Just Another Lullaby

Chapter 3: Nothing at all (Rewritten)

The wind blew against Chase's fur as he slid down the slide, twirling around the Lookout tower. Chase watched as his police icon flash, taking the place of the iconic Paw Patrol symbol. He swallowed. It was time for an Ultimate Police Rescue, and Ryder had already given the orders: Chase was to lead the team in the search for the missing people and animals.

The gravity of the situation was heavy on the team. This was a mission what will put their years of experience and skills to the test. Chase closed his eyes, feeling the short fall and the familiar seat of his cruiser. He felt the half-transformed pup house get lowered into the basement, with him inside. He listened to the mechanical arms as they worked. Usually, he would marvel at the sight, and utter a "cool". However, it felt as though all of his innocence had left his body the moment he went down the slide. No more was the childish wonder he always had; now, it was time to get serious.

Once his newly transformed vehicle was complete, Chase found himself lifted back up towards the driveway above. Excitement buzzed through him as he drove out toward the slide, ready to catch all the howling pups coming down. Each pup jumped into their designated spots.

Ryder emerged from the garage in his ATV and drove down the driveway. "Let's do this!" Marshall cheered, taking his place beside his police friend. Chase smiled, nodded, and pushed on the gas, propelling the team into action.

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They just crossed the giant blue bridge. "Skye, I need you to fly around the town. Look for any clues that could lead us to the missing victims." Chase commanded.

Skye pressed a button and watched as the dark blue helicopter blades came out and spun to life. "You got it, Chase. This pup's gotta fly." And she took off.

"Rocky, Rubble, Ryder, you three search the forest and outer parts of town." Chase pressed a button that turned the seats on the side of the vehicle into motorcycles.

"On it!" Rubble shouted. Rocky and Rubble sped off in their now transformed police cycles with Ryder following close behind.

"Marshall, Zuma, you guys stay with me and look for anything of interest. We'll check within the town." They nodded.

"Any ideas on where to start?" Marshall asked.

"How about visiting the victims fwiends and families? Maybe they would know something that can help us." Zuma suggested.

Chase smiled, "Great thinking, Zuma! From there, we can identify them and perhaps find a common link between all the victims that lead to their abduction."

Chase drove the Ultimate Police Cruiser to the neighborhood where he saw the posters. The truck stopped at a wall covered in them and Marshall hopped out. The Dalmatian trotted up to the wall and grabbed a poster and read out loud.

"'Timothy Marks; sex: male; height: five-foot-four; age: nineteen; black hair, brown eyes, light skin; last seen wearing a black and blue striped T-shirt and dark blue jeans.' Nothing about an address. We have a phone number, though, but nothing to call it with."

Zuma looked around the area and smiled when he saw something helpful. "Don't be too sure about that, dude." He lifted his paw up and pointed at a pay phone off in the near distance, "We can use that pay phone there to call the number."

"But it's a pay phone, Zuma. We don't have any quarters to use." Chase pointed out.

"Speak for yourself, Chase." Marshall laughed as he took out a quarter from his police cap. The Dally trotted towards the pay phone holding both the coin and poster in his mouth. "I always carry spare change with me." He said, muffled due to the objects he was holding.