Chapter 2: To Race… Or To Boogie...
After the departure of their great leader the pups contemplated what to do on their day off.
Race?
Go to the Park?
Snowboarding?
"Hey Rocky, you wanna race on the beach?" said Marshall
"Sure that sounds fun!"
"Ill go too it wont be fair without a referee." said the bulldog
"Hey Zuma, now we can finally finish our Pup Pup Boogie Dance Off without Captain Turbot interrupting it." said Chase
"Alright but, you're going down dude." replied the radical pup
Meanwhile on the beach Marshall and Rocky get ready for their race.
Both the pups stretch as Rubble watches with anticipation wondering who was going to win.
"On your bark get set…"
"GO!" barked Rubble at the top of his lungs.
The pups run down the hot sandy beach leaving a swirling sandstorm behind them.
Rocky gains the lead narrowly missing a very unhappy crab who Marshall was very familiar with. Marshall misses the crab as well, but trips over a partially buried toy pail. As he rolls down the beach he is gaining ground on Rocky then passes him to win the race.
"Marshall Wins!" said Rubble. "Good race Marshall but, you wont win next time." warns Rocky. "Wow! I really thought that Rocky would win." said Rubble to himself.
"Lets go back to the Lookout and see how Chase and Zuma are doing!" said the eager Dalmatian. Off they go running to the Lookout to join the rest of their friends.
Meanwhile at the Lookout Chase and Zuma are in their final round of Pup Pup Boogie with three wins a piece. Both the pups are tired but, they both want to win.
Zuma does some fancy "paw work" and gains the lead with 5000 points. Chase starts to slow down, his last two rounds have really tired him out but he didnt wanna quit. Then all of the sudden he heard his stomach make a gurgling sound "Uh Oh!" But he keeps going trailing only by 200 points. With one final push he jumps and lands only 100 points. Then his stomach gurgled again causing him to pass gas.
Zuma smelling this falls off the mat while holding his nose causing him to lose by 250 points. "Dude, what did you eat? It smells like eggs." said Zuma rubbing his nose.
"I dont know but, i did have some of Mr. Porters meatballs earlier." replied the now embarrassed pup. "I think my eyes are burning." said Zuma while rubbing his eyes. While talking Rocky and Marshall run into the Lookout. Marshall was right behind Rocky and Rocky was true to his word Marshall didnt win this time. Marshall then slipped on a rug causing him to spin making him dizzy. when he finally stops spinning the elevator door closes on half of him, not hurting him but holding him there. the elevator had an emergency feature that would keep the elevator on the ground floor without rising if someone happened to get stuck like Marshall just did.
"Rocky! Get me out of here!" said the stuck pup.
"Dont worry Marshall ill get you out." Rocky barks opening his "PupPack" revealing a small crowbar. While Rocky was trying to pry the elevator doors open the pressure was too much for the young dalmatian and he passes gas right in Rockys face.
"Eww Gross!" said Rocky as he freed Marshall from the elevator.
"I cant believe im saying this but i think i need a bath now."
Stay tuned for Chapter 3