AN: Sorry for being so late. I like to take my time to make sure the fics are well written and detailed good. That and it's been busy for me at my job. It's evaluation months so I've been working extra hard to get a raise or promotion. This chapter is only going to focus on the Paw Patrol and Zuma. No Damian Stone this time folks. One person once messaged me asking if this takes place in the canon universe. Sadly, no. This has gone all the way into AU territory and as such we won't see characters like Everest or Tracker or Danny X or others Post Season 1. It's why I also haven't had Yumi teach the pups Pup-Fu since that was a Season 3 thing.

Currently as I write this, Mission Paw has not come out yet. I am planning to hopefully do something with that episode provided I like it and there is material I can use for it in a fic. Will I add Sweetie to any of my current fanfics? Chances are no, sorry on that, but maybe in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol


"When you start out in a team, you have to get the teamwork going and then you get something back."- Michael Schumacher


Zuma continued to keep his eyes on the tracks that were left on the road while sitting in the passenger seat. Nathan didn't engage in much small talk which was fine by him. He needed to keep his focus on finding the trail. Of course, being a dog, Zuma couldn't help but have his head sticking out and his tongue in the wind. Again, it reminded him of the times he used to surf, windboard, or play around in his hoovercart, but he could never have those fun times again. Zuma wished that Damian Stone didn't escape all those months ago. Perhaps things would have been different and he would have just gone on living his new life in peace.

Detective Shaw was right, thought Zuma with a sigh. Fate is a bitch.

"So do you have an owner or a family?" asked Nathan, asking as he kept his eye on the road. "Someone to take care of you?"

"No, my family… died and… I left my owner and fwiends," replied Zuma, trying not to think about Marsha, Greg, Shelly, or the Paw Patrol.

"Treated you wrong?"

"No!" shouted Zuma, quickly but soon calmed down. "I left because it was best… I… I bwought suffering to them…." Imagines began to appear in his mind: Chase's expression when Skye was forced to reject his feelings, Rubble's tears in fear of Damian Stone, Marshall's broken body, Ryder's guilt, Rocky revealing the death of his little brother due to his fear. "It was best to leave them."

Nathan didn't say anything following that and Zuma was grateful. He didn't want to explain further. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the tracks veer off the road and into the woods nearby. Barking for the truck to stop, Zuma got out and sniffed the tracks as they lead towards the woods, a clear dirt path made for them.

"That leads to some abandoned cabins that haven't been used. Had to sleep in one a long time ago when I ran out of gas and had to wait until morning to call for help," replied Nathan as he got out of the truck and looked in the same direction.

"How many cabins?" asked Zuma as he pull on his hood.

"About four," replied Nathan. He stared as Zuma began to walk in the same direction. "Wait, you're not thinking of taking on those guys all by yourself? You'll get killed!"

"I'm showter and faster," replied Zuma, looking back. "I'll be fine. Besides, I'm not afraid of death."

"Still, let me come with you," replied Nathan.

"No, you're wounded. Get to a nearby town and get the police," replied Zuma as he rushed off before Nathan could stop him.


Chase knew he was supposed to be fully serious while he was doing his Paw Patrol duties, but he couldn't help but howl as he drove down the streets, sirens blasting at full sound. He was back. They were back. The Paw Patrol is back!

Skye had flown ahead of them to track the car using the GPS that was in the mayor's phone while Ryder was right beside him on his ATV. He looked at his own and gave him a smile to which he got one back. Looks like I'm not the only one who is glad we're active again.

"Ryder. Chase. I got my eyes on the vehicle. Looks like the dogs are still struggling to drive it. Woah, they just narrowly hit another car!" called Skye on her radio.

"Keep an eye on them, Skye. Any idea where they might be heading?" asked Ryder as he pulled out a map on his pup pad.

"I think they're trying to get on the highway to Jake's Mountain," replied Skye. "They could easily ditch the truck and take to the woods on paws from there."

"Better stop them before they get that far. Chase and I will take a shortcut to catch up." Ryder's pup pad then started ringing. "Talk to you later, Skye. I got Rocky on the phone." He pressed a button. "Rocky? What's the situation?"

