Not only was the Patroller broken down on the side of the road, now the pups were missing. It was up to Rocky and Tracker to get it figured out. The fate of rest of the tour was in their paws. Luckily scents and a few wolf carcasses gave them a lead.

"This is very concerning! They're missing, there's dead wolves, blood, and Robodog had a depleted battery," Tracker observed.

"None of this blood belongs to any of the pups, which is relieving. Where do you think they went?" Rocky wondered.

They both sniffed around for scents.

"Is something wrong?" the local resident asked.

"The rest of the pups are missing!" Tracker whimpered.

"Where'd they go?"

"Taken by wolves, that's what we're thinking!" Rocky said, "Do you have any guns? All we have is this .22."

"This is Montana! Everyone has guns!"

"In your truck? We gotta make this quick!"

"I carry a 30-06 and a .40."

"Well we're gonna need to b…"

"Shh!" Tracker ordered.

"It's no secret that we have to use force!"

"No really! Be quiet! Shut off the truck!"

Tracker used his super hearing.

"Two to three miles that way! I heard Skye and a few other voices, the rest of the pups' voices are muffled, they're probably gagged."

"Woah! You still have your hearing after all the time on stage?"

"You've seen the ear monitors I wear. My hearing is so sensitive I gotta make sure they're on right and they cancel out as much a possible."

"Do you even know what you're dealing with?" the local asked.

"No clue," Tracker said.

They sat clueless.

"I just thought about it! We could check the cameras, we'll know for sure what happened!" Rocky remembered.

The three went into the Patroller and accessed the camera server. Rocky pulled up two camera views from when the wolves surrounded the rest of the pups.

"What is Robodog doing? It's like he's… HOLY!..."

They watched Robodog take out the pack of wolves.

"So how did they get captured?"

They got to where Robodog collapsed.

"He saved us! I can't believe it!" "How do we thank him!?" "We start by putting him on his charger!" was heard.

Suddenly two huge wolves came into the camera's view. It was the same wolves that blocked their path to the Patroller. They his underneath while Robodog wreaked havoc. They contained the pups, then the rest of the pack came back.

"You'll never take us!" Chase challenged.

The alpha knocked Chase cold, and another wolf carried him. Skye was slapping every wolf trying to make contact with her. The alpha snuck up and grabbed her.

"I'll like you! I think you'll be my slave!"

"No! Chase won't let you!"

"Well we know what our next meal is! Put the rest of those leashers in a line and follow me! Any of you make a sound, you'll end up like Chase here!"

"You'll never silence us!" Everest yelled.

The alpha hit Everest hard enough to knock her on the ground. The fur on Rocky's back and neck went straight up and his tail went into a hook. After she was on the ground, he gagged her, as well as the rest of the pups except Skye.

"Gabbie! No!"

Eventually the wolves and pups walked out of the view of the camera. Rocky was ready to rage while Tracker was about to cry.

"We're going out to find them! We'll rescue the pups and kill those wolves!"

"But… all we have is a .22."

"I'll help y'all. I got those two guns. Not much ammo though."

"We definitely appreciate it. Now Tracker, time to do what you do best!"

"Play turntables?"

"No, what you used to do."

"I'm all ears!"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking!?"

"Go to church?" the local asked.

"That too. What's your name anyway?" Rocky asked.

"Darrell."

"Well, it's good to finally know your name. Ready to go kill some wolves?"

"No, but I'm ready to save your friends."

Rocky, Tracker, and Darrell set out to track down the wolf pack and the pups.

"Alright, I don't smell Chase or Skye, but they were being carried. Hopefully it's still the case." Tracker observed.

"You smell the rest of the pups?" Rocky asked.

"Yeah, but I lost count of how many wolves."

Tracker stopped in his tracks. He ordered Rocky and Darrell to stop. He used his hearing.

"Wolf pack quarter mile that way! Proceed with caution, don't get smelled."

The three took caution. Darrell, being a human, was slower, made more noise, and wasn't aware of scents. First time he ever willingly followed orders from a dog. They eventually got into sight. Tracker overheard a conversation between the alpha and a few other wolves that the rest of pups couldn't hear.

