Grand Theft Paw Patrol 5

Mr. Phillips

I don't know who drew that pic, but it's priceless

  While they waited for Trevor, Ryder, Ron, and the pups were sitting outside Trevor’s trailer. It was so hot outside. They heard so many gunshots, and Ron took a handful of hits of meth right in front of Ryder and the pups.

  “That’s so illegal!” Ryder pointed out.

  “What are you gonna do? Arrest me?” Ron objected.
  “We just might,” Chase said.

  Ron jumped up out of his chair. He inspected the crystal he had smoked from the pipe.

  “What the fuck did Chef lace this with!?”

  The pups got confused. They had no idea that pups didn’t talk in San Andreas. Ron started tripping.

  “Oh shit, I swear that dog just talked to me!”
  “I did. You seem a little out of it there,” Chase said.

  “Since when do dogs talk!?”
  “These pups have always talked. Every pup I’ve met has talked,” Ryder said.

  “Well, I guess we’ll be the judge of that when Trevor gets here.”
  They sat a little longer, the pups getting more and more bored.

  “So you’re probaby the type that’s always vigilant. You rely on the law. When things don’t go your way, your feelings get hurt, and you try to find the smallest thing to pop someone for.”
  Ryder looked at Ron with digust. That’s not what the Paw Patrol was about.

  “Let’s not forget, you live in a trailer in the desert, and your life surrounds you with illegal activity. We can take you in at any minute.”
  “What you think I’m scared of…”
  The pups all deployed their pup packs aimed at Ron. He immediately got scared and backed off.
  “Oh… of course… that completely came out wrong… See uhh… I just don’t have very much self esteem. Especially having to follow Trevor.”
  The pups all put their pup packs away. A few minutes later, Trevor finally showed up. He was in a distinctive red Canis Bodhi. He got out, obnoxious and covered in… blood. And a lot of filth. He immediatey struck fear in Ryder and the pups… and Ron.

oi;lk   “What the fuck is this? A little kid and six puppies? Never too young for some good ol meth, right?”

  “Um… no sir, we’re not here for meth. We just…”
  “Then GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

  Trevor’s yell made everyone freeze up. Normally the pups would stand defensively in front of Ryder, but they were frozen.

  “What are you waiting for, a handjob? Eh?”
  That’s when Ryder realized, Trevor’s Canadian!
  “Ron, can you get these assholes out of here!?”
  Ron grabbed Ryder. Chase wasn’t scared of Ron. He went full defense and slammed and pinned Ron to the ground. Trevor went from a ready to kill stance to a shocked stance. He wasn’t scared, and he had no reason to be, but he was impressed. They’d be a great addition for Trevor Philips Industries. He hid it though. He was gonna make them beg.

  “Fuck this! You’re alone Ron! I’m going in my trailer!”
  Trevor was headed to the patio.

  “Trevor wait! We need your help!”
  “Clearly you can handle yourselves.”
  “Not with this! It’s about Merryweather!”
  Trevor stopped in his tracks.
  “Merryweather!? I eat those heartless pricks for breakfast! If I can take them myself, I’m sure your little team here can!”

  “I don’t think you realize! They’re building a bomb. Even more powerful than the nerve toxin you had to swipe from Humane Labs!”
  Trevor wondered how they knew that.

  “Please! It threatens at least 15 Canadian towns!”
  “What towns?”

  “The one we’re worried about most is our town, Adventure Bay.”
  Trevor roecognized that town!
  “Adventure fucking Bay!? I’d go there all the time in high school! I lived on the border of North Yankton, but I’d drive out there all the time with my buddies Michael… and… Brad…”
  “Really!? So will you help us!?”
  Trevor didn’t want to… but those Canadian towns hit his soft spot.
  “Argh! Fine I’ll help!”
  The pups cheered and celebrated.

  “I have to take you to Los Santos then. I’ll have you meet Michael, Lester, and Franklin.”
  They made their way to the Paw Patroller.

  “Merryweather teamed up with the IAA and the mayor of a rival town to take us down.”
  “Are you fucking serious!? The government is involved now!?”
  “Please? For the sake of those towns!”
  “Fuckin fuck!”
  Trevor, Ryder, and the pups continued to walk to the Patroller. When they got in, Trevor went to sit in the driver’s seat, but Robodog was already there. It gave Trevor a friendly bark.
  “Are you mocking me!?”
  Trevor threw Robodog and got in the driver’s seat. It came back growling at Trevor.

  “What are you gonna do!?”
  “Robodog, it’s ok.”
  Robodog obeyed and sat with the pups. Trevor eventually got onto Route 68 so he could get to I-2 to get to Los Santos.