"Wow, I look different."
Marshall was admiring himself in front of a mirror, posing in different positions as if he was in a fire Pups' fashion contest.
The fire Pup wore an Army helmet, a fireproof vest and a monocle with a red lens. He gave a bark and a small firearm with multiple barrels, known as a Minigun, popped out of his new rugged Pup Pack. His new badge was a burning riot shield against two crossed police batons.
Marshall started drooling at the sleek deadliness of his image. Just then, he remembered the other Pups. They too, were dressed to kill. Or whatever dogs who wore these all the time did.
Rubble had put on a cumbersome bomb disposal helmet. His combat vest was more heavy-duty than his yellow construction one. His Pup Pack produced a pneumatic catapult with the ability to hurl non-lethal grenades at insane speeds. He too possessed the monocle but with a yellow reticule. His new badge was a frag grenade.
Skye's fighter pilot helmet seemed very advanced and high-tech, complete with rangefinders, target locaters and a pink visor. Her battle armor was light but tough and her new jetpack had dual ramjet engine and rocket pod. Her new badge was a cruise missile with angel wings.
Zuma had donned on an obstructing scuba mask and orange-lensed goggles. He wore a sleek wetsuit, outfitted with a futuristic scuba system. A high-pressure water cannon shaped like a shotgun perched on his shoulder. His new badge was a Navy frogman with a harpoon.
"Hey, wasn't I supposed to have that?" asked Marshall, eying Zuma's water cannon with envious eyes.
"Uh, no?" replied the water Pup, unsure of what to say.
Probably the deadliest of the team was Rocky. He wore an Army cap, sunglasses with green lenses and a ballistic vest holding multiple throwing knives, each capable of being launched with great accuracy by his two mechanical arms. His new badge was the black-and-yellow nuke symbol.
"Alright, Pups, are you ready for action?" shouted Rocky with the charisma of an auctioneer.
"Rocky, we don't have a plan yet." Skye interrupted, annoyed, "And we're not trained for Army ops."
"Of course we have a plan, Skye, I'm the plan." Marshall held out his Minigun and started pretending he was firing at bad guys, until he began to sway unsteadily and fell over, unable to get back up, "Oops, some help here, please? Guys?"
"Leave Marshall there so he won't cause any more troubles." Rocky ordered. "So what we do. Skye will drop us off at the roof. Marshall and Rubble will storm the hostage position from the left, which is Terminal 1, Hall 3, Door 10, while Zuma and I will take it from the right. While we engage the kidnappers, Skye will come in to rescue the Katie, Ryder and Chase."
"And what about my second question?" asked Skye again.
"Just wing it. These equipment are relatively easy to use, and best of all, they're super light! And lastly, for this mission and this mission only, we will no longer be known as the PAW Patrol. We are now Unit PAW. Hurrah?"
"Hurrah!" chanted Unit PAW, their morale now as high as a skyscraper.
"I'll go get my copter." stated Skye as she somersaulted down the slide.
"Everybody else, ready up quickly! We're going to go on a hunt."
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