The pups sat in depression as they headed to where they would live for the next little while.
"I promise you, pups. Things will get better. Once you're old enough to be able to return home, you can resume your duties in the Paw Patrol," Joey said.
"Things won't be the same without Ryder," Chase said.
"Leaving Adventure Bay is just icing on the cake. Ryder's death is what's dragging all of us down," Rocky said.
Joey didn't want to make the pups more upset, so he stayed quiet. Zuma and Skye hadn't stopped crying since they had left Adventure Bay. For almost an hour, they were crying into each other's fur. Marshall hadn't taken his face out of Rocky's fur either. Eventually, the Suburban pulled into the driveway of Joey's house, and each pup got out.
"Here we are. Your temporary home."
"It's not going to bring Ryder back," Skye said.
"I know… If I had the power to I would."
Joey and the pups walked into the house.
"It's a four bedroom house, so there has to be two in each room. There's one shared bathroom upstairs, but there's one in my room, and one down here. The kitchen is there, there's plenty of dog food and treats, go ahead and take whatever you want."
Rubble went right in and found a bag of chips.
"That's human food, but I guess you can have some."
Joey brought the pups upstairs.
"Go ahead and pick a room. They're all pretty much the same. There can be three of you in a room, all six of you, or split it evenly. It doesn't matter to me."
Rocky and Marshall went into a room, Zuma and Skye went into another, then Chase and Rubble occupied the last. They each unpacked their bags, then set up however they wanted their rooms. That night eventually came. It was a slow night. Not any slower than it's been, however.
"Are you awake, Rocky?" Marshall asked.
"Yeah, I'm awake."
"How long do you think we have to be here for?"
"Only until Chase is old enough. Since he's the oldest, he can probably take custody of us once he can live on his own."
"I don't want to be here, but I don't want to go back to Adventure Bay without Ryder."
"We'll have to find a way to go around this. Ryder wouldn't want us to suffer forever."
Zuma and Skye were having a similar conversation.
"Things won't be the same. I won't be able to eat tweats the same way again," Zuma said.
"I don't want to live," Skye said.
Zuma and Skye cuddled up next to each other.
"If the six of us stay together, we'll be able to manage."
Chase was trying to sleep, but Rubble was watching Apollo the Superpup. It was the only thing that would make him feel better. Chase couldn't stand the TV going while he was trying to sleep.
"Rubble, can you go watch that somewhere else?"
"Like where?"
"Maybe with the other pups."
Rubble got up and joined Zuma and Skye. Chase had the room to himself. The next day passed, with each pup able to somewhat play again. Joey didn't know what to do with each pup's lack of motivation. The next night came, and Rubble was with Zuma and Skye, and Chase was alone again.
"I'm not gonna let this be the end," Chase said, "There's no way Ryder just fell down that cliff. There has to be more to this!"
He got out of his bed and started pacing around.
"What if… one of the pups killed him… and is masking this flawlessly? What if… Oh I have to get this out!"
Chase woke up Rocky and Marshall, and the three of them met in the room with Zuma, Skye, and Rubble.
"Alright pups, I brought you in here because we're going to find the mystery behind Ryder's death!"
"He fell to his death. There's no doubt of that," Marshall said.
"I'm not doubting his cause of death. I'm doubting what caused his fall. He didn't just fall on his own. That's not Ryder."
"No one was up there. Only Skye could've seen anything up there. She didn't see anyone," Rocky said.
"I wasn't looking where Ryder was. If I was… we could've…" Skye broke down.
This wasn't Chase's intentions, "I'm sorry Skye. I didn't mean to get you to start crying. I just want the guilty party to admit their wrong."
"What do you mean by that?" Rubble asked.
"I really hope I'm wrong, but I have a feeling one of you are involved, and are masking it really well."
Every pup became hurt by that. None of them had anything to do with Ryder's death other than not making sure he was ok.
"If any of you are guilty, just do us all a favor and fess up. That's all we want."
Each pup started scolding Chase. Chase knew immediately his theory was wrong.
"Alright, none of us are responsible. But that's not good enough for me. I know for a fact Ryder's death wasn't an accident."
"It's done Chase. Fowget it," Zuma said.
"It's not done. In fact, it's just begun. We're going to investigate this!"
None of the pups were following Chase.
"We have nowhere to start. We have no way to get around, and there's no way Joey will let us go and leave like that."
"Pups, there's six of us. For years, we've made such a good team. Three of us are capable of driving a truck on the street. I see Joey's Suburban, I see keys to that Suburban downstairs, and Adventure Bay is an hour away!"
"Are you saying steal a car to go investigate something you have no proof of!?" Rocky asked.
"If you pups truly miss Ryder and want to know what caused his death and made our lives miserable, you'll join me!"
