Disclaimer: As the title would suggest, this chapter is a gas filled one. I'm just letting you know beforehand that the gross out humor is used to emphasize on just how far the pups can go with the game of Truth or Dare. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!
Also, I don't own Paw Patrol.
Paw Patrol X
Friend or Foe arc Episode eight: A Gas Filled Truth Or Dare!
Flare, Marshall, and Rocky were looking for the perfect bottle to use for Truth or Dare in a stash of bottles Rocky had in the garage. Flare couldn't help but be impressed by just how many bottles Rocky had, and he had them all marked for a specific purpose. "Woooow! You've collected all of these for inventions!?"
"Inventions, mundane tasks like this one, and so on." Rocky added, being quite confident in the amount of stuff he had in his truck. "I make sure to mark all of them and make absolute sure I find the absolute 100% perfect one for it's specific task."
Marshall couldn't help commenting on that, having heard a little story from Flare about the week prior. "Didn't Flare help you learn that perfection wasn't needed for everything?"
"It's still worth looking for Marshall." Rocky pointed out, showing that he hadn't forgotten the lesson he learned thanks to Flare, just that he knew not to let it get to him. "I simply learned not to overcompensate if I fail to find a perfect replica of what I'm looking for." Marshall shrugged and shrugged and reached for a box of bottles Rocky marked as 'mundane tasks', feeling that was what he needed. Flare couldn't help but start making music with some of the bottles himself, causing Marshall and Rocky to start laughing. "Looks fun, but try to stay on task Flare."
Marshall grabbed the box he needed, only for his front paw to slip and cause the box to fall on his head. This caused him to fall back onto a loose bottle while catching the box and roll, "Incoming!" instantly alerting Flare and Rocky as he started rolling to them. Marshall ended up slipping off of the bottle, which ended up smashing into the wall, right above the trash can. Flare and Rocky checked to see if Marshall was okay, which he quickly assured them about. "I'm okay!" Flare, Marshall, and Rocky smiled with Marshall then setting the box down to help find the right bottle.
The rest of the pups were currently in the living room with Claw and Sweetie catching up as the latter admired herself in the mirror. She was particularly getting a good look at her butt, which helped since she was wearing the outfit that showed it off. She still made the time to ask Claw what he thought about Adventure Bay so far. "So Claw. How have the Paw Patrol treating you since you've arrived?"
"They've been, surprisingly nice, considering what came before it." Claw admitted, and then he showed remorse regarding the attack that led to him moving to Adventure Bay. "You have no idea how happy I was when you and Caiomhe called me after what happened."
Sweetie stopped admiring herself and walked up to Claw with a look of empathy. She knew that was hard for him, and she didn't want to leave him during this time. "Just promise me you'll make the right decision Claw. For your sake."
Claw didn't know what the right choice was yet, so he wasn't sure if he could keep that promise. He felt it'd help to at least try however, since he wanted to help Sweetie and Caiomhe as much as possible. "Okay. I promise. And I'll make extra sure that my choice also benefits you and Caiomhe."
Sweetie was glad to hear that, smiling to her step brother before Flare, Marshall, and Rocky came in with Rocky holding their bottle. "Don't lose it, reuse it!"
Sweetie turned around, unintentionally pointing her butt right at Claw's face when she did. "Corny catchphrase aside, finally; we can get started." Claw mouthed 'big butt' to the other three silently, pretending to keep a straight face as Sweetie looked back at him once she realized her butt was pointed at his face.
The pups were all sitting in a circle in the living room for their game, and Skye was explaining the rules to Claw, Everest, and Sweetie, since this was their first time playing, and she suggested the game. "The rules are pretty simple. One player in the group spins the bottle, and whoever it lands on gets to pick truth or dare, after being asked which one they wanna do by the spinner. Truth has you answer any question honestly, no matter what it may be, and dare means you have to do something, no matter what." Claw darted his eyes to Snow, worrying that she might use this as a way to rat him out, despite their talk earlier that week. "Just don't make it anything illegal when they pick dare."
Snow quickly picked up on Claw's concern and wanted to assure him that she meant what she said the other day. She figured it'd help to make a suggestion that'd help him enjoy the game better. "You could go first Claw. That might help you understand the game better."
