Chase was leading Zuma through the forest, blindfolded with an eye mask borrowed from Rubble.
- What are you up to? Zuma asked.
- You will see. Chase said mysteriously.
When he finally pulled the mask off her eyes, she saw that they were on her favorite spot on the cliff, there was a blanket on the ground, a basket, dog treats, dog sausage, and probably something else hidden in the basket.
- I thought ... Chase started ... That since the puppies are out on a trip, we're going to have dinner in some nice place.
Zuma hasn't been here since ... That day ... The old pain between the paws resounded.
- Yes ... She said ... That's a nice idea.
For two hours they ate and talked about everything, this is where it was time to finish the meal with dessert. Chase reached into the basket and pulled out a large dog cake. Zuma's eyes widened and she began to drool. Chase was still reaching for the basket, but his eyes widened.
- The knife must have stayed in the trunk ... He said to himself ... I'll be right back. He said to Zuma as he walked towards the tree line.
Zuma turned her gaze to the sea to avoid the temptation to eat the whole cake.
She felt a paw on her shoulder, looked out of the corner of her eye and froze ... It wasn't Chase's paw.
- No ... She thought fearfully ... Not him
Chase opened the trunk and grabbed two knives, closed the trunk, and turned around. The wind blew and he smelled the smell, he would never have noticed if it had not been for the fact that after a while he was struck by the awareness of who it belongs to. With his fur bristled and a snarl, he started running back.
Rocky turned Zuma towards him and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. She gasped and tried to free herself, but Rocky was too strong.
- You thought you wouldn't see me anymore ... He growled ... That I was gone forever. When I'm done you will look worse than you last time!
Zuma wasn't overly religious, but now she prayed to everyone who listened for help
- LEAVE HER , FUCKER!
Rocky only managed to turn and drop Zume before Chase stuck the knives in his eyes.
He screamed in searing agony as Chase tore the knives, staggered, couldn't think of anything but pain, didn't think of the cliff. With the screem of the damned, he flew down, his skull cracked like an egg when he hit the rocks.
Chase watched it with complete satisfaction.
- Come ... He said to Zuma ... Let's go home.
Nobody ever found out what happened to Rocky.