As Marshall left to do some things, Chase and Zuma were playing with their new toys.
Chase: Hey Zuma, how's Chu with chu's new toy?
Zuma: It fun! How about chu's?
Chase: it fun too! :3
They played for a while, until Chase wanted a cookie.
Chase: Me wan cookie..
Zuma: But we just ate, Chase
Chase: me wan cookie!
Zuma: Mawshy, Chase is getting fussy
Zuma called for Marshall about Chase wanting to have a cookie.
Zuma: Mawshy! Chase wan a cookie
Marshall: But Chase just ate earlier, remember?
Zuma tilted his head to the direction of Marshall's voice telling Chase he said what he said.
Chase: Buy me wan cookie!!
Chase starts to get more fussy than before. Marshall was then done with his stuff and went inside, getting a little grumpy
Marshall: Chase, don't make me get mad at you. You just ate, you can have a cookie later >:C
Chase started to cry really hard
Marshall: (sighs) fine..
Marshall went to the kitchen to get some cookies. He went back with a cookie in his hand and gave it to Chase.
Marshall: Here
Chase then took the cookie and eats it.
Marshall was about to take a seat when Zuma asked him something.
Zuma: Mawshy, can I hab a cookie too?
Marshall: You too???
Zuma: (tummy rumbles)
Marshall: alright alright, give me a second..
Marshall went back to the kitchen to get a cookie, and went back to give it to Zuma. Zuma then started to munch on the cookie.
Marshall: Zuma, what do you say?
Zuma: oh, um, Fankiesh :3
Marshall then sat down on the chair to get some rest.
Chase: wanna play outside, Zuma?
Zuma: Yeah!
But little did they know that it was about to rain outside.
Chase: Mawshy, can we pay outside?
Zuma: pwease?
Marshall: I wish you could, but it's about to rain
Chase: wha?? Nu it not!
Marshall: Well see for yourself
Chase looked outside, but it was just cloudy
Chase: it not even raining
Marshall: but it will rain in a few minutes
Zuma: C'mon Mawshy...
Marshall: No, Zuma. You pups will stay in here. I don't want you guys to get sick because of the rain
Chase: it, not, raining!!
Chase raised his voice which made Marshall mad
Marshall: You really raised your voice, do you Chase? >:C that's it.
Marshall picked up chase and brought him to his room.
Chase: Hey!! Let me go!
Marshall placed Chase in his crib.
Chase: Mawshy!!!
Marshall: Raise your voice one more time, or you'll get the spnkies (holds a paddle in his hand)
Chase gasped in fear and started to back away from Marshall.
Marshall: now you're gonna stay here until you think about what you have done.
Marshall left the room leaving chase in the crib. Chase is starting to get a bit scared of Marshall. He sat in the corner of the crib and hugs his plushie, eventually starting to cry.
Zuma, who was just downstairs, saw Marshall coming who was a bit annoyed. Zuma was getting scared, too. He stared at Marshall to see how he was doing but Marshall looked back with a stern look.
Marshall: What???
Zuma faced away immediately when Marshall talked annoyingly.
Zuma: (to himself) I want dada...
Marshall checked the time and it was time for Zuma to drink his medicine.
Marshall: alright Zuma, it's time for your medicine.
Zuma got surprised about the medicine thing since he didn't like the flavour of it, he tends to avoid it at all costs. When Marshall went to the kitchen to grab the medicine, Zuma immediately hid inside fhe storage room not wanting to take the medicine.
When Marshall got back, he noticed that Zuma wasn't in the living room.
Marshall: Oh C'mon... Zuma? Where are you?
Zuma stayed quiet but Marshall kept on looking for him. After some time, Marshall checked the storage room as his last option where to look for Zuma. He opened the door and saw Zuma.
Marshall: There you are! C'mon, it's time for your medicine
Zuma: n-nuuu!!
Zuma ran away avoiding the medicine.
Marshall: ZUMA!!!
Marshall chased Zuma as Zuma was going in circles.
Marshall: Zuma this is not the time for games!
Zuma: but me nu wan da icky medicine!
Zuma was getting tired, giving Marshall an opportunity to catch him. Marshall held Zuma who was squirming trying to get free while preparing the medicine.
When Marshall was about to put it in Zuma's mouth, Zuma slapped the spoon out of Marshalls hand, spilling the medecine on the floor. Marshall gave Zuma a mad look.
Zuma: um... O-oops?? (Chuckles nervously)
Marshall hurriedly carried Zuma to his room and placed Zuma in the crib where chase was.
Marshall: You pups are so stubborn today!
Chase: Nu we're not! Chu is just to stwict!
Marshall: Chase!? Raising your voice?!
Zuma: Mawshy meanie!!!
Marshall: Zuma! Stop it! And as punishment, you pups aren't gonna have some fun until you learned your lesson.
Marshall left the room being a bit strict. Zuma suddenly cried softly, with Chase comforting him.
Zuma: I want dada... (Sniffles)
Chase: me too... (Sniffles)
Zuma: Dada not mean and stwict...
Chase: And, he listens to us...
Zuma: I wish dada was here..
Chase: me too...
The two pups went on crying wanting Nick back as soon as possible.
Well, little did they know that Marshall was by the door listening to the pups, and upon hearing them, he, felt, a bit, guilty....
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FanfictionA collaboration story with @chasepup02 :3 Plus the continuation of "Zuma's Puppy Problem" Since Marshall is the most responsible in the house, Nick asked him if he could look after the pups while he was away for his car maintenance check and for the...