"I understand it pretty well already, but sure." Claw responded, looking to everyone else to see if they were okay for it. With no objections, he spun the bottle, and it landed on none other than Snow herself. Glad her plan was going well, Claw made his next move. "Truth or dare Snow?"
Despite Snow being tempted to pick a dare, she decided to keep going with he plan and start off small. "I'll take a truth. Save the hard stuff for later."
Claw felt it wouldn't hurt to ask about how Snow felt about him. He decided to keep it vague so he wouldn't ruin the mood too much. "Is there anyone in your life who rubs you the wrong way?"
Snow knew that was what Claw would ask if she were who he spun to. She already had an answer saved up for that, as part of her plan. "Not in a way that makes me dislike them entirely, no. But I'm making an effort to keep that from lasting." Claw was glad to hear that, since it helped him realize that Snow was serious about working to trust him. Now he just had to make sure that he could help her do that more easily.
Snow spun the bottle next, and she landed on Marshall. Snow just knew she was gonna have fun with this one. "Oooh, lucky spin. Okay Marshall. Truth or dare?"
"Truth!" Marshall replied instantly, and Snow was ready for it.
"Let's see here." Snow thought for a moment on her question, and she asked one she knew would make Marshall wince. "Do you know any serious issues someone on the team might be dealing with right now?"
Marshall flinched when he heard that and gulped, not wanting to reveal Chase's PTSD to anyone but him and Skye. However, as he made his response... "Nope! Nothing like that! No serious issues to talk about!"
PFFFFFFFFFF...
...Marshall released an accidental fart with his butt shown as he unleashed a green cloud of moldy cheese...
...FFFFFFFFFFT
...and it lasted for ten seconds total, grossing out Rocky, Snow, Skye, and Sweetie, while making Flare, Zuma, Everest, Chase, and Claw laugh. Marshall couldn't help blushing a bright red as he wafted the fart cloud behind him, and after Everest noticed his embarrassment, she smiled and lifted her butt to crack...
BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAT
...a four second fart that reeked of liver, letting out a green cloud and making Marshall feel better about his unintentional flatulence. After he giggled a bit from the moment, he answered Snow's question honestly. "Okay, fine. I DO know something."
"Good to know. Don't bother explaining it. Your butt ruined the suspense." Snow informed Marshall bluntly, allowing him to spin the bottle as he noticed how annoyed she looked. He figured it was best to avoid too much farting, as to avoid annoying her too much.
Marshall made his spin, and it landed on Chase, and Marshall got excited when he witnessed this fact. "Yes! Okay Chase, what's it gonna be? Truth or dare?"
Chase thought about that for a moment, and then gave his response to see what Marshall could do with it. "I'm in a little more of a truth mood right now." Zuma then groaned in annoyance, clearly wanting the dares to get started. Chase was quick to assure him that they'd get there. "We'll get to dares soon Zuma. Don't worry."
"Anyway..." Marshall went in to ask the question he had in mind for Chase, having one he'd always wanted to ask him. "What's something you've always wanted to do?"
"That's easy! I've always wanted to be in charge of a real police force." Chase admitted, feeling that he'd work perfectly alongside real officers. "Okay, maybe they won't like some of my tactics for dealing with criminals, and I'd obviously have to wait until I'm older, but ever since I got my position on the Paw Patrol, I've been thinking day and night about how cool it'd be to teach other officers how to become a defender of the law. Not that I wouldn't also punish them for going too far mind you."
Snow felt she caught onto something relating to that, and felt it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Is that why you wanted to have me as your backup when I joined the team?"
"It's one reason, yeah." Chase admitted, but there was more to it than that. "I could also sense a strong amount of justice in you Snow. Just by looking at you, I knew you'd be the perfect first student for me."
Snow smiled after hearing that, despite Chase referring to her as a 'student', and Marshall had to admit; he wasn't surprised. "That sounds perfect for you. I hope you get there one day."
"You and me both Marshall." Chase admitted, knowing that he still had a long way to go before he could handle a full police force.
Chase spun the bottle to end his turn, and when it landed on Zuma, the Chocolate Labrador could barely contain his excitement. "Yes! It's finally my tuwn!"
"That it is." Chase replied slyly, and then he got his dare ready, knowing that Zuma was going to pick that one. "Truth or Dare Zuma?"
