(A/N): Hey guys. I am so glad I got this up today. I really thought it was going to take me longer. Again, I apologize for breaking the schedule so much. I only hope it doesn't your enjoyment of Ballad of Dally

Welcome to the final chapter of Act II!

I know a good bit of you are speculating what Stacy will do when she gets home, and wondering what Chase will do after finding his best friend alive, so I won't take much of your time.

Welcome back to Paw Patrol: The Ballad of Dally!

Chapter 36: Life's One Chance.

Stacy walked in her house letting out a huge sigh. She spent many hours constructing the story that would be the headline of the week's paper. About the shipwreck the Paw Patrol failed to stop, that will cost the town almost half a million in damages. She took her opportunity to express to the citizens how Ryder was not a god to them, and can mess up just as well as themselves. Maybe it would finally stop the citizens overreliance on the Paw Patrol and learn how to solve their own problems.

She wanted to be happy for herself, but she wasn't at all. Mostly because of what happened on her way back to the office earlier. Where she and Dally had their first argument in a while.

Stacy had never been so mad at Dally like that ever before. Dally never broke a rule until now, and it was the one rule she hoped he'd never break.

When she saw Dally in town, earlier, she went into full on panic mode. Dally was out and about, in the open and had it not been for the ship crashing into the bay distracting everybody, Dally would have been discovered the second he would've walked into town.

She lashed out at him, told him to go home alone and be ready for a talk when she got home. Of course she would've gone with him, but she had to put the article of the shipwreck together for it to be printed tomorrow. She even had to stay a little late which probably made Dally feel worse.

When she got to the living room, she was almost brought to her knees. Dally was laying on the couch, off in a very miserable looking sleep. The wet spot under Dally's head drove it home for her. She came down way too hard on him. He may have broken an important rule, but he only did it to help her, who had stupidly left her notepad at home. He felt like he was helping her and that made Stacy feel more guilty about yelling the way she did.

Stacy placed a hand on his head, rubbing it delicately as the pup squirmed in his sleep. His eyes then open, and spots his owner. He then sits up and looks at her with tired eyes. Not saying anything.

"Hey Dally. "I-I'm home." Stacy softly announced. "You wanna go to your room and sleep in your bed?"

Dally didn't say anything, he just looked down at his paws, whimpering in sadness. Stacy stroked his fur, trying to get him to at least stop whimpering. "Oh Dally. You don't have to be so sad, I'm not mad at you anymore."

Dally looked up to her. "Y-You're not going to yell at me?"

"No little fella, I'm really sorry for that. I shouldn't have gone off on you. Especially if you were just trying to help me." She then gave a stern look at him. "But you still broke a rule, Dally. A crucial rule that I really hoped you wouldn't break."

Dally dipped his head in shame again. "I'm so sorry Stacy. I saw your notebook and just didn't think about the rules. All I was thinking about was getting it to you because I knew you needed it. I didn't mean to anger you."

Stacy smiled as she pet the pup. "It's okay Dally. You weren't hurt, and you weren't taken. That's the important thing. But please don't make it a habit. I don't want you to be lost, scared, or worse."

"You got it Stacy. I won't ever leave this house again." Dally chimed with a smile and tail wag. He then starts to grimace and grunt a little. "Well….. Except when I have to go to the bathroom. Like right now!"

Stacy and Dally share a short laugh before Dally makes his way out of the house to relieve himself.

While that was happening, Stacy was in deep thought about the rule itself. There was a real reason Stacy implemented it, and if it wasn't for that, she would actually let Dally roam around. She never believed in keeping dogs cooped up in a house. Especially if it was all alone. But due to that glaring issue, she has to keep him here. She was overwhelmingly grateful that Dally had been understanding and following the rule with surprisingly zero complaints. But….she could tell….that Dally wished far more….mostly..for a friend.

The tragic part is that Stacy didn't have the salary to bring home and take care of a new dog, and the result of it was showing in Dally very clear like glass. He had his toys, Stacy, and creatures outside to play with, but not having a friend to be here with him was grating on both him and Stacy. She felt so horrible for leaving Dally by himself and no one to play with or talk to. She wished she could lift the rule and let him be free, but all it took was for someone to spot him, and Dally would be gone and Stacy would be in a heap of trouble.

No matter how wrong and disheartening it is, Stacy couldn't risk it. So for now, things would have to be the way they are, until Stacy finds some way to make Dally be more happy with his life.

