Disclaimer: I don't own PAW Patrol or any of it's characters
It didn't take long for the PAW Patrol to catch up to Mike as they tailed him, riding on into the moonlight.
He pulled into the James Mobile Home Park, driving in the middle to a lit bonfire.
Ryder and the pups pulled over near the entrance and got behind the sign.
"What's the plan Ryder?" Marshall asked.
"I was just getting ready to tell you fucktard!" Ryder jabbed before laying the plan out. "We go in and we kill all these fuckers so they don't contaminate the rest of the world with their seed."
"Works for me." Chase said.
"Yeah." Skye agreed.
"Fuck yeah." Rocky added.
"Fucking hell yeah." Zuma piled.
"Don't we need a tactical solution?" Marshall asked.
The pups sighed.
A bright beam of light consumed the sign.
"Ah hear y'all scheming back there behind that sign, you buncha bitches!" Mike yelled out to them.
Ryder peeked his head out to see Mike and a bunch of other trailer trash armed with AKs, G3s, and Hi Point pistols.
"Hey it doesn't have to end this way." Ryder said falsely.
"Yeah it does." Chase remarked.
"Fuck y'all and that fat bitch, y'all killed my friends and made our rent go up!" Mike yelled back and started shooting at the sign.
"Pups! Return Fire!" Ryder screamed.
"Well obviously." Zuma quipped.
The pups blind fired behind the sign. They were outnumbered, and the sign started to chip away from the bullets.
"Fuck we're hillbilly toast if we don't do something!" Skye yelled.
"I got us!" Rocky said as he started flinging flash bangs and Frag Grenades out of his pup pack.
The armed red necks started yelling and running but most blew up in gore from the combined explosions.
The PAW Patrol got out of their shredded cover to engage the rest directly.
"Nice one Zuma!" Ryder yelled.
They chased and gun downed the remaining red necks and shot Mike in the leg. Mike fell to the ground and Ryder jumped on him.
"Well maybe…"
Ryder started beating his face in.
"If you weren't such dumb red necks…"
Mike felt his nose break.
"And go to school…"
His face bled badly.
"You would be able to pay your trailer off!" Ryder yelled as he continued to beat the man's face in.
Skye was taking pictures of the dead red necks and the trailer park with her phone. "Hey do you want me to tell the mayor we killed them all?" She asked.
Ryder looked up and simply nodded, before he sneered and went back to punching Mike's face, who was dead and a bloody pulp by now.
They soon mounted back on their bikes.
"Guys this mission was just… fucked." Marshall stated.
"Yeah well we're getting payed and that's what matters." Ryder said.
"So not the innocent civilians we saved today?" Marshall asked sarcastically.
"Marshall, please shut up." Ryder ordered.
"PLEASE SHUT UP!!!" Zuma screamed for dramatic effect.
"Maybe now I can actually afford a PS5." Rubble said thoughtfully.
"Pfft." The pups all scorned before driving into the night back to the Lookout.