"What do you pups want?" Harold asked.

"We came to ask you some questions." Chase answered.

"Okay?" Harold said nervously noticing that Marshall was just staring at him.

"Ryder is missing, and we don't know where he is. Maybe you happen to know where he is." Chase reported.

"That's your problem, And besides why as soon as something happens you immediately think it's my fault?" Harold was outraged.

"We know you had something to do with it." Chase said unconvinced.

"It's... Uh... Maybe someone's pretending to be me." Harold said. "Now leave me alone and go find your precious leader!"

He went inside and closed the door. This angered the pups. The detail they found indicated that Harold was definitely involved.

"Harold, open the door right now! We know it was you!" The pups started shouting.

"I had nothing to do with Ryder disappearing. That's your problem not mine." Harold answered.

That answer really pissed Marshall off. Who was already angry to begin with. The pups noticed how Marshall began to heat up, so the pups stepped aside. Suddenly Marshall began to shoot flames from his paws like a flamethrower. In just a few seconds the door was melted. Harold knew he should run, but his legs didn't obey him out of fear. He just stood shocked as Marshall approached him with fire glowing in his eye.

"WHERE, IS, RYDER?!" Marshall yelled angrily.

"I... I don't... I don't know." Harold answered uncertainly.

"Oh, okay then." Marshall knew it was a lie. "So you are of no value to us. So i can get rid of you, and that way there is one less problem for Adventure Bay!"

"NO! No no no! Wait, I'll tell you everything!" Harold covered his face with his hands in anticipation to being set on fire that would turn him into ashes. "I don't know where Ryder is per say. I just know where he might be!" *Harold talks about how Alan and Dylan kidnapped him, and I know where they might be, but doesn't say he hired them. It was them!"

"Then tell us where we can find them?" Chase asked annoyed as he walked up behind Marshall.

"Well I don't know exactly where, but I know that they live in a white camper with gray stripes, and drive a black pick up truck." Harold said hoping that Marshall would believe him.

"If you're lying..." Marshall growled as his paws began to glow faintly orange, the fire in his eyes began to increase turning a bright Orange, and flames shot out of his mouth as if Marshall was about to incinerate Harold.

After seeing Marshall get so mad that smoke and flames started to come out of his mouth. Chase and the other pups slowly backed away from Marshall.

"No! I said everything I know, I swear!" Harold yelled and covered his face with his hands.

Then Marshall calmed down a little. His paws slowly stopped glowing, the fire in his mouth went out. Then the fire in his eyes became a little smaller. He snorted and headed towards the exit. It wasn't until he stepped outside that he noticed his friends. They had never seen Marshall like this. They would never have thought that Marshall could directly threaten someone. They were afraid to approach their friend. The Dalmatian saw this and quickly looked away from them. He realized that he almost seriously hurt or even killed Harold.

"Guys, let's just... Let's just go get Ryder okay?" The Dalmatian said.

The pups followed him hesitantly, trying to keep their distance. And Marshall was choked with Awareness.

The pups then drove to an abandoned trailer park, and found the black truck with the camper attached to the back.