When Ryder told me about the FBI wanting to see me, I didn't have the faintest idea as to why.
I haven't stepped on the government's toes as of late and while the Paw Patrol and Uncle Sam have their fair share of differences, that was more on Ryder than us.
So I was pretty on edge when we arrived at RyderTech headquarters in Adventure City. Meeting them in Ryder's conference room and they were well dressed as any agent for the government would. Of course, badges in hand.
I just hope they don't have any reason to muzzle me.
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All the way in Adventure City, at RyderTech's headquarters, Ryder and Rocky walk into a midsized conference room where two FBI agents, a middle-aged man, and a young-looking woman, were patiently waiting for them.
The woman jumps up with an overjoyed smile. "Oh my goodness! It's you! I can't believe I'm finally meeting you!"
She could hardly contain herself at the entrance of the two. Going up to immediately shake Ryder's hand. "Ryder! Leader of the Paw Patrol! Your contributions to the rescue world and the canine community have been unmatched! Not to mention RyderTech is thriving more than ever! All from your genius mind!"
"Uhhh. Tha-Thanks....I guess." Ryder slurs.
She then switches to the mixed breed. Petting his head rapidly. "And Rocky! You were always my favorite. I swear! I live by your phrase "don't lose it, reuse it" every day!"
Rocky nervously twitches, no idea how to react.
"Jill, Contain yourself. This is no time to be geeking out." The other agent sternly states. "We have a job to do you know."
Upon that, the young FBI agent retracts and straightens herself. Doing her best to put her excitement aside and clearing her throat. "Uh r-right s-sorry" She straightens her shirt and her hair before going back to her seat. "Have a seat and we can begin."
Ryder and Rocky then take their seats with Rocky across from them and Ryder at the head.
The older gentlemen pushed up his glasses before he began. "I would like to apologize for my partner's enthusiastic manner. She's....a big fan."
The other agent crunches her lips and taps her finger on the table nervously.
"It's fine." Ryder assures. "We don't mind being recognized for the good we've done."
The agent nods in acknowledgement. "My name is Agent Jack Tunny. My partner here is Jill Gainey. We'll get straight to it. A few years ago, you had a dog in your ranks by the name of Zuma, am I correct?"
Both Ryder and Rocky reel at the mention of Zuma.
"Uh..sure. My father and I owned him for about twenty years." Ryder confirms.
"You have any idea of his current whereabouts?" Jill asks.
Ryder and Rocky exchange looks. Wondering why Zuma was randomly being brought up by two FBI agents.
Ryder answers. "Uhhhhh, no, I can't say that I'm really sure. Somewhere in Southern California last I heard. We used to be close but we....sorta had a falling out close to the end of the team. Uh.....may I ask why you are so curious about him?"
Jack sits up in his chair, resting his elbows on the table. "Now, Ryder, you have to understand, this is strictly confidential."
Ryder sits back. Crossing his arms himself while Rocky listens on intensely with him. "I understand."
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Paw Patrol and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
ActionFive years have gone by since the slow death of Paw Patrol. Since then, Rocky has been living by himself in the abandoned lookout, after everyone left for their hopes and dreams. But just because the Paw Patrol has ended, doesn't mean the adventures...
