Marshall was always a naive pup. While his friends were busy saving lives and fighting crime in Adventure Bay, Marshall spent most of his time dreaming about his favorite foods, waffles, ice cream, and pizza. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he meant well.
One day, while basking in the sun, Marshall had a crazy idea.
- Zuma isn't really a pup!...he exclaimed, not realizing he was talking out loud...She a demon in disguise!
Rubble and Rocky, two of the most gullible members of the PAW Patrol, overheard Marshall's bizarre claims.
- Really?!...Rubble asked, his ears perking up...How do you know?
Marshall smiled, proud of his own "genius".
- Of course! Have you seen how well she swims? And her fur is always so shiny and chocolatey, like a devil's fur! And she never eats pizza with us. She's clearly not of this world!
Rocky and Rubble exchanged nervous glances. Deep down, they knew this was ridiculous. But it was hard to argue with Marshall's conviction. Marshall had eaten pineapple pizza, after all, and he was allergic to pineapples. Logical, right?
From that day on, the three of them began to "investigate" Zuma. They followed her everywhere, writing down suspicious behavior in a notebook.
- Zuma just went swimming again! Definitely a demon! Marshall would scribble.
- Zuma won't share her toys! Demonic selfishness! Rocky would add.
Meanwhile, Zuma was blissfully unaware of what was going on behind her back. She was too busy falling deeply in love with Chase. She had spent months gathering the courage to tell him how she felt.
Finally, the day came. Zuma led Chase to a secluded spot by the bay, her heart pounding in her chest. She began her confession.
- Chase, I…I…I love you! I want to be more than friends!
Chase's ears perked up in surprise, then a goofy smile spread across his face.
- I love you too, Zuma! I've wanted to tell you for so long say!
Both pups leaned in for their first kiss. But as their noses touched, Zuma felt a rough rope wrap around her hind legs and pulled away with a startled cry!
Chase glanced at the open door in confusion, eavesdropping on the commotion outside.
- Rubble, put Nelson on her! Rocky, give me the gun! Rubble, you idiot, I said Nelson, not a dildo! Marshall screamed.
Zuma let out an indignant roar, realizing what was happening. These idiots had interrupted her long-awaited moment with Chase! She reached out, grabbing Marshall by the neck and lifting him from his paws.
- OH FUCK, ROCKY, SHOOT!...Marshall screamed in terror, helplessly flailing against Zuma's grip...She'll bite my head off!
Rocky trembled, aiming the gun.
- I'm not going to hit, I just know it! Ah!
Shoot! The gun went off. Marshall howled as a searing pain shot through his flank. He crumpled to the ground, clutching the wound.
- Idiot... he groaned...You shot ME.
- Oh fuck. I'm sorry! Rocky said.
- Hahaha, you bunch of morons!...Zuma yanked out the dildo that had gotten tangled around her paws. She aimed it at the cowering trio, a wild smile on her face...I'll beat you with this toy, do you hear me? Until you can't sit for a week!
The three of them screamed and spun around, running away from there as fast as their little legs could carry them. Zuma gave chase, the dildo rising high. Her moment with Chase would have to wait.
Marshall, Rubble, and Rocky fled to the toilet, locking themselves inside.
- I can't believe Marshall thought of something so stupid...Rubble complained...And I can't believe we fell for it!
- It's not my fault!... Marshall groaned, still clutching the gunshot wound...I thought she was a real demon! She was always weird!
Rocky frowned.
- That's not an excuse. We should have used our brains for once.
Ryder burst into the headquarters just then, looking nervous.
- What's all the commotion? I heard you screaming all the way back in town!
The three puppies looked at each other guiltily.
- Zuma is a demon and we tried to cast her out but it didn't go well? Rubble said.
Ryder pinched the bridge of his nose.
- Let me guess. This is all because of something Marshall thought up?
- Guilty as charged. Marshall mumbled.
Ryder sighed.
- I'm going to sort things out with Zuma and Chase. You three better apologize and mean it. We'll have a serious talk about using your heads later before we act on crazy ideas!
The three puppies drooped, ears drooping. Marshall blinked, shifting his weight, his bullet wound throbbing. All he could think was: maybe I shouldn't have opened my big mouth...