The sun shined down onto the small time of Adventure Bay. The usually lively town was surprisingly quite today. Summer has come and gone, and tourists have left the hotspot. To the townsfolk, it was nice for it to be quite once again. But no one appreciated this more than the towns recuse team
"That was the greatest thirty minutes ever!"
"Marshall, we just went on a hike."
"Yeah, but remember last time I went on a hike, Everest? This was arguably the best thing that could've happened."
"I feel like you overplay how it went."
"I do, but my opinion stands."
Two members of the famous Paw Patrol were out in the wilderness. The Dalmatian and Husky agreed to hang out since it seemed they wouldn't be needed for much else today. They've only been out for around forty minutes. Ten to get there and thirty to walk the trail. As the two made their way back to the Lookout, the famous headquarters of the team, Marshall's pup tag rang, prompting him to answer.
"Yello?"
"Marshall! Get to the Lookout fast! It's an emergency!" The other voice said in a panic. The Dally recognized the voice to belong to Chase.
"What happened? Did someone get hurt?" Marshall responded in a worried tone as he stopped in his tracks.
"No time to explain, just get here!" The Shepherd plead as he hung up. Both Everest and Marshall were left in a state of confusion, but the Dally was more worried than confused.
"Sorry Everest, but looks like they need me. Can you make it back home on your own?" Marshall asked.
"Pfft, I own these woods, Marsh. Go help out, I'll be fine." The Husky responded with a smile. Marshall nodded and waved as he took off in the direction of the Lookout, leaving Everest alone. She sighed and sat down, fidgeting with her pup tag before calling someone.
"What's good, Everest? Everything fine?" The voice asked.
"Everything's cool, Jake. Just... can you pick me up?" The Husky said as she nervously fidgeted her paws.
"Ouch, M Dog bailed on you?" Jake asked with a slight concerned tone.
"It's not like that! Well... sorta? Can you come get me please?" She plead again.
"Say no more sister, be there soon!" Jake responded as he hung up, leaving Everest in her thoughts. It was barely the afternoon by this point, that meant there was a lot of time to kill for the Husky. She thought about what she could do once Jake arrived and they were back up the mountain. Multiple options raced by her mind, but nothing seemed convincing.
"Eh, I guess I'll just rot in bed today." She said as she laid down.
Marshall made it back to the Lookout in record time. Once near the entrance, he slowed down in hopes of not wiping out. Something he's been working on as he got older. The young pup walked through the entrance door to be met by five pups huddled in a circle. Rocky, the Recycling pup, poked his head out as he saw Marshall.
"Marshall! Over here!" The Mix Breed whispered to the Dalmatian, who was rightfully confused but made his way over in between a Labrador and the Mix.
"What's the problem, guys?" The Dalmatian questioned.
"Everything! That's the problem!" Chase abruptly yelled, taking all five pups by surprise. "Paw Patrol! To the hideout!" The Shepherd announced as he ran out, being followed by Rubble and Rocky. While the other three pups sat confused.
"Any of you dudes know about a hideout?" Zuma questioned, getting shrugs in response.
"No clue what he was talking about, but I am very much interested!" Skye said as she walked out to follow. Zuma gave Marshall a look and shrugged, following right behind the Cockapoo. Soon enough Marshall followed behind.
Under a tree behind the Lookout, there was a big hole. Big enough to fit a whole person if needed. Some of the pups always thought it was just there for some reason and never thought too much of it, but clearly there was more than was being let on. Chase first crawled through, completely disappearing. Following was Rubble, then Rocky. Both disappearing as well. Marshall, Skye, and Zuma came over and looked down the massive hole. It was pitch black and looked like it fell endlessly.
"Well... that's something..." The Dalmatian said uneased.
"Are we sure it's even safe to go that?" Skye wondered as she continued to examine the hole.
"I mean, the others went down already, and I'm not hearing cries for help" Zuma tried to answer.
"You guys are bigger than me though... odds are I could at least get hurt going down." The Cockapoo tried to reason.