"I'll go. Wyder meant way to much to all of us," Zuma said.
"If he's in, I'm in," Skye said.
Rocky shook his head in disbelief that he was about to make this idiotic decision, "Count me in. I'm just as dedicated as everyone else."
Marshall and Rubble didn't want to get in trouble, but they also both wanted to join the pups.
"Come on, you two. It's do or die," Chase said.
"I trust you, Chase, I'm going," Rubble said.
"Whaaa!? I don't want to be the only one left behind! I'm going!" Marshal said.
"Smart choice pups. Now let's leave Joey an apology note."
The pups went downstairs, and Chase left Joey a note, Joey, I'm sorry we're doing this. We can't stand being in mystery about what happened to Ryder. We're heading back to Adventure Bay to investigate Ryder's death. We have no other way to get there, so we have to use your Suburban. Me, Rocky, and Marshall each have Class A driver's licenses, so we are certified to drive a road vehicle. I'm sorry about having to steal your car, but it's the only way. We'll keep in touch, Chase.
"Alright, pups, let's head out!"
The pups packed into the Suburban once more, then headed to Adventure Bay in Joey's Suburban. Chase knew his way back. It was still night by the time they got back to Adventure Bay. They had to hurry through and go to the lookout unnoticed so no one would know they escaped and stole a vehicle while they were at it. All the circuit breakers on lookout were off, and there were automatic lights on it, they had to navigate through with no power.
They each got their pup packs, all their gear, then found the keys to their trucks. Since they put their tags in with Ryder, they had to use the GPS call feature on each of their trucks to communicate. They parked Joey's Suburban in front of the lookout, then offroaded away from the lookout. They couldn't go through Adventure Bay and risk getting spotted. The sun was starting to come up as they got to the spot Ryder fell.
Joey woke up to check on the pups. Doing that, he discovered every room being empty.
"Pups? Where are you!?"
He checked everywhere in the house, but they were nowhere to be found.
"I'm not playing! I'm starting to get worried! If you're here please come out!"
He knew they weren't there. He immediately dialed up Mayor Goodway.
"Hey Joey… it's early, what's going on?"
"Mayor! The pups aren't here! They got out during the night! I don't know where they went!"
"What!? You mean the pups ran away!?"
"I gotta look for them! I don't know where they could've went! Adventure Bay is too far away!"
Joey ran outside to see the Suburban gone. He didn't piece it together, because he didn't think about the fact that these pups could drive.
"My Suburban is gone! What if they got kidnapped!?"
"I'm going to send out a code red! We'll search with you!"
"Thanks Mayor Goodway!"
Joey ran around, panicked. He eventually found the note Chase left. He read it, and it made a lot of sense. It just made him more worried and a little angered. He was about to call Mayor Goodway, but he was getting a call from her.
"Joey! Your Suburban is front of the Paw Patrol's lookout, and all the pup's vehicles are gone!"
"Yup, I just found Chase's note. He's so apologetic about stealing my Suburban, but I don't think he knows I have another car."
"I'm afraid the pups might do something crazy!"
"I know what their intentions are. I'll be there in an hour."
Joey hurried up and headed out to Adventure Bay in his 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner.
The pups couldn't stand the sight of the place Ryder's life ended, but they had to deal with it. Within seconds, Chase picked up a smell.
"Ryder wasn't alone. If…"
Chase found traces of Ryder's blood. Something happened before he fell down the cliff.
"Marshall, was there any signs of a wound not from a fall?"
"I didn't do an autopsy. It isn't my job."
"You're a medical expert, though. Ryder has blood right here. He was hit before he fell. There's someone else's scent here… Pups… Ryder was murdered."
All the pups flipped out, completely shocked.
"Someone really does hate us." "Who would want to kill Ryder?" "He did nothing wrong!"
"We're on a search now! We're going on an investigation, pups! First stop, Foggy Bottom! We're going to interrogate Humdinger first!"
All the pups packed into their vehicles and headed to Foggy Bottom. The fog was a pain to drive through. They eventually got to the bench Mayor Humdinger always sat at. He had his catastrophe crew with him.
"We did it kittens! It was a success!"
Mayor Humdinger did his evil laugh, but returned to a seemingly normal state, whistling and looking suspicious when he saw the trucks come in.
"We're here! We have a good reason to believe it was you!" Chase said.
"Oh, I see the Paw Patrol is still in working order," Humdinger said.
"Alive and well! Youw evil schemes will nevaw stop us!" Zuma said.
"Oh shoot! I guess that means even without Ryder, you can still figure everything out yourselves, huh?"
"You're evil and heartless!" Skye yelled.
"I wouldn't go there…"
"We know you did it! It was you!" Rubble yelled.
"You have to prove it first!"
"We can bring you in for extra questioning. Nowhere in the constitution does it say we can't!" Chase said.