The sound of the doggie flap filled Stacy's ears as a tired looking Dalmatian entered the living room, almost ready to pass out on the spot.

"Whoa Dally. Looks like you're bout to see Zs at any moment." Stacy charmed. "Ready for bed?"

Dally gave a long yawn. "That would be nice."

"Okay Dally, let's get you to your room." Stacy said, as she picked up Dally and carried him upstairs to his room.

It took many months until Dally finally got comfortable sleeping in his own room. While she did miss his warming love next to her, she couldn't have felt more proud for him to sleep on his own.

She made it to his room with the Dally sound asleep in her arms. She gently set him in his soft bed, being careful not to stir with or hurt him. Dally squirmed in his sleep until he made himself feel comfortable, snoring his way to dreamland. Stacy stayed there, looking at his delicate sleep. Feeling more guilty for today's incident. She was going to punish him for breaking the rules when she got home, but felt that he had already been punished by being yelled at. Not to mention, there was really nothing she could do to punish him. She couldn't lock him in the house, that would just be too cruel to him. He did learn his lesson, so she thought he had enough of it.

Ring! Ring!

Stacy jumped as her phone went off. Not wanting to wake Dally up, Stacy jetted out of the room while she answered it.

"Hello?" she answered, not knowing who it was due to answering it so quickly.

"Hey Miss Jackson. I'm back." The voice belonged to her boss Seth Carlton.

Stacy twitched in confusion. "Mr. Carlton? Your home already? But you're not supposed to be back for a week?"

"Nevermind that Miss Jackson, I need you back here now." Seth ordered with a stern voice.

"N-Now?" Stacy repeated. "But it's eight-o-clock."

"Yes I know what time it is Stacy, but I need to talk to you about your article I just read." Seth replied, his stern voice cutting through Stacy's ears.

"C-Can't this wait till…"

"Now Stacy. I'm not going to say it again. Get your butt back here or I'm throwing your work in the trash, along with your job!"

"But Mr. Carl…"

Beeeeeep.

Stacy growled in frustration. She knew what article he was talking about, and she knew why he wanted her there. She had no choice but to go take her lickings, or her job as Adventure Bay's journalist would be down the toilet. She went downstairs to start her journey back to the office.

"What did you say?"

Chase heard much disbelief and confusion from his owner when he replied.

For the past thirty minutes, while listening to Ryder bury himself, Chase debated in his mind on whether or not to tell Ryder about his encounter earlier. He didn't want him to think that Marshall was alive, when Chase was not sure himself. He feared that Ryder would think that he was making it up, or was just plain crazy. Chase had evidence, yes, but telling Ryder that Marshall survived, but has no memory of him or any of his friends was a hard sell.

He definitely wasn't going to say anything, at least not yet. He wanted to dig into it, and find out more information, but he opened his mouth. He just couldn't help himself. Seeing Ryder completely trash his life and blame himself for Marshall's death, struck him. Not to mention, Chase didn't make it real subtle that something did happen. He really needs to get better at that.

But...he revealed it. There was no turning back now. Maybe Ryder can help him make sense of it, or send him to an insane asylum. Whichever one works.

Chase gulped. "I said….I ran into him, Ryder sir…..M-Marshall's alive."

Ryder looked at Chase very stiffly. "Where?"

"I-In the town Ryder. A little ways from the beach."

Ryder averted his eyes a little, very conflicted as he tried to process what his police pup was saying. "Chase…." Ryder's eyes went back to Chase. "I'm having a reeeeeal tough time believing you."

Chase sat firmly as if he was in attention. "I-I understand Ryder sir. I can hardly believe it myself. But I'm telling the truth Ryder. From what I saw and heard from him, it's him."

"Heard him?" Ryder repeated.

"Yes Ryder. In fact...I even talked to him, and he sounds just like him, no doubt." Chase replied, a little stuttery, hoping Ryder was following along.

Ryder closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "If you ran into him, and talked to him, why isn't he here? Why did you not bring him home?"

Chase swallowed another basketball. Here comes the crazy bart. "I-I couldn't Ryder. I know I said I'm sure it was him, but the problem is that he didn't recognize me, and denied his own name. It was like he didn't know me at all. He said his name was Dally and also acknowledged that Stacy Jackson was his owner, not you."

