PAW Patrol: Lockdown

Chapter 6- Organism

The Lookout was filled with colorful stage lights as the music echoed out, barely contained by the glass windows. A sharp beat could be heard from outside clearing, then met with a chorus of rhythm and melodies. It was the perfect afternoon for Pup Pup Boogie, and they celebrated the momentous occasion by cranking the volume up severely higher than usual.

Chase returned sometime later, tiredly trudging up the sidewalk as his tail dragged on the ground. Once the muffled rave music hit his ears, an audible groan escaped his lips as he looked up at the tower. Sure enough, brightly colored lights were blaring out, turning the Lookout into somewhat of a massive disco ball.

"Seriously, now?" Chase groaned to himself, all the world was in chaos and his friends were having dance parties.

Upstairs, the entire room was bursting with deafening disco music. Rubble was dancing on his own a little ways off, not participating in the actual video game. He wasn't relatively a great dancer, but that never bothered him. Everyone was always happy to see the bulldog be himself. Zuma and Marshall were the players, dancing away on the platforms as if their lives depended on it. They were moving in all directions, moving their bodies as if the very rhythm flowed through them. The scores were close, maintaining near equal numbers as the song continued. But there could only be one winner, and both dogs were fighting tooth and nail for the trophy. Rocky was sitting, mesmerized by how any dog could possibly move in such ways. Skye was sitting next to the mix, cheering on the duo as they moved. She could only watch, as her cough had slightly worsened, and would surely break her down from an explosive movement.

The middle elevator opened, and Chase grimaced as the music hit him full force. No one had seen or heard him enter the main floor, the sheer volume of the game was overbearing. Flattening his ears in annoyance, he walked up next to Rocky. The mix was gleefully bouncing to the beat and turned to smile at his Shepherd friend, expecting him to return the happy look.

Chase merely raised an eyebrow, unhappy his mission to city hall was aborted.

"Are you gonna play?" Rocky asked excitedly, having to bark over the music,

"No! Where's Ryder?" the Shepherd retorted,

"What?" the mix cocked his head,

"I said where's Ryder?!" Chase shouted over the deafening disco,

"Outside, working on his AV!" Rocky pointing back to the windows,

The Shepherd loudly groaned, sharply turning back to the elevator. Rocky frowned at his friend's actions, wanting to call him back and invite him to a dance-off. Chase re-entered the elevator and hit the button. The doors swiftly shut, slightly muffling the music, then increasingly quieted it as he moved downward. Chase decided he'd rather not go deaf today and took a second to lick his paw. Arriving outside, Chase left the elevator and walked around to the garage. The smell of motor oil hit his nose as he walked onto the pavement, coming up to Ryder.

"I thought you were joining the party upstairs," he commented, wedging a screwdriver under his vehicle,

"I'm not feeling it tonight," Chase sat down, "I don't get how they can cut loose like that when the ACG is tearing the city into pieces,"

"Well, sometimes you gotta take a breather," Ryder shrugged, wiping his forehead, "it's unhealthy to not take breaks every once in a while,"

"But those dogs are-"

"Yes, I'm aware of what they're doing," the boy raised an eyebrow at the dog, "why are you still on this? All we have to do is stay out of their way, and they'll eventually leave."