Grand Theft Paw Patrol 5

Welcome to Los Santos

  As Trevor was driving down I-2 to Los Santos, he had the Patroller gunned the entire time. They were doing almost 100 in the semi-truck sized road vehicle. It was lighter, so it could go faster. Trevor was also weaving between traffic. It hadn’t been driven this hard since Mayor Humdinger and the kittens hijacked it.
  “Alright pups, this’ll be a rough ride. You’re buckled in, right?” Ryder confirmed.
  All the pups gave Ryder the answer he wanted. It took Trevor a minute, but he realized these dogs were talking! He freaked out and looked back at the pups. Ryder had to grab the steering wheel to prevent the Patroller from crashing into a guardrail.

  “W… what the fuck!?”
  “What?” Ryder asked.

  “I just heard voices! I think Chef laced that last batch!”
  “That was just us!” Marshall said.

  Trevor got up from the driver seat.
  “I’m too high to drive. Never thought I’d say it.”

  Ryder panicked and jumped into the driver seat, not wanting to leave the Patroller uncontrolled with the pups in it. At least when the kittens jacked it, if it would’ve crashed, none of the pups would’ve gotten hurt.
  “Robodog, take control!”
  Robodog barked and took control of the Patroller. Trevor shoved Chase over and sat right between Chase and Marshall. Chase was plush against Rocky not wanting to be anywhere near Trevor. Rocky was just happy Chase was in between in him and Trevor. Marshall, however, climbed right onto Trevor’s lap and rolled onto his back.
  “What!? Do you expect me to pet you!? Get the fuck off me!”
  “Belly rub? Please?” Marshall begged.

  “Only if you give me a blowjob later.”

  Ryder did NOT approve of that.
  “No one’s giving you a blowjob!” Ryder snapped.

  “What? I haven’t had one in a couple weeks! I’m freaking the fuck out right now because dogs are talking to me! I could really use one right now!”
  The pups, being still being young and innocent, didn’t know what they were talking about.

  “Wanna know the last time I had one!? Never! And I never plan on it!” Ryder claimed.

  “Oh just wait a couple years and…”
  “Can I have a belly rub now?” Marshall begged.
  “I’ll tell you what, if you shut up, I’ll do whatever you want!”

  “Deal!”

  Trevor gave in to Marshall’s begging, but the rest of the pups kept their distance, still not trusting Trevor, even if he was being sweet… somewhat… to Marshall. Ryder already hated Trevor for the way he talked and treated the pups, but they needed him. Eventually the building on Los Santos came into view, and Ryder was relieved the drive was about to end. Two hours with Trevor in the same vehicle was almost a bigger grind than having to take down Merryweather.

  “There it is pups! Los Santos! Our salvation!”
  “Hey, I’m your salvation! Michael is a backstabber! You can’t trust him for shit! And Franklin is just a kid who’s trying to make a living!” Trevor said.

  Trevor took his hand off Marshall. He whined for Trevor to pet him, but Trevor just got up towards the driver’s seat.

  “Hey, robot! Take me to Vanilla Unicorn! I need to make a quick stop!”

  Robodog just stared at Trevor. It waited for either a please or a command from Ryder.

  “Fucking now!”
  Robodog cowered and barked obediently. Eventually I-2 morphed into a Los Santos avenue and the pups were underway to Strawberry, which is where Vanilla Unicorn is.
  “We’re in Los Santos pups!”
  The pups were relieved to hear that! No more close premises with Trevor! Robodog had it’s built in GPS, so it knew where to go.