The pups ran away from the proclaimed "It-One". Tag was always a fun game for them if all else was boring. Radar was the unfortunate one, but this didn't' last long. Despite his tech-savvy nature he was actually a fast runner. But his stamina was in need of help. He could only run for so long before having to hid to gain some air. Marshall was the only one able to rival his speed. In fact, besides the time he ran out of air, he was the only one able to catch him. Eventually he had to quit do to the measure of running he was doing. Everest was present as well since she was getting board on the mountain.
"You can't catch me this time, Chase!" Marshall called out running like a thunderbolt.
"Well, I'm tailing you," Chase huffed.
Marshall had the best stamina too. Great combination-speed and stamina I mean-unless you're trying to race tot eh hospital which would set you up quite nicely if you were as carless as the unfortunate Dalmatian.
"Get him, Chase! Come on!" Skye cheered, "You're slower than usual!"
"Oh yea?" He changed targets as Marshall was coming around to her.
"Eek!"
She bolted but Chase had already had his top speed and caught her faster than she could say, "Doggone it."
"Got you," Chase ran off.
He too had excellent stamina. Of course, he and Marshall both exercised together as much as possible. Skye chased after Rocky who taunted her once in a while since her small legs weren't exactly what gave her the advantage to these running games. She dove at him but he was too quick for her.
"Missed me, sorry," He bolted again and passed up Rubble who became the next target.
"Ah, she's after me!" He screamed.
He ran as fast as his legs could take him, but he was probably the only one of the group she could catch.
"Your it," She took off and his behind a random house.
He didn't see where she took off and had to target Zuma. He took off not letting Rubble even have an inch of his bubble of personal space.
"Nu uh, not me, pal!"
Rubble ran harder and started catching up, but he was too fast. His target was Now Everest.
"Eek, no, someone help!" She laughed
He was just about to touch her when…
"Pups to the lookout!"
He stopped to a screeching halt and crashed into Radar.
"Ryder needs us!"
The pups raced to the elevator, "Ryder needs us!"
Radar tried to race over as well but Marshall tripped over him trying to get over there. He crashed into the elevator along with all the other pups.
"Hey guys,' He chuckled, "Was this a bad time to drop in?"
They laughed and Radar got in, "Sorry about that, doc."
"It's cool, I always seem to end up like this anyway," Marshall smiled.
In the first days of Radar's membership, Marshall was the first pup he made good friends with. He usually called him doc for his skills and the medal he earned that day for his deeds. It was supposed to be a major compliment for those in the field.
The elevator rose to the top and they hopped out in a line. Everest on the far side of Ryder's right and Radar to the far side of Ryder's left. Radar liked his knew apparel. He and Ryder worked together on his pup pack for Ryder to get a feel of Radar's skills. His vest was a black with two dark green satellite dishes on the sides sending out a sonar signal. His collar was also black but the radar on it was the same shade of green as the collar. His pack was a full metallic black with no green touch. It was complete with a headset that covered one ear that had a microphone.
"PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir," Chase saluted.
Ryder smiled and said, "Captain Turbot has called us in an emergency. He struck something under the water and it's slowly sinking his ship."
"Oh no," The pups mumbled.
"Rocky, you're going to help us patch it up," Ryder brought his tag up.
"What! Are you kidding? That's one giant bath tub out there!" He shouted.
Ryder eyed him.
"Huhhh, don't lose it reuse it," He said without amusement.
"Good, Zuma, I need you to help with towing him just in case if he can't get out. And I think Rocky will need a ride.
Rocky gulped.
"Let's dive in!" He cheered.
"Alright! PAW Patrol is on a roll!"
The two slid down the slide while Ryder went down his poll.
"So, what do we do?" Radar asked.
"We sometimes like to see the missions take place," Skye said watching the screen.
The three contacts turned on.
"Well, okay…"
There was silence as they watched the mission take place.
"Go fish?"
"Oh oh, I'll play!" Marshall raised his paw.
The rest of them did in that manner. Radar got a thing of cards and shuffled them, then laid them out.
X
Ryder, Rocky, and Zuma made it to Turbot's place and stopped.
