Rocky Gone Rogue

Hey guys, Charisma here! Yes, I'm still gonna call myself Charisma even though that's technically not my full username, as I have officially changed it so it is better; The Charismatic. Pretty cool, right? Aaannnyyywaaayyyss, I'd like to give a huge thanks to Blaz3r and Pawlover for reviewing my story so far. It really helped keep me going, and spurred me on to write this chapter. Also, on a side note, I did change some details from chapter 1 so it'd be much more like the actual PAW Patrol episode of Pups save a Werepuppy. Either way, hope you enjoy, and again, please review! It helps me to keep writing stories like these (even though they're pretty awfully written, but still!)

Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol

Chapter 3: Waking Surprise

It was 7 A.M. when Marshall groggily woke up from his marshmallow-dream-infested sleep with a massive stomach ache. "I guess all those sugary snacks really caught up with me," He thought as he slowly got up and stretched his legs. He looked around at all the other pups, and Ryder, as they slumbered peacefully on their sleeping bags and, in Ryder's case, a small mattress. But as he surveyed the happy campers, he noticed that Rocky wasn't there. He looked around for a sec, trying to find the recycling pup, but eventually gave up, thinking that he probably was working on his truck, or eating breakfast, or…..something. Marshall wasn't about to worry about what the mixed-breed was doing; he was starving. He walked over to his firetruck a little ways off, opened his storage compartment, and took out his secret stash of pup treats. Careful to make sure no one else was awake or watching him, he started gobbling up the treats one by one, savouring the liver-flavoured goodness flooding his senses.

Zuma woke up, opening his eyes wide as the sunlight shone down upon his muzzle, illuminating his adorable puppy face. As he stood up, stretching and yawning as he looked round the tiny campsite, he heard someone munching food and also noticed that Rocky was gone. "Weiwd," he thought as he rolled up his sleeping bag and began to walk towards his hovercraft with his stuff, "I could've swown I heard howling last night, and Wocky yelling too. Maybe I was just dweaming;. Oh well." He got to his hovercraft, and put all his stuff in his storage compartment. He heard the crunching and munching continue somewhere close by, then a muffled "Oh shit! Zuma's awake!", and then the loud sounds of a bag of pup treats being shifted around, almost as if someone was trying to hide it somewhere by stuffing it into something. Zuma knew exactly what was going on, and jumped out from behind his hovercraft to see Marshall, standing there wide-eyed in front of him with his firetruck's storage compartment open and a bag of pup treats peeking out from inside.

Marshall began to stutter frantically, searching for an explanation while Zuma leaned on his firetruck, smirking in amusement, knowing that he'd just caught the firepup red-handed. "Whatcha got thewe, Mawshall? You do know that if you show, you shawe," said Zuma, teasing the now very sweaty pup.

"O-oh, Zuma, I d-didn't know you were awake," said Marshall, trying frantically to discreetly stuff the bag farther into the storage compartment. "When did you get up?"

"Come on, Mawshall, I know you have a bag of pup tweats," said Zuma, walking closer, trying to get past Marshall to get to the storage compartment, which Marshall desperately tried to thwart.

"N-n-no, I-I don't have a b-bag of pup treats! Hehe," said Marshall with a nervous giggle, practically pushing Zuma now with his paws.

But Zuma was quick. Too quick for Marshall. With a quick juke and a duck under Marshall's front leg, he got past Marshall and revealed the bag of pup treats.

"O-o-oh, h-hey, how did th-that get there?" said Marshall, visibly sweating now.

"Just admit it, Mawshall. I won't tell anyone." said Zuma, already reaching into the bag to try get some treats for himself. Marshall stopped him.

"Alright, fine, yes I have pup treats in my truck. Why do you care anyways?"

"I wanted to give some to Wocky, and, well…...I want some myself too." Zuma giggled sheepishly, and tried again to reach in and grab some pup treats. This time Marshall didn't try to stop him.

"I haven't even seen Rocky this morning. Where do you think he could be? He's not by his truck." said Marshall, who was now beginning to worry.

Zuma was surprised that Marshall hadn't seen Rocky. He didn't know what to say. "Maybe we should look awound. He couldn't have gone faw. He's pwobably by the wivew or in the woods or something, looking fow twash." "No big deal, wight? Wight?!" Thought Zuma as he grabbed his and Rocky's pup treats and headed off to the smoldering campfire to try find out where Rocky could've gone.

"Hey Wocky, whatcha doing? Whewe awe you?" Said Zuma as he called Rocky's pup tag. But the call didn't have to go very far. A second later, Rocky's pup tag, still laying on his sleeping bag, bleeped twice and relayed the call. "What?!" cried Zuma, now even more worried and confused, "Why is Wocky's pup tag hewe and not awound his neck like it should be? Maybe I should tell Wyder."

