 10 hour flight to uh… Tokyo. We'll be racing the sun across to the west. This is uh… a complicated time zone difference. Gate push off will be at uh… 10:30 am, and we're expecting to arrive at Tokyo uh… at 3:30 pm tomorrow afternoon, so we'll be time travelers! Uh… Flight attendants please prepare for takeoff," the pilot said.

The plane took to the sky, and within 30 minutes, the seatbelt sign was off, and everyone was able to get up and walk around. Not that there's much room on a 747. Some pups were playing tug of war, some pups were playing with the personal TVs on the seats, and some were trying to sleep. A young boy walked up, hoping to be able to meet them.

"Um… hi!"

The pups noticed him, stopped what they were doing and gathered around him.

"I… I just have one question," the boy said.

"WHAT ARE THOSE!?" Marshall yelled.

The pups started laughing.

"I'm sorry, I had to!"

The boy got a little scared by Marshall's sudden outburst.

"Make yourself comfortable!" Rocky invited.

"Can I have a picture with you all?"

"Of course!"

The pups made the boy's day by circling around him and him being able to hang out with them. A pawful of other fans, kids, full grown metalheads, and dog lovers were able to meet the pups. Their diversity was really nice, and it helped get them famous. Despite being a metal band, they were very family friendly. They got much younger audiences into metal than usual.

Although their music had the intensity of most heavy metal bands, it's also very friendly and welcoming as opposed to Slipknot, where the music is a source of letting out anger and stress. They also never cuss, aside from in their own privacy, the only time violence was a factor was when the got angry and hit each other with sticks and guitar heads. Aside from Zuma kissing Marshall, they also keep any sexual idea out of public life. Them being pups also attracted dog lovers all over the world, even if they're not into the music.

Nine hours and a bunch of satisfied fans later, the plane landed in Tokyo, and the pups were escorted to a temporary tour bus, which had a trailer for gear. They got to the venue by night fall. The bus was so much different from the Patroller. It was bigger, but it was also smaller. They also had a random Japanese driver rather than Robodog. Japan was so much different from North America. It was going to be something they'll have to get used to next year. Russia is another country that's different from the rest like Japan. At least Chase knew some Russian, he had been working on it.

The next morning, Marshall and Zuma were the first up. They had no idea how Japan felt about gay couples, so they kept quiet about it. It was all the same bands from Knotfest Mexico and San Bernardino. They weren't sure what to do. They weren't as familiar with this bus as they were with the Patroller, it didn't have WiFi or TVs, they didn't have their canvas or grill like they normally had. At least they had their cigars. Cigars in Japan are a lot better than North American cigars.

Without thinking, they held paws as they sat next to each other. As they did, they realized it wasn't a problem in Japan. The Japanese recognized it. However, they were going to have to watch out when they start touring in more places throughout the world. In Russia they could face a lot of discrimination, and maybe detained if they publicly show it. In United Arab Emirates, they could be put to death. Even if UAE is sophisticated, it's still best that they don't step paw in the middle east.

"Japan is so different!" Marshall said.

"We'll have to get used to it. It's what we'll see a lot of next yeawr. The only country outside of Nowrth Amewrica that we'll be able to manage in is Gewrmany because Wocky is familiawr with the cultuwre."

"Europe will be so fun! I can't wait!"

"Yeah but we'll be tourwing Apwil thwough August. That's a long time."

"It's just a shame Mayor Goodway is kicking us out of the lookout."

"Maybe ouwr new house will be better fowr us."

"I think it will be. We'll finally have our own room to ourselves. We'll have more room."

Marshall and Zuma made eye contact. The thought of them finally having their own privacy was enough to offset the disappointment of leaving the lookout. Ryder was the only one that ever had his own room. The pups either slept in their pup house vehicles, which they were too big for now, or together in the lookout. They're getting to the age where privacy was a need and sleeping together in a large room kinda sucked.

It didn't take long before they were bombarded by Japanese fangirls. The fangirls really wanted pictures and autographs. Luckily for Marshall and Zuma they didn't want to conversate. The rest of the pups woke up to being bombarded by fans. As time passed, they eventually took the stage stage in front of the Japanese crowd.

"Japan!

Aaarrrrrggghh! Go!"

Marshall really liked talking and expressing how he feels, even through using Tracker as a translator. The problem here is none of the pups knew Japanese. Jay, the pups' pyrotechnician, didn't know Japanese, so he couldn't put down subtitles in the screen. Marshall suddenly felt like the language barrier was a big deal. All he was able to do after the first song was bow. The entire show went on without any kind of communication to the crowd.

The crowd, however, did know the story behind the pups, the band, and why the pups broke down during Ryder's song. At the end, contrary to the Japanese culture, the pups all bowed to thank and shown respects to the Japanese crowd.

"Thank you Japan! Thank you a lot!"

The pups left the stage. Finally the last tour of this cycle was done! After a week in Japan, the pups went home and started packing up the lookout and preparing to record.

AN: Sorry for the slow upload. This week was hectic, I had a lot going on. Once a week updates shouldn't stay, I'll do my best to update more often