"That's true..." The three continued to watch the hole, thinking of their next move. Until suddenly... Marshall watched in horror as Zuma shoved Skye down the hole. Her letting out a small squeal as she fell.
"ZUMA! Why would you do that?!" The Dalmatian freaked out running over to the hole in hopes to seeing Skye okay.
"It was a leap of faith, Marshall dude. If she's okay, then we'll be fine!" Zuma wagged his tail as he waited. Marshall was still confused and wanted to understand Zuma's thought process here.
Beep Beep
Zuma's pup tag went off.
"You LOW LIFE JERK! What's wrong with you?!" A female voice cried out. They got their answer.
"Great! You lived, now we can go down!" Zuma said as he grabbed Marshall and jumped down the hole. To their disappointment, they landed pretty quick.
"Hey, what gives?" The Labrador expressed his displeasure.
"It wasn't that deep! Just very dark." Skye said, walking up to the duo, who let go of each other and stood up. "I'm going to get you back, eventually." The female said in a stern tone.
The trio made way to the end of the small tunnel they found themselves in and revealed a surprisingly big room. Though the walls and floor was all dirt, it was still impressive of the layout and the fact it hasn't even caved in. There was a treat dispenser in the left side of the room next to a small TV, the right side had a small rug with three dog beds layed out on it, and in front of them was a table with what looked like to be a board game. At the table was Chase, Rubble, and Rocky. The three watched and waited for the other trio to come over.
"Why haven't you guys told us about this place?" The Dalmatian questioned.
"It was originally a side project of mine, for undisclosed reasons, and when Chase found out, he pitched this as a little hang out area!" Rubble proudly explained.
"And truthfully, we forgot to tell you guys about this." Chase tried to explain.
"Does Ryder know about this?" Skye wondered.
"Nope! And I rather keep it that way. You know how he can get if we mess with the infrastructure of the Lookout." Chase exclaimed.
"What's up with the board game?" Zuma wondered himself, asking the real questions.
"Oh, Liberty left this here last time she visited. Super cool stuff, maybe we'll show it to you guys next time she's here!" Rocky explained. But only got glares in response.
"You guys told Liberty, but not us?! The other three full time members of the team?" Skye complained, with the two boys beside her crossing their arms to act like they were mad too.
"It-It was just in the moment-"
"Don't consider yourselves full time anymore pups!" Chase interrupted the Mix. "I called you all here for this exact reason. I believe... Ryder is ending the Paw Patrol!"
To Chase's surprise, no one gave him the reaction he expected. He looked at each pup to make sure he was seeing this right. He cleared his throat.
"I said... Ryder is ending the Paw Patrol!" He exclaimed once again, receiving no reactions once again. "Guys, come on, work with me here." His ears fell flat in disappointment.
"I mean, what is there to say? We've all been expecting this to happen eventually, right?" Rocky was the first to answer. The pups gave different looks and opinions to what the Mix said.
"All I would be concerned about is, are we being kicked out? Do we become strays?" Skye worried.
"Yeah, now that you mention it like that... this feels very sudden." The Bulldog thought. The five pups started discussing to each other every possible situation, of course the bad ones being first. Chase let out a loud bark, grabbing everyone's attention.
"No one's getting kicked out! I've already thought of a plan, in fact. With Rocky's help, of course." The Shepherd prompted over to the Mix Breed, who cleared his throat as he walked over to a whiteboard near the table.
"It's a very simple solution, but it's going to be grueling, tiresome, stressful, anything that sounds like it'll take effort, that is what you'll feel." Rocky continued. Writing those exact words on the whiteboard.
"You're acting like what we've been doing isn't already that." Marshall scoffed.
"You're not wrong, Marshall. But, the difference is... this will be something we're not use to. In hopes of Ryder allowing us to stay here, we'll pretty much be paying rent for now." The Mix went on.
"But, we don't earn money! Honestly I don't think I've ever had money like... ever." Skye questioned the plan.
