This story is also linked to A Shepherd's tale, this isn't a "go and read" type thing, it's just you don't have to read it and this story still makes since.
Chase's plan didn't work well. Rubble had fallen asleep at 3 am, along with Chase who had slowly fell asleep after words. They were going to pull a fullnighter, but it didn't work out at planned. Rubble bounded from his sleeping position, screaming. Rubble looked around the lookout, spotting Chase, who was fast asleep. Rubble walked over to Chase, and nudged him. Chase grumbled, but didn't wake up. Rubble nudged the pup again, and heard Chase grumble, "Stop falling asleep Rubble..." Chase snored, "I need to keep you up." Rubble laughed, which made Chase wake up, "What is it, Rubble?" Rubble stopped laughing and sat up, looking at Chase. "What time is it?" Chase barked, weary. Rubble looked at the clock. "5:36 am" he barked. Chase grumbled, "Plan didn't go well at all." Rubble shook his head, "Let's check Marshall's pup house." Chase tilted his head, confused. "Why?" Rubble sighed and walked out of the lookout. Rubble heard Chase run to him. Once they passed Skye's and Zuma's closed pup house, they made it to Marshall's. His pup house was left open, not a Dalmatian in sight. "Where's Marshall!?" Chase barked, panicked. Rubble whimpered, "Some one took him. A d-dog in my dream." Rubble looked at his paws, knowing Chase was staring at him. Chase barked, "Where'd they go?" Rubble gulped, "The Alley." Chase sighed and the bulldog and shepherd went into the town. As the two crossed the street, they heard whimpers. Chase jumped into the alley, growling. Rubble hid behind some crates. As soon as he heard Chase stop growling, he went in and followed. As soon as Rubble saw Chase, who was pinned to the ground, he gasped, "Chase!" Rubble looked at Chase, then saw Marshall behind. "Spirit! Get off my friend please!" The dog ontop of Chase unpinned the German Shepard, and he got up on all fours again. "Mind us asking what your doing here Marshall?" Chase barked. Rubble went behind Chase, hiding from the other dog, Spirit, as Marshall had called him. He had blond fur and a shepherd like body. "I'm helping Spirit's family here. His wife, Piper, was having puppies, and she's sick." Marshall has barked, before walking back behind a crate. Rubble watched as Chase had followed Marshall. Spirit stood there, whimpering. "I'm going to lose her, just as I lost my daughter." Rubble drooped his ears in sorrow for the dog. "My daughter's name was-" he was cut off by a dog growl, "Get away from him Rubble!" The dog said, angrily. Spirit looked up, "My daughter, Sylvia!" Rubble lifted his ears, surprised.
If anyone has an OC named Piper, don't be upset I'm "stealing" her name. She will not be a main character in this story, or in any other stories. She'll probably only be in this one. So please don't be mean if I used it.