"We got a trap ready to go. Just need a location to where we can spring it," replied Rocky on the other end.

"I'm sending a set of coordinates to your vehicle's map mode. I'll meet you there. Over and out," said Ryder as he ended the call. Turning to his police pup, Ryder replied, "Chase, you take that shortcut I mentioned earlier and keep following those thieves with Skye. I'll take another shortcut and cut ahead to Jake's. Be careful."

"Chase is on the case, Ryder, sir!" shouted Chase as he continued driving straight forward while Ryder took a right into a different street.


"Buck! Buck! Bucccaakk!" cried out Chickaletta, flapping her wings around and pecking everything that was in sight.

"Gah! She nearly got my eye!" shouted the Vizsla as he swiped at the annoying chicken. "Who the hell keeps a chicken in a purse?!"

"Just shut up and grab the bird!" cried the Ibizan Hound as he tried to focus on the road, taking a left. "Once we get to the mountain we can ditch the bird and head to the hide out!"

"Why not just eat it? I wouldn't mind having some chicken for dinner," asked the Norwegian Elkhound, licking his chops, but was suddenly tossed to the left along with the Vizsla and Chickaletta, resulting in him getting squished before they were tossed to the right. "Ugh! Can't you drive better?! You're worse than a blind grandmother!"

"You try driving one of these things with dog legs! It's not easy!" cried out the Ibizan Hound, lowering the gas on the petal. "It's bad enough I got that buzzing sound that's been following us for the past ten minutes."

"Buzzing sound?" asked the Norwegian Elkhound as he stuck his head out the window, looked up, and gasped at what he saw. "Oh, dog biscuits!"

"What is it? A helicopter?"

"That's no helicopter! That's Skye's helicopter!"

"Who?" asked the other two dogs.

"The Paw Patrol! They're after us!" shouted the Elkhound, slowly turning white.

"The Paw Patrol? Didn't they disband after that Stone guy ruined them?" asked the Vizsia, scratching his head.

The sound of police sirens coming closer to their car quickly answered that. "Attention, chicken nappers! This is Officer Chase of the Paw Patrol! You are ordered to cease your escape attempt from the law and pull over! Don't make this any harder than it is!"

"Dude, what do we do?!" asked the Elkhound.

"I am not going back to the pound! We floor it!" shouted the Ibizan Hound as he pushed the petal to the metal.


Chase watched as the car sped away even faster which made him sigh. "Why do they always insist on doing the hard way?" He pushed more power into his car to catch up as Skye followed him from above.

They continued onto the highway where it was thankfully not rush hour. Very few cars were in danger of getting hit by the swerving vehicle, and Chase made sure to keep himself at a wide enough distance. He debated using his vehicle to knock the car off the road, but he didn't want to risk it. The car was already moving back and forth, plus Chickaletta was still in the car and he didn't want to risk hitting her or the other dogs. As an officer, I must protect all the lives I can. Even criminals.

He just hoped they could end this peaceful with Rocky's trap.


Ryder arrived just in time so see the other three pups arrive as well. The location they had chosen to meet was at start of the dirt road that lead up to Jake's Mountain when you got off the highway. Taking his helmet off, he walked over to see the pups ready for action. "Okay, Rocky. What's your plan?"

"Well first, I need Rubble to make a big square with his bulldozer. Nothing too deep, just enough to fill what I have for our robbers," replied Rocky, turning to the littlest of them all. "Up for it, Rubble?"

"You kidding? I've been waiting months to use my rig! Let's dig it! Arf! Arf! Awoooo!" shouted Rubble as he rushed to his vehicle. Turning it on, he quickly drove for a perfect spot and began to dig a good square hole.

"Are you digging a big enough hole to trap the car?" asked Marshall, tilting his head.

"No, that could risk injury to the dogs and Chickaletta," replied Rocky as he led Marshall and Ryder to the back of his truck. Opening it, he climbed in and started throwing a few things out of it that the others ducked to avoid, including a surfboard, some broken toy blasters, and a wooden statue of George Washington. "Ah! Got them!"

