Now, in Adventure Bay, there's always been something special. No, not the happy faces and friendly greeting. No, not that special, terrific café owned by cheerful Mr. Porter that holds all those special little treats. Not even the band of pups owned by the nice boy Ryder, who save people and other animals.
No, no, no, not even those special living creatures. Well, one of them. Oh, you'll know who it is.
Chase. The police pup, who loves all of them. The first one to be adopted by Ryder, the first one to almost face death. Even before his life in the PAW Patrol, his life wasn't pleasant...even though now he's happy with the pups. But he knows what happened in Barkingburg that day.
"Grrr...uff!" cried Rocky, launching for the frisbee.
"Oh, no, you don't!" laughed Chase, jumping sooner and faster than any of the pups. "Whoo! I got it!"
But he doesn't let that bother him. He let the past go, like anypup else would have done.
"Great job," grinned Ryder. "Well, that breaks the tie between you and Rocky...next round?"
Chase and Rocky smiled at each other.
They probably had the best bond in the team, even better than Chase and Marshall's and Rocky and Zuma's The reason is simple: they had known each other ever since Chase had nearly faced death. Only Rocky knew, even part of, Chase's life in Barkingburg before he was in Adventure city.
The pups howled in agreement, before running up again.
"I got it!" said Zuma triumphantly, the disc in his paws.
"Nice, Zuma. That plants you in third place." Ryder looked at his pup-pad. "Water break, anyone?"
The pups nodded. They were all thirsty from such a tiring game.
"I'm so thirsty, I could drink all of the water in the Pacific Ocean!" Marshall proclaimed. The others chuckled.
"That'll just make you even more thirsty," Rocky said. "Salt makes you thirsty, and there's a lot of it in the ocean."
"So? I would be too thirsty to even care." The others chuckled louder.
"Oh, Marshall, the one who doesn't appreciate facts," guffawed Rubble.
"Very funny," added Skye.
"What time is it, Wyder?" asked Zuma towards the boy who was drinking milk.
"Time for dinner. I'll get your kibble and chicken nuggets out, and then get a sandwich for myself...one second..." And he dashed off to the kitchen.
The pups grinned as Ryder came back, pouring the kibble into their bowls.
"Shanks, Ryner," Chase said, between mouthfuls of kibble.
"Ryder, how come you always have enough kibble for us?" Marshall asked.
"Er—I sometimes—buy online cheap, and after missions we get free kibble from the person we saved," Ryder answered, suddenly sounding nervous.
Marshall found Ryder's tone strange, but just nodded and took another big bite of his meal.
"You guys can watch Apollo when you're done...Chase, I want a word with you..."
Chase nodded. He did not seemed troubled, but there were lines of worry showing in his face. "Pups, this is private...go watch TV," the German shepherd instructed.
The pups exchanged looks of confusion, but obeyed.
Ryder and Chase entered the basement.
Loads of mold here or there. Dust. Ryder flicked on the light.
Chase sneezed, surprising Ryder by his loud outburst.
"Sir, they've already suspected one thing...what will they do when they figure out that I've been making the kibble, they'll be offended!" Chase cried. "And when they figure out I have visions, what will they do?"
"Chase, those visions have stopped. But that's not what I want to talk about." He took a deep breath. "Chase..." Ryder sounded like he might cry. He dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Chase. I'm not joking. Chase...A—Axton is—he's b-b-back."
Chase gasped. "R-ryder, you've g-got to be joking...not that ugly, I-idiotic T-t-terrier..."
"I'm not, Chase. And it looks like he'll kill you."
"But he can't do it...alone..." Chase whispered, feeling sick.
"No, Chase...he's working with his cousin, we don't know who she is..."
Chase was trying to force his brain to listen, but it just told him to try not to vomit all over his owner.
"Sir, I th-think it's time for the others to learn my past," Chase whispered.
Ryder gave him a watery smile. "That's my pup...your pulse is quickening too much, though, let's take a break. "
"Ryder, what if he comes today?"
"That won't happen," Ryder said firmly. "I'm sure of it."