PAW Patrol: Lockdown

Chapter 1- Vacation Day

Act I- Fog of War

"I said don't splash me!"

Rocky's irritated bark was only met with laughter, as the mixed breed shook the water off himself. Nearby in the lake, a chocolate Lab was giggling uncontrollably.

"Simple math, Wocky," Zuma laughed, "You'we funny when you get mad."

A day at the lake was a trip anyone needed to take their mind off an afternoon. Taking a break and resting under nature's waters was a great way to relax, not to mention the Paw Patrol had been craving a vacation day for weeks. Usually, they would go to the beach to relax, as Adventure Bay was an island. Today was a special case, however, as a forest had been discovered a small distance from the Lookout, and within it a crystal blue lake. Rocky was being his usual self, his hydrophobia confining him to the lake's edge. There was no sand to play in, so Rocky entertained himself looking for bugs. Skye, the blond cockapoo pup, had also stayed out of the water. Not due to any dislike of swimming, however, simply because she was feeling under the weather and didn't want to exert herself. Zuma and Rubble were vigorously enjoying themselves in the water, and while Rubble -a bulldog- was a relatively slow swimmer, he was greatly entertained by water guns.

Chase, the German Shepherd of the team, was lying near the edge, half-submerged in the water. It almost looked like he was sleeping, but every few moments he'd open his eyes when Marshall called him to watch a new trick. Marshall, the one Dalmatian, was an energetic pup albeit clumsy at times. It was a well-rounded team of six, each dog bearing a special skill to assist Adventure Bay in its emergency needs. Today, however, they were on a well-deserved vacation.

"Zuma I swear!" Rocky barked again,

"Huh? Who?" Zuma said, looking around unknowingly, "I think that was the wind."

Chase could be heard snickering under his breath.

"Zuma, cut it out, honestly," called Ryder, "stop splashing him, you know he hates that."

Ryder was the glue that held the team together, the boy lead the dogs on their missions and was responsible for bringing them together. Without him, the team lacked any direction, and would surely fall apart.

"Sowwy," Zuma chuckled sheepishly. "I'll splash Chase instead."

The German shepherd's eyes suddenly shot open, "wait, what?"

Everyone then enjoyed the entertaining display of Chase struggling to swim free of Zuma's waves. No matter what, Zuma's one mastered skill always lay within the water. He was the sea dog of the team and loved every minute of his job, even if he wasn't called any many missions. It was a wonder how Rocky and Zuma got along, as it seemed they'd hate each other to the core. No matter their trifles, the team knew one another and always had each other's backs.

"Ooh! Splash me!" Rubble bounced in the water,

"I... don't think that'd be faiw," Zuma turned,

Zuma was never really able to get his speech impediment taken care of, leaving him slurring his "R's." For reasons that included both him being insecure over it, and also feeling that there were more important things that needed his attention. Even then, many offered to help him with his speech, only to be met with a polite decline.

"Why not?"

"I don't think you'd be able to escape me. At all."

"Yes, splash Rubble, go for him," Chase pleaded,

"Big German Shepherd afraid of the water?" Marshall smirked,

"No, I'm afraid of what could be in this lake, disease and stuff."