"Dawe. Definitely dawe." Zuma insisted, getting tired of all the truths they were having. "Thwee twuths back to back is enough for me, thanks."
Chase snickered a bit, and then he got ready for the dare as he gave it to Zuma point blank. "I dare you, to lick Rocky's butt, from the bottom, right up to the top."
Zuma looked at Rocky, who seemed a little nervous about that. Zuma then gave Chase a smug grin in response, making it clear he loved that. "No objections there. Let's wock. (Looks at Rocky) No pun intended."
Rocky braced himself for this; not because he and Zuma have only been dating for a week, but because it was in front of everyone else. "Okay. Let's do this." Rocky got into a downward dog pose after backing up from the group, making sure to keep his butt pointed away from them. Zuma went behind Rocky and placed his tongue firmly on the bottom of his rear end. Rocky had to admit that he loved the feel of Zuma's tongue. The pink, saliva covered stick brought such a good feeling to his dirty rump. He loved it so much however, that as soon as Zuma reached the top...
PFFFT
...he accidentally let out a squeaky two second fart into Zuma's face, hitting the Chocolate Labrador with a brown cloud that reeked of dog poop, blushing immensely as he looked back at Zuma. Chase and Claw couldn't help bursting into laughter at the sight of this, and Sweetie rolled her eyes as the sight of their immaturity, and Snow just gagged in response to it. Zuma was stunned for a bit from the fart, and Rocky quickly turned around and tried to help him waft the fart away. "Sorry; sorry; sorry; sorry; sorry!"
"Welax baby." Zuma kissed Rocky's cheek as soon as he was fully recovered, showing that he was feeling fine enough to keep playing. "It wouldn't be the fiwst time you blew off in my face."
After getting butt blasted in the face by his boyfriend, Zuma went back to his place with Rocky, and spun the bottle to end his turn. When the spin ended, he landed on Flare, who beamed with excitement to see what Zuma had in store for him. "Yay!"
Zuma knew he had a lot in mind for what he could do with any of the pups, including Flare. He didn't hesitate to let him know either. "Okay Flawe. Twuth, or dawe?"
Flare was in a bit of a daredevil mood, which he would soon learn was a big task coming from Zuma. "Dare me!"
"Pwefect." Zuma gave Flare a devious look when he said that, and he was more than ready to act upon the look too. "I dawe you to dwess up like a faiwy pwincess until your next tuwn."
Flare looked around to see some of the other pups snickering, and Marshall felt bad for how humiliating this must be for him. Flare didn't see any problem with it, and happily accepted. "Okay!"
Zuma was surprised by that, and after Skye stood up to offer to help him with that, he looked quite bummed out. "I think I just the one Flare. Good thing you're around my size."
"You may wanna use some ribbon around my waist just in case." Flare suggested, and then he went off with Skye to put the princess costume on.
Zuma was quick to complain to Marshall about this, since he wanted Flare to show at least a small amount of shame. "The day your bwother would become a kiljoy dude. Sewiously." Marshall laughed in response to that after shrugging. He had to admit that Flare's reaction caught him off guard.
The others were waiting for Flare and Skye to get back, and when they did, Flare made a grand announcement for his return. "May I have your attention please!" Everyone else saw Flare in the Princess outfit Skye gave him. It was a pink costume with a pink fairy hat to match. After he knew everyone was looking at him, he announced his new title for the night. "It is I... Princess Flare Munroe of Twin Flame Island!"
Flare went back to his seat with a cheerful smile with Skye heading back to her own seat as well. Claw couldn't help joking about how Flare looked in that costume. "So you're royalty now? The first Dalmatian Princess to be a boy?"
Marshall made the attempt to start a pun off with that one. "If he ends up being a royal pain in the butt..."
And Chase helped him finish it with his own second verse for it. "It should be easy enough to spot rather quickly."
Chase and Marshall hi pawed over their combined pun, and Flare then spun the bottle to see who he'd get to dare or ask a question to. He landed on Everest, who was excited to take her first turn. And Flare was ready to deliver, and making Everest giggle at his Princess role. "Your royal highness is at your service Everest. Truth, or dare?"
"Dare!" Everest said almost instantly, being more in the mood for a dare than to answer a question.
"Okay. Let's see here..." Flare tried to think of a good dare, and after a few seconds, he thought of one that sounded about right. "I dare you to eat a food you can't stand!"