"Yeah, the German Shepherd will be the first to go. He'll cause problems, and I want Skye for myself. We'll start the kill ritual in 10 minutes."

"Only if I could have the husky!"

"She's all yours! Next to go will probably be the gay couple. We'll torture them, but kill them together to make it up to them."

Meanwhile, Marshall and Chase were arguing about whose fault it was that they got captured. The rest of the pups just sat trembling.

"Really pups? You're about to die and you're arguing!?" Rocky wondered.

"You hear that!? He's gonna kill Chase!" Tracker panicked.

"If he does… his death will be so much more painful!"

Rocky, Tracker, and Darrell observed the pack and planned their attack. Time was running out, Chase was going to get killed soon.

"Darrell, you have a long range weapon and a not so good sense of smell. You stay back, we'll take the handguns and go in. So we'll sneak in, ambush them from the wood pile, you'll give us coverage until we…"

The alpha howled, "All wolves gather!"

Every wolf in the pack gathered in the center of the land.

"As you all know, we aqured these seven leashers! Because of their guard robot, we lost some good wolves in the process. We'll make sure these seven pay! So while…"

"I'm not responsible for this mess! Or the band being torn apart!" Chase yelled.

"You're damn well responsible! If it wasn't for your excessive ambition, we wouldn't be in such a bad position!" Marshall fired back.

"Will both of you shut up for two seconds!?"

"Go to hell!" Chase ordered.

"Omega, grab the German Shepherd!"

The pack's omega went to grab Chase, but Chase headbutt him.

"Outflankers, grab him!"

Two higher ranking wolves grabbed Chase and set him in front of the alpha.

"This one causes the most trouble. Not only that, I want his girlfriend for myself, so he's the first to go!"

"You're not taking Skye!"

Chase attacked the alpha, and the alpha shoved Chase to the ground.

"North end guards, get my kill weapon! It's time he goes!"

Chase hadn't processed yet that he was about to die. Skye laid on the ground bawling into her paws, and the rest of the pups cried to spare him. Except Marshall. He and Chase were still arguing.

"Hey Marshall, before I die, I want you to know I hate you!"

"Joke's on you, you'll be the first to end up in hell!"

"Shut up! Seriously!"

A guard handed the alpha his weapon.

"Chase, you have the honor of being the first to die! I will stab you, and you will bleed out, fresher meat! The next to be eaten is the fat one! Plenty of meat!"

"I'm not fat!" Rubble roared.

"That's what they all say! And the gay couple will be put through the treacherous work. Overworked, yet force fed for meat!"

The pups cried while the wolves howled.

"Any last words?"

"Yeah! Fuck you!"

"Well, say goodbye while you're at it!"

The wolves broke into a howl as the alpha raised the blade. As he was about to thrust down, he picked up Darrell's scent.

"What happened sir?" an outflanker asked.

"I smell a human!"

"Do you want us to check it out?" a south end guard asked.

"He can't be nearby if we just now smell him. After the ritual!"

The wolves howled again as the alpha raised his blade. Once again, the downthrust was stopped, this time by his weapon disintegrating. A loud bang echoed through the trees.

"Damn it! I missed!" Darrell said.

"You saved Chase!" Rocky praised.

"I knew I was immortal!" Chase shouted.

Marshall was secretly relieved. Despite Chase being saved, Skye continued to cry.

"We're under attack! Take your defense positions!

"Quick! Ammo inventory!" Rocky noted.

"I got three 10 round magazines for the 30-06 and two 12 round mags for the .40!" Darrell answered.

"We have two mags for the .22 as well. We can't be trigger happy! Tracker, you and I go in, Darrell, find a good vantage point!"

Rocky and Tracker ran and ambushed a few east end guards. Unfortunately, without suppressors, the guns were heard by the entire pack.

"It's two more pups! Must be their friends! They got launchers! Blitz them!"

It became a zombie situation, countless wolves trying to run at them and their only defense is the bullets. It's not as easy as it sounds, they have about as many rounds as there are wolves in the pack. Every time they used a second round on a wolf, that's one less wolf to defend themselves from.