"That's why we'll have to make money!" Rocky said as he made his way back to the group. All pups except Chase gave him confused looks.
"Wait, Rocky... you don't mean..."
"That's right, Zuma. We need to get..."
"A job? Why would I give you a job?"
"Because I asked."
"He has a point, Captain Boss Mister Sid, Sir!"
After the sudden news revealed to the rest of the team, The soon to be former Paw Patrol were now on a job hunt. Each member scattered around Adventure Bay in hopes of someone hiring. Zuma went for an easy route. Though he believed working with Captain Turbot would be a lot better, he felt he might as well explore his options. And conveniently, Sid Swashbuckle and his first mate Arrby were in town.
"Well... what can you do for us, Zoomer?" Sid questioned the Labrador.
"I can do whatever you need me to do, dude. Also, it's Zuma" Zuma said standing tall.
"Oooh, that was a good answer, Captain!" Arrby seemed amazed that someone would even consider to join them. He knew their reputation wasn't the cleanest, but he still found it fascinating.
"I like your attitude pup! Luckily for you, I've been needing a boat cleaner recently!" The Pirate said as he went over to grab a bucket and mop. "Now get to work! Your minimum wage will be four bones Bi weekly!" Zuma was completely taken by surprise after he said that.
"Bones? Dude, I need money!" The Labrador barked as Sid gave him an amused face.
"Money? You're a funny pup, Zoba!" Sid laughed, until he realized the pup was being serious. "Wait are you serious?"
Both Arrby and Sid gave each other awkward looks as Zuma grew more and more impatient.
"Zuma, we're pirates. Pirates are not really known to have money... especially in this economy!" Arrby tried to explain.
"Exactly! Why do you think we steal for a living? I just need, need, need some dough!" Zuma had a dumbfounded expression the whole time they were trying to explain themselves.
"Captain, we have a lot of dough inside."
"No, no, Arrrrby. It's a phrase for money!"
"Wow! Where'd you learn that?"
"That's the best part! I don't remember! So, I made it by default!"
"Woohoo!"
Both pirates broke out into a little dance, seemingly forgetting that Zuma was watching all of this unfold in front of him. He sighed and walked off the ship, not being acknowledged once by the duo.
"Hope the others are having a better time at this."
"This is quite impressive, miss Skye!"
"Well, I do pride myself to keep a clear resume!"
Skye was near the outskirts of Adventure Bay. She thought she could have better odds at finding something that could be less stressful and not right in the middle of the town, so she set her eyes on a old broken down building. Outside, it had a sign that it was hiring, so the Cockapoo took a chance.
"Honestly, Miss Skye. You're probably the most credentialed pup here! Most credentialed someone here as a matter of fact!" A slightly older female Rottweiler exclaimed. They sat at a desk that Skye assumed was the workers area.
"Soooo... Did I get the job?" The Cockapoo questioned.
"You were probably hired the moment you walked in, Miss Skye! Welcome to the team!" The Rottweiler cheered. Skye yipped and did her signature backflip. Shaking the bigger dogs paw, they walked over to where Skye believed she would be stationed.
"Wow! This place is top notch!" Skye was pleased with the small room that totally wasn't a closet. It was surrounded by white walls, so it wasn't much to look at, but it was enough for her. A small table near her height rested on the carpet, with a old looking laptop laying on top. "I realized I never really asked, what exactly do I do here?" She quickly questioned.
"Great question! We specialize in the extraterrestrial! We watch the skys and observe for any signs of out of this world creatures!" The Rottweiler proudly explained. Skye gave her an amused face.
"Well, I think you would interested to know I actually met an alien once!" Skye said proudly, but all she got in response was a hysterical laugh by her colleague.
"Oh, sweet, young, Miss Skye. Everyone knows aliens aren't real! This is just a marketing ploy so we can fund our true goal!" The Rottweiler began.
"And... that is?" Slye raised her eyebrow.
