A/N : Sorry. Been busy. I just started university. Enjoy.

Marshall and Rubble took a slow walk to the beach seeing as they had fifteen minutes before Sylvia said she would arrive with her friend. A friend who Marshall was still curious about. Like, what if she really didn't like tacos, or she's a lesbian. A million thoughts were running through the dalmatian's mind.

'Maybe Rubble knows.' He thought.

"Hey pal. Have you met this friend of Sylvia's before?"

Rubble shook his head. " Nope. Never. Only know that she's a girl who recently moved here with her owner."

"Oh. Thanks anyway. Can't wait to meet her." Marshall replied excitedly.

"Really?" Rubble asked as they just passed over the bridge.

"Yeah." the dalmatian answered. "Need to get my mind off a few things..." he said grimly.

Nonetheless, Rubble just nodded but wondered what was bothering his pal. Rubble knew that out of all the pups in his family, Marshall was never one to be down or grim. He was always the happy-go-lucky pup that made everyone laugh and smile.

He knew that Everest and Marshall broke up, but that was a couple months back. 'I'll ask him later.' Rubble thought to himself as they reached the beach. Sitting comfortably on the sand, they waited.

Five minutes later...

Rubble turned his head noticing the beautiful shepherd walking towards him with an unknown pup next to her.

"There she is." He said, happy to see his girl. He hugged her, spinning her around as she giggled.

"I missed you to, handsome." Sylvia said as he put her down.

Marshall was happy to see Rubble and Sylvia so happy. It reminded him of how things were before. When he was Ever-

"Oh my God..." his gaze moved pass the happy couple, onto the pup behind them. Marshall couldn't believe his eyes.

Standing there was a gorgeous golden retriever. Her fur was golden-brown, she had sparkly blue eyes and the cutest floppy ears that Marshall just wanted to nibble off.

"So who's your friend?" Rubble asked, not noticing the awestruck dalmatian behind him.

"Oh. Almost forgot. This is Sarah. My best friend from Hawk-Eye City." Sylvia introduced. "Nice to meet you Sarah." Rubble extended his paw to which she happily shook with her own.

"Yeah. Really nice..." Marshall said dreamily. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Well it's nice to meet you to Rubble and..." She trailed off looking at Marshall. He suddenly realised he hadn't introduced himself.

"Oh, I'm uh...I'm..."

"Marshall." Rubble whispered.

"Marshall!" He finished. Sarah giggled. "Well its nice to meet you Marshall." She extended a paw towards him. He gladly accepted, "The pleasure's all mine."

"Well, since we got you two well acquainted, I'm sure Marshall wouldn't mind showing Sarah the rest of Adventure bay." Rubble chimed as he and began to walk away.

"You're ditching me?" Sarah asked shocked. "You're in good paws. Trust me." She called over her shoulder.

Sarah just shook her head. "Don't worry. I'd love to show around Adventure bay." Marshall said more than happy to do so.

Sarah just smiled. "Thank you. So where to first?" She asked eagerly. "Wait. Not yet." Marshall said surprising the retriever.

"Why not?" She asked confused. "First let's make a bet." He said with a smirk. "A bet? What kind of bet?" She asked again.

"I bet you twenty bucks that I could take to a place that has the best tacos you've ever tasted. And I mean like ever." He continued to smirk. "Ha! Not by a long shot dally." She countered. "My owner's grandma makes the best tacos in the world."

"So I guess you have nothing to lose then." He said confidently.

"Fine. You're on." She extended her paw once more. He shook it.

"This way milady..." he said as he lead her off.

Little did Marshall know, how a little bet like this would change his whole life in ways he didn't know were possible...

Somewhere outside Adventure Bay...

"That's it. Tomorrow we attack! Or my pack and I will not assist you. We've been waiting too damn long!" the four legged figure shouted.

The other figure stood tall and spoke back, "It may not be the right time to do so-" but he was cut off. "What do you mean? They're one pup short, and you need our help. If not tomorrow then never. You decide..." he finished.

The taller figure sighed. "You're right. We've wasted enough time already. Tomorrow it is." The figure walked off.

"Tell me something Jax. What does that little labrador mean to you anyway?" The first figure asked.

Jax turned around. And his answer was simple and clear.

"Everything..."