Chapter 3: The Contest
The young cockapoo was really enjoying the cool autumn breeze through her fur as she was flying above Adventure Bay, just taking in the sights. Below her she could see Captain Turbot catching some fish. She also could see Alex and a friend building sandcastles on the beach. Mr. Porter was unloading his van with fruit and vegetables from Farmer Yumis. While flying over Big View Trail she heard a familiar screech. "Oh No! An eagle!" The mother eagle was too happy with Skye getting too close to her nest. Dodging in and out of the trees near Jakes Mountain Skye managed to lose the voracious raptor. After losing the eagle Skye takes a break on solid ground glad she was away from that eagle. She then barks opening her "Pup Pack" sprouting out a pair of wings. Thinking to herself "I wonder what the boys are up to?
Meanwhile at the Lookout.
Chase, Marshall, Rocky, Zuma, and Rubble were recapping the days events with the race and the dance off. When a certain smell hit their noses. The "emissions" from Chase and Marshall still in the air. The pups then have an idea. "A Farting Contest"
"A Farting Contest?" says the confused dalmatian. "Sure, We each take turns passing gas and see hows is the loudest and smelliest." said the young eco pup. Zuma was up first. The strain on his face was apparent. Contorting his face into weird shapes trying to muster up the best winning emission. He then finally releases one but it just sounds like someone letting air out of a tire. 2/2/2/2. Read the scores cards that Marshall, Chase, Rocky, and Rubble happened to have from their Pup Pup Boogie Dance Off the previous day.
Chase was next. But since he and Marshall had previously released their emissions it was hard for them to compete. While Marshall and Chase were forcing themselves to pass gas, Rubble steps outside. "I can seem to work anything up" he said. Then he remembered what Rocky said yesterday "Green Means Go!" It had nothing to do with his problem, but it worked. He quickly ran down to Mr. Porters restaurant. Upon reaching the establishment he found Mr. Porter unloading his van with various fruits and vegetables. The restaurateur noticed the bulldog and said "Hi Rubble, What can i do for you today?" Rubble whispered he "problem" to the moustached individual. With a smile on his face Mr. Porter says "I know something that will help." He comes back with a can of beans and some turnip greens. He puts them into a bowl and Rubble scarfs them up. Now full Rubble starts to run to the Lookout knowing it was almost his turn. When he reached the Lookout he saw Rockys Trampoline. "Hmm" Rubble starts jumping on the trampoline and hes starting to feel it working. He runs inside to see Rocky finishing his turn the room smelled of compost.
"Okay Rubble its your turn." said the tired police pup. "Okay" Rubble starts to contort his face, his stomach gurgled. "Good the vegetables are working" said Rubble to himself.
He then released his offending emission. Its sounded like someone sitting on a wet whoopie cushion. The room went quiet. Then Chase trying to keep in his laughter bursts out spit spraying everywhere. After the pups were through laughing. The score was in 10/10/10/10. A perfect score! They then heard the elevator door open and there stood Skye with disgusted look on her face.
"You boys are gross."
End of Chapter 3