Paw Patrol Xtra Shorts

Short Twelve: Two Gassy Dalmatian Brothers


Flare and Marshall were currently getting into Marshall's fire truck with Flare being super excited while holding a new video game. "Thank you so much Marshall! This is gonna be an awesome game!" The box art for the game Flare got said 'Chronic the Wolf' on it, and the protagonist looked like an anthro wolf for a platformer. "Just look at how good Chronic's design is!"

Marshall got a good look before starting the car and had to admit that he liked what he saw. "That's nature's dog for ya." Right before Marshall could start the engine however, he felt a rumble in his stomach and pressed a button to put the top up. Flare was confused as to why the top was coming up, and when it was finished, Marshall released...

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...a five second fart in his seat that let out a green cloud of moldy cheese and pepperoni. Flare couldn't help giggling at the sound of the fart, making Marshall glad that he had a brother who wasn't grossed out by this stuff. Flare then put on a mischievous grin and lifted the side of his butt that was next to Marshall. After he did, the younger of the two Dalmatin brothers cut...

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...a five second fart that hit Marshall in the face with a green fart cloud of moldy cheese and burnt bacon. Marshall found it easy to brush it off thankfully, since he and Flare were used to each other's gas. Marshall then felt it wouldn't hurt to keep playing around with their farts as he gave a mischievous grin to Flare. "Ya know Flare, we didn't tell the others when exactly we would be back." Flare caught onto what Marshall was saying, and after he did, the two brothers sat down firmly and grunted to unleash...

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...two individual farts that surrounded the two pups with green clouds that made the two pups laugh. Flare put his game in the glove compartment to avoid letting it get covered in the scent too much, and as he and Marshall looked at each other with nods, the fart fest continued...

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...the inside of Marshall's fire truck was now surrounded with Flare's and Marshall's farts, making them glad Marshall put the top up. The two of them were having a great time, which was helped in Marshall's case by the fact that it was just the two of them. For some reason, the lot they were parked in didn't seem to have anyone else around. Despite the two pups being extroverts, they didn't mind the lack of interaction this time. Marshall knew that they couldn't do this forever though. "Whatya say Flare? Let's finish this with a bang before we head home for our baths."

"I'm all for it!" Flare responded excitedly, and then he and Marshall looked down at their stomachs, which started growling, almost as if it were on cue. It was hard to tell however, since they weren't as in control with their farts as Chase and Claw were. The two Dalmatians gave mischievous grins to one another as they then lifted their butts and grunted, getting ready to unleash two massive farts that for all they knew, would make the inside of Marshall's fire truck reek for days...

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...Flare and Marshall unleashed two massive and loud farts that reeked of rotten eggs and made their butts vibrate as the yellow clouds were released. They sighed of relief once their gas expulsions ended, leaving Marshall to crack a pun about the situation. "Let me tell ya Flare. That sure was a farty I enjoyed having."

"Ha!" Flare hi pawed Marshall as he pointed something else out about the situation. "And we can both guarantee one thing about it when we get back."

Marshall said it in sync with Flare once he realized what he was getting at. "Chase sure would be proud." Marshall then started driving on back to the Lookout so he and Flare could have their baths. Cause if there was one thing that was certain, it's that those two needed a good, squeaky cleaning.


Back at the Lookout, Marshall was taking a shower, since he let Flare have his bath first. He was surprised by how much he and Flare smelled after that fart off. It was usually Chase who needed a good scrubbing after a super long fart session. Claw and Zuma were also guilty of those, but not quite as much. As Marshall was scrubbing his head, he felt his stomach growl and giggled a bit as he got an idea. Putting his paws up to his butt, he rubbed shampoo all over them, and as he pointed his butt out, he grunted and ripped...

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...a loud and bassy thirty second fart that reeked of rotten eggs and moldy cheese, making his butt vibrate as he unleashed several greenish yellow bubbles that surrounded the bathroom, with his fart being so loud that it even broke the bathroom window. That made Marshall flinch; not because of the glass since none of it fell into the tub, but because his fart odor could escape the bathroom. He tried desperately to waft the fart clouds away as more butt bombs left his rear end...

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...the farts kept coming out however, and despite the fact that Marshall was still in the shower, he felt that couldn't keep all of the scent off of him. As Marshall's last fart left his bowels, he had only one thought in mind, and it was one thing he wasn't currently fond of at the time.

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"Flare and I just had to inherit dad's gas habits."

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"At least I'm alone."