"Ya, we should," said Marshall as they both walked over to Ryder, who was still sleeping. "Ryder. Ryder, wake up." Marshall whispered as he gently shook Ryder awake. Ryder slowly opened his eyes and saw his two pups standing right next to his mattress, looking at him with worried eyes.

"Morning pups. What's up?"

"Wyder! We woke up this morning, and Rocky wasn't anywhere! What's more, his pup tag is still on his bed! I'm so worried! Where did he go? Why did he leave his pup tag behind?" said Zuma hurriedly, panic evident in his voice, his wide eyes piercing into Ryder's heart and soul, making him want to do everything in his power to want to make Zuma the carefree pup he most often was.

"Whoa, whoa whoa! Slow down Zuma! You said he's gone and he left his pup tag behind? Hmmmmmm…..strange. It's not like Rocky to leave it after he gets up in the morning.

"I know! What do we do?" said Zuma, who's owner's words had only caused him to worry more. Rocky was his best friend! Why would he leave without telling anyone?

"Well, first we should see if Chase can find him with his tracking skills and his great sense of smell. If that doesn't work, we could get him to send his spy drone to search the surrounding area, and if that doesn't work, we might have to set up a search team." said Ryder confidently.

Ryder, Zuma and Marshall woke the rest of the pups up, told them what was going on, and began trying to figure out where he went. Chase sniffed out Rocky's scent on the mixed-breed's sleeping bag almost immediately, but lost it in the nearby river, which surprised everyone, as Rocky never willingly went in water unless he really needed to, like the previous night to get a drink.

"It must have been for something very urgent that he left so early, or he never would've willfully gone through the river." said Ryder, who now also began to worry, but wasn't about to show it to the pups. "Chase, send out your spy drone to see if you can spot any evidence of where he might have gone.

"Yes, sir!" barked Chase obediently, then walked over to his police truck, opened the spy interface on the back, and said, "Ruff! Drone! Launch!" The drone sped out of the small compartment, unfolding itself and speeding away towards the river as the rest of the pups and Ryder watched hopefully from the live-feed camera on Chase's truck. As the drone surveyed the area, Chase saw something that caught his eye. "Ryder! There's footprints! Puppy footprints! They lead away from the riverbank on the opposite shore! But they look way too big and wolf-like to be Rocky's." Then, Chase noticed something that peaked his attention even more. As he was scanning the footprints for identification, he saw tiny dark grey hairs lying around and in the footprints. "Ryder, there's hairs around the footprints! I'm going to perform a DNA analysis on them." He typed in some code and the drone extended two mechanical arms, similar to Rocky's. They put multiple hairs on an extendable tray and started to analyze them. When it was done, it showed the results and the DNA it found to match.

It said, "Mammal: Dog

Name: Rocky

Breed: Mixed

Mutation Detected: Werepup Confirmed."

The pups and Ryder were shocked to their cores. Chase's DNA analyzer was always right, and it always was kept updated. They stared at the result and each other for a full minute. Then Zuma spoke up.

"Didn't Uncle Otis say that to change back to a regular pup, you just need to sniff a sunflower? Wouldn't Rocky have gone to Sunflower Valley?"

"Ya! He must have! The tracks also lead in that direction. Pups, to your vehicles! Let's go find Rocky." And with that, Ryder grabbed Rocky's pup tag, hopped onto his ATV, and drove off to Sunflower Valley with the remaining 5 pups in tow.

Meanwhile…

Rocky had been walking for four and a half hours, and had finally made it to Chattilan. He was mentally and physically exhausted at this point, and the fact that he had had almost no night's sleep didn't help. His entire body ached, his paws hurt, and he had a throbbing headache, but he had finally arrived at his destination. Well, almost.

"Now, where do I go to get to the flower shop?" He thought as he trudged along. He figured he was around the west side of town, and he knew the flower shop was in the downtown area, so he started to trudge south, through the back alleys. As he trudged along through the dumpy industrial district, he heard something or someone digging around in a dumpster. He creeped closer until he was about eight feet away, then stopped. The creature inside was saying something, but it was muffled and Rocky couldn't understand it even with his acute weepuppy hearing. He creeped a few feet closer, but then, the creature began to move around a lot. Rocky tensed, ready to fight should it be necessary. A white pup, around Rocky's age, hopped out of the dumpster a few seconds later with an old sandwich in his mouth. He turned around and froze seeing Rocky standing there, his mouth agape. They both stared at each other for a few seconds, then at the same time cried in surprise, "You're a werepup too?!"

A/N Hey guys, sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger but you know I gotta have some suspense. Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you liked it, please review, and I'll see you fine folks next time. See ya!