"Alright, Rocky, do you have anything that could patch the ship?"
"Yea," He shuffled around in his truck, "Here it is."
"Good, bring your tools, too, just in case. Get a ride with Zuma, here we go!"
He drove down and turned his ATV to a jet ski. Zuma drove over to Turbot and let Rubble off. Ryder also boarded.
"Oh, thank goodness you're here. It's over here.
"Huh? It's not even letting any water in," Rocky said with a cocked eyebrow, "Wait, no water. Hah that's awesome. Welp, let's get this mission done, shall we?"
"That's not the only problem," Turbot stopped him, "My engine's just took a good breaking to my little, odd accident ."
Rocky sighed, "Never easy is it?"
"We'll get them fixed, Captain." Let's go, Rocky."
"'Kay," He sighed.
They got to fixing the whole. Zuma reclined in his seat and hummed to himself. He didn't' even notice the oversized fin passing behind him but the second time it came around got his attention.
"What was that?" HE asked hearing the water swish.
He shrugged but let himself be aware. He heard it again this time seeing one spipe of the fine.
"Uh," He clicked his collar, "Ryder, we may have a problem. The possibility of Turbot's damage was probably an alive one."
"Huh, that sounds odd. Just keep your eyes open," Ryder said in the com.
"Okay," Zuma said insecurely.
An idea hatched in his head, he clicked his collar again and asked, "Radar, could you monitor our position with you radary thingy stuff?"
"Sure," He replied jollily.
"I always wanted a good reason to try this," Radar said with excitement.
A green pad showed up on his left side with a miniature computer and a green screen that asked for an paw scan. The pack also opened with a miniature satellite that twirled and made a few mores code signals. The head set brought out an eye peace that flashed a few things for him. Radar used the paw scan and accessed a satellite that monitored their position. He used the touch screen of the computer to find Zuma's location and scanned for heat signatures.
"No, nothing except you guys," Radar smiled, "I love this thing. Ryder is so cool."
"Yea yea, but are you sure? Try checking something to detect fish or… big… monstrous… things…"
"I don't think that exists but I'll do my… best… Uh, Zuma, something big did just show up."
"What? Oh your messing with me, aren't you?"
"Uh no, ZUma, you guys need to… hurry up. Wow that's huge," Radar said with a gulp.
The rest of the gang joined in to see what he was talking about.
"Oh man," Chase widened his eyes.
"Zuma, alert Ryder, if that thing is after you have to get out of there!" Skye screamed.
"Okay," He said quickly, "Ryder, we got to move!"
"What? Why?"
"Big, signature, things its…"
A shadow over looked them. Zuma turned around. Captain saw it too.
"That's a very big fish," Ryder gulped.
The hole was patched but the Flounder wasn't ready to move. Ryder acted quickly and threw a rope to Turbot. Zuma got the hint and threw on to Rocky. They tied them down and Ryder gave the shout.
"STEP ON IT!"
The two hit the accelerators to the floor or as far as they could go and zoomed off. The big fish landed and gave them a boost but it didn't last long. It was after them.
"Come on, the Flounder needs to move! Why can't we help them by using its engines?"
"Because they're done in, weren't you listening?" Turbot said back.
"Oh great," Rocky sighed.
He still had his tools. He nodded and grabbed them.
"Let's fix it then."
They ran to it and started working immediately. The propellers were broken off. Nothing was wrong with the engine. Rocky looked for something to replace them. Incidentally he had replacement propellers.
"What were the chances of that happening?" Rocky laughed.
"Way to go, Rocky, ya rascal," Turbot pet him roughly.
"Thanks," Rokcy smiled, "Get the engine started when I say."
Turbot ran for it as Rocky finished replacing the propellers.
"Now!"
The engine ran perfectly and Turbot pushed it to its max. The group got a lot faster. Just in time too. The giant fish was gaining.
"We'll have to go out in open water!" Ryder shouted.
"Right behind you!" Zuma saluted.
They stepped on it and noticed a few rocks ahead.
"Turn right!"
They did.
"Turn left!"
They… almost did.
"Turn another right!"