The two watched as Rocky came out with a gallon of quick glue in his mouth. Spitting out to Ryder, his eyes lit up and his smile widened. "I see. We could fill the entire hole with this glue and have it stop the car in its tracks."

"Yup, I got tons of the stuff and it's the kind of glue that sticks to surfaces really quickly," replied Rocky as he got a pat on the head which made him wag his tail.

"Great idea, Rocky. And I know just the perfect way to put it in," said Ryder, turning to Marshall. "We can use your water cannons to fill the hole up, Marshall."

"I'm fired up!" shouted Marshall.


One of the first things that Zuma had to learn in his training with Oriel was tracking. For a long time, he never thought to put skills into such things since Chase was always the better tracker. However, now he learned to appreciate such a method as his nose continued to follow the smell of gasoline while blocking out all distractions. His eyes poised for any sign of possible danger nearby, while his ears focused on the distant sounds of chipmunks climbing trees for food.

Tracking also meant walking silently. While Zuma had always been good at keeping out of sight due to his height, it had reached leaps and bounds by the time he finished his training with Oriel. Many animals, and criminals, had died by his jaws without even knowing he was there.

Then he picked up a new sound: laugher. Lowering himself even more, Zuma crawled into the bushes and tiptoed his way past the trees to see the cabins that Nathan spoke about earlier. There were four of them, but the sound was coming out of only one. Next to the cabins were two large trucks, most likely the ones the robbers used to get away from their crime. Like a shadow, Zuma quickly rushed forward and pressed his back against the wall of the nearest cabin and slowly looked up. There were about six of them, all males and dressed in black jackets in jeans with weird haircuts. All of them were laughing and chatting as if this was a party, but this only made Zuma snarl in disgust. They shot an innocent man and they just laugh about it?! Scattered around them were beer bottles, joints, junk food, and dirty clothes. A clean freak would have a heart attack at the sight of all this, thought Zuma with amusement.

He now knew where the thieves were, but where was the cargo they stole from Nathan? Ducking down, Zuma headed over to the nearest of the other three cabins but the dust on the windows made it hard to see through it. He tried the door, but it was locked. "Great, now what?"

Upon hearing a door opening, Zuma ducked behind a nearby drain barrel and peaked his head out. One of the thieves, a young man with a blond mohawk, was walking out in a drunken daze. Barley keeping himself standing, the intoxicated thief walked over to a nearby tree and unzipped his zipper to relieve himself. Slowly creeping up beside him, Zuma waited until he was finished before striking the calves with his front paws, forcing the human to his knees in shock thanks to the pressure. Zuma then jumped up, using all four paws to kick the human in the back of the head hard so that his face ended up smashing into the tree, knocking him out.

After waiting to see if any of his friends heard him, Zuma checked to see if his target had anything on him. After digging through his pockets, he found a set of keys next to a wallet and phone. Grinning, Zuma quickly dragged the body behind one of the locked cabins and then went back to the door to opened it after finding the right key. Jackpot!

It was filled with various drinks, food, jewelry, and other goods the gang must have stolen from other people on the road. There were even the supplies that Zuma recognized from Nathan's truck. While he was glad that he managed to find the lost supplies, that still didn't mean anything unless he found a way to get them out of here without the thieves knowing. Even if one of the keys was for the trucks nearby, the moment he activated it, the others would know and descend upon him.

While Zuma was confident he could take on a human one on one or in the dark, a group was a different story. Especially if that group had guns. Maybe I should check the other cabin to see if there is anything useful.

Taking the keys, Zuma opened the second cabin and walked inside. There was a bunch of tools such as wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, and more. Most of them had collected dust. The only thing that didn't have dust was the gallons of gasoline. Sniffing them, Zuma could smell the fuel that was still inside. Guess they use it for the trunks.

He was about to leave when his ears perked up upon hearing some sirens. Realizing it was the police, Zuma jumped onto a nearby tool bench before rubbing the dust off the windows. A police car was entering the premises while in the back, Zuma saw Nathan getting out from the rear seat. Opening the window a bit, he overheard one of the officers asking if this was the place.