After Chase finished, Ryder rose from his chair, and walked around his desk. Leaning back as he fully processed what Chase was saying. "So….. You're telling me that Marshall somehow survived the fire last year, and has no memory of you, me, or any of his friends and family, while also winding up in the hands of Stacy Jackson, the newspaper reporter who has constantly trashed me in the paper on a regular basis. Is all that right?"

Chase nodded with his nerves at a hundred. "You don't believe me. Do you Ryder sir?"

Ryder looked at his pup with much certainty as he had. "Believe it or not, I do bud."

"Wait? You do?" Chase blinked. "But...you haven't even seen him yet."

"Yes Chase, but I know you wouldn't tell me this unless you were very confident that it is the truth, and the coincidence of Stacy being involved takes it very far."

"But what about him not remembering anything? Why does he not remember me?" Chase let out a sad whimper.

"It's actually very simple bud. I'm actually surprised you haven't figured it out yourself." Ryder charmed with a small smile.

Chase looked at his owner with confusion. "Huh? What is it Ryder sir? What's wrong with Marshall?"

"From the way you described it, Chase, it sounds like Marshall has amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Chase repeated.

"Yes Chase, amnesia. You know what it is?" Ryder asked firmly.

"I-I think I do. I've heard it in all sorts of movies but…..I always thought that it was only in movies and wasn't real." Chase answered.

"Oh it's real alright. I found that out myself earlier. Rocky is dealing with it right now."

Chase gasped, whimpering in worry. "Rocky? He has amnesia?"

"Yes Chase, although not as bad as Marshall seems to have." Ryder replied. "He only has parts of his memories missing, and he seems to be gaining them back quickly."

Chase averted his eyes down away from Ryder. Continuing to whimper as his worries for Rocky at maximum. "Do-Does he remember me?"

Ryder grew his eyes. "I-I don't know. W-We didn't ask. I'm sorry Chase"

Chase kept his head down and whimpered. He'll have to make it a point to go visit Rocky as soon as possible. "What did you mean that Marshall has it worse?"

"Well, unlike Rocky, Marshall seems to have forgotten everything." Ryder answered grievously.

Although his worries for Rocky were frightening for him, Chase obviously put it aside, at the disheartening feeling for his best friend forgetting all about him.

"Ryder? Do you really think that Marshall doesn't remember me or any of us at all? How can that be? How can he just forget about us?" Chase inquired, bout ready to cry.

"I don't think he can remember his own name Chase. Let alone us and his family." Ryder stated grimly. "The accident must've caused him to get amnesia. That's what it's gotta be."

Chase continued to whimper. He imagined Marshall, wandering around not knowing who he was and feeling all alone. It made him tear up for even thinking about it.

"Will Marshall ever get his memories back?" Chase asked with tears in his eyes, hoping for a faithful answer.

Ryder looked down very depressingly as he responded. "I...I don't really know if he will Chase. I don't know that much about amnesia to say if he will or not."

"Wha-What about Rocky? You said he was regaining his memories quickly. The same thing can happen to Marshall, right?" Chase brought up with hope.

"It's not that simple with Marshall. There's a strong chance that he may have lost them forever."

"For-Forever?!" Chase gasped as if he was in a scary movie. "You mean he may never remember any of us at all?"

"That may very well be Chase. Although I would imagine it would be very rare for someone to lose their memories forever."

"Ca-Can't we just tell him who was? That way he could at least be Marshall again and come back?" Chase hoped to get a yes in response, but when he saw Ryder still giving him the helpless look, the hope drained through his paws. "Ca-Can we?"

Ryder shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry Chase, but it's not that easy." Ryder's mood deepened as he started to struggle in his statement. "It-It would be so different if we found him that day. Then we could've worked with him, and maybe helped him regain his memories. But…..we didn't. Marshall didn't come home with us, and we never found him. So it's safe to say that he hasn't thought about them for a long time and may have forgotten all about them." Ryder's composure got worse as he was close to crying in his speech "And wh-what's worse is that in a year's time, he has a new life. A life…..without us. A completely new life with someone who has complete animosity towards me."

A cold chill ran down Chase's body. "R-Ryder. Y-You don't th-thing that Miss Jackson is…deliberately keeping Marshall away from us, do you?"

Ryder notably tightened his fist and lowered his voice. "To be honest Chase …..I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case at all. She has nothing but pure distaste for me and she's keeping Marshall away because of it."

