"Go long, Marshall!"

"I got it, I got it!"

A large crash could be heard soon thereafter.

"Looks like I really dropped the ball on that one..."

Laugher erupted from the area and into the clear, blue sky. Just a normal day in Adventure Bay, not a care in the world. Within Adventure Bay was an elite team that served all of the purposes of emergency services. Firefighting, EMT duties, Construction, Police, Private Investigation, Garbage Disposal, Lifeguarding, Aviation rescues, snow rescues, tracking, everything that a town would need.

Now you might be expecting that it would be a team with more than a thousand members with a very organized structure when it comes to each problem they have to face. Well, you would be wrong. This group is smaller. Not thousands, not hundreds, not even fifty.

A team consisting of less than twenty members.

This would be a pretty small team in itself, if they were human at least. This team consisted of nearly ninety percent dogs. This team was affectionately —not to mention conveniently— called the P.A.W Patrol.

There was the first in command, Ryder. Being the only human on the team, it was obvious to most that he was the leader of the team. While he often spent most of his time leading his team on missions, he enjoyed playing games with his pups or simply playing video games on the same pad he would receive "yelps for help".

Meanwhile, there was Chase, a German Shepherd. It made sense that the German Shepherd of the team would become the police pup, as his breed was the most common to become police dogs. Being the first pup that Ryder would have recruited to the team, as well as being the responsible, calculated, stand-up pup that he is, was perfect for making him the next in command.

Chase watched as a clumsy Dalmatian stood up, shaking loose blades of grass from his mostly white with black spotted fur.

"You okay over there, Marshall?" The Shepherd asked loudly.

Marshall put a paw on his head, letting his sight settle from a slight dizziness, "I'm good! Now it's your turn to go long!"

While Chase was very by-the-book, he slowly learned over time how to let loose a little outside of missions. This wasn't without the help of his best friend, Marshall.

Goofy, clumsy, and funny were often the adjectives used for Marshall. Serving as the firefighter pup and as of recently, the EMT pup, Marshall the Dalmatian is most often to be considered as the "third in command" by Ryder. Marshall had always been unaware of his unofficial status, only Ryder and Chase knowing about it. Should the time come, Marshall would lead the remaining pups in a situation where the others would need it.

"Coming at ya, Chase!" Marshall threw the frisbee at Chase, who quickly ran after it.

Playing a game of tag with an English Bulldog and a Chocolate Labrador, a female Cockapoo giggled happily as she was chased around by the Chocolate Labrador.

"You can't catch me, Zuma!" She shouted back at him, picking up her pace.

Skye, the aviation pup of the team, was the sole female pup on the team that lived at the lookout. Despite being the only female, Skye never had felt generally ostracized from her teammates. She was generally liked by the rest of the original team. She loved her life in the PAW Patrol, and wouldn't change a thing. Well... Maybe she would have changed that one time she got lost in that snowstorm and had been rescued by the very team she was on. That was pretty embarrassing.

"I'll bet my pup treats that I can!" the Chocolate Lab replied.

The aquatic rescue pup, Zuma, served as Skye's rival and friend. He always found himself getting into some sort of competition with the aviation pup. Whenever he wasn't trying to beat Skye in something, he liked surfing and hanging out with his best friend Rocky. Ironically, his best friend was the one pup on the team with aquaphobia, but that never stopped him from trying to get Rocky to break from this fear and general distaste for water.

The Labrador suddenly slowed to a stop, looking to Skye's right. The Cockapoo didn't notice however, as she continued running.

Soon, a frisbee flew high over Skye's head. Chase was still chasing the frisbee, his sight trained on the disc. His training as a police pup helped immensely with chasing objects, but he still needed to work on watching his surroundings. This became apparent when he tripped over Skye, sending the two tumbling on the ground.

"Ooooh..." The other pups winced, averting his gaze from the collision.

Even Rocky, the sole mixed-breed on the team, who was working on his garbage truck, looked over to watch the commotion.

He chuckled faintly at the sight, knowing that this wouldn't be good for either of them. Rocky was always known as one of the most intelligent members of the PAW Patrol because of his knowledge concerning technology and other things like that. He served as the pup that would fix whatever was broken around Adventure Bay with the help of whatever he would recycle and put into his seemingly bottomless supply of items.

The mixed breed put his tools down and paid attention to the scene unfolding inf front of him.