"Yeah, the only cabins I know of in a hundred miles. Haven't been back here in a long time," said Nathan as he and the officers approached the one where the thieves were hanging out. After knocking on the door, the thieves all came out one by one, looking annoyed that their good time was interrupted.

"What's the problem officer?" asked one of the gangsters.

"This gentleman here says you boys shot and robbed him blind?" asked one of the officers, glaring at them.

"… well I guess he does look familiar," said one of the others.

"Told ya, officers. Arrest these bastards so I can get my stuff and finish my route," replied Nathan, growling at the punks who just smiled cheekily at him.

"Don't worry. We're gonna make sure this problem goes away," said the other officer as he drew his gun. Zuma's eyes widened, however, as instead of aiming it at the thugs, he aimed it at Nathan who didn't even have a chance to react before he was shot in the head.

Zuma had to grip his mouth to keep himself from screaming in horror and shock as Nathan's body fell to the ground. The officer that shot him put a few more bullets in him before turning to the others. "Since we cleaned your problem up, you should be the ones burying him."

"Fine. Fine. What do you say a little extra for your extra cooperation, sirs?" asked one of the gangsters as he walked over to the third cabinet that Zuma had yet to check out.

Staring at Nathan's body, Zuma couldn't help but close his eyes and let a tear come out. Why… why does everyone I try to help or meet die?

The gangster came out a few minutes later with some white stuff packed in a plastic bag. "Here you go. A little extra as thanks."

"Your boss won't mind?" asked one of the officers, taking a sample in his mouth.

"Nah, he's too busy worrying about pleasing Damian Stone back it the city. Guy's been a scared little shit ever since he was forced to work for him again. He's afraid he'll cap his head off," replied one of the gangsters.

STONE?! Thought Zuma with a horror, but his rage soon over took his thoughts. They work for Damian Stone. They know about him… and these cops are dirty…

He was so blinded by his anger that he almost missed one of the punks coming in, but quickly ducked under the tool bench. He watched as one of them took a shovel and walked out. Getting back into his previous position, he watched as three of them grabbed the body and started to move towards the woods to bury it while the cops took off in their police car. Zuma leaned down and nearly punched the window in anger. Nathan was dead and these bastards were going to get away with it unless he did something.

What was in that third shed? He wondered as he paused to see if any of the gangsters were around. When the coast was clear, he walked out and made his way to the third and final cabin. It was already unlocked, so when Zuma opened it he found himself face to face with beakers, test tubes, bags filled with white powder looking stuff, and other lab equipment. Having been with Chase long enough, Zuma quickly figured out what all this was: drugs.

Makes sense. This is a remote location and not too far from the city. Bribe a few officers and you can have a nice way of making this stuff, thought Zuma who sniffed the drugs and gagged. Ugh, terrible.

He walked out and closed the door before retreating behind the third one to think. They murdered Nathan. They steal from others. They make drugs for a boss who works for Damian Stone. I got one of them knocked out so I can interrogate him later, but the rest need to die…

He thought back to those gas containers he found and a smirk came to his lips.


Once the hole was filled with the glue, the four of them quickly drove their vehicles off the road to hide them in the nearby bushes and trees. Taking his Pup Pad out, Ryder quickly called Chase. "We're ready with the trap. You almost near our location?"

"On our way, Ryder, sir! And so are the thieves!" shouted Chase as he showed the car heading towards the turn on the road that lead to the dirt road.

"Thanks, Chase. Okay, pups, let's get ready," replied Ryder as he got on his ATV.

Sure enough, they soon saw the car that the chicken snatchers were driving. It soon reached the hole and tried to continue to drive on, but the glue managed to quickly take control of the tires which caused the car to stop in its tracks.

"Hey! It's not moving!" the Ibizan Hound shouted out loud. He put more power into the gas, but no matter how hard he pressed he couldn't get them free.

"Now!" shouted Ryder as he and his four pups drove out of their hiding spots and surrounded the vehicle. Chase and Skye came up from the rear and helped out, leaving the dogs nowhere to run. "This is the Paw Patrol! Come out with your paws up!"

"Don't come any closer or the chicken gets it!" shouted the Vizsla, but Chickaletta poked him in the eye, making him curse. She then jumped out the window and flapped nearby towards the ground outside of the whole where she started pecking for bugs. "Okay… now we surrender."