Chase looked down in disgust. His talk with Stacy earlier confirmed Stacy's opinions about Ryder to him. She really did not like Ryder, and has stated many times how much she believed that Ryder was a stuck up jerk.

No….Ryder's not the jerk. She is. She's basically holding Marshall hostage from Ryder. Why would she do such a thing? That doesn't matter right now. Getting Marshall back does.

"Before you ask Chase, no, we can't just go and demand her to give him back." Ryder said in total regret.

"What? But Ryder, Marshall's your pup. You have every right to go get him!" Chase responded.

"Marshall is my pup Chase, but Dally isn't." Ryder stated.

"Wh-What? But I thought Dally was Marshall." Chase replied, confused.

"Yes, but Dally doesn't know that and it would look real bad on us if we forcefully took him away from Stacy and he thinks that he really is Dally."

"Oh…..r-right." Chase felt like he was pushed back down to the lowest of lows. His heart grew to its peak when he found and deduced that Marshall was in fact alive. But after hearing of Marshall having amnesia, and may never be Marshall again, tore that heart in so many pieces. It made him prefer that he never found Marshall alive.

His voice cracked as he looked at Ryder with dampened eyes. "Soooooo… that's it? You're giving up on Marshall?" Chase's voice broke more and more as he started to cry through his speech. "He's…..He's….still...gone?"

Ryder went up to his pup and kneeled down to him. He looked straight in Chase's eyes and gave a heart warming smile. "Chaaase…..you know better than that. I'll never give up on you pups. Even if there's a very slim chance for you, I'll never abandon you."

Chase continued to sob in response. "B-But you ju-just said ho-how imp-impossible it-it wa-was to-to ge-get Marsh-Marshall back."

Ryder slowly shook his head. "No Chase. I never said it was impossible. I just said how difficult it will be."

Chase closed his eyes and sniffed his tears back up, trying to cease his crying. "Wh-What do we do Ryder sir? How are we going to get Marshall back?"

"By taking it one step at a time Chase. Being as careful as we can." Ryder informed me with a smile. "And that first step is getting Marshall to remember who he once was."

"Soooo...do we tell him?" Chase guessed.

"No. No Chase. Whatever we do, we can't just come out with it."

Chase cocked his head. "Huh? Why not?"

"Like I said before, it would be different if we found him that day, but since a whole year has gone by, he may be overwhelmed and freak out in response, and would likely stay away from us."

Chase thought about it for a little. It does make sense. If he was approached by a stranger and was told that his life was a lie, and belonged somewhere else, he would probably freak out too.

"We need to let him remember himself. Give him a little nudge without knowing and let him regain his memories overtime."

"But how, Ryder sir? How do we give him that nudge?" Chase asked curiously.

"It's simple Chase, just start over with him."

"Sta-Start over? What do you mean?" Chase repeated.

"I mean become friends again, and do all the things you and Marshall used to do together. Play games, run around, talk. Do everything you can do to be the best friend he could ever have, like you and Marshall were." Ryder explained. "All this could jumpstart Marshall's mind, and start to remember piece after piece. Before long, he'll remember himself again."

Excitement filled Chase's bones at Ryder's plan. He could not wait to spend time with Marshall again. Even if he was under a different name, it was still Marshall. A friend he thought was dead up until an hour ago. A pup that he missed so much and would give anything to see again. But…..will he ever be that same pup again?

"Wh-what if he never recovers his memories. What if he stays being Dally forever?" Chase asked with a whimper.

Ryder put a comforting hand on his pup and kept his smile on. "If he doesn't...it'll be a shame, but if you do this anyway, he'll at least still be your friend, right?"

Chase contemplated that for a minute. To have a friend who you know who he really is would be very difficult for Chase. No matter how risky it is, he wanted to at least tell him, and answer all his questions. But he didn't want to lose him forever, and if he had to call him a different name, so be it. Just as Ryder said, at least he would still be Chase's friend.

"You're right Ryder." Chase replied, still tearing up a little. "I just wish Marshall will remember everything. I want him back. Soooo bad."

Ryder hugged Chase. "I know you do, buddy. But this is what we've got to do right now. As long as we're careful, everything will work out. A couple more things I need for you to do though." Ryder let go and looked at Chase again. "I strongly urge you to refrain from calling him Marshall as best as you can. Far as you know, Marshall's still dead. Got it?"