"A coffee shop! I've been wanting to open my own super chill coffee shop ever since I was able to think. And thankfully, Mayor Goodway is so full of it, she is willing to fund a project with no background history!" She chuckled at the thought. Skye knew exactly what she had to do. She couldn't let these criminals get away with pretty much stealing the towns money for a passion project. She had to intervene.
"Hey! In case you forgot, I'm a member of the Paw Patrol! And I'm pretty sure what you guys are doing is illegal, so let me call one of my-"
"You'll be payed seven an hour, weekly." Maybe, just maybe, she could let it slide for once.
"So, when do I start?"
Chase and Rocky went together, thinking since it was their combined idea, might as well work together. To Chase's surprise, Rocky already had a list of jobs ready for the two to explore. Though unfortunately, it hasn't been going well.
"I don't get it, Rocky. Is no one hiring around here?" Chase asked the Mix as they sat on a bench near the park they played at. Rocky rubbed his chin while in thought.
"I mean, summer did just end, and I would imagine seasonal jobs aren't around anymore."
"But what about Halloween? That's coming up, and I'm sure they'll need workers for that!"
"I bet they would, but we don't have until Halloween, Chase. Who knows when Ryder will kick us out!" Both pups slouched onto the bench.
It almost seemed hopeless now. The sky now had a orange haze, signaling that sunset was near, and they still haven't had much progress today. Chase still had an idea, but it was more of a last resort in case this exact thing happened. Which it did to his dismay. He grunted and got off the bench.
"I have one last idea Rock, but you're probably not going to like it." The Shepherd announced.
"What makes you say that?"
"Let's just say, I know a guy, who knows a pup, who knows a guy that could maybe, and thats a hard maybe, hire us." Rocky seemed more skeptical as Chase went on, but even he could admit it felt like they were out of options.
"Alright, I'll follow your lead on this." Both pups entered Chase's police cruiser and took off east.
To Rocky's surprise, the drive was much longer than he anticipated. He felt like he was getting more anxious the longer the drive went on, but soon, their surroundings would get more foggy. The sky looked almost pitch black, with a hint of grey. It felt like they entered the complete opposite of Adventure Bay, and to the Mix's shock, that's exactly where they were.
"Chase, why are we in Foggy Bottom?"
"I told you, you weren't going to like it."
The cruiser continued on it's path, soon going offroad near the shoreline where a beach filled of rocks was. Carefully maneuvering passed, they stopped in front of a clearly fake wall.
"Alright, ready?" Chase asked Rocky who looked displeased at what he was seeing. Chase didn't look any better, but he knew what had to be done. For the sake of the team, and having a roof over their heads. Both pups hopped out and slowly made their way to the wall, before Chase knocked on it. For awhile they stood in silence, waiting for any signs of life. Knocking again, they got the same treatment.
"Well, looks like he isn't here! Let's get goin-"
The wall finally opened, revealing Kitty Chase, a member of the Kitty Catastrophe Crew. He looked very confused when he came face to face with two members of the Paw Patrol. While the cat turned around and ran for it, both pups looked at each other and shrugged, entering the secret hideout. Soon they entered a room they were familiar with, as they've been here plenty of times.
"Mayor Humdinger! Are you here?" Chase called out, hearing his voice echo off the walls. Rocky took the time to examine the hideout.
While Chase continued the search for the Mayor. Rocky was somewhat impressed by the gadgets and tools the Mayor had sitting around. Chase on the other hand felt creeped out. He never liked the look of the hideout. It was always too dull, grey, just straight up boring to him. But it also just gave him weird vibes. Finally they heard sounds of footsteps.
"Now I don't know why you mutts are here, but those lemurs are mine, fair and square!" The Mayor protested walking out of a tight hole, revealing himself to the duo.
"Wh- Lemurs? What lemurs?" Chase questioned.
"O-oh... you weren't here for that?"
"No..."
The mayor quickly stumbled and stuttered.
"Well, what are you here for then? Snooping around I see?"
