AN: it was my Birthday when I posted this. why? well, why not? also, I am in a hype to introduce a new character, cause, well, I have a ton. I noticed from some Canadians on my traffic graph for this story, so whoever you are, do you know any Canadian folklore. that would really help, and I might fiture it in the story. also, sorry for deleting the story, and reposting it. I had a review that was REALLY uncalled for, as well as immoral and very illegal, and didn't know how to delete a review. Hehe. I have nothing else to say, so, here we go.

Chapter 1

*Meep Meep! Meep Meep! Meep Meep! *

Marshall groaned, feeling for the button to stop the sound. It had been a long time since he was assigned to a rescue, which was surprising since there was an emergency on a daily basis. Marshall accidently knocked over the alarm clock, which managed to get it to stop. Standing up, the pup yawned. He then remembered to check up on chase, make sure he was okay…with his sleep deprivation and all. Which was why he was surprised to hear Chase's voice on the megaphone he had.

"Rise and shine, pups. Let's get those muscles moving." he heard chase said.

Marshall blinked. To confirm that he wasn't somehow hearing things, he looked outside of the pup house to see the german shepherd, looking freshly groomed and his outfit and pup pack washed. Marshall blinked, and then stuffed his head in the snow, and looked back to see Chase looking at him weird, confirming he wasn't dreaming.

The pups then lined up. Next to Marshall was Rocky, clever, eco-friendly, enthusiastic, open-minded, and though aquaphobic, the mix breed does not talk much about his life before the PAW patrol, but all they did know was that Rocky had been the second dog to join the paw patrol, Chase finding him washed up, next to a sparrow. Next to Rocky is Rubble, a bottomless pit, rarely satisfied by any food. Though looking tough, Rubble is actually really emotional, soft on things that are…well, soft, despite being an orphan that came to the lookout's doorstep. He is also paranoid, scared of ghosts and monsters, though not real.

The small cockapoo next to the bulldog was Skye, Chase's girlfriend. Dependable, fearless, energetic, Skye is very smart, loving to be in the air. Very lovable by the pup family, she has a soft spot for cute things, and though she had a fall out with her mother, she still likes having her fur groomed. Though friendly and playful, she has a rivalry with Zuma and often teases him.

Zuma…well, the chocolate labrador is very laid-back and calm. Loyal, he is often relaxed, having a sunny and optimistic attitude, often having a good attitude, and he has a liking for sea creatures. But nowadays, Zuma is utterly silent, not saying more than a sentence or two PER DAY! If you ask Marshall or Rocky, they are both worried about him, knowing he has some low self-esteem from the time at the carnival, where he lost some carnival games. Rocky, Zuma's closest friend, often tries to talk to Zuma, but he often pushes him away. Marshall was starting to worry if Zuma was starting to get depressed.

They started on flexibility, doing some yoga. This was Marshall's personal favorite, being very skilled in pup-fu (dog version of kung-fu.). And the yoga often helped Marshall to be more flexible during missions, as well as honing his pup-fu skills. Marshall looked over to Zuma, who looked bored, which was a rarity. But then again, with him spending no time on rescues, what is he supposed to do? Marshall knew how Zuma felt, since his assignments were growing less and less. Marshall used this time to try to talk to Zuma, although he spent most of his time in the basement of the lookout, where he was going when Ryder called for breakfast. Now Marshall was curious. What the heck was Zuma doing down there? Looking around for memories? Is it where he kept a tally?

"You okay, Marshall?"

The dalmatian thoughts were interrupted by Chase, which brought up another question.

"So, how did you sleep?" Marshall asked.

Chase took a deep sigh, his face looking out into the distance, with a dreamy look on his face. "Felt like heaven on earth."

Marshall chuckled. They started back on eating their breakfast, which consists of sausage and banana bread, as well as some cinnamon apple oatmeal. After a while, Marshall asked again "but seriously, how did you sleep?"

Chase tilted his head, looking confused. It took a moment for Chase to understand what he was saying "ohhh" Chase said after a few moments. "Apparently, my dad had a brother named Brutus, who let me sleep at his place."

"Wait." Marshall said, "your dad had a brother."

"Yeah." Chase said, now sounding sad. "He…didn't make it in his military training."

Marshall frowned and sighed. Most of the pups that came here were orphans, Ryder being kind enough to bring them in. Chase wasn't one of them, being brought by a retired military veteran named Cornelia. She later passed away. This made Marshall worried about his own family, which was big, with the...incident and all.

"You still haven't answered my question though." Chase replied, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," Marshall said, "just worried about Zuma."

Chase then raised an eyebrow, and started to look around the room, only to not find the chocolate labrador. Chase then started to look worried. Marshall sighed. How could he, of all pups, not notice.

"Is there a problem?"

Marshall sighed again. "Out of rescue's, Zuma is getting the short end of the stick."

Chase raised an eyebrow once more "he is the water rescue dog; I think it is expected."

"Sure, but I don't think the introduction of the sea patrol helps." Marshall pointed out. "And we both know that Zuma has a rather low ego."

Chase opened and closed his mouth, no words coming out of it. Then finally, Chase said, "I think you should check on Zuma."

Marshall wondered why he didn't think about that in the first place. Marshall nodded, "I think I should bring him his breakfast as well."

