Just Another Lullaby

Chapter 2: No job is too big, right? (Rewritten)

"Pass it here!" Rocky's call echoed across the vibrant green lawn, sprinting alongside the other pups. A fierce and competitive match of soccer was ongoing, with Zuma currently in possession of the ball. Casting a glance toward his grey friend, Zuma smirked.

"Surf's up!" The chocolate Labrador announced, deftly kicking the ball in the direction of the mixed-breed.

Rubble made a valiant effort to seize control of the ball, and try as he might —almost succeeding too, was intercepted by the gray mongrel. Rocky skillfully avoided his opposing team, mind and body on sight with the goal. With Chase—the fastest and most athletic member of the Paw Patrol— on the opposing team, it sure had been a challenge. Rocky found himself nearly losing the ball to the shepherd many times over, and only by sheer luck was he able to keep it out of Chase's reach.

"Over here!" Marshall's voice called out. Seeing that the area around the dally was mostly free of opponents, Rocky assumed it should be safe to pass the ball to the fire pup.

"Coming your way, Marshall!" Rocky declared, putting all his strength into kicking the ball toward his fellow teammate.

Marshall was on the verge of catching it when an unexpected misstep caused him to step on the ball. In an instant, he tripped and tumbled backward, unintentionally sending the ball soaring high into the air.

Seizing the opportunity, Skye leaped onto Chase's back, propelling herself as high as  her small yet powerful legs could allow into the air. With graceful twirls, she sent the ball flying into the opposing goal with a successful kick. The aviator landed gracefully on the grass, accompanied by the sound of her friends' applause.

"Woooo! Way to go, Skye!" Rubble excitedly ran up to her.

"Nice one, Skye," Zuma chimed in, offering a complimentary nod.

"That was quite the neat trick!" Marshall added, rolling over to get back on his paws with a small laugh, far too used with his usual stumbles to even be embarrassed anymore.

"Haha, yeah. And how about a warning next time you decide to use me as a step stool?" Chase teased, approaching the Cockapoo with a wide grin.

Skye couldn't suppress the small chuckle that escaped her tiny lips. "Haha, no can do, Chase." She gave the shepherd a teasing look, "You gotta do what you gotta do when you gotta do."

Chase rolled his eyes playfully at her, ready to offer a witty retort when he was unexpectedly interrupted.

"Paw Patrol, to the Lookout!" A very well known voice call out from their pup tags.

"Ryder needs us!" They all shouted in unison. The pups ran as fast as they could to the Lookout.

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"Paw Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir," Chase announced. The pups assumed their designated spots, clad in their uniforms, ready for whatever Ryder tasks them to do.

Ryder positioned himself in front of the large screen monitor, holding his pup pad in his hand. "Great to hear it, pups. Today isn't going to be a mission like we're used to. It isn't a somewhat direct threat or danger, but more of an unknown, and possibly serious. It could be a prank for all we know."

"Uhm, excuse me, Ryder, sir. But what's going on?" Chase inquired.

"Mayor Goodway recently called. She told me that there have been people threatening Adventure Bay."

A collective gasp swept through the group.

"What?!"

"Oh no!"

"What are we going to do, Ryder?"

Ryder shook his head. "Unfortunately, there's not much we can do. The Mayor said that she has been receiving threatening letters from an organization called the S.O. all week. She's already on her fifth letter. She wanted to keep all this down low, to avoid a panic, but she's getting worried that it's just going to get worse."