"We're here to see if you're hiring, by any chance." Rocky revealed to the Mayor, who was taken off guard by that reveal.
"You want to work?"
"Yup."
"For me?"
"Not like there's other options."
"Well... That actually works perfectly!"
Marshall and Rubble also decided to tag team on their journey for employment. And luckily for them, they got hired pretty quickly.
"Okay you two. All you got to do, when any defects come down the conveyor, you put them in the blue box to your left. You do this for eight hours every weekday. One thirty minute lunch, two ten minute breaks. Communication is key here boys! So good luck!" A man wearing a dark blue polo shirt with a company name said to the two pups before him.
Marshall and Rubble both had to wear dark blue vests as their company outfits. Their job was to move around a load of random stuff. Packages, mail, somethings that should be considered illegal, but it wasn't their problem. As long as they got it done. They both got set up at their stations and luckily were near each other.
"Man, I'm so excited! Just wait until Ryder hears about this!" Marshall wagged in excitement.
"I know right? Who knew having a job could be so thrilling!" The conveyor started moving after Rubble spoke and both pups got ready.
"So, what would a defect like look?" Marshall wondered.
"I'm assuming anything that looks, like, broken or something." Both pups saw a bunch of packages start coming towards the slowly.
After awhile, they kept watching, and watching, and watching. Marshall could have sworn it has been an hour at least, but looking up at a clock in the factory, it's only been five minutes. He was confused. Nothing looked out of place, everything looked completely normal. So he felt like this was just apart of the job, waiting for the defect. Rubble on the other hand...
"Rubble, what are you doing?" Marshall caught a glimpse of the Bulldogs side, and he was tossing everything into the defect bins.
"I'm just guessing really, maybe it's like a guessing game! You just try your best and get a score or something when we're done!" Marshall liked his way of thinking, and started doing the same thing as him.
After some time, Rubbles stomach growled.
"Welp, time for lunch!"
"But, Mister boss man said to take our lunch near our sixth hour and it's only been a hour, no?" Marshall swore he remembered hearing that, but Rubble waved it off.
"And my stomach says otherwise, come on!" Rubble walked off while Marshall thought about it. Shrugging, he left his station as well, completely unoccupied.
While in the break room, both pups looked at the vending machine that was in front of them.
"Look at all those options!" Rubble eyed every single number.
"Options that require money, something we don't have." Marshall reminded, which made the Bulldog droop his head. But then, an idea sparked.
"What if I try to go into it? I'm small enough!" Marshall gave the Bulldog a blank stare, but truthfully, he was a little hungry too, so what the heck.
"Go for it buddy" Rubble seems as determined as ever. Trying to fit his body through the bottom compartment, he quickly faced the reality of the situation.
"Oh crud..." He shook, wiggled, and jittered as much as he could. But he wouldn't budge. "Marshall!" He yelled grabbing the Dalmatian's attention. "Pull my tail!"
"Ew, gross! I know what you did last time you told someone to do that!" The Dally protested.
"Just do it! I think I'm stuck" Marshall sighed and braced for impact, but once he pulled, he learned what Rubble said was true. He kept at it in hopes of saving his friend but his body was too lodged in. "Pull harder!" The Bulldog plead. Marshall postured up on his hine legs and yanked hard on the pups bottom half. Rocking the vending machine back and forth. Soon, the machine would start leaning towards him.
"Uh oh..." Marshall quickly jumped out of the way as the machine landed face first on the floor, shattering the screen into pieces. Marshall gasped at the sight.
"Rubble! Are you okay!?" He got no answer, using as much strength as he could, he managed to flip the machine over on its back, revealing Rubble, who was chowing down on engery bars.
"Told ya it'll work!" He said with his mouth full. Marshall laughed at the sight and grabbed a bar for himself. "Let's be quick! We only got ten minutes left!
After the duo had their feast, they returned to their stations. Which were a sight to behold. Somehow, someway, both of their conveyors caught on fire. Countless workers ran around trying to put out the fire and unblock the machine filled with packages. Their boss caught a quick glimpse of the two and stared into their souls.