"Ow..." Both Chase and Skye groaned in unison, not noticing who they had run into.

Standing up, the two finally looked at the other.

"Sorry!" The two chorused.

"No, it was my fault..." Both tried to rationalize, miming each other's movements. They both put a paw on their other forearm, rubbing it gently.

"What? No, I should have looked where I was going!" They continued to talk in unison, as though they were the same pup.

Realizing what was going on, a small smile cracked on their faces, "Hey, stop doing that!"

"Stop that!"

By this point, the other pups were getting a bit impatient with them. Zuma looked between Skye and Chase, wondering why they weren't a thing yet. The pups understood little concerning romance, but they were all completely sure that whatever was going on at that moment wasn't exactly normal friend stuff.

The other pups, with the exception of Marshall, Chase, and Skye shared this sentiment.

Marshall, unlike the three other pups who have long noticed Chase and Skye's awkward moments before him, was still unsure about the current status of his friends. He had no idea what was going on.

Meanwhile, Chase could feel a burning sensation rising on his cheeks. The police pup wasn't sure of what to say or do in front of her. While he was used to the random fits of awkwardness when he interacted with Skye, he had trouble understanding them completely. A while ago, he assumed that he was sick, but as he grew, he came to realize that it simply didn't make any sense.

Skye, on the other paw, looked up at the bigger pup with her usual kind smile.

The two pups didn't notice that they had been staring at the other for two straight minutes. The other pups didn't dare to interrupt and catch "the awkward" from Chase. Soon, the two burst into hysterics, falling onto the ground and laughing loudly.

Knowing that the most awkward part of the interaction was over with, Zuma tentatively padded over to them. Skye was suddenly tagged by Zuma, successfully continuing their game. Chase, on the other paw, went to go grab the lost frisbee.

Trotting over to Marshall, more cheerful than ever, Chase put the frisbee down in front of the Dally.

"You seem happy, Chase..."

The Shepherd only chuckled, glancing over at Skye, who was still playing tag with Zuma and Rubble.

Marshall was confused that the Shepherd wasn't replying, "Chase...?"

Chase continued to watch the three pups play, his tail wagging lightly. As though he were in some kind of trance, the Shepherd remained quiet.

The Dally slowly leaned over to his best friend's ear, "Chase!"

"Ow! What, Marshall?" Chase snapped his head over to Marshall, who only had a raised eyebrow.

"What had you in a daze like that?" Marshall questioned, "It was like you were a statue..."

The Shepherd's eyes bulged. He wasn't going to just tell the Dally what he was looking at for so long. There was no way.

"Um... I was–"

Suddenly, the two's pup tags chimed with a faint glow of their signature color, "Paw Patrol, to the lookout!"

"Saved by the bell..." Chase exhaled faintly, looking at Marshall with more confidence in his eyes, "C'mon, Ryder needs us."

"Ready for action Ryder, sir!" Chase exclaimed confidently as he stood in the middle of the group lineup.

"Thanks for coming so quickly, pups. We have an emergency!" Ryder told the group, "Cap'n Turbot was on the Flounder when he hit a rock, making a hole in it."

"Poor Cap'n..."

"Is he okay?"

"He's alright, we just need to get there as quickly as possible!" The boy explained, "Skye, I'll need you to get the Captain and pull him out. This hole is pretty big, bigger than any other hole in the past, so there's a good chance that it could sink."

"Let's take to the skies!" The Cockapoo exclaimed, doing one of her many signature flips.

"Rocky, I'm going to need you to repair the ship when it's at shore."

"Green means go!"

"And Zuma, you're going to be in charge of getting the Flounder back to shore."

"Ready, set, get wet!"

"Marshall, be ready to be dispatched later to check for injuries."

"I'm ready for a ruff-ruff rescue!"

Ryder pumped his fist into the air, "Alright, PAW Patrol is on a roll!" Dashing past the pups, Ryder heard the familiar howls from his pups.

Chase and Marshall watched as Skye, Rocky and Zuma went down the slide, soon returning to the area in front of the big screen. Rubble quickly pulled out a stash of pup treats from a hiding place and walked over to sit behind Chase and Marshall.

The Dalmatian turned around at the faint sound of chewing, looking at Rubble with confusion, "Where'd you get those treats from so fast?"

"Um... It's a secret?" The Bulldog grinned sheepishly.