"Oh, Chikaletta! You're safe!" cried out Mayor Goodway as she hugged her pet chicken. She turned to the Paw Patrol who wagged their tails (minus Ryder) and smiled at the mayor. "Thank you so much, Paw Patrol! It's good to know that you're back in business. What happened to those nasty dogs anyway?"

"We dropped them off at the pound before we came here," replied Chase with a smirk. "Those guys will have a few years to think on their actions before they get out."

"I still can't thank you enough for saving my poor little chiky wicky," said Mayor Goodway, snuggling her chicken.

"Well, whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!" said Ryder as he and the pups made their way back to their vehicles.

"This was good," replied Rubble, shaking a bit with a wide smile on his face. "I feel so alive again! Paw Patrol is back!"

"Yeah, it's like everything was back the way it used to be," replied Marshall.

"Almost…" said Rocky as he stopped smiling as well as walking. The others paused and stared at him. "I wish Zuma was here."

The others all whimpered and looked down upon hearing his name. "I think… I think we should focus on finding him again," said Skye to everyone's surprise as Rocky stared at her with awe. "Look, today was one of the best days any of us have had in a long time… but this isn't a complete experience unless all seven of us are here. We need Zuma. And Zuma needs us. The H.A.V.O.C. gear is ready and we can prepare for anything this time."

"Yeah," replied Chase, nodding his head. "We failed Zuma last time, but we won't do it again. He's our friend… our family. And we protect our family."

"I won't let him suffer anymore," replied Marshall, walking over to Chase and nuzzling him. "You guys made me see that I wasn't alone in this world after what happened. That I had to grow strong from it. Zuma needs us to help him grow strong, and I want to tell him what happened wasn't his fault."

"Yeah! Paw Patrol always sticks together!" shouted Rubble, jumping in the air. "We'll find Zuma, show him how much we love him, and be a full team once again saving people. And if we run into Damian Stone we'll just kick his butt!"

Rocky felt a few tears fall down his eyes as he joined in by saying, "He need us… and we need him. It's time we come back together and get the real band back together."

Looking at his pups with pride, he knelt and smiled at every one of them. "You're all such good pups. Even in the darkest of days, if we have each other, we can overcome them. Together!" He placed his hand in the middle as one by one each of the members of Paw Patrol placed them on top. "Let's find Zuma and make our family whole again!"

"Yeah!" shouted the pups


Night time had passed and the drug makers had partied themselves into oblivion. Each of them was spread out all over the cabin, too drunk or high to even get themselves up to do anything. They hadn't even noticed one of their own hadn't been back in hours. One person, however, did get up because of his dry throat and struggled to get on his feet. Moaning at the hangover that was killing him, he made his way to the sink and turned on the water. Tugging at his shirt collar, he wondered why it was so darn hot when Fall was around the corner.

Seriously, did we leave the oven on?He wondered as he looked around and started getting hotter and hotter to the point where every part of his body was sweating. That's when he noticed it, the flames as they slowly began to eat everything around him. "SHIT! FIRE!"

He ran back to the others, gasping as he saw the fire surrounding the windows and door, spreading everywhere. He kept shouting for the others to wake up and some managed to do so, only to freak out by what they saw. Others were too wasted to even move.

Zuma watched as those gas canisters did their work with the flames. The panic screams and sounds of agony were music to his ears as the fire covered the entire cabin. He glanced at the drug cabin, watching its filth burn along with it. A sense of satisfaction filled him for both destroying a small part of Damian Stone's operation, but also avenging Nathan's death. He turned away from the burning cabin filled with doomed thugs and turned to the tied up and scared thug he left alive previously who was staring at the flames with soaked pants.

Zuma walked up to him and stared at him straight into his soul, his paws over the rag that had been placed in the human's mouth to stop him from speaking. "Now that you're fwiends are on a one-way ticket to hell, let's continue our convewsation. You're going to tell me evewything about Damian Stone and his plans, that you know, or I will pour the remaining gas on your balls and watch them burn. So start talking."

When he removed the gag, the human spilled his guts.