"MARSHALL! RUBBLE!" The man screamed bloody murder.
"That's our cue to leave!" Marshall said as both pups made a run for it with their former boss following right behind.
"I'm telling you, Katie, I haven't seen any of them since the morning when I was talking to Jake! They're not even answering my calls!"
"I don't know, Ryder. I haven't seen them around at all either."
Ryder returned to the Lookout after being away for most of the day, and to his surprise, no one was around. At first he assumed they went on a mission, but Chase would always let him know beforehand. But this was different. No trace of the pups was anywhere. Only Chase's cruiser was gone. He felt like the worst happened.
"Katie, what are the odds someone pupnapped them?" The Boy raced through almost every worst case scenario in his head.
"I don't really think anyone has a reason to pupnap them. Unless it somehow involves Mayor Humdinger..."
Ryder knew exactly what he had to do. Without a second thought, or thought at all. He raced out of the Lookout in search for his missing pups. But to his surprise, as he ran out, both Chase and Rocky were walking up to the entrance. Almost making Ryder crash into them.
"Oh my gosh! Where have you guys been?" Ryder said as he embraced the duo. Both pups looked out of it. Their fur were a mess, they had a very specific smell, and Chase's nose looks like it's been through the gutter.
"Just doing our part, Ryder sir." The Shepherd responded in a dry tone.
"Mayor Humdinger put us through some of the wildest jobs ever, like I could probably write an entire book based on what we did! But, he made us sign NDA's." Rocky whined.
"So Humdinger was behind your pupnappings! I'm going to show that guy what's-"
"What? No, Ryder, we work for him now." This took the Leader by surprise. Rocky didn't think Ryder knew about what they were doing for most of the day, but clearly no one has told him anything.
"What?! Did he force you-"
"Willing"
"Did-"
"No."
"I... I don't understand?"
Rocky looked over to Chase, who looked like he was fighting a personal battle between consciousness. Nudging him, the Shepherd snapped out of his trance and faced his owner.
"What happened now?" Rocky sighed and walked into the Lookout. Leaving Chase and Ryder.
"Why were you two working for Humdinger?"
"Well... Look, I know how you feel about being nosey sometimes, but I couldn't help it! Your conversation was so weird and random, I felt obligated to listen a little." The Shepherd tried to explain.
"What are you... Agh! Were you listening to what me and Jake were talking about this morning?" Chase nodded slowly, refusing to make eye contact. "Chase, dude! What did I say about snooping?"
"I know, but come on! It was interesting... ish. But it took me off guard when you said you were going to end the Paw Patrol. So, me and the others have been trying to get jobs so you don't kick us out for being freeloaders!"
Ryder gave a confused expression at first, until he realized what the Shepherd was talking about. Facepalming, he sighed and got down to eye level with Chase.
"Chase, that was a joke."
"What?"
"I didn't mean it. It was just funny in the moment."
"Oh..."
Both members looked at each other in silence, so quiet the sound of the breeze was the loudest sound that could be heard in the moment.
"Also, why did you think I would kick you guys out?" Ryder interrupted the silence. Chase shrugged awkwardly.
"I don't know... us just sorta being there with no purpose, just assumed you were going to get tired of us eventually and kick us out."
"Chase, I would never do that! Even if I wanted to, I have morals." The Boy puffed out proudly. "You guys are pretty much my whole life. Without you guys, I'm a nobody." He laughed, while Chase looked shocked.
"That's not true! Without you, none of this would even be here or possible!
"And the same could be said about you guys."
Admittedly, Chase never really thought of it like that. For as long as the team have been together, which has been pretty much his whole life, he always thought Ryder could just replace them with better, faster, and healthier pups if anything ever happened. But to Ryder, no one in the team was replaceable. Everyone played their role and without one, their puzzle was always missing a piece. Suddenly, Chase embraced the Boy in return as Ryder returned the favor, as the two sat in place for a moment, not noticing Rocky watching them from the entrance.
