2 Month's after the Ambush

Zuma is inside his cell having just woken up, and he just lays there for a minute, thinking about his old life. he then sits up and grabs something from under his bed, it was a mask, His mask. Of all the thing's Humdinger could've let him keep he chose this, a constant reminder of his old friends, after staring at it for a few seconds he threw it on before getting up and leaving his cell to go to the cafeteria, he could hear everyone going crazy in there. "Someone decided to pick a fight again it seems." Zuma thought to himself. Before he entered, the whole cafeteria was losing it's mind for an unknown reason, when Zuma entered the room however, the cafeteria fell silent and some of the people in there looked over to him, the lifeless eyes of the Jester mask Zuma wore made him even more threatening.

Unlike what most people would've thought he didn't actually get into fights very often, he only ever fought someone in this prison once, a few days after he first arrived. Someone was making fun of his mask and throwing fake punches at him to get a reaction, then he made the mistake of trying to rip his mask off his face, He ended up in the Medical center.

Zuma went and grabbed his food before sitting down at one of the few empty seats available, he then raised his mask enough to allow him to eat but still keep most of his face hidden. normally people would've loved the attention and not being messed with but Zuma hated it. Sure, his reputation let him walk around without getting beat up which was better than most people there, However, his reputation also made it impossible to make any friends, It's hard to be friendly with people if they all run away or freeze up in fear upon seeing you.

"Hey." Zuma heard someone say next to him. "Hey dude." Zuma responded. "So you're the guy who took out most of the ACPD huh? Kinda expected someone larger and more aggressive." The unknown person said to him. "Oh am i not aggwessive enough fow you?" Zuma asked in a sarcastic tone as he turned towards the person, seeing that he was a dachshund. "No not really, You're actually pretty quiet for being one of the most dangerous people here." the mysterious person replied. Zuma continued looking at him, He could recognize him from somewhere but he couldn't figure out where. "Who awe you?" Zuma asked him. "My name's Arrby." Arrby responded. "Ahh so that's whewe i wecognize you." Zuma said giggling a little as he continued eating. "So, you new hewe?" Zuma asked him. "Yeah, just got sent here yesterday." Arrby responded. "What did you do?" Zuma asked as he looked over at him for a few seconds. "Uhh don't wanna talk about it." Arrby replied while looking down at the ground. "Alwight, i won't push you to tell me." Zuma said to him.

After a few more minutes they left the cafeteria and went on with their days.

Meanwhile in Ryder's Apartment.

"Okay eveyone, i think we've been hiding long enough, We should be able to return to heisting again." Ryder said to all the pups. "does that mean we'll save Zuma soon?" Rocky asked his leader, he had never been the same since the ambush. He used to be the curious and happy pup of the group, now he was always sad and barely ever left his room. "Sorry Rocky but we're not ready yet, We need more equipment and ammunition in order to pull that off." Ryder said to the mixed breed.

"You sure about that?" Someone behind the pups said, They all turned around to see a white terrior walking towards them. "I'd say you guy's are more then ready to save him." she said to them all. "Who are you? and how did you get in here?" Ryder asked the terrier. "I'm Sweetie and you don't need to know how." Sweetie said to them, all the pups (except chase) were growling at the intruder. "Everyone calm down, I know her, She's friendly." Chase yelled to the other pups, this caused them to stop and back away. "What do you want Sweetie?" Chase asked her. "I'm here to help you guy's save your friend, let's be honest you'll never get into that prison and even if you do the guards outnumber you, by like 5 to 1. luckily, he's getting transferred to a different, more secure prison near the coast in a few days, while he's in transit you guys can ambush the prison bus and bring him back to the safety of this...place." Sweetie said to them all. "Then again this place isn't much of an improvement." Sweetie whispered.

Ryder was seriously thinking about it, he wanted to save Zuma but he was also trying to be careful, he remembered what happened the last time he trusted someone not inside the PAW Patrol. Chase noticed this and looked at his leader, "Sir, don't worry, she can be trusted."

Chase said to him, Ryder looked back at the shepherd. "Alright fine. Sweetie, what's the plan?" Ryder said as he turned towards the terrier. Sweetie smiled, she was in a room with the strongest and most feared group of criminals on the planet,

And she was in charge of them.