Chase winced at that. "Ye-yes sir Ryder sir. I won't let Mar...I mean Dally down."

Ryder chuckled a little before his smile faded again. "Another thing, This conversation stays between you and me. Don't tell the pups or anyone else about this, okay?"

Chase gave a befuddled expression to Ryder. "What? Why can't they know about Marshall?"

Ryder gave a short exhale. "I know this is a tough sell to you, but the others can not know about him right now. It's much easier to keep you from revealing Marshall's identity, than to keep all five of you from telling him. If they find out, they may rush at him and overwhelm him. I don't want them to know until we are absolutely sure that Marshall won't run away. Understand."

Chase shivered in his paws. "But...what if they ask where I would be? Do you want me to lie to him?"

"No. Don't lie to them, just tell them that you're on a super secret mission I assigned you. If they ask further, tell them to come to me, and I'll take care of it. Okay?"

Chase swallowed his acceptance. "Yes sir. Ryder sir."

Ryder gave a warm smile. "That a boy Chase. Now, it's getting late, so you might want to go to bed now. Especially if you're going to have a big day with.." He winks. "...Dally tomorrow."

Chase smiled and barked with excitement, as he bounded off to the door. He looked back and gave his owner a very gracious simile. "Ryder sir? Thanks for believing me."

"Of course Chase, and don't worry. Marshall will be back with us before you know it."

Stacy inched through her front door, and gently laid her things down on the hall table. She wanted to lash out in anger, but Dally was still asleep as far as she knew. Not to mention, she was just too tired.

After the ship crashing into the bay, many interviews, yelling at Dally, and then getting her tail ringed by her boss, and being forced to write another article from scratch that doesn't throw any shade at Ryder, it was all too much for her mind to take.

She will never understand how her boss and Adventure Bay continue to shower Ryder with gold. Sure he is smart for his age, and pretty innovative with his gadgets, he should not be the head of a rescue team. But despite all the glaring flaws and life threatening mistakes he's made, no one cares. Her boss chews her out for dragging down Ryder's name almost every time, but the reality of it all, was it was the truth!

He constantly makes crucial mistakes. He doesn't keep his pups safe and he really stands back while his pups do the work. He let one of his pups die and almost killed another one today, but does that get brought up when they praise his name? No! They don't! They continue to hold him so high on that pedestal while he lays around and points and everyone calls him a hero for it! Yeah they give credit to the pups too, but not as much as they give Ryder! His pups risk their tails getting hit, burned, fall, cut, crash, and many more ways to get hurt, while he does nothing! He might as well be laying back on a beach chair, sipping iced tea, while his pups get put in more danger each and every rescue!

She was fed up. She tried all she could to report the truth, without going all out with her bias. Some had leaked out, but compared to what she saw in Fresno, it was child's play. She never wants it to get to that point. As much as her animosity for Ryder nearly drove her mad, she would never be proud of herself for over exaggerating and lying in her articles. That's not what journalism is about, but this ten year old kid brought her closer to breaking that emergency glass, to finally get people to listen.

As she laid on her bed, her boss's words echoed in her mind. His blatant bias for the Paw Patrol made it too difficult to criticize anything about them. Even if she were to put her bias in, there would be no way. Seth will never let it pass the rough draft. There is no way she can be an honest reporter as long as she was employed by him. The thought of it just made her want to move away from Adventure Bay.

Move

That's not a bad idea. If she were to move someplace else, she wouldn't have to worry about this ever again. Sure, biased reporting was everywhere, but nothing this bad. Maybe she could move to Adventure City or something.

Yeah….that's good. She could move to Adventure City just a little ways north of here. They are sure to have a paper, and maybe even have some space to be an on air reporter or even an anchorwoman.

It would also make owning Dally a heck of a lot easier. She could actually let him be out and about, and not have to be cooped up in the house all day. Making him be able to be outside more, and finally be able to make some friends.

It's settled. Tomorrow morning, during work, she'll shoot an application to the Adventure City newspaper. Hopeful that she'll nab a job, and both Stacy and Dally can leave Adventure Bay, with their flawed hero and his pups.

"Where have you been?!"

The sound of his girlfriend's unpleasant mood thrusted Chase out of his thoughts. He had just come back from Ryder's office with a very important mission. A mission that he had to keep away from Skye.

Skye ran up to him with a concerned, angry look. If she wasn't tired, she would be a tea kettle blowing off steam.