"Sooo." Rocky cleared his throat grabbing the two's attention. "We don't have to get jobs anymore?" Ryder chuckled to the Mix's question.
"I won't stop you guys. If you want to make money, be my guest."
"Heck no! After what happened today, I rather do community service and get things for free all the time!" Rocky said shivering at the thought of working like that again. Chase nodded in agreement.
"I think we rather stick to what we know best." Ryder looked around and noticed the sun was no longer in the horizon. The midnight blue of the night sky was now taking over the sky and it made the Boy realize that the four other pups were still missing.
"Do you guys know when the others get back?" Both pups looked at each other and shrugged, giving Ryder his answer. Sighing, he walked into the Lookout.
"Guess we could just wait for them to get back."
"Okay, well... that was all very informative."
After awhile, specifically two hours, the remaining pups returned to the Lookout. They all looked messy and tired. Clearly today was one of the days of all time for them. They all informed Ryder on what they each have been up to, Ryder being the most concerned for Marshall and Rubble since it sounded like there was a crazed businessman out for blood somewhere.
"We're sorry Ryder... We all tried, we really did! But, working is hard..." Skye whimpered, the other pups shared the same feelings.
"Wait, don't you still have a job, Skye? Yours sounded like an actual good experience." Zuma questioned the female, who awkwardly scratched her neck.
"Yeaaah, things happened and... I got layed off."
"Hey, I'm seeing signs of something in the atmosphere." A female Rottweiler walked over to Skye, who actually had a reading of something strange entering earth.
"Wait... That's... No way!" She started freaking out.
"What do we do?" Skye wondered.
"How should I know? We never do anything, that's the perks of this job! Everyone freak out!" The Rottweiler yelled, as the whole building started yelling and running around.
"Okay pups, back to the main subject." Ryder grabbed their attention again. "I already gave my speech to Chase, so to summarize. No one is getting kicked out!"
The Pups, that didn't know already, cheered.
"If you want to have a second job, by all means, go ahead."
All pups, except one, booed.
"That is all, you guys are dismissed. I'll get dinner ready and it's off to bed!" Ryder finished with all pups nodding and some even thanking him.
After the team enjoyed their dinner, Ryder went straight to bed and asked Chase to make sure everyone goes to sleep as soon as possible. With some down time, the team hung out in the Lookout.
"Everyone agree to not trust a word Chase says if it's not mission related?" Marshall questioned everyone, getting nods in agreement. To Chase's dismay.
"Come on, it was a perfectly justified hunch! You guys would've assumed the same." Chase pouted.
"Maybe, but it's fun to dog on you and your brash decision making." Rocky chuckled, causing everyone to chuckle, even Chase.
"At least we learned something today." Skye pitched in.
"That payed work is for bums, and should forever stick to what we know, no matter how tedious it gets?" Zuma attempted to answer.
"Right on the money, Zuma."
"Well, I believe we all earned a good nights rest, and I will be the first to use that privilege. Night guys!" Rubble announced making his way to his pup house. The five pups waved in response and some even followed.
"Guess everything turned out fine. Everyone stays happy." The Shepherd said while getting up on all fours.
"Feel like we should tell Mayor Humdinger we quit though." Rocky looked uneased when mentioning the name. Both pups looked at each for a bit in thought.
"Nah." They both responded with laughter following.
All pups made their way to their pup houses, saying goodnight to each other before drifting off after one of their most interesting days. They much rather stick to what they already know. While some might not be against giving it a shot again, for now, it's clear where they belong. The glistening glow of the moon shined over the quiet town of Adventure Bay as the night became calmer by the second. As the town grew quieter, and lights dimmed. The Paw Patrol knew what is was like to have a true, Nine to Five.
"Skye, dude. Why do you have a shovel?"
"I told you, I would get you back."
Zuma sighed.
"Just not the muzzle please, I pride myself in my looks."