Everest expected Flare to say or ask about something food related, hence his love for cooking. She knew that was gonna be a challenge however, as eating a food you dislike would be for anyone. After breathing in with her nose and out from her mouth, she made her decision. "Get me an onion. Cooked, or raw."
Flare ran into the kitchen and grabbed an onion from a bowl, specifically a red one, and ran back to Everest and handed it to her. "Bon Appetite! (Gives a sly grin) That's french for enjoy your meal, and Flare for prepare to gag." Everest accepted the onion, and after she took her first bite with Flare watching, she started to gag intensely. Flare seemed to be enjoying the show quite a bit, which was surprising to everyone, since he was usually so sweet. This newly seen devilish side of Flare kicked in even further, as he felt his stomach growl after Everest took her second bite.
A couple seconds after Flare felt his stomach growl, he let Everest take her third bite before he lifted his leg and cut...
PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT
...a crass and thick ten second fart, reeking of moldy cheese and letting out a green cloud along with it. Skye never thought she'd see the day someone looking like a Princess would happily pass gas in public. Flare wasn't done yet however...
PFFT BLARP BRAT
After letting out three more short farts, which were making it harder for Everest to eat since it was a food she couldn't stand the taste of, Flare grunted, lifted his butt, and ripped the mother of all farts, just as Rocky turned on a fan in preperation...
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP
...Flare unleashed a loud and bassy forty second fart from his rear end with his butt vibrating as he unleashed a massive yellow cloud of rotten eggs. It surrounded everyone with most of them being shocked by how strong it was, and right when it was finished, the fan officially turned on, leaving Flare to giggle as the fart cloud went away. Skye made it clear that she wasn't gonna have her princess outfit smelling like farts the whole night. "You'll be cleaning the fart scent off of that outfit after you take it off mister."
"Fine with me." Flare assured Skye, and seeing as Everest almost puked and just scarfed down the rest of the onion, it was clear that Flare got what he wanted.
Everest spun the bottle, despite her tears watering from the red onion, and her spin stopped on Claw, who was ready for just about anything from Everest. He tried to contain himself, despite Sweetie noticing his tail wagging, and she went ahead and asked away. "I'll go easy on you Claw. Truth, or dare?"
Claw thought for a moment, and felt that after that dare, it was probably best to let things settle down for a bit. "I'll take a truth."
"That should make it easier to keep my word." Everest winked to Snow after saying that, knowing that she hated lying. Everest then asked Claw a question that was on her mind. "Besides Zuma, who would you say you like the most out of all of us?"
Claw had to admit; he had a couple picks for that one. There was Marshall being so understanding towards them both having feelings for Everest, and then there was Everest herself for being so beautiful, and so much fun. In the end though, he decided to remain unbiased in terms of love. "Probably Flare. There's just something about him that screams fun."
Flare giggled a bit when he heard that, and Everest couldn't argue with that logic. "Seeing as he also convinced the rest of us to let you stay here, that doesn't surprise me."
Claw felt it wouldn't hurt to ask Everest a question himself in regards to that, and he hoped it wouldn't come off as weird. "Would you say it's paying off so far?"
"Personally, yeah. I've enjoyed your company" Everest answered, which made Claw even more happy. This was a little harder to contain.
Claw then spun the bottle, and it landed on Sweetie, leading to Claw getting a devious thought of Sweetie were to pick one of the two options. "Okay Sweetie. Truth, or dare?"
Sweetie was definitely feeling the vibe of this game, and she decided to turn it up a notch with another dare. "I'll take a dare."
"Perfect." Claw responded with a devious look on his face, one that caught Sweetie off guard. She had a feeling she knew what Claw was going to do next, and his dare for her confirmed it. "I dare you to point your butt out, away from the rest of us, and fart for as long as you can, as hard as you can!"
Sweetie was mortified by the very thought of that dare, let alone actually pulling it off. Claw didn't seriously just tell her to do what she think she heard him to. And she was wearing the black outfit with the pink trim that showed off her butt too. She gave Claw a disgusted look as she begged him to reconsider. "Please, please give me a new one! I wouldn't dream of taking that one!"
"Too late sis." Claw smugly responded, knowing that this was going to be quite the show. "Once you receive the dare, you have to fulfill it. Don't let it build up too much now."