"I have been worried sick for you. All of us were at Katie's, wondering if Rocky was okay, while you were off at La La Land!"

"Hey. Don't throw any shade at me!" Chase returned. "I was on official business!"

"Returning a notebook?! That was more important than your friend in the emergency room?!" Skye rebounded.

"N-No. N-Not r-really!" Chase stammered trying to keep his side standing. "It was more than just a notebook Skye!"

"Then what was it Chase?! What was so important, that you couldn't be there for Rocky?!" Skye asked.

Chase was going to say, but he remembered what Ryder told him, that he couldn't tell Skye. "It was…..it was…Gah! Okay Skye, you got me. It was just a notebook! I just…..got held up okay? I'll go visit Rocky tomorrow and apologize. I promise okay? I'm sorry for worrying you."

Skye popped an eyebrow at Chase. "Why do I get the feeling that you're lying to me Chase?"

"I'm not hiding anything from you Skye. I've just been through a grueling day, you know?" Chase replied with a groan.

Skye reset her face as she dropped her head to her paws. "Yeah...me too. The thing with Ryder today, the ship crash, trying to help Rocky, getting Zuma to settle down so he can sleep, and worrying about you, this really has been an exhausting day. Especially on Marshall's…." Skye couldn't finish her statement, as she nearly broke down.

Chase stepped forward and nuzzled her comfortably. "It's okay angel. You just need some sleep. Let's go to your pup house okay?"

Skye yawned out her response. "Okay Chase."

She gave a short smile, as she followed Chase to her puphouse. There were a couple times where Skye stopped in her tracks, and fell asleep standing up. Chase had to gently wake her up so she wouldn't drop to the ground snoring.

"Whooa easy there Skye. Looks like all that yelling has tired you out." Chase grinned.

"Oh ha ha hoooooooooah. Very funny Chase." Skye yawned, as she continued to walk with Chase over to her puphouse. When she got in, Skye sat in the middle of the house, but before she could lay down, Chase placed his lips on her's, nearly launching her off of her feet. Skye backed her head away from him with a whimper.

"I'm sorry Chase, but not tonight. I'm soohooooahhtired." Skye yawned.

Chase grinned. "Oh? Well that's too bad." He then touched noses with her. "Guess I have to do all the work then." He kissed her again.

Skye was very hesitant, wanting to sleep more than sharing a passionate kiss, but Chase's manner kept her from dropping, as she allowed Chase to take full control of her mouth. Feeling his authority run all through her veins.

"You drive a hard bargain Chase." Skye exhaled, seduced by Chase's insistence to carry on. Then, out of nowhere, Skye jump started and pushed Chase's authority back with hers. "Well….maybe I won't let you do all the work." Skye serenaded, as she pushed her tongue down Chase's throat.

The cockapoo's sudden bounce back caused Chase himself to fall backwards on the floor, allowing Skye to get on top of him, and give all she had left in the tank.

Chase didn't fight her back at all. He needed this. After everything that happened today, along with the weight of the entire year, he felt all of that shoved away by Skye's tongue.

However, as soon as he started to really get into it, Chase felt Skye's tongue go limp, and retract from him. Chase opened his eyes and discovered that Skye had passed out, right on his chest. Her paws dangled off each side of him, as she snoozed on his body. The cockapoo gave all that was left, and shut down like a car out of gas.

Chase smiled as he licked Skye's snout, making her smile with a squirm. He then turned her over gently, setting her gently down on her side, carefully to not wake her, but at this point, an earthquake wouldn't wake her up. She didn't even stir.

Chase inched closer to her, where his body was touching her's, and touched her nose with his, as he closed his eyes and slept peacefully next to his guardian angel.

Oh yeah. He needed this.

(A/N): Well, it's been laid out. Ryder and Chase have a plan to get Marshall back, but will it work? And will it work in time, before Stacy and Dally move to Adventure City?! The answers will come when the Final Act commence!

Ballad of Dally will take a break so I can make sure everything is all set and ready to go! In the meantime, another story will be published in a few weeks in Dally's wake...

Lost and Found: A Temple of Doom Story! Where Ryder and the pups will search for Chase and Marshall and bring them home! Once Lost and Found is finished, Ballad of Dally will return!

Question of the Chapter: Do you agree that Ryder and Chase should hold off on telling the pups about Marshall?

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This Is Sean Thames of Dragonsfire Entertainment signing off!