"My offense isn't that extreme."
"It is! You made us suffer!"
All the pups teamed up to try drag him.
"You're the one responsible for Ryder's death! You will pay!"
Mayor Humdinger realized they weren't on him for what he really did.
"Wait, what? You think I killed Ryder!? I never would've done that!"
The pups stopped tugging.
"What did you think we were talking about?"
"Oh… other stuff… but that's besides the point! I never would've wished death upon that boy! That's not something I would've done!"
Chase knew how to read Mayor Humdinger left and right. He knew he was telling the truth.
"Pups, he's not lying. He's innocent. We have to go back and figure out more of what's going on," Chase admitted.
The pups each gave Mayor Humdinger a death stare, but knew they didn't have the right to take him in. They got in their trucks and headed back to Adventure Bay. They figured the news of them escaping would be out. Right as that thought came in, the pups each got a call from Joey on their GPS screens.
"Pups! Don't scare me like that again!"
"Sorry Joey!" each pup said in unison.
"Come back to Adventure Bay. I know you pups want to be here and drive your vehicles, but you can't."
"Joey, we have to!"
"You can't…"
"I'm serious! We have to! We found something suspicious with Ryder's death! He was murdered!"
Joey was shocked the pups had figured that out.
"Come back to Adventure Bay and explain it all."
The pups were already heading back, so it was convenient. When they got there, Joey immediately approached the pups.
"You worried the hell out of me! Don't do that!"
"Sorry Joey. We had to figure out what really happened to Ryder. We have a clue to what happened," Chase said.
"So how do you know Ryder was murdered?"
"There's someone's scent, and his blood was on the top of the mountain. We think he was attacked, then thrown off."
"It explains why he has gashes rather than shattered insides," Marshall said.
Out of nowhere, they heard a roaring V8 coming into town. They all recognized it as Jake's Roush Mustang. He blew right by everyone, which was unusual. The pups got in their trucks and followed him. He stopped at the emergency room.
"Jake! Are you ok!?" Rocky asked.
"This is bad! It's horrible!"
Jake pulled out Everest, who the pups couldn't even tell whether she was alive. He ran in carrying her. Chase marked Jake's illegal park while the rest of the pups ran in with him. The doctors pulled up a stretcher so Jake didn't have to keep carrying her.
"What happened!?" Rocky asked.
"I heard her scream, then I heard someone battering her! They knew I was coming out because they were out of sight before I got to her!"
"We'll take care of her sir! We can't promise she'll pull through though!" a doctor said.
Marshall assisted the doctors with the emergency operations. Jake started to tear up.
"This can't be happening! Don't leave me Everest!"
The other pups were starting to mourn her as well. The doctors tried all they could, but it wasn't working. She went flatline, but the doctors were able to shock her back to life. After an hour of trying to get her stable, the doctors were able to get her to function on her own.
"Jake…"
"Everest! You're alive!"
"I don't feel like it."
The pups all gathered around her. She was having a hard time breathing and talking.
"Are you ok Everest?" Chase asked.
"I've been better."
Rocky put his paw on Everest's, "I'll be here for you. So will everyone else."
"Thanks Rocky. Ugh…"
Everest lost consciousness.
"Alright pups, we want to stay with Everest, but we have to keep searching. We're going to investigate who did this to Everest. It might lead us to more clues with Ryder!" Chase said.
Each pup hesitantly left Everest, got in their vehicle's, then headed to Jake's Mountain. They got to the cabin where Everest was attacked. Chase picked up multiple scents. One was new, and the other was the same scent from Ryder's death site.
"Pups, someone's after us! It's the same scent that was at Ryder's death site!"
The pups started freaking out again. Now they knew their lives were in danger.
"The thing to do is stick together, and never leave a pup behind!" Rocky said.
"That's right! And… where's Marshall?"
"Ha, funny," Rubble said sarcastically.
"Really, he's not here! Marshall!"
They all went into panic and looked for Marshall. After a good 30 seconds of panic, Marshall came out of the cabin carrying a rifle.
"Pups! I found this gun in the cabin! It might be a clue!"
"Everest wasn't shot. That's Jake's hunting rifle."
"Oh… oops."
Marshall put the rifle back, then walked out.
"We have to track this guy down! I have no idea where to start though," Chase said.
Skye looked in the air for vehicle tracks. She found tire tracks that lead away from the crime scene. It hadn't snowed, so there was nothing to cover the tracks.
"I found tracks from a truck! I'll follow them and see where they go!"
"Good job Skye! Don't get shot down!"
The pups followed the tracks from the ground. It seemed they were able to trace it down, but the snow was gradually fading as they went down the elevation.
"It's getting harder to trace it down! The snow isn't as heavy!" Skye said.