Sweetie growled to Claw before backing up away from the crowd and getting ready to fulfill her dare. As disgusted as she was, she knew she was in a deadlock thanks to Claw, and she was going to get him for it later. "None of you. Speak a word of this. To anyone." Once Sweetie felt she had everyone's word, she looked back at her butt, which was shown in all it's glory, and it definitely looked bigger than it did when she wasn't wearing her outfit. After her stomach growled again, she pushed lightly on her tummy, and despite the light push, she unleashed...
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...
...a loud and bassy fart that reeked of rotten eggs, making Sweetie's butt vibrate as the yellow cloud left her rear end...
...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...
Four minutes later...
...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT
...Sweetie's fart ended up lasting for five whole minutes, leaving Claw laughing and everyone else surprised by how much Sweetie had in terms of farts. Most of the pups were gagging from the rancid odor, with Chase, Claw, and Zuma being the exceptions. The fan did it's job, and Sweetie kept looking back at her butt while blushing crimson red all over her face as she went back over to the others. She sat down, being completely mortified, and she looked towards the others with clear rage. "Not. A. Word."
The others kept that in mind with Sweetie making another spin, this time with it landing on Chase. This gave Sweetie the idea to get back at Claw, and as a bonus, she'd get to mess with Chase and Skye. "Make it happen Chase. Truth or dare?"
"I'll take a dare this time." Chase answered, feeling that too many truths would be boring. "No need to make the same move twice back to back."
Sweetie looked to Claw with a devious grin, and she then looked to Chase to give him the dare. "I dare you... to kiss whoever you think is better looking... between me, and Claw."
Chase looked to Skye to make sure she was okay with it, and Skye nodded her head in yes, despite the dare making her uncomfortable. She knew it was just a dare, but since Chase had her permission, he went in to fulfill it. "Okay, but just so we're clear, my heart belongs to Skye." Sweetie understood that completely, and Chase then got ready to make his move. Since Claw and Sweetie were right next to each other, it was easy to walk up both of them for this. To the surprise of everyone in the room however, Chase walked right up to Claw with a confident grin... and kissed him.
Chase kissed Claw passionately for about ten seconds, showing that he was a good kisser, and shocking Sweetie by what she'd just witnessed. Claw was as shocked as she was, but for a different reason. He didn't think that Chase would find him hotter than Sweetie, since he was currently dating a girl. Chase then assured Claw that he knew about his romantic preferences. "I know you're into someone else Claw, but I figured it was best to be honest. I'm sure you understand the dilemma."
Claw nodded his head yes, despite still being surprised, and after walking past a shocked Sweetie and sitting down next to Skye, he spun the bottle while nuzzling her lovingly. The bottle stopped on Rocky, and he was excited to finally have his turn, which Chase was more than happy to see. "Alright Rocky. Truth or dare?"
"Truth please!" Rocky responded, feeling that he could answer just about any question Chase threw at him.
Chase did have a question in mind for Rocky that he'd had for quite some time now. "I've been wanting to ask this one since we saved Everest. Were you born in Prison City, or did your family move there sometime after Charm was born?"
Rocky couldn't say he was surprised to get a question like that from Chase. At least it was a question about where his family lived. "I was born there. It was about as scary as it was before Charm blew it up, but it was a lot harder for me to notice back then because I was inside a lot." Rocky then started to think about something else in regards to his home life. "I don't even know if my parents ever thought about sending me or Charm to school."
"Well if they did, I know you would've passed with flying colows." Zuma assured Rocky, and then he got an idea in regards to what his parents told him. "Hey! My pawents are headed back to their home town for a visit in two weeks. You wanna come with? I know they'd love to have you come!"
"That would be amazing!" Rocky responded, knowing that he'd love to see what Zuma's hometown was like. "Let them know I happily accept any invites!"
Zuma was ecstatic to hear that, and Rocky then spun the bottle, and it landed on Skye; the only pup who hadn't gone yet. Skye barked happily when the bottle landed on her, and Rocky knew she was going to like whatever he had in store for her. "Truth or dare Skye?"
Skye thought for a moment on that one, and she then decided that she was gonna go into daredevil mode. "Dare!"