They did but skimmed another rock. The giant fish was hitting each of them. But they weren't entirely aware of where they were going… or how far.
"We have to go faster, we need to lose it!" Ryder shouted.
"Captain, do you have anything we could lift off the boat?" Rocky asked.
"I'm not throwing Wally off to that thing!" He replied, "But otherwise I don't' have anything else!"
Rocky looked around. The anchor!
"What about that anchor on board?" He asked.
"Good thinking," Turbot agreed. They cut the chain and lift it but tried to balance so they wouldn't drop it.
"Alright, on three," Rocky said.
"Right behind ya," Captain turbot gave a thumbs up.
"Alright, one, two…"
The creature got closer.
"Wait."
It was almost there.
"Three!"
The threw it and it bashed into the giant fish which stopped entirely and sank in pain.
"Whew, we did it," rocky sighed.
Then there was sputtering. They turned and saw the engine. It proofed out black soot at them. They coughed and dreaded the moment. The fish could come at any moment.
"Did you… forget to bring extra gas by any chance?" Rocky asked.
"Hah! Me? Well as a captain it is my responsibility to be prepared for such moments.!"
"And were you?" Rocky asked, wagging his tale.
"No," Turbot hung his body.
Rocky dropped his tale. Ryder and Zuma stopped too.
"Uh oh," Zuma said looking at his fuel gage.
Ryder looked at his: empty.
"Man," He beat it.
He took out his pad and tried to call the Lookout. It was static. He tried Radar personally. Nothing. He looked around and noticed where they were. Adventure island was nowhere to be seen.
"Uh oh," He rubbed his face ,"Rocky, pull me and Zuma aboard!"
Rocky and Turbot got to it immediately. They didn't know where they were and they had no gas. They were stranded. Ryder knew this, but they weren't going to like the news.
X
"What do you mean you lost contact?" Chase asked.
"I mean they reached a dark zone in the ocean!" Radar replied for the millionth time.
"What is a dark zone?" Rubble asked.
"A stupid place where you can't get contact whatsoever! Now everyone close your peepholes!" It was silent.
Radar tried situating something to get contact.
"Shoot, I can't seem to see them either. The satellites don't' clear that area."
"Well, we have to do something," Skye said in worry, "This can't be happening again!"
"Yea, it was bad enough when we were stuck," Rubble whined.
"We had better ways to communicate with you then," Radar sighed, "I can outsmart rock; rock doesn't even have a brain! Ocean? Ocean has many brains, all swimming around and causing trouble, eating each other, and maybe chewing on anything to send signals out so you can communicate to people. I can't do anything about that."
"So you can't track them in any way?" Everest asked.
"Not even a scent is left from them," Radar shook his head, "If I can something to send a signal over there I can find them no sweat. But otherwise… we don't know where they are."
"I can scout around and see if I can find any traces," Skye piped up.
"Bad idea, we'll need to get Jake. He'll make a plan, I'm sure. He helped you guys before, right?"
"Yea, he has a point," Marshall agreed, "Let's call Jake."
"Then Here we go," Chase nodded at radar.
"Jake this is Radar, over."
X
"Do you see anything Wally!?" Yelled Turbot.
Wally swam up and shook his head.
"Wally says we lost it. Yipee!" Turbot celebrated.
"That's about as good as news gets for now," Zuma sighed, "I could use my diving gear to get me back and we can come back for you."
"Sure, but do you know which way to go?" Ryder asked.
"That's easy," Zuma smiled, "I'll have to go… um… that… no, tha… heh heh… Well let me just get my map and compass.
"You have a map and compass? Way to go, PAW Patrol," Turbot cheered.
"Yea just… give me a sec… Here's… the map," Zuma help it up for Ryder to reach.
"And here's…. here's…. uh, on sec," Zuma chuckled nervously.
"My compass! It's gone!" Zuma shouted in horror.
"Oh dear," Turbot rubbed his left arm.
"That's okay, Zuma, we can find out by the sun. Remember, it goes east to west," Ryder smiled.
"But which is which?" Rocky asked.
"Like I said, east to west," Ryder smiled, "It rises from the east, drops form the west."