By the time they got to the bottom, there was no snow left and no way to track down the vehicle. The pups started whimpering at the lost advantage, but Rocky thought of something.
"Pups! We passed a few cars on the way up! We can go back and look at the tracks left by the vehicle to try to determine what it was, then pull the tapes on our dash cams to see if anything matches!"
The pups admired Rocky's idea. They went back a few miles, then observed the tracks. It was a large pickup, a dually. They headed back to Adventure Bay and observed Chase's dash cam. There were mainly vans and SUVs going down, but they eventually came across a white Ford F-350. The people in it seemed at unease as the Paw Patrol passed.
"Bingo! Those are our guys!"
Chase rewound the video a few milliseconds to get the license number. It was a British Columbian plate.
"We got it pups! Look for that license number!" Chase said, "We'll pair up and search for every white 2011 and newer F350!"
The pups got in pairs and headed out. Three F350s were found, but none had the license number.
"Pups, they could've put different plates on it! Start pulling over every F350 you see!"
Four F350s were pulled over by the time Rocky and Marshall came across a parked on with the correct license number.
"We found the truck!" Marshall yelled.
"Quiet down! Put a tracker on it!" Rocky scolded.
The truck owners came out because they heard Marshall's voice. Rocky stuck the tracker on just in time. The two had to hide as quickly as possible. However, the owners saw the pups' trucks. Rocky and Marshall realized they were at their base when more people than just the truck owners came out.
"They're here! Search the place!"
Both pups started picking up scents. They figured out who the leader was by the scents. He didn't look familiar to either of them.
"What could he have against us?"
"I have no clue, but we have to move!"
They came across a phone so they could call Chase.
"Come on Chase, pick up!"
"Who's this? Oh, what's going on, pups?"
"We found the truck!" Rocky said in a whisper.
"What's wrong!?"
"They know we're here! We have to find a way out!"
Chase brought the other pups in, "All paws on deck! Rocky and Marshall are…"
"No Chase! They have guns!"
"Oh… then run!"
Rocky and Marshall had to find a way to dodge the search lights. It was broad daylight, so it wouldn't hurt much, but it'd mean they're in sight.
"We're going to have to leave our trucks here!" Rocky said.
"We can't! We'll need them! How else are we gonna get out of here!?"
"Their main focus is our trucks. If we come within 50 feet, they'll fire on us! We have two options, run into the forest, or steal a car."
"How are we gonna steal a car!?"
Rocky barked quietly, "Dimensional cutters and lighter."
"You know how to hotwire!?"
"More or less."
They noticed a guard very focused looking through the scope of an AW sniper rifle.
"Or we could pick pocket some keys. Let's hope this guy has a fast car!" Rocky barked, "Needle nose pliers!"
Rocky, scared, approached the guard. He hoped that Marshall would be able to use his Pup-Fu if the guard realized he was there. He reached into pocket of the guard, and pulled out whatever was in there. Luckily, they were keys. Rocky and Marshall left the room. Rocky wiped the sweat from his head.
"Thank God! Let's see what this guy has… an Acura. We should be able to make a clean escape."
A 2013 Acura TL was sitting outside the other side of the warehouse. The two pups hurried over and got in. It was backed in, so Rocky was able to drive right out.
"Driving human vehicles is so weird!"
He drove inconspicuously to the exit, then when the guards could potentially see them, he gunned it. The 305 horsepower 3.7 liter V6 was really nice right about now. By the time the guards could get to a car, they were long gone. Rocky was having a hard time reaching everything.
"At least this one's an automatic. It'd suck not being able to reach the clutch!"
The other pups blew right by them. Rocky activated the blue tooth on the TL.
"Chase! Turn back! They're coming!"
"Rocky? What are you in?"
"I couldn't grab the trucks! I stole someone's Acura!"
"What!? Alright, we'll catch up."
They all got back to Adventure Bay, and grouped up.
"What happened back there!?" Chase asked.
"We found the truck, they discovered us, and we had to find a new way out. They had our trucks surrounded!"
"Well, we might have some evidence here. Open the trunk."
When Rocky opened the trunk, there were a couple of assault rifles in the back.
"Arms trafficking. Looks like this is an organization rather than a lone guy," Chase observed, "Wait a minute…"
Chase picked up Mayor Humdinger's scent on the weapons.
"Humdinger lied to us! I can't believe I believed him!"
"What happened!?" Skye asked.
"Mayor Humdinger is involved! His scent is on these rifles!"
The pups, once again, freaked out.
"We have a…"
The TL's blue tooth system was getting a call. The contact ID read "Mr. Sanchez."
Rocky answered, "Hello?"
"Very clever. You've figured out who killed your mortal master."
"Who are you, Mr. Sanchez!"