Rocky looked to Chase with a sly grin, telling Chase that his dare was going to involve him in some way. The mix then looked back at Skye and gave her the dare he had in mind. "I dare you to let Chase slap your butt as hard as he can."
Chase and Skye didn't see that one coming from Rocky. That was definitely more of a Zuma type dare. They both loved the idea though, and as they looked at each other, Chase gave Skye a warning about his strength. "Don't forget that I can't go easy on you Skye. Get ready for one heck of a stinger."
"Oh, I'm ready alright." Skye assured Chase, aiming her butt at him and teasingly shaking it a bit to tell him she was ready. "Give me all you got." Chase happily prepped himself for this spanking and cracked his knuckles before readying his right paw. He knew he had to get this at just the right force, and the looks of anticipation from everyone else meant he knew he had to put on a good show. He raised his paw and lowered it as fiercely as he could, slapping Skye's butt as hard as he could manage, and the slap was immediately followed up by...
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT
...a loud and bassy ten second fart sneaking out of Skye's vibrating butt, hitting Chase with a massive green cloud of rotten apples from what she ate before the game. She couldn't help blushing as brightly as the red spot on her butt, and despite Chase being unfazed, she helped him waft the fart away. Skye then decided to keep the subject on the game with Chase's loving rub nuzzle showing that he wasn't bothered by it. "Okay. Note to self, stop forgetting I fart whenever I raise my butt into the air. Moving on."
Skye spun the bottle, and it landed on Marshall, who was intrigued to see what Skye had in store for him. "I'll go easy on you Marshall. Truth or dare?"
Despite Skye's warning, Marshall felt that he was in more of a truth mode tonight. "I'm not really in a dare mood right now. I'll take another truth."
"Laaaaame!" Zuma announced, making it clear that he wasn't fond of someone taking only truths in this game.
Skye then thought about her question for Marshall, and she thought of one that she felt he would be able to handle quite well. "What was your favorite thing to do back in Twin Flame Island?"
"Definitely spending time with my family." Marshall answered happily, and then he started talking about all the stuff he would do back home. "Where it was playing video games with Flare, racing around the park with him and Margareth, or practicing my singing skills with mom, it always felt amazing!"
Everest was definitely interested in that last one. She'd never heard Marshall sing before. "You can sing Marshall?"
Marshall flinched and blushed softly, but still smiled while chuckling nervously as he looked at Everest. "Well... yeah. Mostly because my mom was such a great teacher."
Everest hoped Marshall would sing for her one day after hearing that. Marshall started hoping for the same as he spun the bottle, and it landed on Claw. "What do you pick Claw? Truth or dare?"
Claw thought this one through a little more, and he decided to go ahead and take a hardball move. "Hit me with a dare!"
Marshall thought about the kind of dare he could give to Claw, and he came up with one that he felt would be perfect to use on him. "I dare you to prank call the Queen of Barkingburg!"
Claw became ecstatic when he heard that, and as soon as Sweetie noticed, she handed him her cell phone. He instantly made the call, and when the Queen picked up, he got ready for the kill. "Yes Sweetie? What do you want? I'm busy getting a pedicure from the-."
*BURRRRRRRRRRP*
Claw rudely interrupted the Queen by letting out a five second burp into the phone and cause the Queen to groan in disgust, as she knew exactly who that was. Claw hung up before she could start shouting, grinning proudly at what he just did with Zuma admitting to that one being lackluster as Claw handed Sweetie her phone back. "Eh. That one was kinda weak Claw dude."
"Maybe. But she got the message." Claw stated proudly, making it clear to Zuma that he needed to teach Claw how exactly a prank call was supposed to work.
Claw spun the bottle, and it landed on Zuma, who was more than excited to take his second turn. "Yes! Two for one baby!"
"You said it." Claw responded, and then he asked the titular question for the game. "Truth or dare Zuma?"
"Dawe me!" Zuma answered, being ready for whatever Claw had in store for him. "Hit me with your best shot!"
Claw did have something in mind, but it wasn't quite the dare that Zuma, or anyone else, would have expected for the game. In fact, it was one that alerted some of them to what was going to become quite the nasty night. "I dare you, to have a fart off, for the longest fart... with me and Chase."
Chase was more than down for participating in this dare, and he stood up while complimenting his butt as he did. "Well if my gorgeous butt is going to participate in this dare, then it might as well let you two know that you've got no chance at success."
