AN: Well, its time for another set of shorts. Before I updated Everest Gone Missing again, I'm going to be focusing on updating Dragon Rider, my Gumball fic. I figured since that might take a week or two, because of my job, I should at least give you guys something until the next update so enjoy some shorts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

***Never Mess With The Nose***

If there was one thing Chase took pride in, it was his nose. It was somehow able to sniff out anything from the scent of an animal to the color of a jellybean. A good detective needed and edge in the never-ending battle for justice and Chase's sniffer was his ace in the hole. Naturally, the other pups always tried to outwit Chase's nose with some kind of method.

Blindfolded, the smirking German Shepard waited as his friends pretended this week's test. To the surprise of the others, Zuma didn't have anything with him. When asked, all he said was, "You'll see.

Marshall went first, presenting a frog that was covered in peanut butter for some weird reason. Chase sniffed it a few times before raising an eyebrow. "Why did you kidnap Alex's pet frog and cover him in peanut butter, Marshall?"

"What kind of peanut butter? Chunky or smooth?" asked Marshall, biting his lips.

"Both, and you used unsalted for the smooth."

"Correct," sighed Marshall as he walked away, grumbling to himself as the peanut butter frog hopped on his back. "Knew I should have gone with Nutella."

Skye and Rocky had worked on theirs together, which was a long list of papers stacked together with drawings on them. "Okay, there is no way you can guess what these are," replied Rocky with a confident smile.

"Well, I know their paper, they smell fresh too. Recently printed?" asked Chase, sniffing over them.

"Yes, but can you tell what's on them?" asked Skye as the two partners clapped paws in their clever thinking.

After a few sniffs, Chase rubbed his chin in thought. Everyone waited with halt breath on what he would say. Chase then sniffed again and shook his head in disgust. "A Lucario x Mewtwo doujinshi, in Russian, combined with sixteen pages of Twilight Sparkle making out with her friends in various anthro poses, and on the bottom is Skye's Star Fox fanfiction which features Falco and Fox doing it together with BDSM toys." The two pups dropped their jaws before Rocky turned to Skye with a raised eyebrow. "You write fanfiction?"

"I can't help it! Those two are so made for each other! It's a crime not to have them as a couple!" shouted the beat red cockapoo. In anger, she scattered the papers and huffed before walking away with a disappointed Rocky.

Rubble came up next but before he could say anything, Chase replied, "Ryder's hanukkah socks from last year."

"Aw, man. Can't you just at least wait until I say something," whined Rubble.

"Rubble, you always pick something from Ryder's dresser. It's kinda getting too easy," replied Chase as Rubble took the socks and left. "I'm just glad he hasn't picked his underwear yet."

Zuma walked over with a grin. "Weady for mine, dude?"

"Sure, hopefully you got a challenge for me," replied Chase, readying himself.

"Oh, I do…" Zuma turned around and lowered his front end, allowing his rear to hang in the air with his tail straight up. "It's quite an ender if you know what I mean."

The other pups stared at this before giggling at what Zuma was trying to do.

"Is it in front of me?" asked Chase, sniffing around.

"Sniff a little closer," replied Zuma, shaking his butt in the air. Chase did so, getting so close his nose was practically touching his butt cheeks. When Chase realized what he was smelling it was too late as Zuma unleashed an invisible and smelly cloud from his endpoint.

The wrenched smell burst through Chase's nostrils as the nasty odor filled his sinuses all the way to his brain. "Gah! Gas bomb!" cried out Chase as he fell on his back and held his nose while kicking up a storm. The others laughed at the sight while Chase continued to gasp for air. "Oh god, what have you been eating? Is that… road kill? Sloppy joes? Doritos? Kiwi? And your own vomit?! God, Zuma, what are you a savage?!"

"Worth it just to see this," replied Zuma as the others laughed at the sight.

Growling, Chase got up and removed the blind fold, still feeling sick from the smell. Then he smelled something else from his seconds sniffing Zuma's rump and smirked. "Well, its not as bad as the smell of Rocky's seed coming from your butthole." The other five went wide-eyed before three of them turned to a blushing two who slowly backed away. "But it's not as prominent as Marshall's."

"What?! You slut! You've been screwing with my dog?!" shouted Rocky, growling at Marshall who growled back.

"At least I can deliver better then you! You don't deserve him!"

Rocky then turned to a nervously grinning Zuma. "And you! You sleeping with every dog out there?! What are you a tramp?! I thought I was your first!"

"Hey, you said I was!" shouted Marshall, growling at Zuma.

"Uhhh, look at the time gotta go!" shouted Zuma as he rushed off with his two lovers chasing after him. Chase just smirked and walked away feeling satisfied.

Never mess with his nose if you know what's good for you.

***Everest's Death***

Everest was dead.

Laying on her back, the now silent husky thought about how her life had been up until her unfortunate demise. She had survived most of what life could offer such as harsh storms, wild animals, and even a sickness or two. But death comes for everyone it seemed.

Everest didn't think it would come from one of her friends though. They had seemed like such a nice bunch, carrying, and kind, even suggesting they play a new game together. Edgar to know more about the city world she joined. Yet her fate was sealed when she agreed as Marshall completely destroyed her, left her broken body on the ground before finishing her off.

It hurt knowing that her friend had killed her, but there was no point in putting off any grudged as darkness clouded her vision. She felt a sense of peace as she closed her eyes and let her body relax. There was no pain, no sense of sorrow. Sure, she wished she didn't die so young, but it was her fault for not putting up a better defense. She let her guard down and it costed her dearly.

She continued to lay there, in the state of her own death, she saw neither heaven nor hell. Just nothing. A vast darkness hat swallowed her as she thought no more and embraced her end. She just wished she could have said goodbye to Jake for giving her a brief freedom from the outside world. With her paws laying on her chest, Everest held her breath and lay motionless to the world.

"Um, Everest? Are you going to play again or are you just gonna lie there?" asked Marshall.

"I can't. You killed me," replied Everest, still lying down.

"Um, I just beat you in a video game that's all. You can try again you know."