"Don't tell me you have a stash up here too?" Chase turned around as well, raising an eyebrow.

The police pup was always the best at sniffing things out, in all aspects of the phrase. Chase and Rubble were the only ones who knew about the stashes of food the Bulldog had around the lookout.

The German Shepherd had always had a soft spot for Rubble, as he saw the Bulldog as the little brother he never had. Because of this, he decided to turn the other way, just this once. This was on the condition that Rubble couldn't take too much to the point where the other pups got less.

Rubble, the youngest of the main six members in the PAW Patrol, often found himself chasing the backs of the two most reliable members of the team. This never put him down, but he did acknowledge the fact that he had much more to learn before he was anywhere near Chase and Marshall's level. He remembered the time he was saved by the PAW Patrol, swearing that he would be the one doing the saving one day.

Marshall munched on popcorn, which had been placed on the floor in front of him. The mission had gotten pretty perilous over the course of the mission. It had begun to storm while Skye was dropping off Cap'n Turbot, resulting in a buildup of sand on the beach because of the turbulent waves. Ryder even had to dispatch Rubble to help them out, leaving the Dally and Shepherd to watch the mission unfold.

Chase was intently watching the screen beside Marshall, his eyes glued to the large screen in front of them. He whimpered occasionally as he watched them struggle, more specifically, Skye. The Shepherd seemed not to care as much about Cap'n Turbot, who was being thrown around because of the harsh winds.

Skye struggled to fly as the helicopter was thrown to the right. A cold sweat began to seep out of her skin and through the fur on her forehead as she let out a shaky exhale. Despite being adept to flying through harsh winds, things weren't as easy when there was somebody strapped to the harness below.

"This troublesome turbulence is making us tumble, Skye!" Turbot shouted up at her, holding on tight to the harness around his waist.

"I know, I know!" The Cockapoo replied, "Don't worry! I've... Got this!"

Skye tugged harshly on the "steering wheel" of the helicopter. She could feel her left forepaw shoot with a numb pain as she had to tilt it in an uncomfortable position in order to stabilize the helicopter. What she didn't know, however, was that this sent her careening towards the lighthouse. Turbot seemed to notice before she did, covering his glasses.

"Tell Wally I love him!"

"Dodge it, Skye!" Chase screamed at the screen, his eyes widening.

Thinking the same as Chase, Ryder quickly ordered her to do just that, alerting her attention. Skye quickly avoided the top of the lighthouse. Finding the correct place, Skye was finally able to put Cap'n Turbot down.

"Yes!" Chase, Marshall and Rubble exclaimed in unison.

Chase suddenly hugged Marshall, "She's okay! Skye's okay!"

Marshall couldn't help but chuckle at this. Chase, the super-serious by the rules second in command of the PAW Patrol, giggling like a newborn pup while hopping up and down.

"Yeah, yeah, it's Skye!" The Dally chuckled, "She knows what she's doing."

Chase suddenly stopped, his face going blank. He let Marshall go before calmly clearing his throat, "Yeah, of course. Knew she could do it."

"Of course you did, Chase."

Suddenly, Marshall's pup tag lit up its familiar red color, "Marshall, I need you to come to shore. We're bringing Cap'n Turbot to check him for injuries."

"I'm ready for a–"

"Wait, Marshall!" Chase looked at the Dally.

"You did not just interrupt my callout."

"Sorry, but I was thinking if I could come with?" The Shepherd smiled nervously.

The Dally raised an eyebrow, "Sure, but why?"

Chase thought for a moment, "Um... It's my job as the second in command to make sure everything's alright after that harsh sea storm!"

Marshall smirked at him, who only looked away with an obviously suspicious grin. The Dally had to try his hardest to not burst out laughing in front of the police pup. He found it extremely amusing to watch Chase be interrogated and squirm under pressure for once. Marshall had always been one of the worst liars on the team, so he wasn't much for being interrogated. Interrogating the sole pup who's best at interrogating was always a plus.

Before he could question further, his pup tag glowed once again.

"Marshall?"

"Don't worry, Ryder!" Marshall began running to the slide, "Marshall and Chase are on the– wooaaah!"

Marshall slipped and fell down the slide, followed by Chase, who seemed a lot more excited for this mission.

"Marshall and Chase?" Ryder put a finger on his chin, "Well I guess four paws are better than two..."