Chapter 9
Zuma
The ocean was the place to be, especially when he needed to think. He was on the bay with his surfboard he was mad and sad, and he did not know what he was feeling.
He heard a crash turned and saw the water tower crash down. Even though he saw Rocky dash into a hole. He paddled back to the beach and saw water draining down potholes and saw the burnt shells of buildings.
He walked around the town, thankfully not all of the town was gone only the area around Mr. Porter's shop.
He saw a couple of people walking around the burnt shells of the buildings.
He walked over to them he asked, "What happened here?"
"You little tower tuff of pups, " said one of the men.
"What, I-"
"You destroyed this section of town, " said the other man.
"We can't trust the Paw Patrol anymore."
"Good day dog, " they said as they walked away.
What is happening here, Zuma thought?
He walked down the deserted street when he heard a whisper.
" Hey you dog, "
He turned his head and he was yanked into the alleyway
"He-he fool dog, " the gruff man said, " Hey Tom it worked! "
" Don't say my name Jim, " You don't want to give away our identities do you."
"Okey let's go, " he brought Zuma into a pothole and caught a glimpse of words on the pothole.
Safehouse
Did you remember the gag.?"
Of course, I did I think...
Men who think they are smart are idiots dispose of them is my advice.
- M. H.