The sun slowly rose above the town of Adventure Bay, providing a beautiful sunrise that shone along the bay. Slowly, one by one, the pups were waking up inside the Lookout. Rocky slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and shook himself off. He glanced over to his friend who was slowly getting up as well.

"Morning Zuma, sleep well?" Rocky asked watching his best friend get up.

"Eh, I wouldn't say well," the chocolate lab yawned and stretched, "Rubble was snoring pretty loud."

The two pups looked over to the construction pup who had just woken up and removed his sleeping mask from his head.

"Somebody say my name?" He smiled.

The pups shared a laugh, but were a bit startled when they heard a sudden, eerie voice appear.

"I'm gonna get you…."

"What was that?" the bulldog whimpered, running over to where Rocky and Zuma were.

They looked around and they were the only pups awake. Puzzled by this, they decided to wait for the voice to say something again.

"You can run but you can't hide…"

Rubble let out another whimper.

"That's weird, it sounds like it's coming from Mar-"

"GOTCHA YOU LIVER TREATS! NOW YOU'RE MINE HAHA!" Marshall yelled in his sleep, startling the other three pups. Slowly after belting this out, he woke up with a look of disappointment that his dream wasn't a reality. He walked over to the already awake pups.

"Hey guys! Guess what I dreamed about!" Marshall exclaimed, wagging his tail.

"Liver treats?" The other pups said simultaneously.

"What? How did you... I was sleep talking again wasn't I?" Marshall assumed.

"You guessed it." Rocky answered laughing with all the other pups.

After settling down, they all focused their eyes onto the two pups who were still sleeping.

"Why are they on the same beanbag?" Rubble questioned.

"Well they were doing something last night together, a staring contest I think. Maybe they just fell asleep." Zuma presumed.

The four pups analyzed Chase and Skye. Skye was snuggled deep into Chase's side, and Chase had his head gently leaned upon Skye's head. It didn't look as though they had just "fallen asleep."

"Why are they practically laying on each other though, pups just don't fall asleep like that." Rocky pointed out. The pups tried to think of an explanation.

Zuma had thought of the rescue that had to do the previous day.

"You know, yesterday when we were saving Chickaletta, Chase was acting a bit weird." He recalled.

"How so? Like, crazy weird?" Marshall guessed.

"No, let me explain." said Zuma.

FLASHBACK

"Alright pups! Let's roll!" Ryder called out. Chickaletta had fallen onto a high ledge on a cliff off of the coast of the bay. The Paw Patrol had responded instantly when Mayor Goodway way called them in distress. Ryder was at the top of the cliff analyzing the situation and making sure everyone was safe. Zuma was down on the water, below the ledge where Chickaletta was. He had his safety buoy ready just in case, and Chase alongside him with his net ready in case he needed back up. Skye had the important job. She had to fly up there with her jetpack, get Chickaletta on her back, and fly her to safety. After hearing Ryder's order, the pups took action.

Zuma and Chase watched from below as Skye made her way up to the ledge, prepared to deploy their rescue items if necessary. However, after Skye had made lift off, Zuma could tell Chase was getting very anxious. He started tapping his paw, he bit his lip a few times, and Zuma swore he saw him break a sweat.

"Dude, you okay?" Zuma asked.

"Fine! Never better! Why would you ask that?" Chase replied trying to smile innocently.

Zuma looked back up to the ledge where Skye had just landed.

"Hey Chickaletta! We are here to rescue you!" Skye spoke to the chicken in her friendly voice. Chickaletta hopped into Skye's head, earning a giggle from her as it tickled a bit. Before she was about to fly back up to Ryder, there was a loud snap, and a crack could be seen being formed on the ledge they were on.

The second this happened, Chase let out a loud whimper, which Zuma took notice of, but didn't take his eyes off Skye and Chickaletta, knowing he might need to rescue them if they fall.

Using her quick reflexes, Skye activated her jetpack and hovered over the ledge, watching it crack and fall down into the ocean. The were perfectly fine, and she flew herself and Chickaletta back up to Ryder.

After being splashed by the giant rock and shaking themselves off, Chase and Zuma looked up to see the two were safe and sound at the top of the cliff with Ryder.

"Oh thank God she's okay." Chase sighed, staring up at the cliff, "Uh- I mean...THEY'RE okay. Heh.."

"Yeah…" Zuma said slightly curious as to why he said that, "Good thing neither of them got hurt."

"Alright you two! We can drop Chickaletta off and head back to the Lookout." Ryder radioed to them.

