AN: I know some people are waiting for the next chapter of Zuma's Courage, but I have to update my Zootopia fic, Savage, first before I do that one. So to make up for that, I'm putting out some shorts for you guys. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

***Rubble's Birthday***

Zuma felt like doing nothing at all today. It was one of those days when you just wanted to lay around and wait for tomorrow to come and hope you feel something different. He was lying on his back, trying to get to sleep when he saw Chase walking by. "Hey, dude. Where you off to?"

"I'm going to the toy store," replied Chase. "I'm gonna get Rubble's birthday present for next week."

"Oh, okay," said Zuma before going back to his sleep. Yup, nothing but-"WAIT?! Wubble's biwthday is next week?!" shouted Zuma as he sat up in horror.

"Yeah, why? What's wrong?" asked Chase, raising his eyebrow. "You got a week to get his gift."

"Scwew that! I have to get it now! What did he want! Was it another Apollo the Superpup toy?!" shouted Zuma, pacing around in a panic.

"Does he ever ask for anything else?" snorted Chase, before holding the pup down. "What's got you so worked up?"

"Dude, don't you wemember what happened last year when I failed to get him the wight gift?!" shouted Zuma as his eyes widened in terror.

***Last Year***

The birthday of Rubble was in high gear as everyone in town had come to attend and pitch in. Mr. Porter was cooking wood oven pizza, Captain Turbot and his cousin were performing a comedy duo, Katie was given everyone painted faces, and, of course, Rubble was ready for his gifts.

Naturally, he had hinted to everyone that he wanted the brand new Apollo and the Super Pup Squad heroes that all came with their own vehicles that could transform into Mega Ultra Super Pup. Mostly that consisted of "Loudly" wishing he had it when the commercials came on, sending the pups pics of each location of where the toys could be found and their prices, and even playing the Super Pup Squad theme loud on his radio during missions.

Rubble had so far opened Rocky and Marshall's presents which consisted of Fenris the Ice Wizard Pup and Welshy the Wonder Whiner Pup. "Oh, I wonder what Chase got me for my birthday!" shouted Rubble out loud as he reached out for a large blue and yellow wrapped present. Opening it up he gave a loud "gasp" and said, "Oh! It's Batpup, the Dark Crusader! Thank you, Chase. You may now eat pie, cake, and ice cream." Chase rolled his eyes and walked off while Rubble went to a pink and blue wrapped one. "Oh, I wonder what Skye got me!" He opened it and faked another gasp. "Oh my gosh. It's Apollo the Super Pup himself! Thanks, Skye. You may eat pie, cake, and ice cream now."

"Like you could have stopped me," whispered Skye as she got up and walked towards the buffet table. Zuma was the last one and he gulped as Rubble cheerfully got his president.

"And let's see what my good friend Zuma got me for my birthday!" shouted Rubble as he tore it open. "Oh! Look it's… wait…"

He paused and slowly brought out a Nintendo Switch. "A s-switch?!"

"Y-yeah! And the Zelda game is there too, so you just need to-"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Shouted Rubble as tacked the yelping Zuma. "You bastard! You were supposed to get me Bulk The Green Giant Pup! Now I cannot make Ultra Mega Super Pup! You cheap peace of crap!"

"They were all out of them, dude! I spent most of my money to repl-"

"I hate you! I'll kill you!" shouted a rabid Rubble as rage entered his eyes and he rushed to his pup house. "Ruff! Vehicle mode!" Upon having it turn into his rig, he got in and shouted, "Run, bitch! Run!"

Zuma screamed as Rubble chased after him with his bulldozer, crashing through every inch of the party as everyone scattered in fear.

***Present***

Chase's eyes widened upon remembering what happened as he turned to a frightened Zuma and hugged him. "You're right. Let's go."

"Hey guys!" shouted Rubble, cheerfully walking towards them.

"AAAAHHH!" shouted Zuma and Chase as they ran off leaving Rubble confused.

"What did I say?"

***The Horror***

The horror.

The horror.

It was as if the world has suddenly cracked into glass. All time and space had lost meaning. Death could have come and Marshall wouldn't have cared. It was just… horror.

With his eyes widened and slowly walking towards the doors to outside, Marshall just muttered to himself while refusing to blink his eyes. Afraid of seeing the image he had just scene not so long ago.

His friends noticed him and stopped playing their game to rush up to him. "Hey, Marshall! Wanna play some volleyball."

The word "ball" had just made Marshall want to cry and crawl under a dirt. So much of what he knew was now torn apart. "The horror… the horror…"

The other pups looked at each other in confusion for a second. "Uh, Marshall? You okay?" asked Chase.

Skye waved her paws in his unmoving face. "I think he's sick."

"Well, Marshall's the medical pup so who can help him?" asked Rubble.

"I'll get Ryder," said Rocky.

"NOOOO!" shouted Marshall as he tackled Rocky much to the mixed breed's shock. "Don't go in there! It's too late for me, but you can save yourselves!"

"What are you talking about! What's gotten into you?" asked Skye.

Marshall gulped and turned to his friends. "I saw… I saw something… something so horrible… so terrible… that I cannot unsee it."

"What could have been so howwible that you are acting like a zombie?" asked Zuma, smirking. "Did you see an eagle eat a squirrel again?"

"No, but I wish I did…" muttered Marshall before he froze up upon seeing who was coming outside.

"Hi, pups. I'm heading back to my house," replied Katie, now eighteen, and combing her hair. She had a lot of perfume on her for some reason, according to their noses, and there was a faint smell of something else.

"Wait! Katie!" cried out Ryder, walking out and fumbling to put on a shirt to hide his growing muscled chest. He blushed before nervously showing a… pink bra?!

The other pups felt their jaw's drop as Marshall continued to go on about the horror. Katie blush as well before quickly grabbing it and hiding it behind her back. She said her goodbyes and rushed as fast she could.

The pups all stared at Ryder who was silent for a bit before sighing. "Oh, come on. Give it two more years and you'll be old enough to be into it."

He then left them alone.

The pups then turned to Marshall who was still zoned out. Rubble nervously asked, "You mean… you saw them… do it?"

Marshall only nodded.

The horror.

The horror.