Hey, Soul Sister

Chapter 8

Ryder spent a long time building an airplane. It was a single prop, had pontoons attached to its tank, and it was painted a beautiful, lavender purple. Rocket cried when it was presented to her, and she hugged the pup next to her really tightly, which was Zuma. Then once Rocket let go of him, Rocky had to sit down and remind him to breathe. Ryder grinned and started the ceremony.
"Rocket," he began. "As a PAW Patrol member, do you swear to help, protect, work hard, and lend a paw when needed?"
Rocket grinned and put her paw up.
"I do. I swear."
Ryder smiled and put a red collar around her neck.
"Then I officially make you a member of the PAW Patrol. Welcome aboard!"
Ryder then put Rocket's dog tag on her collar. The tag was a golden music note with fiery angel wings. Rocket yipped.
"Putting out a fire's not rocket science!"
The pups all laughed.
"That was a good one!" Chase said.
"Very clever," Marshall agreed.
"Go down the slide," Ryder said. "You'll love what I made for you."
Rocket yipped happily and slid down the slide, into the cockpit of her very own airplane. She barked, bringing out the wings and fuselage. The prop swung out, and the pontoons popped out from underneath. Rocket activated her tag.
"Ryder! I love it! Thank you so much!"
Ryder smiled from the lookout.
"You're welcome."
Rocket looked to her right and saw Marshall in his fire truck. He smiled.
"Welcome to the team," he said.
"Thanks."
"Wanna race me?"
Rocket smirked.
"I'm not even going to answer that."
Marshall smirked and floored it.
"I'm fired up!"
"Me too!" Rocket cried excitedly from up above. "Me too!"
Marshall smiled, and let up off the petal a little bit. Rocket also pulled back on the throttle, making the plane slow down.
They stopped at a beach, where they both say in their vehicles, watching the sunset.
Rocket suddenly leaned over and kissed the dalmatian on the cheek, making him turn a deep red.
"I'm so glad I met you..." Rocket said.
Marshall smiled.
"Me too, Rocket. Me too."