Back with the next part pimps.

Disclaimer: …I still don't own anything

The PAW Patrol suburban speed down the road as they were already late for the helicopter.

"I hate surprises, Ryder." Skye said as she glared at the driver.

"Do you think I give a shit." Ryder shot back.

"If this is another bird watch thing, I'm getting back in this car and driving home without any of you." Chase stated.

"Hey I love bird watching!" Everest exclaimed.

Rocky sighed.

"It's kinda like that but way cooler." Ryder said.

Chase rolled his eyes and laid back in his seat.

They eventually pulled up to the harbor and like Krieger said there was a nice jet black Bell 525 helicopter waiting for them. The Krieger bio science logo was stickered on it and a grey suited bald white guy with sunglasses waited for them next to the chopper.

They got out of the suburban and made their way to the helicopter.

"Woah! That's a Bell 525!" Skye stated excitingly.

"Is it new or something?" Marshall asked nonchalantly.

"Are you kidding me?! They're still under development and offer one of the most luxurious flights of any helicopter!" Skye exclaimed.

"Still under development… didn't one of these crash?" Rocky asked with concern.

"Doesn't matter because we're getting to that chopper!" Ryder growled with an Austrian accent as he pointed to it.

Rubble was the only one who snickered at that.

"Good morning, Ryder and the PAW Patrol I presume?" The man asked.

"Yep that's us, we're ready to roll!" Ryder said with enthusiasm that the pups didn't have.

"Good, my name is Crowley, I am Dr. Krieger's personal agent and assistant. Krieger himself is seated inside and will brief you of the visit." Crowley introduced as he motioned inside the door of the aircraft.

Ryder and the pups filed in with Crowley closing the door since he came in last. They were blown away by the inside cabin as it indeed had luxury items not like that of the Lookout. It had several platinum trays with both dog friendly and human snacks and alcoholic beverages. Each of the seats seem to have a monitor attached to them as it was a personal entertainment system. The long table in the middle was neatly stacked with the latest magazines and what appeared to be a brochure of Cretaceous Island lined at each seat.

The seats themselves were of soft with adjusting fabric, and they even heated, cooled, and vibrated.

"Yay!" Rubble yelled as he belly flopped on the nearest seat near him.

"Wow this is luxurious." Everest affirmed as she jumped on her seat.

The rest took their seats.

"So, it is nice to meet you all finally."

The PAW Patrol turned to the British voice, and wore shock faces except for Ryder. He was like they saw on social media and TV, a White haired old white British guy with wrinkles and a clean white suit. He sipped on some expensive white wine as he gazed amongst the group.

The pups stared in shock for a moment before blurting their responses.

"Hey you're DR. Krieger, that guy I see trending on Twitter all the time!" Chase stated.

"Did you really repair that island's ecosystem?" Everest asked starry eyed.

"Weren't you the one that created all those pig mutants a year ago?" Rocky asked next.

"Hey I saw you on the news the other day!" Skye blurted.

"Hi." Marshall greeted simply.

Rubble just stared at him wide eyed as he still laid on his stomach, he didn't answer partly because he turned the vibrater on his seat and got an erection from it.

Krieger waved his hand before responding. "Yes yes, it is I DR. Krieger, the one and only bio scientist you see everywhere and yes I did create those mutants, but to seek a cure for Herpes." Krieger answered Rocky's question.

"Wow!" The pups exclaimed.

"And as for where we are going, there is a pamphlet with all the safety rules you will need to read before you will enter my theme park. They are under your seats." Krieger stated before pointing below them.

"Theme park…" Skye wondered as she looked under her seat.

To be sure, there was a safety pamphlet under each of their seats.

"Cretaceous Island: Safety or dino's next meal." Chase read aloud after he grabbed his. His eyes lit up at the title.

The pamphlet was white with red bold letters that had a black illustration of some kind of Dromeosaur with it's teeth bared.

The rules were:

Don't pet the dinosaurs without authorization.

Don't feed the dinosaurs without authorization.

Don't get in the enclosures without authorization.

Don't go in unauthorized areas at all times, without authorization.

Don't ever ever make fun of the dinosaurs just because they look realistic and not like Hollywood clones.

"Who would want to pet something like that?" Marshall asked as he looked back on the front page.

"Who gives a fuck man!? We get to see real dinosaurs just like jur–!" Chase excitedly exclaimed but was cut off by Krieger.

"NO SIR! We do not mention that horrid franchise on my property ever! These dinosaurs are real animals… or as close to real as I can reconstruct them." Krieger aggressively growled then calmed down.

Ryder and the pups stared at him, disturbed.

"Now then, since you all have read and understand the rules, we can make our way to my island." Krieger stated calmly and cued the pilot.

"Dude I get to go see real dinosaurs, how many German Shepherds can say that?" Chase asked excitedly to himself.

The helicopter powered on and the top rotors started to spin. "Taking off now sir." The pilot sounded through the cabin speaker.

Ryder poured some whine in a glass.

"Hey aren't you too young to drink?" Everest asked.

Ryder scowled at her before responding.

"And I'm also too young to drive and get licensed to kill but hey…"

"The authorities don't give a fuck about this town." Crowley and Ryder echoed simultaneously. The both grinned at each other.

The helicopter began to take off.

"Man I hope we don't go out like Kobe." Rocky said nervously.