Paw Patrol: The Hunger Games

Chase & Tracker

A chihuahua leaned on a bar table and took a sip of the clear brown liquid. He squeezed his face and exhaled "Es Bueno." He spoke and pointed it at a German Shepherd, he smirked.
He laid back on a his chair. "I've been studying Spanish. I know that it's good. Some would say great." He replied as he took a sip of the addicting drink.
Smooth jazz played in the back while they drank. They both wore vests and were equipped with standard the Glock 22's. Chase was more for practicality. He wore a smaller blue police cap with some dog shoes.
Tracker wore a dark green bandana with small a white Fleur-de-lis symbol scattered across, a green cowboy hat with a snake skin wrapped around the brim and a fake gold buckle wrapped on the crown and a nice cool pair of aviator glasses.
Chase and Tracker smirked at each other. "Wouldn't want this any other way. Best partner I could've ever asked for." Chase said and took a long sip.
Tracker took chug of the liquid. He looked down and felt his paws wobble. His vision became distorted and legs became uncoordinated.
Chase slid next to Tracker and helped him balance. He dropped 50 total dollars on the table and exited the bar with Tracker mumbling.
Tracker woke up on a foreign couch with his hat and gun on the floor. His mouth watered as the smell of pancakes hit. He looked over the couch and saw Chase cooking. "Last time I checked, you weren't a girl."
"Haha." Chase unenthusiastically laughed at his bad joke.
Tracker smirked thinking it was alright. "What's the plan today?" He asked, picking up his gun and hat and walking over to the small round table.
"You know what you need?" Tracker sighed.
Chase thought about his answer. "What?"
"Some bitches." Tracker yelled and leaned back laughing.
Chase couldn't help but grow a smile and a light chuckle. He flipped pancakes and looked to Tracker who smiled.
They glistened in the small sun rays that broke through the curtain opening. Steam hovered over them as Tracker salivated all over the table.
"Dude, it's just pancakes. That's nasty." Chase said grabbing a paper towel from the holder in the center of the table and threw it at Tracker.
He cleaned up his mess and started to inhale the poor pancakes.

They both exited Chase's apartment. "I'm driving, you blacked out at my place." Chase instantly said, Trackers ears dropped and he groaned.
9 PM
Chase yawned and looked behind him to see Tracker slumped over. It was cold out today. His breath was visible. Street lights barely lit everything up leaving tons of places dark, especially alleys. Dark places make for good places for committing crimes.
He looked at a screen inside of the car and saw that it was 9. Only 30 more minutes left on their shift.
Tracker quickly stood up. "Stop the car." He ordered and tapped Chase's back.
Chase quickly pulled the car over on the empty road. "What?" He asked.
Tracker put his paw in Chase's face. Chase was going to speak but Trackers ears started to twitch. He held in whatever he had to say and got ready to follow him.
"Let's go!" Tracker said as they ran across the street.
Chase followed him to an alley where he could now hear what Tracker was hearing.
He could smell the scent off multiple dogs in the alley and hear a feminine voice yelling. Tracker wasted no time to confronting them.
The two of them stared at the squad of stray mutts surrounding a crying Australian Shepherd.
Tracker unclipped his weapon and tried pulling it out but Chase pushed his gun down. "There's a civilian. We have to do this the old fashioned way." Chase said and stretched his body.
Tracker clipped his weapon and jumped in place. "What's going on here?" Chase asked.
The leading dog spat on the floor. "Nunya Business. Get outa here before ya get yaselves hurt."
The Aussie sat up and looked around. "They RA-
One of the others kicked her down.
Chase looked to Tracker and nodded.
Chase pulled out his nightstick and whipped it out. Tracker reached for his but realized it wasn't there. "Damnit." He mumbled.
They approached the criminals with caution waiting for one of them to make the first move.
A brown bloodhound rushed Chase.
Chase swiftly brought up the stick and
Crack!
The bloodhound had blood coming from his heads and he laid limp on the ground. Chase looked back up and got tackled by the said leader and a dirty gold bulldog.
Tracker rolled across the floor with a black terrier.
He laid on his back as he pushed the terriers jaws away from his face. His mind lit up as he came up with a plan.
He moved his head as he stopped pushing the terriers head.
Tracker swiftly moved around the terrier and wrapped his front legs around his opponents neck. He saw 3 canine teeth on the ground as he choked out the dog. "Yeesh." He mumbled as he rode the dogs back like a bull. Every jump got weaker and weaker. The terrier fell over with no more fight left.
Tracker looked over to Chase who was barely holding his own against the two bigger opponents. He noticed the Aussie a good 8 feet to his right. "I can use my stun gun." He mumbled.
He shot without a care and hit two dogs. One happened to be Chase.
Tracker pulled out a taser and rushed the other dog and pressed it against the dirty fur.
"ARRGHHHH." He yelled before he fell unconscious.
He did the same for the tased dog.
He helped Chase up. "Dick head." Chase angrily said pushing Tracker.
"It was an accident." Tracker laughed pushing Chase back.
Chase shoved Tracker one last time before moving away from Tracker.
They called for backup and approached the Aussie. "Are you okay, do you know if they...finished?" Tracker said.
Chase's jaw dropped and turned his head to the chihuahua. He slapped him across the face. "Why would you say that?" Chase asked.
Tracker raised his paw but stopped at the light laughter of the Aussie. "You two are funny but I don't think they finished." She weakly smiled.
Chase nodded. "Sorry for him." He apologized.
Tracker heard the noise of sirens in the distance. "Help is on the way, like medical help." Tracker added.
The Aussie stood up and exited the alley. Chase and Tracker put the dogs in cuffs and dragged them outside the alley. "Thank you." The Aussie said staring at Chase.
"No problem." They both replied.
2 cops cars, 2 ambulances, and an ice white Mercedes' pulled up. "Why are they here?" Chase asked looked at the clean car.
Tracker shrugged.
The Aussie looked back at Chase. "'Maybe I'll see you around." She winked.
Chase felt his stomach float. "Didn't she just get...you know. Now she's trying to flirt?" Tracker questioned.
Chase shrugged it off.
Two men in white suits approached the duo. "Are you two Tracker Hernandez and Chase Adams?" The man said.
They nodded.
"You've been selected."