Paw patrol: Truth or dare

Chapter 8

Despite three of them gone, the others decided to continue playing the game, but kept their packs just in case Rocky needed them for something else. Since he was out, the group decided to let a simple game of Rock, Paper, Scissors decide who got to spun. Marshall won using Rock three times in a row and spun the bottle.

"Let's see who is next," said Marshall, just as the bottle landed on Skye. "Skye, Truth or Dare?"

"Hmm, let's go with a truth since the last one was a dare," said Skye with a smile.

"Why are you afraid of eagles so much?" asked Marshall, which peaked the interest of the others besides a frowning Skye. "That is if you don't mind me asking."

"It's actually a sad story," said Skye with a sigh. "My old owner owned a small rabbit farm. It's why I can get along with them so well. One day, a really big eagle came and took one of them away. His name was Hopper because he hopped higher than the rest."

"I'm guessing you never saw him again, huh?" asked Everest with a sympathetic tone.

"Yeah," whispered Skye, wiping a tear from her eye. "But I won't ever let my fear of eagles keep me from being a rescue pup."

"Right on, dudette!" said Zuma with a bark.

Skye spun the bottle for a bit before it landed on Everest. "Hit me with a dare, Skye!" shouted Everest, howling with anticipation.

Skye rubbed her chin a bit before she nodded and pointed at her female friend. "I dare you to try and break Rubble's eating record."

Marshall and Zuma both gasped in shock and looked at Skye as if she was demented. "Skye are you crazy?!" shouted Marshall, tugging his ears. "No pup can out eat Rubble's record! Last time Chase tried it on a bet and he had a stomach ache for a full week! He didn't even get halfway!"

"Hey, I can do it! I'm a pretty big eater!" said Everest with pride. "Jake says that if there was a mountain made out of puppy food I could eat it no problem."

"Yeah, but Everest, this is like fifty-nine bowls of puppy food!" shouted Marshall, shaking his head. "I know you have a big appetite but still..."

"Bring it on! Ice or snow or chow I'm ready to go!" howled Everest with pride.

"Fine, you're tummy's funewal," commented Zuma as he went into the kitchen.

With Rocky leading the way, the pups arrived at street where Farmer Al was waving to them. The cows were still in the middle of the street while a lot of drivers were angry and honking horns. Coming to a stop, the three pups rushed over to Farmer Al. Well, actually two did. Rocky, still trying to be human like, hobbled his way with his two rear legs.

"Uh, Rocky? Why are ya walkin' like a turkey drunk on St. Patrick's Day?" asked Farmer Al.

"It's a long story, but focusing on getting your cows out of the way is more important," said Rocky before turning to his teammates. "Okay, Chase. You put your cones in front of the streets and set a path for the cows to walk. Try hearding them out of the way before focusing on traffic.

"Chase is on the case!" shouted Chase as he rushed over to his police car and started throwing cones around. Once a path was set, Chase summoned his megaphone and started barking near the cows.

"Ruff! Ruff! Come on, cows! Time to mooove on out of here!" shouted Chase. The cows compiled and managed to move towards a grassy section of a nearby park. The car drivers all cheered in responce for this just as Chase went to the middle of the street.

"Okay, I need everyone to watch my signal and listen to me. You'll all be heading home soon!" shouted Chase with his megaphone as he began to direct traffic.

Meanwhile, Rocky, Rubble, and Farmer Al were all beside the cows. "Step one, completed," said Rocky, proudly as he turned to Rubble. "Rubble, I need you to head to one of the farms nearby and get some hay. We can use it to lure the cows back to Farmer Al's."

"Rubble on the double!" shouted Rubble as he drove off, after getting cleared by Chase of course.

"So how do we keep the cows from movin' away while we wait for Rubble?" asked Farmer Al, scratching his head.

Rocky thought about it for a few seconds before he eyed his Recycling Truck. "Hold on! I think I can make something with some stuff in my truck."

Skye, Marshall, and Zuma couldn't believe it. It seemed as if the world had suddenly turned on its head.

"Are we seeing what I think we're seeing?" asked Marshall, jaw wide open.

"I... I can't believe it," whispered Skye.

"Dudes, this is... wow..." muttered Zuma.

Everest continued to eat her bowl before raising it up for Skye to refill. "More please!"

"Dude! That was like ninety-seven bowls of puppy chow!" shouted Zuma, eyes wide. "And you're still hungry?!"

"Seriously? I lost count at sixty-one," whispered Marshall.

"But she did it!" shouted Skye with a flip. "She actually beat the record! Rubble is going to go nuts when he hears about this.

"Seriously, Everest, it's amazing how much you can eat without worry of your weight," said Marshall in awe.

Everest glared at him. "Are you calling me fat?"

Red alert signs went up in Marshall head. Rule number one of any girl, be it human or pup, was never mention, hint, or even suggest they were fat. God help you if you ever directly said it. One time Alex joked that Skye looked to be getting a bit of "extra baggage in the caboose" one time.

The poor kid needed to go through surgery to remove that wedgie he got.

"Ugh, no! Not at all! I-I-I-I," Marshall began to panic as sweat dripped from his face.

Everest giggled. "Relax I was only kidd-"

"IthinkyourthemostbeautifulpupIhavevermetandIdreamaboutyouevernightunderthestarswhichlookjustlikeyoureyesbecausetheyaresoperfectjustlikeyourlaughorsmileortailorfurorevenyourcutenosewhichiswhyeverythingaboutyouissogreatanddeepdownIalwayswantedtosaythatIHAVEALWAYSLOVEDYOU!" shouted Marshall in one breath as he began to breath in and out.

Zuma and Skye's dropped their jaws as Everest gasped and her cheeks turn bright red.

It only took Marshall a few minutes to fully realize what he just said and felt his heart stop.

Oh... dog biscuits...

"Rocky, I don't know how you come up with it," said Farmer Al with an impressed nod.

Using some rope and a few very large dog collars that Rocky had found a while ago, he was able to connect each of the cows with the collars and have the ropes keep them together. That way if they all wanted to move, they had to move as one. One single cow couldn't move without annoying the others.

Chase had long finished his job and joined the three in waiting for Rubble. Sure enough, the bulldog arrived with a large pile of hay being held by his bulldozer. "Lunch time for cows! Ruff!"

The cows quickly smelled the food and started following Rubble all the way towards the direction of Farmer Al's farm. The said Farmer gave Rocky a handshake and shouted, "Shoowee! You pups sure did help me out of a bundle!"

"Well, whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!" said Rocky as he and Chase saluted.

"We better hurry and get back," said Chase, heading for his vehicle. "I get the strange feeling the four are getting in more trouble than it's worth."

"Come on, it's only been two hours. What's the worst that can happen?" asked Rocky.

Aaaaand here's a rare update sorry you guys have to wait so much I'm gonna try to update more chapters now but remember there's a comic and the whole story online so check it out if u don't want to wait forever!