"Well, I'm an arms trafficking boss. I killed that kid because he would be in my way. I didn't think I would have to kill the pups too. That'll come later. For now, I need that car back. I'll make you pups a deal. We'll place the two trucks in a location. You bring the car, leave it, then take your trucks back."
"We kinda need our trucks, so you have a deal," Marshall said.
"We're not going negotiate with a bad guy!" Chase said.
"Well in that case, I could track you down and kill all six of you. Your choice."
"Chase, you're not the right pup for this," Rocky said.
Chase got angered and walked away.
"I'll make you another deal. If you don't come after us for killing that kid, we'll spare your lives."
"Nope!" "Not gonna happen!" "You'll pay for his death!" "The Paw Patrol always comes out on top!"
"Suit yourself. If you mess with my business you'll pay. The car deal still stands. I'll put a location on the car's GPS."
Mr. Sanchez hung up. Within a few seconds, a location was set on the GPS.
"Do you really think he's just gonna let us take the trucks!? It might be a trap!" Chase said.
"I agree, it's a big risk, but we need our trucks," Rocky said.
"We have the keys, so we can go in, leave this car, and get the trucks as quickly as possible," Marshall said.
"Are your trucks worth dying for?" Rubble asked.
"We won't die. We'll be in and out," Rocky said.
Chase didn't like this idea. Even if they were fast enough, they could still be chased down.
"If Marshall slips, it'll slow down the retrieval time by a lot. I'll go in with Rocky to get the trucks," Chase said.
"But… but…" Marshall wanted to get the trucks.
"We can't risk you tripping and getting caught."
"You want to avenge Ryder, right?" Skye asked, "If you die you can't."
Marshall had to give in and let Chase take over.
"First let's take the guns out of the trunk. We can use them as evidence against Humdinger," Chase said.
They did that, then they headed out. Marshall was driving Chase's truck. Chase briefed everything.
"Zuma, Skye, stay a good distance away and patrol the area. Marshall, Rubble, you stay right at the entrance and make sure no one tries to come in and attack us. Rocky, you know the drill, be as fast as you can."
"Green means go!"
Rocky pulled into the small gravel lot as fast as he could. Rubble and Marshall quickly blocked the road with their trucks and kept guard. Rocky and Chase both got out of the car the minute Rocky put it in park. Rocky rushed out of the car and jumped into his truck, and Chase slid across the hood of the TL and jumped into Marshall's truck. They were scared the trucks wouldn't start, but they did. As soon as the trucks started, they were out of there.
Chase was smart to be on top of everything and get out of there. A few guys were about to jump out of the forest and start shooting. If they took any longer, it would've happened.
"Chase! Everyone! We have company!" Skye said.
"Are they chasing us?" Rocky asked.
"Yeah! And they're not in anything slow!"
As they reached 100 MPH, they saw three Z07 Corvettes come into view.
"Are you serious!?" Chase was in disbelief.
They started to receive gun fire. The pups panicked, but kept going.
"Marshall! You're driving my truck! Deploy the road spikes!"
"How!?"
"There's a button on right next to the shifter!"
Marshall pushed the ejection seat instead. He went flying. Skye caught him with the harness. Rocky remembered he had a box of nails in the back of his truck. He opened up the hatch, and the nails spilled out. That stopped the Corvettes coming after them.
"Are we safe?" Chase asked.
"I think so. Let's head back fast!"
They all got calls on their GPS screens. It was Mr. Sanchez.
"Very clever! You knew we'd come after you. I guess you're too clever to take the time to kill."
"All we wanted was our trucks! We gave you the car, I don't know why you have a problem with that."
"It's not even my car. I only cared about the guns in the trunk. I guess I'll stick to my word. Don't get in my way, and you can keep your lives."
Mr. Sanchez hung up. Chase got worried, "We took the guns out of the trunk of that car. I think he's still gonna…"
Mr. Sanchez called again, "You took the guns! That does it, we're hunting you down!"
"You think we're scared!?" Chase questioned.
All the other pups looked scared.
"You're not! I was able to kill the boy, I was able to kill that snow pup! I believe I can kill you all too!"
"Hate to ruin your mood, but Everest pulled through. Her owner was right there! We will win, so don't waste your energy!"
Chase hung up this time, "Alright, we're heading back to Foggy Bottom! Humdinger lied to us! We're going to interrogate him and get more information!"
All the pups headed to Foggy Bottom and found Mayor Humdinger. All the pups circled around him.
"What do you pups want now?"
"You're involved with Ryder's death! We know you are! Now you're going to the interrogation room!" Chase yelled.
"Woah! I already told you! I wasn't involved! I wouldn't have done to Ryder! Why does everything point to me!?"
All the pups teamed up and dragged Mayor Humdinger to the ground. Chase got on top of Mayor Humdinger and got right in his face.