After they were finished, Marshall picked up Zuma's breakfast, balancing on his head and back, and headed to the basement of the lookout. Marshall doesn't usually go down there, especially since the item's they found over the years, like the mask of the monkey queen, the weird orange meteor, an ancient track maker and many others that he couldn't, since the boxes that were in there could make Indiana Jones jealous. But Marshall could have sworn more and more stuff is vanishing.

The minute he got down, there was a very long hallway, wall to wall with cargo boxes with who-knows-what inside.

"Zuma!" Marshall shouted, his voice echoing, "where are you? Don't you want breakfast?"

Silence. Marshall sighed and walked through the hallway. His footfalls echoed, reminding him of some kind of air force garage. Occasionally, he looks right and left to check for the water pup, make sure his food is still on his back, and shout Zuma's name. After some time, one noticed something red out of the corner of his eye. He turned. Was that yarn? Weird, he didn't recall any yarn in here, of all places. Unless…

Marshall sighed. Does Humdinger ever learn his lesson? So, as slowly as he could, he sneaked behind a corner, and quickly turned his head, only to see a hallway, a ball of yarn, and a dim light. Now Marshall was curious, which was frequent. He followed the yarn to the ball, then noticed something at the corner of his eye. He looked, and his eyes widened. Was Zuma, okay?

Before him were dozens of pictures, newspapers, and such, some with yarn around and going to pins that held them. There were also marker writings, commenting and asking questions. One was a picture of foggy bottom, the best they could get, which wasn't saying much, with a writing next to it saying, "why the fog" and "what's in there". Another was a picture of a skye and her cousin, a mer-pup named coral. There was a line, with red arrows and both ends in between them, saying "how is this possible." Another was a picture of Sylvie, a border collie that was Chase's rival in the sheep herding contest. She has a gold medal around her neck, and she is grinning like an Olympic athlete There was a circle around her, saying "who is she?"

"Hi Mawshall," a voice behind the dalmatian said.

Marshall jumped, Zuma, food in the air. The dalmatian yelped, catching the bowl of oatmeal with his mouth, the sausage with his left front paw, and the banana bread with his right back paw. He sighed, thankful that Zuma's foot didn't spill.

Zuma chuckled, helping Marshall with his predicament.

"Sorry about that." Marshall said, then he looked at the board where the conspiracy theory chart was. "Please tell me this isn't you."

"I am the only one down hewe." Zuma said, choosing to eat his banana bread first, "why ask?"

"This," Marshall indicated to the board. "I mean, you have dog anatomy up here connected to a picture of coral and Skye. What is this about?"

Zuma had finished his banana bread and was now continuing to eat oatmeal. "Just some things I've noticed."

Marshall nodded, "okay, but what about a painting of that…monkey person?"

"Sun Wukong," Zuma said in-between bites "the monkey king."

"Yea, that," Marshall said, "why is that connected to the monkey queen mask and the pup-fu scroll?"

Zuma has moved on to his sausage, "Does that not stwike you as odd?"

Marshall paused, "we'll, no." then it dawned on him "you were down here when you weren't need…I mean called out?" Marshall said, not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings.

"Yep," Zuma said.

"Look," Marshall said, sympathetic "I know how it feels to be useless. Believe me, it's day by day, but trust me, your part of our family. You're special and let no one tell you anything different. And we are honored to have you in the team."

Zuma smiled, now finished with his breakfast. "Thanks, Mawshall." The labrador then walked over to where Marshall was and sat by him. "But look at this, thewe is so much that thewe with no explanation fow. What is in Foggy bottom, who is Sylvie, why can we talk?"

Zuma then looked at Marshall "Think about it, how much do you know about advantuwe bay?"

Marshall pursed lips in thought. Zuma did have a point. Some of the rescues were plain crazy and strange.

"And how do you plan to prove all of this?" Marshall asked.

"Easy. by going thewe and testing." Zuma said, gleeful.

Marshall blinked. "You. are planning. To go to places and test these objects. If you're right about any of this," Marshall waved at the board, sounding genuinely worried, "then imagine what they might do to you."

"I have nothing else to do." Zuma shrugged, "also, imagine what we might discovew. We can finally know about the city we are in. we can finally know what stuff, like the monkey mask, does."

The two hesitated. Marshall sighed. "Fine. but I'm coming with you."

Now it was Zuma's turn to be surprised. "Are you suwe? Some stuff is scawy. And aren't you needed hewe."

Marshall sighed, "To be honest, I have the same problem as you."

"Have almost no Wescues to be apawt of?"

"Bingo," Marshall said, "and I think you need to be kept safe."

"Suite youwself." Zuma said.

Zuma collected his bowl, and he and Marshall walked back into the cargo labyrinth. Marshall noticed Zuma looking around at the boxes. Marshall then realizes that there is enough stuff here to last a lifetime. How on earth did they have that much stuff? And how come Ryder never told what was in them? Personally, Marshall didn't really think that Zuma's theories were right. But Zuma seemed to be invested in this, and Marshall didn't want to burst his friend's bubble. Besides, he never knows what might lurk in the adventure bay.

The two entered the elevator, and Marshall smiled about a joke.

"So." Marshall said, "what's the first adventure in adventure bay?"

Zuma laughed. "We'll, my extraordinary spotted friend, why don't we start at Sensei Yumi's farm."

AN: another short chapter, hopefully this doesn't happen every time. anyway, justice for Zuma, and, again, if you noticed anything odd in the show, the Paw patrol, let me know. I would love to hear it. this is Endomantis signing of. until lest chapter. bye