Paw patrol: Truth or dare

Chapter 12 (Ending)

(warning kind of innapropriate but no detail so just be cautious)

The pups all made it back to the Lookout with satisfied smirks on their faces. "That was the greatest thing ever," said Rocky. "I feel so relieved."

"Do you mean that literally?" asked a grinning Marshall.

"Yup!"

"Should we be worried about leaving Alex tied up like that?" asked Everest with a little concern for the human.

"Eh, we'll rescue him later," said Chase as they got back into their circle. "So shall we play again?"

"Actually, I was wondering if we could soon stop," said Marshall, rubbing his paws. "I… well… we… um…"

Everest giggled before nuzzling her boyfriend. "Marshall wants to take me out for dinner tonight. So we need to get ready for it."

All the pups gave a little "aww" upon hearing this while Marshall kissed Everest on the cheek. "Okay then," said Rubble, putting his paw up. "Let's do one more round! This time everybody goes, okay?"

The pups all nodded in agreement and Chase spun the bottle one more time before it landed on Zuma. "Eh, I'm all dared out. I'll take a twuth as my last one."

Chase scratched his head a bit, trying to think of a good truth for his friend. "Hmm, what to ask…"

"Ask anything bwo," said Zuma, raising his head a bit. "I'm not afwaid."

"Except for toilets," whispered Skye to Rocky which made them both giggle and Zuma to glare at them.

Chase snapped his paws (a talent he learned on his own) before pointing to Zuma. "Tell us about Damian Stone!"

Zuma raised his eyebrow. "Why do you want to know about him?"

"Because you were involved in something that got him arrested weren't you?" asked Chase. "It was something I heard in passing when I was visiting a police station in Costal City. You used to live there, right? What happened?"

"… ugh… I'm never going to hear the end of this…" Zuma muttered before starting his story. "It all began one day…

Zuma and his parents, both chocolate labs like him, were walking down the beach with their human owners, Masha and Greg, when they decided to enter a tiki hut shack. It was near closing time, but the owners were willing to give them some ice cream before they closed down. As the family of both humans and dogs were about to eat, someone suddenly came out of nowhere and scooped up their ice cream.

The shocked family of five turned around to see a crazed looking hobo dressed man with golden teeth and green hair raise their stolen ice cream in victory. "Behold! I have yet stolen another set of ice cream! Thus I, Damian Stone, Ice Cream Gangster of Costal City! Shall now get away!"

And thus he started to run.

Zuma, not waiting to waste his strawberry ice cream to some maniac, took chase after the hobo despite his parents telling him to heel. Zuma ignored them and continued to bark against the hobo who saw him and tried to run faster, but the little pup was still a match for him. Halfway down the beach, the hobo turned around and glared.

"So, you think you can stop me, huh?! Well, prepare to face my little friend, Shiva!" said the hobo reaching into his pocket.

Zuma gulped. Was it a knife? A gun? Some kind of weapon?

It was… a stick.

A simple stick with a pointy end.

"Ha! Are you scared yet!" said Damian Stone waving his stick around.