"Tell that to the clouds covering it up," Rocky said dropping his ears, "More water, great."
Ryder sighed too seeing that the clouds were blocking the sun.
"Well, this isn't good. Don't' worry, I'm sure the gang is working it out at home."
The pups, Ryder, Turbot, and Wally all looked at the unanimous direction as if to look at home. They had hope in their eyes that they were working it out now. Faith grew knowing that Radar's skills might prove useful again.
X
Radar tapped a few keys and regretted it as soon as he found the results, "Shucks."
"What is it?" Chase asked.
"Climate's skyrocketing. They're going to have motion sickness in the worst case tonight," Radar sighed.
Marshall walked in and asked, "And we don't' have any way to warn them."
"I'll do my best but that storm is probably going to stop any of my attempts. I've got to go to my truck, this is too weak."
"I'll come with you," Marshall volunteered.
Radar and Marshall went down the elevator and stopped.
"What is that?" Marshall asked.
They walked over to the things that peeked their interest.
"Zuma's compass," Radar sighed, "Now we know there lost."
Marshall took it and shook his head. He followed Radar in his truck.
"Wow, this is bigger than mine," Marshall admired.
"Yea, well, I need to catch my signals," Radar chuckled.
He got on a computer and started clicking the keys.
"Okay, so, we have no way of communicating with them, they're about to have a serious storm that could very well make them sick, and they are lost. Those are some nice things to know. Let's see if we can find a way to track them in their steps."
He saved their last location but that may not do. There was no knowing how far they were out there.
"So, should we check their last known location?" Marshall asked.
"Well, doc, if was that easy then I would have said it was a good idea instead of calling Jake. Speaking of which, where is he?"
"He's on his way," Marshall replied.
Marshall thought hard of a solution. Chase came in.
"Sorry to interrupt. Jake's here."
Jake peaked his head in, "Hey dudes. Wow, Radar, nice truck."
"Thanks, Jake. We need your help again. Do you know anything about ocean rescues?"
"Can't say I do," Jake shrugged, "I don't go out of the ocean very often."
Radar scratched and twirled in his chair.
"We'll just gave to but head then."
X
Everyone stared at the map.
"I can't believe that I left my compass. I could have sworn I kept it in my pup house," Zuma groaned.
"It's not your fault, Zuma," Ryder comforted.
Rocky jumped at the thunder, "I think it's about to rain."
Turbot opened his boat door and called, "Hey, you'd better come in. It's about to get super soaked and wobbly. Wouldn't want you out here in that."
They grabbed the map and ran inside.
"Any luck on figuring out where we got lost?" Turbot asked with high hopes.
They were silent.
"Alright then, squid jerky?" he offered.
"No thanks, were not quite hungry, " Ryder replied.
Ryder laid out his map and took out his pad.
"Maybe I can make my pup pad download a compass perhaps I could create one. Do you have any magnets?"
Turbot shook his head and chewed on some of the jerky and replied, "Nope, sorry."
"Paperclips?"
"Hmm mm."
Ryder scratched his head and tried to do something with this pad but there wasn't much there to work with.
"Well, creating one is going to be hard without the sun. I guess we'll just have to wait."
Rocky looked at Zuma, "Do you think we'll make it?"
"If this storm doesn't sink us: yes," Zuma replied.
"And if it does?" Rocky shivered.
"Then I would have learned how to swim and no."
Rocky groaned and laid down.
"Try to get some rest, and don't mind the storm, pups. We'll get rescued tomorrow," Ryder smiled.
They smiled back and found a good place to rest. The boat was beginning to rock and the storm was starting up.
"Night pups," Ryder said.
"Night," They replied.
"Good night, Captain Turbot."
"Good night, Ryder," Turbot replied but fell right to sleep with Wally.
"Pft, look at that, they're so used to the ocean they get knocked right out," Rocky sighed.
Zuma shrugged, "That's the advantage of the water life."
He yawned and stretched, "Goodnight, Rocky."
"What? You too? Oww," Rocky dropped his head on his paws and muttered to himself.
"Heh, I guess it's just you and me then, huh Rocky?" Ryder smiled, "Come on."
