Paw Patrol: Werepups Alive!

Traps and Wolves

At the Lookout, Marshall was looking through the Telescope. He could see City hall being crowded by Werepups. But He couldn't see Rocky, what had happened to him? "Any good news?" asked the Werepup, who was lying down on the beanbag. "Well, the good news is that Rocky isn't in trouble," Marshall said, adjusting the telescope. If Rocky was in trouble, he would turn into a Werepup and been locked out in a cage.
Forever.
Marshall tried to forget about that and started to think about something else important. He glanced around the room.
Chase was literally standing there, staring at him angrily.
Was it because of Skye? That's the only reason for sure. Chase loves Skye. Skye loves him back but in a different way. Marshall could tell because Chase told him some time ago. Then, for sure Chase was angry at him.
Better stop impressing Skye, Chase's face was told by Marshall, Or else I will throw you down.
He growled at him for some time. Marshall ignored him. He tried to call Rocky's pup tag:
"Rocky, come in Rocky." He whispered. "Rocky?"
"Marshall!" It was Rocky. "I grew wings!"
"What you're serious?" Marshall giggled. "Anyways, what are you doing?
"Making a potion..." A Pause. "Man Marshall! I gotta go! The king...." The signal stopped. "Rocky?!" shouted Marshall.
"Sorry... You won't be hearing him now.." It wasn't Rocky. His voice should be like higher. This ones lower. Marshall got worried. "Rocky... Your voice.." He whined.
"Not him now Dalamation." Was all he heard. That couldn't be Rocky! He must be in deep trouble!
"We need to go.... Now!" exclaimed Skye suddenly. Her body was shivering. Marshall knew why.
The gang was coming.

* * *

Skye ran around the place, barking in wolf language, although the translator was there. The gang was coming, hunting for Skye. She ran in circles, terrified. "Okay Skye! Hold your paws!" shouted Chase, grabbing her collar and almost choking her. "We need to have a secret escape!"
"I know a way to escape." Marshall grinned. "In a fire pup's way."
She knew what he meant: Going down the pole, which Ryder uses. The fireman pole was a hard thing to go down since pups have paws, not hands, so it will be hard to control the pole.
But it was the only choice.
"But how do we distract them to go to the other way?" she asked.
Marshall opened his mouth until Chase stopped him. "I can use my light!" Chase barked, staring at Marshall. She didn't know why. Marshall just said, "Okay Chase, then you need to be the last pup to go down." Chase nodded.
They all went towards the pole. "Chase, Light now and shout like panic." said Marshall. "Me and Skye Skye will get ready with the ATV."
"But do you know how to even use it?" asked Chase. "The ATV is complicated then our trucks."
"But we gotta try." Skye said, worried. The Gang was already half way of the bridge; they could get them in a minute or two. Marshall and Chase looked at each other and nodded.
"Okay, the plan is on!"

* * *

But how do I do it? Chase went all worried when Skye went down the pole first, luckily not making a huge scream. Marshall glanced at him. "Just say something about 'Giving up' you know what I mean?"
Chase nodded, he got the plot: To shout in surrender.
"Good luck." His friend said, and went down the pole quietly. Chase smiled nervously, How was he supposed to do all of that action? He was a police officer pup father all.

The Gang were near the Lookout. Chase could smell them from below. He needed a torch light too. The wolves were howling loudly that Chase could hear them. He ignored all of that and took an emergency torch from the box.
He was ready....

* * *

"We have no supplies." Came the voice. "And they're coming." The flash shined the mission room. The wolves could see a puppy's shadow.
"I am sorry guys, but there's no hope." The leader grinned and faced his gang. "Guess what?" He said. "They are going to surrender."
The wolves laughed.
"I guess we can't save the day." The shadow said. "Not Zuma, Rubble, Ryder and and Rocky."

Then the two youngest wolves lifted their heads up. "He knows our old name..." said one of them.
"But you two wolves are now called Roar and Zag." said a wolf named Fang. "Who cares? He is our intruder." They both nodded. "Paige could get a rough on us." said Roar. "Man I am starving."
"The feast comes later." grunted the leader. "Now shut your jaws. We are trying to hear him!"

"Well we will just have to unlock the doors and surrender..." The voice trotted off. It seemed like going to the other side of the room.
Suddenly the two main doors opened. "Great Wolves! Let's get them!" barked the leader, turning it into a howl. They all joined and ran in towards the Lookout.

Fang and the Leader went in first. They ran around the room, checking for any traps. "All clear!" barked Fang. "Come in." All the other four wolves went inside. It was quite dark in there.
All the bean bags were in one corner. The big screen was off. The puppy snack station was full of treats. Two mats with six paws on it and a huge cylinder in the middle.
"I guess this thing is supposed to get us up." said Zag. "But won't open."

Suddenly the two doors shut. "It's a trap!" barked a wolf. "It's a TRAP!" They all tried to open the door by pushing it, but it didn't work (of course.) Then, they heard a car sound and it faded away down the bridge.

"I can't believe we fall into a trap." grunted Roar. "By the Way, is there anything to eat?"