As the Air Patroller landed in Argentina, the pups had to figure out how to stay away from each other. They had significantly less room in the Air Patroller as they do in the Paw Patroller. Marshall and Chase, Rocky and Skye, Tracker and Chase, Marshall and Rubble all had to stay away from each other. Even Gabbie and Skye got into it, kinda by default. Gabbie didn't take kindly to Skye hitting Rocky. Zuma was the only one that got along with everyone.

Argentina was fun, but hell. Tracker greeted plenty of fans. South America was a fun hell, where Tracker got to greet many fans. Since Everest knew Portuguese, she greeted the Brazilian fans. After South America, they headed to Australia. Australia had a huge metal scene, and had been waiting a long time for the pups to play there. Likewise with New Zealand. As they flew from Australia to Singapore, they tried to do some self therapy.

"Alwight, we'wre gathewred to talk about pwoblems we constantly have. We need to talk it thwough wathewr than fighting all the time."

"What's the use? This band is going to break up either way," Chase said.

"It will if you think like that. Does any pup wemembewr why we fowrmed this band?"

"To move on from Ryder's loss, that's getting old Zuma!" Marshall snapped.

"Wyder wanted us to be happy! We're not happy!"

"No but we've all moved on, and we're not dependent on him anymore. We still love him, we still miss him, but we've moved on!" Rubble added.

"Not all of us! I think about him everwy day! This band makes me happy! I can't live without it! But you're all miserwable! And… And…" Zuma broke down, "I want to keep playing music!... It's all I want! I don't want the money! I don't want the fame!"

Marshall hugged Zuma. Chase put his arm around Zuma. This was the closest Chase and Marshall had been to each other without swinging on each other for a long time.

"I'm here for you. Marshall and I don't get along, so it doesn't seem like it, but I am. You're still a brother to me."

"But Mawshall isn't."

Chase didn't have anything to say to that. Rocky was the next to break down. It spread to all the pups.

"Chase and I walked the line of death and we still argued," Marshall said.

"Because of your immaturity," Chase insulted.

"It's more of your douchebaggery."

"Weally!?"

"After Terry came and attacked and Everest almost killed him, we were on a good streak, then it ended after that whole hostage thing," Rocky reminded.

"It's just a shame all this is in vain. We'll start fighting again by the time we land," Tracker observed.

"Can't we just get along?" Zuma asked.

"We used to be able to. Not anymore," Skye answered.

Thankfully the fighting didn't resume until after they landed in Singapore. Singapore was really badass and fun. Indonesia was the same way, insane architecture. By the time the pups got to Malaysia, they were so tired that they didn't even fight anymore. They were just glad the tour was almost over. After a few shows in the Philippines later, it was time to go home. A very broken Paw Patrol. They shared a house above all else.

They unpacked the Air Patroller and fought. And fought. Eventually they all had to have a meeting.

"What's going on is spiralling out of control. We can't tour, record, or even practice normally. We have to figure out if… This is the end," Rocky assessed.

"We don't have a choice," Rubble said.

"Of couwrse we have a choice! We can get through this!" Zuma motivated.

"We really can't!" Chase discouraged.

"That's what we said about Wyder!"

Marshall stood close to Zuma. Chase put his arm around him. The band's end was coming. Whether it was for good, or just for the time being was unknown.

"We can do this! We'll make it!"

None of the pups said anything. Zuma was the only one willing to work with every pup. He was the only one that didn't see the band breaking up as a benefit. Although the pups didn't want to do it, it's for the best.

"I feel so bad. At first you didn't even want this band. But after the Slipknot concert, you wanted it more than any of us. And to this day, you still love this more than any of us," Chase comforted.

"No… No!"

Zuma broke down, and it spread to all the pups. Zuma hugged every pup, then curled up to Marshall for comfort.

"So it's official, the Paw Patrol has broken up," Rocky declared.

The pups settled any conflict. Rocky and Skye hugged, Chase and Tracker shook paws, but not Marshall and Chase. All the pups hugged. Rocky and Chase were considered the main founders, so they had to be the ones to tell the world. They got a camera and put up a live broadcast on just about every form of social media.

"Hey, Rocky here!"

"And Chase!"

"After a long tour, all of our fighting, the torment we put each other through, we got to the point where we can't do what we do anymore."

"After a long talk, the very hard decision was made. The Paw Patrol is no longer together."

There was a short pause. That was it. It was official. No turning back. They had to hide the emotion.

"It was the hardest decision we've ever had to make. We've had such a good time with this band. Together, the eight of us saw the world. We grew together, we played together, we mourned together. But it has to come to an end," Chase explained.

"Whether we'll ever unite again is questionable. But to our fans, the Pawpulation… you're the absolute best. We love you all. Thank you all so much for everything. The support, the love, everything!"

"What's going to happen next we don't know. If we never unite again, this won't be the last you see of us. Or at least some of us. At least two of us will be back."

There was another pause.

"I guess that's just about it. Rocky out."

"Chase out."

They shut off the camera. They didn't know what to say to each other. The eight met up for possibly the last time.

"Who gets the house, the Paw Patroller, the Air Patroller, and Robodog?"

"I'm moving back to the jungle. I have no need to stay in Adventure Bay, or keep any of those. I just need Gabbie and Carlos," Tracker declared.

"I kinda want the Paw Patroller," Rocky claimed.

Rubble wanted it too, but he knew Rocky would take better care of it.

"It'd be fair if Skye gets the Air Patroller," Marshall claimed, "Zuma and I just want the house."

"I want Robodog," Rubble called, "I don't wanna be alone."

Marshall pat Rubble on the back.

"You can stay with us if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

The pups weren't sure what next.

"We're likely gonna move closer to the mountain, on the other side of Adventure Bay," Everest said.

The pups split up. Rocky and Everest signed for this house, they didn't want to give it up, but they didn't want to take it and the Paw Patroller, and Everest wanted an easier commute to Jake. Within a few days, Tracker and Gabbie were packed up and had moved to the jungle. Rocky and Everest closed on their second house in two years, and moved in. Rocky had his own garage, so he was happy. Chase and Skye got a beach property far enough down Main Street to have enough room to store the Air Patroller. Zuma, Marshall, and Rubble stayed in the original house.

The pups' luck had drained. They just about lost everything. They still have money to support themselves if it means something. Now they had to figure out what to do with their lives.

To be continued... So don't go anywhere!