Rocky walked over and hopped onto his owner's chest. Ryder pet Rocky as he slowly drifted. Soon enough they both were beginning to get tired. The rocking was more relaxing than it probably was supposed to. The thundering, however, was a loud voice that needed to shut up. Deep down, Ryder knew his pups were trying to find a way to find them and get them home, but thinking they weren't wasn't the problem. The problem was if they would. He didn't want their rescue team to die out and become a legend. He was sure there was so many more people who would need their help. But, there was nothing he could do. He made a mental note to always keep a map and compass with him at all times if he made it through. Moments like this needed to be avoided. There was probably a ton of things he needed to change. Equipment and supply checks were one of them. Ryder closed his eyes and sworn to never let a moment like this take them unprepared again.
X
Marshall watched Radar's screen. Radar was walking out around town to use a ping system that might find Ryder and the two missing pup's location.
"Anything?" Radar asked.
Marshall shook his head, "Nope, nothing. They must be really far out."
Radar sighed on the com and replied, "Alright, I'm coming back; I don't we'll find them today, doc."
Marshall nodded and said, "I'm turning off the monitor."
"Go ahead, " Radar nodded.
Marshall pressed a button and the map disappeared. He sighed and leaned back in the chair.
"Marshall, have we found anything?" Chase asked.
"No, not yet," Marshall replied.
Marshall stepped out and sighed, hanging his head above the ground.
"We'll find them; don't worry," Chase put a paw on his shoulder.
"I know," Marshall nodded, "It's not finding them that scares me it's what condition. I've seen a lot of different kinds and, believe me, I know the ones you can't recover from. I only hope tomorrow will ease up for them but stay cloudy. The sun in the ocean is as killer as the desert."
Chase nodded and looked at the same direction Marshall was. He could see Skye crying under the tree, while lookout out at the waters.
"If it's condition were talking about, I'm more worried about the team," Said Chase.
Marshall looked at his meaning and agreed, "Yea, I'd hate for everyone's spirit to be down all the time. Then who could we save?"
"If we don't find them; I don't think we'll be doing any saving," Chase hung his head.
The entire team seemed depressed. Radar probably felt hopeless, Rubble tossed a ball pack and forth with his paw, Skye cried under a tree, alone, and Everest was at the beach with Jake comforting her.
"We should talk to them, encourage them, you know? It's what we have to do as the eldest members," Chase said, "It might be good that they see were not giving up."
"Good idea," Marshall nodded.
Marshall went for Rubble since he didn't have anyone to talk to and Chase went for Skye since she was alone too. Chase approached and stayed quite at first. He laid down at the grass next to her and still didn't say anything. She sniffled and looked at him.
"Sorry, I just want to sit here for a while," He smiled at her.
She smiled and replied, "Be my guest."
"Worried about them?" Chase asked.
Skye nodded and tried not to sob.
"We'll find them. Tomorrow, I promise," Chase said leaning close so she could understand she wasn't alone.
"But we didn't find you in two days," She cried.
"Yes, you did," He smiled, his chance had come, "We were stuck, you knew exactly where we were, though."
Skye looked down.
"Finding people is the easy part of the mission. Getting them out is what's hard. But it's easy to get a drifting boat out of the ocean. Radar will locate them, and we'll get them out. Jake might figure something out. We have more odds of finding them than you think."
Skye wiped her nose and eyes and smiled, "Thanks Chase."
He smiled back and nodded, "Sure."
X X X
Marshall stopped the bal before it traveled too far away from Rubble.
"Can I join?" He smiled.
"Sure," Rubble replied dully.
Marshall walked away some with the ball but tripped over a tree root and sent himself on the ball and started to roll around he ended up running straight into a branch and seeing stars. Rubble tried not to laugh but he had to.
That was easy, Marshall smiled, "I'm okay!"
Rubble ran over and helped him up.
"You've got to be more careful, Marshall," Rubble giggled.
"Yea, okay," Marshall wobbled, "So, you okay now? You looked a little sad while I was watching ya."
Rubble slumped and replied, "Yea, I'm worried about Ryder, Zuma, and Rocky. We can't be PAW Patrol without them."