"Rocky, this isn't looking good!"

"We're winning aren't we!?"

"You don't know wolf nature! They don't surrender!"

"They surrendered against Robodog!"

"That wasn't on their land! This is their land! They won't give it up! The rest of the pups are sitting scared and defenseless! I think you know what we need to do!"

"What?"

"Unleash the beast!"

A wolf got a hold of Tracker, but Rocky shot him off. It took him a second to process what "unleash the beast" meant. Rocky emptied a magazine, and, although he had another, he faked not having it.

"I'm out of ammo!"

The wolves heard that and attacked Rocky. He was on the ground completely defenseless… until a savage Everest took every wolf out. Aside from the ability to fly, she was just as dangerous as Robodog. Before long, the number of wolves dropped 60%, and the alpha was left virtually defenseless. Tracker's prediction was wrong, the wolves did surrender.

The battle wasn't anywhere near as long as Rocky, Tracker, and Darrell predicted. The wolves that were unharmed surrendered to the center of the land, and the injured ones limped towards the outside. The pups surrounded the alpha.

"You'll never take me alive!"

He went to jump at Chase, but Rocky shot him in the leg with the .22.

"Ah! What are you gonna do!? Kill me!?"

"Yeah," Chase answered, "Seems the tables turned!"

"Is this negotiable?"

"Not a chance. Before we kill you, what's your name?" Skye asked.

"Alex."

"Alex? That's not a very wolf name!" Rubble insulted.

"What's a wolf name?"

"A stereotypical name that a wolf would have," Everest answered.

"What's wrong with my name!?"

"Nevermind. Say goodbye!"

Rocky went to shoot Alex in the head, but there was just a click.

"Well I forgot to reload. Where the hell is the other magazine?"

Unknowingly, Rocky used the last round they had to shoot Alex in the leg.

"Spared by default. But we're gonna leave you with something to remember us by!"

Rocky pulled out his razor blade and cared the Paw Patrol's logo onto Alex's chest. The pups laughed tauntingly.

"I would say get lost, but we don't wanna stay. Back to the Patroller pups!"

The pups victoriously went back to the Patroller. Rocky, Gabbie, Zuma, Rubble, and Chase teamed up to fix the engine. They made Tracker learn as well.

"Darrell, thank you so much for your help!" the pups praised.

"Not a problem. Just let me get a back stage pass to one of your shows!"

"One? You get a lifetime pass!"

"Thanks pups! I appreciate it! It was good to meet y'all, and I'll definitely listen to your music!"

Darrell got in his truck and headed back into town. Robodog had a full charge, and off to Vancouver they go! There was one small problem. As they got cell reception again, they got a call from the tour booker.

"Pups! Where the hell are you!? The Vancouver show is tomorrow! Every band checked in but you!"

"The Patroller broke down, then most of us got taken captive by wolves! We're trying to hurry!"

"Where are you though!?"

"Forsyth, Montana!"

"Montana!? You're not gonna make it!?"

"We're trying!"

Now the pups started arguing. It became a shouting match. As they got into Washington, the tour booker called them again.

"I have to inform you pups that you're considered a no show at Vancouver. I need to know if you're going to make it to Toronto."

"What do you mean we're a no show!? We don't take the stage for a good 10 hours and we're three hours away!"

"Tour guidelines. Are you going to make Toronto or not?"

"Yes we are! We can damn well make Vancouver too!"

"Well, that's too bad!"

When the tour booker hung up, Rocky slammed his hat on the ground. Once again, the pups started arguing. The rest of the Canadian tour was hell, and in Mexico, they started having shows like London on a regular basis. It was getting uglier, and they still had three continents to go. They got back home, only to pack their gear into the Air Patroller and head south to open in Argentina. They just had to make it up for Vancouver.

AN: I don't have much to say, there's been a wave attacks on the Paw Patrol community lately, and because I've been so busy, I haven't had time to read Jack dick, so I just recently discovered it wasn't just me, however, I still feel the main troll for my story is someone I know or knew personally because they know my real name. Unfortunately with how busy I am, I can't pour much water onto the fire and help, but I'll do what I can