The Wounds We Heal

Chapter fifty-three: Holiday Hullabaloo!

Chase shifted away from the sound, as the elevator returned the pups with their cargo to the ground level. They were almost stunned to see the rage of the storm blow by from the windows directly in front of him.

"Woah!" the pups marveled.

"Almost forgot how gnarly it looks out there." Zuma remarked.

"Well, at least we're in here and not out there.." Skye reasoned.

"True that, so are we gonna do this or not?" Chester asked.

"Yes. Let's get decorating! We got lots to do," Snowflake agreed before moving a box so they could start decorating.

"Let's stuff the Lookout with the colors of Fall!" Ned replied. Snowflake looked at him confused.

"Why did you say that like a catchphrase? You're not an official member of the team," Snowflake noted.

"That doesn't mean I can't get excited to have fun!" Ned countered back.

"Oo, man.." Chester recoiled, as though receiving a painful blow. "Talk about a cat fight."

"Cats? Chase is allergic!" Rubble replied naively.

The two huskies looked at them confused.

"Ummm. There's no cats here," Ned clarified in confusion.

"Besides, we're dogs. We don't fight like cats!" Snowflake remarked.

"Just an expression, guys." Chester specified. "But yeah, let's dive in to quote you Zuma, and take to the decorating, to paraphrase for you, Skye. You're welcome."

Snowflake rolled her eyes.

"Borrowing our catchphrases are you? But yes, let's get started," Snowflake joked before opening a box and looking through the Thanksgiving decorations.

"Turkey, plastic leaves, plastic pumpkins, and what else?" Ned said, as he too looked at the decorations in the box getting some out.

"Well I always did think of myself as a character." Chester deadpanned, taking on a wide stance with three of his paws while lifting his left foreleg to his chin like some drama star posing for a camera.

"You would get along with our brother Brian. Now let's.. Ugh!.. Ugh! No use. Ryder, how can we hang up these leaves? The storm won't let us get Marshall's ladder safely," Snowflake responded as she jumped up against the wall, before turning to Ryder. The husky had plastic leaves in her mouth and paws.

"Oo Oo Oo!!" Rocky cooed excitedly.. "I got a solution for that! I'll be right back!"

Then taking off for the elevator, he was gone in a flash..

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But when he came back the big, old structure that came up in the elevator left them all perplexed.

"Umm,.. what?" Rubble queried, cocking his head like some others among him.

"It's my newest build." Rocky answered, poking out from around the upright structure. Then started to come out from behind it as he continued.

"I made it so I can reach some of the higher shelves.. and so I can reach the taller compartments I wanna build for my stash section of the basement. Ryder says he'll help me with that eventually, just haven't gotten around to it yet."

"So you can get up to high places. But what exactly is this invention?" Snowflake remarked, still confused.

"It's an adjustable ladder." Rocky said. "The shield has a telescope structure that can adjust to any height I need. And the ladder just extends with it,.. As it lengthens and shortens. Watch. Ruff!" With his bark the shield extended up. And two more barks made it extend even further. And once he climbed up he peered down on them, waved happily, then slid back down it like a firefighter would on their own ladders.