Marshall nodded, "Yea, I know. But we don't have to worry about that. We'll find them."
Marshall didn't even bother to mention condition. He knew Rubble wasn't as tough natured as Chase, and he never promised they'd find them alive. Rubble would catch that.
"You think so?" Rubble asked.
"Yea, in fact, the probability is a lot higher than not," Marshall bluffed, "Rubble, Ryder wouldn't want us to give up hope, and her certainly wouldn't want us to stop rescuing people. So if we don't; we should keep being PAW Patrol. In honor of them."
Rubble nodded and wiped his crying residue off, "Okay, your right, Marshall."
Marshall smiled.
"For them," Rubble straightened up, "I've got to be strong, for them."
"That's it," Marshall pat his back, "I've got to check with Radar now. You should just relax for today. We'll pick it back up tomorrow."
Rubble nodded, "Okay."
Marshall saw Radar returning from his walk. He walked to Radar but stopped a few steps seeing that Everest wasn't getting any better. He looked at the two trying to weigh his decisions.
"It looks like Jake needs help," Chase said behind him, "I'd go and talk to her, but I need to check with Radar. Go for me would ya?"
Chase walked away without Marshall's confirmation. Everest won. He walked down the beach and cleared his throat.
"Hey, mind that I join…"
He accidentally stepped on something that flew up and smacked him straight in the face. He covered his nose and stepped back. Something use was under his feet and flipped up getting the back of his head. He rolled forward and his face was again assaulted by a plastic shovel. He stopped moving and fell where he was, but incidentally hit a bucket which flipped over and landed nicely on his muzzle. Everest and Jake saw the whole thing and laughed unashamedly.
"I'm okay," Marshall groaned.
He sneezed the bucket off because of the sand tickling his nose, but the bucket flew back down and hit his head. He was too scared to move.
"Are you okay now there, dude?" Jake laughed.
"Yea," Marshall replied, "I think I might have angered mother nature though."
Everest walked over and stood over Marshall. He saw her upside-down and chuckled nervously.
"I feel something soft under my back."
"You're on a sand castle," She giggled.
"What?!"
Marshall flew right off and stared at his destroyed creation.
"Aw, I worked hard on that."
Everest giggled. Marshall realized the destruction was well worth it.
"Well, at least it cheered you up."
"Jake, can you come over here?" Radar asked.
"See ya, dudes, gotta go," He got up and dust off the sand.
Everest and Marshall were left alone to talk.
"The water is beautiful isn't it?" Everest asked.
"Yea, but sometime I like it better when its frozen," Marshall replied, "Then I can make a waterslide and we have more fun that way."
"Yea," Everest agreed, "I thinks so too."
Marshall sighed and listened to the waves, "But, you know, I'm glad that it doesn't say that way. The waves are a good thing to listen to when I need to think. You should try it. Just close your eyes and take a deep breath… and listen."
Everest closed her eyes; she could hear the waves. She took a deep breath; and she could smell the water. The combination felt nice. Everest smiled as her mind cleared and the depression left. Marshall did the same and smiled.
"Okay, now follow me," Marshall led her out to the shoreline and the water touched their paws.
"Brr, it feels like ice water," Everest shivered.
"It's okay, just adjust and wait," Marshall smiled.
She did and the water felt a tad warmer.
"There, now repeat why I said before."
She did and the experience was far more stimulating. She moaned and relaxed. Marshall sighed and the two stood there, just listening to the waves, feeling the water; breathing the air. It was very refreshing.
"Marshall."
Marshall didn't' stop and replied, "Yes?"
"Thank you."
Marshall smiled and looked at her. She was staring at him.
"What are friends for?" Marshall turned and began to leave, "I'll leave so you can have some time alone."
She stopped him, "No wait, stay here. It's easier when a friend is around."
He shrugged and replied, "Okay, sure."
She relaxed again and sighed. Marshall watched her but looked back out the horizon beyond the bridge.
"We'll find them," He told himself, "We have to."
X
In the morning Rocky was the first up. The storm had subsided but that didn't stop his sick feeling.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," He groaned. He raced out of the boat and vomited over the side.