"There's a gun dealer that killed Ryder! That particular gun dealer happened to have a supply with your scent on it! You gave him a supply of guns to kill Ryder as a trade!"
Mayor Humdinger thought about that shipment of guns he was forced to smuggle. That's what he had originally hid from the pups.
"Wait what!? If you let me up, I'll explain everything!"
The pups let off and Mayor Humdinger sat back onto his bench.
"So… there's a gun supplier not too far from here. There's also a gun dealer not too far from here either. That gun dealer came up to me… and offered me $40,000 to smuggle a crate full of firearms from the supplier to his warehouse… and… I had no idea that was the one that would kill Ryder."
"We're going to find all the clues behind this, so tell the truth now!" Rubble said.
"Alright… there's… I should've told you pups earlier… After I delivered the order… he kinda asked about nearby obstacles… people that might get in his way… and I kinda mentioned the Paw Patrol. I had no idea he was going to do such a thing! I'm sorry!"
Chase started yelling at Mayor Humdinger for not telling them earlier. Skye started crying, causing three pups to cry. Three pups crying caused Mayor Humdinger to start crying. Mayor Humdinger crying turned into everyone but Chase crying.
"I'm sorry! I had no idea it would come to this! If I would've known, I wouldn't have said it! I didn't know he would kill Ryder, I didn't know you pups would suffer!"
"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Chase asked.
"He said that if I told anyone about his whereabouts, he'd come after me. I was scared."
The pups sat with Mayor Humdinger.
"I always saw you as a heartless monster," Skye said, "But after seeing your remorse, I realize you do have a heart."
"Just not a bwain," Zuma added.
"The least you can do for us is tell us where this supplier is," Rocky said.
"Well, when you go up to the building, proceed with caution. They'll be armed. If you head north on the highway, there'll be an unmarked exit. That unmarked road will take you right to the supplier."
"Thanks Mayor Humdinger. Pups, you all know where to go."
The pups wiped their tears and got in their vehicles again. They headed north on the local highway, then found the exit.
"Skye, try to find the supplier from the air."
Right as Skye started looking, she got a radio transmission, most likely from the supplier warehouse.
"Attention civilian helicopter, you are in a no fly zone! Divert your course, or we'll be forced to shoot you down!"
"Wait! No! I'm just flying through with my friends!"
The person over the radio wasn't expecting Skye's high pitched voice.
"You're just a kid. What are you doing flying a helicopter?"
"I'm a pup actually. I'm on a serious mission. A mission that involves your supplier warehouse. We need permission to approach!"
"Um… how do you… never mind. Permission granted, but try anything and we will open fire."
"Chase, we can approach. Just go up with caution."
The pups slowly approach the warehouse. A few guards armed with M4s came up to them.
"What's your intentions?" the first guard asked.
"We want to know some information about a dealer you supply. It there any chance we can speak to a boss or something?" Chase explained.
"Who's the dealer?"
"Mr. Sanchez. That's the only thing we know him by."
"Alright, proceed through, we'll escort you."
There was a Pontiac G8 with amber overhead lights that escorted the pups through. The place was the size of a large college campus, but a lot scarier. They eventually came up to a building, and each pup was commanded to park in a one by one formation. When Skye landed, they had to push the helicopter into the formation. The pups were escorted on foot to the boss of the supplier.
They expected a guy a lot like Mr. Sanchez, big bulky and grey haired. This guy looked a little bit like Fred Savage.
"So I heard you pups need some info on a dealer."
"Mr. Sanchez killed our human! We're trying to figure out how to take this guy down, because we're also in danger," Chase said.
"You pups look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Have you heard of the Paw Patrol in Adventure Bay? That's us?"
"Wait, really!? I heard about you! I'll help you out here. What do you need?"
"We need to figure out how to take him down. And… is there any chance we can get some guns?"
"He is a bit troublesome. I wouldn't just go in and kill him. He's a lot more powerful than you think. And when it comes to getting guns, I only sell guns to suppliers. If I give them away to civilians, they'll be traced to me a lot easier."
"How many dealers do you sell to?"
"Legal or illegal?"
"I'm not sure if any legal gun dealer will sell a bunch of guns to a couple of pups."
"There's only one other arms dealer I supply to in this part of Canada. It's about an hour south. I'm not willing to help you take down Mr. Sanchez myself, because it'll make a big impact on my sales and he'll come after me. I will tell you this. Once Mr. Sanchez is dead, you don't have to worry about his guys staying around. They don't like him either. Once he's out, you all are safe."
"Thanks for your help Mr…"
"Savage. Fred Savage."
Wait, that is Fred Savage!? What's he doing supplying guns to dealers in Canada!? Eh, it's besides the point. The pups were escorted to the freeway and headed back to Adventure Bay.