"Copy that." Chase radioed back. Zuma drove them both to shore, met up with the team, and went on their way.

END OF FLASHBACK

"He seemed pretty worried about Skye, a bit too worried." Zuma summarized the flashback..

"You know, now that you mention it, back when Skye and I were with Mayor Goodway on that camping trip, Chase acted the same way when they had to come and rescue Chickaletta." Rocky said stroking his chin.

"What happened?" Rubble asked very curiously.

"Well basically, Skye had just pulled Chickaletta out of a crevasse, and when they both emerged unharmed, Chase got a little over enthusiastic, and was praising that Skye was okay." Rocky explained.

"Really, what did she say back to him?" Marshall questioned, intrigued to know what happened.

"Well she called him out, and then he blushed trying to deny it, and nothing really came from it." Rocky answered.

The pups soaked up all of this information and began thinking, and assuming some things. The whimpering, the worrying, them sleeping together.

"Guys.. do you think Chase likes-" Rubble started, but was interrupted abruptly.

"HEY! Wait a second!" Marshall shouted.

"SHHH!" The other pups shushed him.

Unfortunately, Chase started moving slightly, showing signs of waking up. Zuma, Rocky and Rubble gave the dally stern looks.

"And what was so important that you had to inform the whole city?" Rocky rolled his eyes.

"Where did they get a blanket! I was freezing my tail off last night!" Marshall complained.

A brief pause followed as Rubble, Rocky, and Zuma slowly turned their heads towards the dally and stared at him.

"That's what was so important?" Zuma face-pawed.

In the midst of the conversation, Chase had awoke, and stood up walking towards the pups, leaving Skye who was still asleep.

"Morning pups! You guys sleep well?" Chase greeted them cheerfully.

"I think the question is Chase, did you sleep well?" Zuma said, winking to the other pups, who understood what he was implying. Well, almost all of them.

"Um.. Good? I guess.." Chase said a bit confused.

"I bet." Rubble winked at him.

"What's going on? What are you guys talking about?" Chase said, slowly getting annoyed as he didn't understand what the pups were getting at.

"Well, actually, we were talking about you," Zuma started, "..And her." He said pointing to Skye.

"About what? Tell me!" At this point Chase was getting impatient.

"Well… you're a guy.." Rocky said, starting to grin.

"..And Skye is a girl.." Rubble continued Rocky's sentence with a little giggle.

Meanwhile, Marshall, who was a bit slower at comprehending what was going on, had just realized what Rocky, Zuma, and Rubble were implying before Chase woke up.

"Ohhhhhh! Chase likes Skye!" Marshall blurted out, again very loudly.

This caused the rest of the pups apart from Chase to giggle. Chase, had alarm bells going off in his head. Why would they think that? How did they know?! He said that so loud! UGH! These thought filled Chase's mind as he struggled to think of an answer.

"Wha-... No I don't!" Chase snapped back, blushing angrily.

"Don't deny it Chase, you've liked Skye for a while now, and you know it!" Zuma taunted him.

"Chase likes Skye! Chase likes Skye!" Rubble and Marshall started chanting.

Skye was starting to wake up due to this racket, which caused Chase to panic He did not want her to hear his friends saying things like this that would embarrass him.

"Guys! She going to wake up! Stop!" Chase ordered them. But it was no use.

"Good! So you can tell her how much you lov-" Rocky began to say but found himself laying on the floor with Chase on top of him.

"Be quiet! I don't like her!" Chase emphasized his point, frowning at Rocky. He raised an eyebrow at Chase, not buying it at all, but he decided they had teased him enough. And besides, now that Skye was practically awake, he didn't want to expose him in front of her. If Chase really did like Skye, he should be able to tell her in person.

After Rocky and the pups had gone silent for a bit. Chase got off the mixed breed and helped him up. As if on cue, Ryder walked in, wearing his red robe, and big blue slippers.

"I thought I heard something," Ryder said, "You pups sleep well?"

Rubble couldn't help but giggle a little and look at Chase, remembering they asked him the same question, but in a different context. Chase noticed, and gave him a glare that told him to cut it out, so he did so. Most of the pups responded to Ryder's question with a nod.

"Great! So, who's ready for breakfast?" asked Ryder.

The pups barked in joy, as they all followed Ryder into the kitchen awaiting their food. While they were making their way across the Lookout, Rocky went up and whispered into Chase's ear.

"This isn't over." He said, winking, and catching up with Zuma who was a bit ahead.

Chase frowned and sighed in disappointment, knowing that the other guys had caught onto him, and his secret wouldn't be a secret for much longer.