"You okay there, Rocky?" Zuma asked.
"Huh where are you?" Rocky asked, looking around.
"Down here," He called.
Rocky slowly looked down and saw a heavily breathing Zuma. It looked like the regurgitation barely missed him.
"Sorry," Rocky chuckled.
"No worries, at least it didn't get me," Zuma smiled.
He was digging through his hovercraft for some reason.
"What are you doing?" Rocky asked.
"I'm seeing if I got any food from my emergency stash here. Here we are."
He pulled out a green packet and hopped back into the boat and smacked his lips, "It tastes like wood but at least it won't be affected by your seasickness."
Zuma handed him a piece which Rocky took gladly. He was right, it tasted like wood, but it was the best wood he ever had in his life."
"Yea, that hits the spot," Rocky sighed.
Ryder stepped out and looked above. The sun was blazing with medium clouds. Good day for the beach, but in the ocean? Not so much.
"Hmm, its seems to be about nine," Ryder said, "Good morning, guys, sleep well?"
"I slept nicely," Zuma replied.
"I thought we sunk," Rocky chuckled, "I'm glad it was just a nightmare."
Captain Turbot came out yawing and stretching, "Morning, PAW Patrol."
"Good morning, Captain Turbot," The all replied.
"Sleep well, Captain?" Zuma asked.
"Well, I have a few cricks here in there but I feel great otherwise. What's for breakfast?"
Zuma and Rocky looked at each other.
"Uh, I have this bread," Zuma smiled.
"Ooh, that looks tasty," Turbot smiled.
He took a piece given and ate it, "Hmm, tastes like wood."
Ryder tried it and added, "Well, wood just became my favorite flavor. Alright, we now that the sun is out we can see if we can locate where we are."
"That might be a problem, Ryder. We mostly likely relocated when we were sleeping. Who knows how long we've been taken which ever direction?"
Ryder thought a moment, "That's a good point, Zuma."
Ryder went back inside to look at the map and came back out at the sun, "But we can at least get a sense of direction."
He found north and pointed at it. The map was back in front of him. He looked around the ocean to see if there was anything to mark their location, but nothing helpful was present. A map and a sense of direction was helpful, but a landmark wouldn't have been too much to ask, hopefully. Rocky didn't want to be around the water anymore so he went back inside. Zuma followed.
"Dude, this place is kind of a mess," Rocky sighed.
"Yea, but boats are like that aren't they?" Zuma asked.
"You're asking me?" Rocky asked.
"You're asking me if you're asking you? No, dude, I was seeing if we were on the same boat. Heh, no pun intended. You were supposed to agree with me, It was a rhetorical question."
Rocky rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Uh, not pun intended."
"Hah, it was a good one though," Zuma laughed.
"Yea, I guess it was," Rocky smiled.
The laughed together until a snap was heard. A bunch of metal landed on Zuma. He groaned and was thankful for his helmet.
"Are you okay?" Rocky asked.
Zuma stoop up and replied, "I've been better."
On top of his helmet was a bar that got stuff and a spinning sheet of bent metal. Rocky froze and laughed.
"You look hilarious right now!" He shouted.
"Aw, gee, why don't you help a friend out instead of laugh at him?" Zuma asked.
"Sure… wait…," And idea was beginning to form in Rocky's head.
"Are you alright, there, mate?" Zuma asked.
Rocky examined all the metal and the things around him. He felt something coming together.
"Dude, I could…"
His mind was swirling with ideas. In that room there was a million things he could create. A generator? A windmill? Maybe a new engine and a generator! No, none of those would do. His final idea came in.
"Dude! I could make a satellite!" Rocky screamed.
"What?!" Zuma asked, "You'd better not be messing with me!"
"No, really, I could!" Rocky exclaimed with laugher.
He didn't' wait any time getting all the metal and gathering them in piles.
"If I do this right, I could send a signal for Radar to track and he could send help. Maybe even get us to communicate!"
"But how long will that take?" Zuma asked curiously.
"Long enough. Half the day if I have everything. Go to turbot and ask him if he has a anything like a big battery. I don't' want to have to make one myself."