BRRRRRUUUUUP
The fart Chase ripped there was only three seconds, but it made the ground rumble a little, and let out a nasty yellow eggy cloud as he unleashed it with his butt vibrating as he did. The others saw what was going to happen, and the others quickly got ready to leave as Zuma gave a smug grin. "I'm always down for a little fwiendly competition." Chase, Claw, and Zuma went into two leg mode and stood next to each other with confident grins. Chase was in the middle, Claw was on the right, and Zuma was on the left. The rest of the pups left the Lookout in a hurry with Chase, Claw, and Zuma being prepared and confident with their butts being shown as they pointed them out, grunted, and let out...
PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
...loud and bassy farts that made all three of their butts vibrate as they unleashed massive yellow rotten egg clouds that surrounded the inside of the Lookout. Ryder, Richie, and Caiomhe were watching on the first floor, and Caiomhe was quick to comment on it. "Even outside the castle, you can't get away from Claw's habits."
Ryder was quick to make a suggestion about how they spend the rest of their day. "I think we should wait up here until their little contest ends."
"Good call. Hopefully it'll be finished by tomorrow." Richie said while watching the monitors in indifference, having expected this to happen sooner or later.
The next day, close to about thirteen hours after the farting started, the rest of the pups were outside with Snow, Marshall, and Sweetie still sleeping. Since Flare, Marshall, Skye, and especially Sweetie, had habits of farting in their sleep, they weren't completely free from gas, but they were at least free from the worst of it. As Marshall and Sweetie started to wake up, Snow was looking cozy on the grass as...
PFFT
...a loud and squeaky fart of liver with a small green cloud woke her up with a startled bark. Everest couldn't help but find this reaction of her sister's cute, and as she looked around, she made it clear that she didn't want it to be brought up. "I don't know what you're thinking... but if it's anything regarding jokes about this... I don't like it."
Chase then left the lookout first with the other two following from behind him, and he happily boasted about how he won the fart off. "Unsurprisingly, the hottest pup, and best farter on the team, was the one who reigned supreme."
As gross as the contest was, Flare had to comment on how long that was as he brought over a cleaning tub to wash Skye's Princess outfit in. "Thirteen hours! You could clear out the whole planet with something like that!"
As Flare started washing the fart scent off of Skye's Princess outfit, Zuma was quick to point out his own fart time. "I made about seven and a half houws myself. I could've swown my wecord was at least a half houw longer."
"It was still impressive, at least compared to most other canines." Claw assured Zuma, and then he proudly boasted about his own fart time. "Not when compared to my ten hours of course, but still."
"Okay, can we stop with the fart bragging please?" Snow asked, being a little tired of farts after last night. "I think I've had enough farting around me for one chapter."
"Yeah, I'm with Snow on that one." Marshall admitted, and then he, of course, had to back this up with another pun after catching whiff of the three pups' odors, along with everyone else. "Still, it was quite the short, but farttastic game."
Marshall snickered at the pun along with Everest, and Sweetie was quick to call it out with distaste. "No." Marshall then started to get a little giddy when Sweetie made what she wanted clear. "Just... do not."
Claw raised his paw with a cheeky smile as he admitted to his own thoughts on the pun. "I liked it."
Skye gave a deadpan smile to Chase as she walked over to him, making it clear what he had to do before their first time. "You may wanna avoid smelling like rotten eggs when we have our first time." Chase winked to the camera proudly, proud to have topped his fart record again. Skye couldn't help rolling her eyes while smiling as Chase did that, showing that she didn't love Chase any less for how gassy he was.
Rock music played as Flare started speaking in regards to what was going to happen in the next part of the next chapter with specific moments being shown. "What's wrong Skye? I thought you'd be happy to see your family. Wait, what!? Wow, that sounds really scary. I can't imagine what Amy must be going through right now. Well I don't know anything about treatments for this stuff, but I can at least join you in helping Amy do something she's always wanted to do!"
Flare finished the announcement with the words Paw Patrol in all blue with red outlines and the title all white with Flare on one and and Marshall on the other. "Next time, Sister of Skye Bartlam! (Flare and Skye were shown talking about Amy with Flare listening closely to learn how to help) Just tell me what to do Skye! We're gonna make Amy's day!"