"It's three in the morning," Chase said, "We got a lot done, so we can't complain."
"I'm going to bed when we get back," Rubble said.
All the pups agreed. Once they got back, they headed straight to the lookout. They switched on all the circuit breakers so they could get power. They figured Joey was already asleep. They each slept about 8 hours and got up around 11. They knew they had to get going. They had information, and they had to execute the plan. They got back on the freeway and headed to the dealer Fred Savage had told them about.
"Same deal here pups, don't just pull up, proceed with caution."
When they pulled up, these guys seemed a bit friendlier than all the other guards. The guards approached with their weapons concealed rather than being out for intimidation.
"Are you pups lost?"
"No, we just have a big problem. We need some help from you guys. Is there any chance we can talk to your leader?" Chase asked.
"Uh, I'll go talk to him and see what I can do."
The guard went into a building to talk to the leader. There were other guards standing around that didn't seem at unease by their presence. The fact that these guards seemed unphased gave the pups two thoughts. Either something really bad was about to happen, or this dealer was very unorganized. The guard and a big dude that was probably 6'7" and weighed 300 pounds came out. This dude looked like J.J. Watt.
"I heard you pups needed my expertise in the arms dealing industry."
All the pups trembled in this dude's presence. He was massive!
"Uh… yeah. We need to take out another dealer. We were wondering what the prices for your weapons are."
"Well, the fact that you're a bunch of pups doesn't seem to promising. It's almost jailbait for me."
"We're highly trained actually! Have you ever heard of the Paw Patrol?"
"The what patrol?"
"We have no money and no way to be able to get some arms to defend ourselves and avenge our human!" Rocky said.
"Is there any way we can borrow some guns and ammo, then bring them back for a reduced price, or do something is return?" Chase asked.
"I don't think you have a clue how this business works. I'm in it to make money. I don't really care about the welfare of a couple of pups."
"Please! We've been suffering for the last week!" Skye pleaded.
"Our lives are in danger too!" Marshall added.
"This guy has to pay for what he did!" Rubble said.
"Didn't you say this guy is an arms dealer too?"
"Yeah! He has more firepower than we'll ever have!" Chase said.
"Come on into the warehouse. What's this guys' name?"
"Mr. Sanchez. He's about an hour northwest."
"Oh… that guy. I'll tell you what. He's my biggest rival. You aren't spies are you?"
"No!" all the pups said in unison.
"Alright, well I'll make a deal with you. I'll give you all the guns and ammo you need if you take him out. You'll be doing my dirty work in return for everything you need."
"So… you're going to be using us?" Marshall asked.
"Yeah."
"It's a deal. He'll be gone before long," Chase said.
"Mr. Watt, but you can just call me J.J." J.J. Watt said as he shook Chase's paw.
Wait… what!? That's J.J. Watt!? What's he doing as a gun dealer in Canada!? First Fred Savage, now him? Ugh… back to the point…
"Chase. Good to do business with you."
Standing on two legs, Chase wasn't much higher than J.J. Watt's knees. He led the pups to the warehouse full of guns and ammo.
"What are you pups going to need?"
"Uh… that's a lot of stuff. What don't you have?"
J.J. Watt helped the pups out. He found two mountable missile canons. He grabbed them and walked out to Skye's helicopter.
"Boom, you now have an attack chopper."
After a few hours of figuring out what'll work, the pups had everything they needed. They packed all the arms into the back of Rocky's truck. The truck's payload was getting exceeded so much that the rear leaf springs were resting on the bump stop.
"I don't think my truck likes this."
"Come on, let's get going back to Adventure Bay."
J.J. Watt waved as the pups left, "I really hope they take him down. That's a lot of money lost if they don't."
The pups got back to the lookout and set everything up. That's when they realized they went overkill. There were mounted miniguns on the forklift on the Rocky's truck, Skye's helicopter was now a gunship, Marshall's water canon had been converted to a machine gun, and each pup had two assault rifle mount brackets on their pup packs. Out of nowhere, they heard gunshots in Adventure Bay. They hurried into town, forgetting about all the weaponry on their vehicles.
"What happened!?" Chase asked.
Joey had gotten grazed in the shoulder and there were two dead guys on the ground.
"These guys tried to attack me! Luckily I had my… what… why?"
Joey saw the weaponry on the trucks.
"We're avenging Ryder. We had the right contacts, we have all the info. Tomorrow, we're attacking," Chase said.
"No! Don't do it! Not even I'm willing to do that!"
"Ryder didn't mean as much to you as he did to us. You didn't even know him."
"Pups, you have that wrong. There's a reason you went with me rather than someone in Adventure Bay. You pups got handed to me."
"Mayor Goodway pawned us off?"
"No… I inherited you pups. That's why I'm so scared to lose you."
"How did you inherit us?"
