Everyone was looking at the screen.
In a mysteries room.
???: aaaahhh!
????: why are you screaming max?
Max: the kid beated me in uno again!
Ryder: wow really?
The pups were confused.
Max: ill kick your a## this time!
After the round.
Max: wow?!
Ryder: i played this before so its fun!
Max: screw you!
Ryder: well then why dont you eat a cracker you parrot nose f###?!
Ryder: sorry!
Then max hits Ryder.
Ryder: ow!
The pups looked p#####.
Then max hits ryder.
Really p#####.
Ryder: OH YOU WANNA THROW HANDS ILL THROW SOME F##### HANDS SQUARE UP B####!
then ryder and max started to fight.
Chase: wow!
?????: hey! rose whats going on?!
Rose: well the kid keeps beating max in uno and max started hitting him and that lead to this.
They see max covered in scratches.
Max: that kid is tough.
And Ryder looks fine only a busted lip.
Ryder: im tougher then i look!
Max: jason help me!
Jason: look kid-
Ryder: my name is ryder.
Jason: ok ryder our boss is looking for a creature that escaped the lab along with a humanoid robot but the creature is also a humanoid robot.
Ryder: and what does this have to do with me?
Rose: well Ryder the creature we know help people so we're going to use you as bait.
Ryder: what!
All: what!
Max: well it is true.
Ryder: and how am u suppose to be bait?
Max: were gonna cut you.
Ryder: uuhhh-
Rose: Max we're not going to cut him we're just going to leave him somewhere High!
Ryder: um thanks?
Max: uuggghhh!
Ryder: well then-
But then something strange happens.
Issa: ok guys were gonna get some sleep!
Megan: follow me!
Then everyone went to there rooms and slept.
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Author: hey guys so i hope you enjoy this chapter and ill see you guys in the next chapter bye!
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(paw patrol) watching paw patrol ryder past
Fan-FictionAdventure bay has been transported to a theater once again and there going to watch ryder past and find out whats going to happen in the future and whos the girl on the screen and how does she know ryder find out in ryder past.
