Yo I'm fvcking back with the second episode yo!
I still don't own nothin
The pups and Ryder were glad they were back at the Lookout. It was the morning after they came back on the helicopter, which they took with them.
Ryder was shut off in his room doing… something, Everest and Skye were sleeping, Rubble was in one of the vibrating chairs they took out of the helicopter, Rocky was at the bar drinking something like usual, Marshall was about to take a nap and Chase was in the bathroom.
Ryder eventually came out all sweaty wearing a wife beater and some Adidas pants and went straight for the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and frowned, then glared over at Rocky.
"God dammit Rocky that was the last Root beer!"
Rocky just shrugged, "Too bad."
Ryder mumbled something about Rocky not paying for anything before groaning again. "And we're out of Soy milk too!"
"YOU'RE FULL OF SOY!" Chase yelled from the bathroom. "AND WE'RE OUT OF TOILET PAPER TOO SO IM JUST GONNA WIPE MY ASS ON ONE OF THE TOWELS!"
Ryder was fuming. He huddled down for a second, then let it all out. "AAAAAARRRGGG!! YOU WIPE YOUR ASS ON ANY OF THOSE TOWELS IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" He screamed.
He sighed. "Alright who's going to Walmart."
Rocky looked over at him. "Why don't you go since you're the only one bitching about it?"
Ryder shot him a heated, psychotic glare.
Ryder looked over to Marshall. "How do you feel about going to Walmart Marshall?"
"No." Was all the Dalmatian said.
"C'mon someone has to go." Ryder mused.
"Why not you?" Marshall asked.
"Because I do all the hard work and get paid motherfucker! I can't be the only one doing this!" Ryder exclaimed.
"But it's never you going–! Fuck it I'll go!" Marshall yelled in defeat, he knew there was no point in drilling sense into Ryder. He exhaled before getting up and going for the door.
"You'll need these!" Ryder said all giddily as he handed Marshall two walking sticks, mainly for the pups whose feet can't reach the brake or gas.
Marshall gave him the middle finger on the way out.
Marshall almost had a panic attack when he first pulled into the parking lot. The store was packed so he had to park all the way to the end.
He found a place and put the Suburban in park before turning it off and moving the sticks down. He got and headed for the entrance after locking the door.
Absolute lazy ass fucks! Marshall thought as he saw hundreds of carts haven't been collected and pushed. He decided to grab one since there probably isn't any up front.
As he was getting closer, a skinny blonde white dude with long hair and sunglasses approached him.
Please don't talk to me please don't talk–
"Hey puppy you want to buy some drugs?" The man presented a bag of crack while smiling.
Marshall deadpanned. "You want to sell drugs to a puppy of all living beings?"
"Well you know man tight economy and all can't be too picky. This is the best shit now you gonna buy or not?" The man grew impatient.
Marshall just sighed and pulled up his tag. "PAW Patrol."
"Oh shit!" The man darted off, dropping the bag of crack.
Marshall shook his head and continued with his cart. He hopped nothing else stupid happened.
He went inside. Fat people on scooters and single moms with crying children as far as the eye could see. Welcome to the Adventure Bay Walmart.
Marshall first made his way to the toilet paper section and was going to swing on by to the frozen section.
On his way there, a loud motor caught his attention. He looked to see Wild Cat zooming by on his motorcycle.
"STREME SPOOOTES!!" He yelled as he popped a wheelie and went into the air. He landed on the top shelf of the toy section and started knocking them down as he drove by.
"God dammit!"
Marshall looked to see the manager and two obese security guards jogging.
"I told you not to let him in the building!" The manager yelled.
Wild Cat continued down into the sport section.
The manager pulled out his mic. "Cleanup on isle–! The whole left half of the fucking store!"
Marshall laughed to himself, it made his day a little better.
Marshall made it to the toilet paper section but cringed at the PAW Patrol diapers. It disturbed him seeing little toddlers on the covers wearing… them. He lifted a supersized bundle of toilet paper and lodged it in the cart.
"Gah!" Marshall gasped and cringed at the PAW Patrol themed adult diapers before speeding away with his shopping cart, not looking back.
He grabbed some soy milk and was now at the drinks section, wincing at the PAW Patrol juices. He eyed for root beer and found it but not before an old Mexican lady paced up to him.
"Excuse me kind little dog but can you grab that for me? I can't reach it." She asked while pointing up to some Diet Pepsis on the top shelf.
Marshall tried to keep his cool but seriously?
"Uh I'm sorry if you're partially blind but I'm shorter than you." He said while trying to be as kind as he could.
"Yes but you can climb up, my bones aren't as good as they used to be."
That was it, Marshall rolled his eyes and started to climb the shelf. It started to wobble but he made it to the top and grabbed the six pack. Yes!
The shelf started to lean.
"Oh fuck!" Marshall yelled as the whole shelf fell over.
Drinks rolled everywhere and some busted, only his paw holding the six pack stuck out of the toppled shelf.
The lady grabbed it out of his hand. "Thank you sweetheart."
Marshall's paw gave a thumbs up.
"Cleanup on aisle 17!"