"I didn't tell you this earlier. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out. I'm Ryder's father."
All the pups went into shock.
"How have we not met you?"
"Ryder never said anything about you. You were in his will to be handed down to me. I didn't even know I'd be taking in six pups until the day before Ryder's funeral."
"We didn't see you at his funeral."
"I was there. I just didn't speak. I don't know why I didn't tell you earlier."
"You want to avenge your son, don't you?"
"Yeah, but attacking an arms dealer is a really dumb idea!"
"We're willing to die to avenge Ryder. Once this is over, we won't have a reason to live anyway."
"In his will, Ryder said to take care of you pups. Letting you do this is not taking care of you."
"Letting us suffer isn't taking care of us either. You can come with us if it makes you feel better, but we're doing this."
"I… there's… are you sure you want to do this!?"
"Nothing can stop us at this point."
"I'm afraid I'm not willing to get involved. I'm going to have to break the promise I gave Ryder and not watch over you."
Joey walked to his Roadrunner and drove off. Every pup but Chase started to feel for Joey. They could each understand how he felt. Skye started to feel selfish.
"I feel bad for Joey," Skye said.
"I do too, and if we come out alive, we'll be there for him," Chase said.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, Chase… I don't think any of us are coming out alive," Rocky said.
"We'wre fighting twained gun expewrts. We'wre not twained," Zuma said.
"Where'd the confidence go!?" Chase asked.
"I feel like this is a mistake," Rubble said.
"We're just going to have to accept the fact that Ryder is gone and cope. Doing this won't help anything," Marshall said.
Chase was starting to get angered and feel betrayed, "Ryder was more important to us than anything else! We're just going to give up on this!?"
All the pups somewhat turned their backs.
"After all we've done to get here, you're just going to give up!? What about Everest!? What about us!? They're going to kill us either way!"
"If they kill us, so be it. We'll be with Ryder," Rocky said.
Chase was in disbelief but he wasn't going to stretch. He had everything he needed in his truck, so he was going to go without the rest.
"So be it then. I'm going alone, I'm not going to abandon what I started and worked hard for."
Chase got in his truck and headed to the compound to take on this challenge… alone.
"Chase!" "Don't do this!" "There's another way out!"
The pups tried to discourage him, but it didn't work. They each got in their trucks to head to the lookout and dismount the weaponry from the trucks and their pup packs.
"Someone watch calls coming in and news to see when it's safe to get his body," Skye said.
All the pups but Rocky headed to the lookout. Rocky wasn't going to abandon a friend. That's not what being a Paw Patrol pup is about.
"I'm going with him. I'm not going to let him go out and die by himself."
Rocky did and U-turn and gunned it.
"Rocky! Not you too!"
"If he's going, I'm going too. I'd rather keep my dignity than my life."
The other pups couldn't believe it. Still, they all headed to the lookout, however, now Marshall wasn't willing to abandon this.
"Those are two of my closest friends going on a suicide mission. I'm not going to leave them behind either!"
Marshall pulled the e-brake and went to catch up to Chase and Rocky.
"Mawshall!" Zuma yelled.
The three remaining pups just looked at each other, "Let's just catch up to Joey."
"Chase, wait up," Rocky said.
"You can't stop me from doing this," Chase said.
"I know I can't, so I'm going in with you."
"You finally came to your senses!"
"So did I," Marshall said coming from nowhere.
"Still nothing from the other three?" Chase asked.
"I think they bailed."
"Think again," Skye said.
Zuma and Rubble also came in behind them. Chase was proud of the Paw Patrol again. Ryder would be proud. They found a vantage point not far from the compound, but far enough to where the helicopter wasn't noticeable.
"What's the game plan, Chase?" Marshall asked.
"I need to scope the place first," Chase said.
"You have your spy helmet. Let's check it out," Rocky said.
The pups approached the base in silence. There was a large hill right behind the compound that could be used as an advantage. There was a large almost impenetrable chain link fence surrounding the compound, so the only way in was through the front. However, an aerial attack was easy.
"What do you see, Chase?" Rubble asked.
"A bunch of LAPVs (Light Armored Patrol Vehicles), all of which aren't in use, however there's a few guards next to one. There's a few snipers, inattentive, yet on call. Turrets on either side, a guard picking his nose, a couple of guards at the front with assault rifles… honestly, this won't be that hard if we plan right. Besides that RPG, an aerial attack will be easy. Back to the vantage point! I have a plan!"
The pups headed back to where they parked their trucks, and Chase discussed his plan. Rubble and Zuma went to the hill with sniper rifles. Once they take out necessary guards, Skye would come in with her helicopter, take out a few LAPVs, then Rocky would come in with his truck with the guns on the forklift prongs while Marshall and Chase would be in the back ready to jump out. Once inside, everything will be impromptu.