PAW Patrol: One-Shots!

Beach Day

It was a beautiful day in Adventure Bay. The pups all went outside to play.

(NO, IT'S NOT A POEM)

The air was pure; not a single cloud in the sky. A light breeze transported the fresh (disgusting) smell of the city across Adventure Bay, and so did the smell of breakfast, to Rubble, a little pup who was eager to eat.

"Mmm! Dog food!" he exclaims. Rubble basically said that sentence every day, when Ryder would come with their breakfast, which never changed from day to day.

"Good day, Ryder sir!" said an enthusiastic Chase, while eating his (BEKFAST) breakfast. "Any plans for today?"

Ryder glanced outside; it really was a nice day. "Hmm," he said, with a tone of excitement. "Anyone want a beach day?"

Zuma, who was looking for who-knows-what under the couch, accidentally banged his head of excitement. "A beach day?"

"Yes!" replied Ryder. "We're gonna be spending the entire day there!"

Rocky, for once, was excited. He practiced lifting weights, and he was ready to show his new summer body to Zuma.

Once the pups finished eating, they already started racing towards the beach. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" yells Chase.

They all arrived, with Ryder shortly behind them, on his ATV. He gave the pups their towels, and then he left to go see Katie.

Rocky set down his towel, and lied down on his back, revealing a slightly toned chest with a six-pack. To top it off, he was wearing a pair of designer sunglasses.

"Wow," said Skye, impressed. Skye shook her head and went to join Chase, who dipped his paw in the water. Skye pushed him into the bay.

"Pfft," spat out Chase, regurgitating the water that entered his mouth. He then grabbed Skye, and pulled her into the water with him.

Rubble heard an ice scream truck, and he immediately ran, hoping he could catch it. "Get me one too!" yelled Marshall in his direction.

Chase and Skye splashed each other playfully, taking turns taking each other underwater. The splashing reached Rocky, who shook it off and layed back down.

"Oh, so you're a cool guy now?" asked Zuma, smirking. Rocky nodded. "The coolest pup on dry land ever!"

"Is the coolest pup afraid of the water?" he asked the mixed breed, teasingly. Rocky didn't answer.

"Hey! Answer me when I'm talking to you!" said Zuma, warning him. Rocky didn't care. "Pfft," he scoffed. "Or what?"

"Or this." The chocolate lab took Rubble's pail of water and dumped it onto the mixed breed.

Rocky shook off the water and spat some that entered his mouth. "You're evil," he said between breaths.

"So will you come with me in the water?" asked Zuma, smirking. Rocky sighed. "Fine," he said. "But don't splash me, or else."

Zuma jumped into the water with a cannonball. The backsplash went all over the aquaphobic pup, who was not amused. "Zuma," he growled, soaked. "I'm coming to get you!"

Zuma smirked. "You'll have to catch me first!" Then he swims deep into the bay.

Rocky gulped. He took a floating raft, and lied on it, doggy-paddling. But he wasn't getting anywhere. "A little help, guys?"

Chase shrugged at Skye. They agreed to help, pushing Rocky on the raft. He told them which way to turn and when, until he told them to stop.

He lost Zuma.

"Zuma, where are you?" asks Rocky, slightly yelling.

"Right here!" says Zuma, coming from underneath the water.

Zuma swims up to Rocky and catches hold of the raft. "Chase, Skye, back up, or else I'm flipping Rocky into the water!"

Chase and Skye backed up, and Rocky gulped. Zuma teased the pup. "Oh no, look at this! A tsunami!"

He went under the raft and shook it. Rocky held on to the raft's head for dear life, while Chase and Skye just stood there, watching.

Finally, Zuma stopped. "Okay, I'm losing patience," he says. "I think I'm gonna flip the raft over!" he teased, seeing Rocky's horrored expression. Before Zuma could touch the raft again, Rocky leaped on him, catching him by surprise.

"Water fight!" declared Rocky. "Everyone on Zuma!!"

Chase and Skye joined in the fun, both helping Rocky get Zuma underwater. However, even all three of them were no match for the water pup.

He quickly swims away, then back, catching Skye by the arms and putting them behind her back.

"Gotcha, princess!" Zuma says, pinning her down. "Chasey, your girlfriend is in danger!" he says, teasing him.

Chase and Rocky look at each other and nod. They both approach Zuma slowly, who was starting to get nervous.

"Uh guys?" he says, laughing nervously, backing up to the shore. "You won't hurt a girl, right?" He shows them Skye, who is still under his possession.

"Right," says Chase. "But you're forgetting one thing: we're on dry land. And on dry land, you have no advantage over us."

Chase was right; Zuma has backed all the way onto dry land, and he was now on Rocky's towel, and he let go of Skye, about to make a run for it.

"Now!" yells Rocky.

Chase and Skye quickly rolled up the towel with Zuma's entire body trapped in it. His head and back paws were the only parts sticking out.

"Uh, guys, what are you doing?" he asked again, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Rocky smiled. "Payback."

He and Chase picked up the Zuma roll and placed him onto the raft. Chase gave the raft a push, and it started sailing outwards toward the bay.

Zuma chuckled nervously. "Haha, okay, that was a good prank, you can untie me now."

Chase shook his head. "Nope, you're going sailing!"

Zuma started to panic. "No, no, you can't do this to me! I'll come back! Please! Unwrap me now!"

Rocky smirked. "Next stop, Foggy Bottom!"

Zuma gasped. "What? No! Anywhere but there! Please please please gahh HELPPPP! HELPPPP!" His pleas faded out as he unwillingly sailed into the horizon.

Rocky and Chase high-fived. Mission completed! A few moments later, Ryder returned with Rubble, Marshall and Katie.

"Hey pups!" he said. "Hey, where's Zuma?"

Chase and Rocky looked at each other and smiled. "Oh, nothing. He's just out exploring!"

Fine