"You got it, buddy," Zuma replied excitedly.
He charged out the door and ran into Wally, "Oops, sorry. Captain Turbot! Other than gas does this thing have any other fueling source?"
Turbot replied positively, "Why, sure. How else do I get my lighting and all?"
Zuma shouted excitedly, "Whoo hoo, we need it!"
Ryder tried to get Zuma to calm down so he could ask why Zuma was so excited, "Zuma! Zuma! What are you and Rocky doing?"
"Rocky and I found some scrap metal and he found just enough parts to make a satellite. We could send signals for radar to track and he could find us. We need the Flounder's battery to power it!"
"Say no more, I'll get it!" Turbot raced to the battery's location.
"Nice work," Ryder pet Zuma.
"It was all Rocky, sir," Zuma smiled.
Rocky got the rough model out and Wally and Zuma helped get the rest of the scrap metal for him to finish his work. If they finished it inside then there would be no getting it out. Ryder helped him and Turbot came with the battery.
"Okay, we just need some copper wire," Rocky blew out.
"Here, use the wire in my collar," Zuma sacrificed his collar.
"Good pup, Zuma," Ryder smiled.
Zuma smiled back and Rocky used the little wire that was there and transferred it to the makeshift satellite.
"Now, to make the signal I'm going to need to use my collar and try to call someone," Rocky took off his collar and opened it rewiring it to the satellite.
"Alright, let's hope this works," Rocky sighed.
He flipped the switch and turned on his collar. The satellite began to spin and make a few sounds that made the group insecure, but Rocky knew it would stay together.
"Radar, Radar, are you there?" Ryder tried.
X
Radar was fast asleep in his truck when he heard something on his computer.
"What is that?" He groaned getting up.
He checked it and what he saw surprised him. The black zone turned grey. That was enough for him to clear the signal and pinpoint Ryder! He got on the coms and called for everyone to come to his truck. He immediately began to clear up the signal and the best sounding static to ever exist came thought with a…
"Radar, are you there?"
X
Ryder tried again, "Radar, come in."
"I hear you, boss!" Radar suddenly shouted in HD perfection.
The pups celebrated as they heard Radar shout in excitement, "Contact, I have contact! PAW Patrol, we found them!"
"Radar, it's great to hear from you," Ryder smiled.
"Boy, am I glad to hear from you too, boss," Radar laughed.
The rest of the group could be heard crowding his computer.
"Ryder we were so worried!" Skye shouted.
"Ryder, your alive!" Rubble cried.
"Zuma, Rocky, are you there?" Marshall asked.
"Were here!" They replied.
"You guys are okay!" Chase exclaimed.
"Yea, but we need help," Ryder replied, "Were out of gas."
"Say no more, Ryder, dude, were on our way!" Jake exclaimed, "Let's go everyone, were on our way!"
They excited the van and ran to get rent a beat with a long enough fuel span to get there and back.
"I'll monitor your location and where they are," Radar called.
A group of fisherman were more than happy to help for free. They boarded and headed out for sea. Radar said directions to Marshall who repeated them to the fisherman steering. Soon, they could see the Flounder and Ryder and Zuma's vehicles. They brought some gas for all the vehicles to make it back. By the end of the day, Rocky was kissing the sand.
"Land! Glorious land!" He cried.
The pups laughed at him. They were home with everyone in good shape and together. They thanked the fishermen and returned to the Lookout. Radar was there to greet them.
"Welcome back, boss. Rocky, you genius, you made a satellite didn't you?" Laughed Radar.
"Yup, couldn't have done it without their help though. But thanks for the tip of using collars to make signals."
"Heh, no problem, brother," Radar laughed.
They did a secret handshake and returned to Ryder.
"Well, everyone, it's good to be back," Ryder smiled, "But I really think we're going to need baths."
Rocky gulped, "What?!"
"Sorry, Rocky, but some things can't be avoided. You have to get wet one day or another," Ryder laughed.
"Aw," rocky slumped over and the everyone laughed at him.
On the bright side, they were home and no longer out there. Supposedly, the bath was worth it. It was better than being stuck out I the ocean after all.
