A/N : Long wait. I know. Anyway. Bit of a slow chapter. Its more like the clam before the big storm. I've said too much. Enjoy…

Marshall hit the gas pedal as hard as he could. Tires spinning as he drove away from the hospital. He was fuming. He had never been so angry in his entire life. Not even the time he lost his favourite chew toy, was he this mad.

The girl he loved left him for his best friend. How else was he suppose to feel?

Driving as fast as he could, he made it home in lest than five minutes. Flying up the driveway, his tyres screeched as he braked hard, truck stopping perfectly in his parking space. Jumping out, he noticed Zuma and Skye making out in the middle of the yard on a blanket. All Marshall could think was, 'Get a room.' So he stomped his way over to the big oak in the middle of the yard and just sat. Too angry to care about anything.

If Marshall could get away with murder at this point, trust me, he would.

Everest on the other hand couldn't stop crying. The drive home was horrible. Every metre she drove away from Chase just became harder and harder.

He didn't deserve this. He did nothing wrong. Marshall misunderstood what happened, but she was too distraught to think straight.

Every fear that she had about Marshall finding out she was with Chase came true. So all she could do was drive home. Wondering if this mess would ever be fixed. Little did she know, it was about to get worse...

The lookout doors opened as a handsome bulldog stepped out. Rubble stretched his legs, taking in the fresh air. He was about to head to the beach.

He made his way passed Zuma and Skye who were still having their make out session. Rubble just rolled his eyes. He couldn't blame them. He and Sylvia were the same.

He then noticed somebody under the big oak. It was Marshall. "Hey buddy." Rubble greeted walking up to the spotted dalmatian.

"Hey." He sombrely greeted back still looking forward. Rubble found this strange. "Uhh, you ok pal?" He asked slight confused.

"Do I look ok to you?" Marshall answered quite rudely. Rubble was shocked.

"Well I guess not. Sorry for bothering you." He answered as he walked away.

Marshall groaned in annoyance but he knew that he had no right to take his anger out on Rubble.

"Rubble wait up!" he shouted making the bulldog stop. "I didn't mean to be so rude. I'm just not…not really in good mood right now. You were just concerned and I had no right to talk to you like that. I'm sorry pal."

Rubble smiled. He wasn't mad, but he was really impressed by Marshall's maturity. "It's ok. Thought I was annoying you."

"You never annoy me Rubble." Marshall replied with a smile. "So uh. You need anything?" He asked.

"Well, now that you mentioned it. I do kinda need a favour." Rubble answered, scratching the back of his head.

Marshall chuckled, "What is it?"

"Well you see, I'm suppose to meet Sylvia at the beach in about five minutes but she said she's bringing a good friend of hers who just moved into Adventure Bay." Rubble started.

"Okayyyy." Marshall said following along.

"I haven't seen Sylvia in a while and I want some alone time with her if you catch my drift." Rubble continued, giving Marshall a wink.

Marshall laughed. "Okay I see. Lemme guess, Sylvia's friend is a girl and you want me to wingman you. So you can have some naughty time with Sylvia."

"Yep. That's exactly what I need. So, you in?" Rubble asked, a grin on his face.

"Sure. Need to get my mind of some things and this will be perfect. Thanks pal. You really are a super-pup, you know." Marshall answered.

Rubble raised his paw as Marshall smacked it. " Anytime pal. Anytime." The bulldog reassured. "Come on. Let's go."

And the two were off. Marshall obviously had many questions roaming through his mind about Sylvia's friend.

Is she pretty?

Does she like tacos?

Is she a husky?

Is she an under-cover spy working for the CIA?

Does she like bananas?

Is she a serial killer?

Does she like shampoo?

All very valid questions. But little did the dalmatian know that this friend of Sylvia's was about to change not only his current mood, but his entire life in ways he never knew…