PAW Patrol: Marshall Gone Missing.

Chapter 10

Although he had been hoping his first mission as a member of  the Paw Patrol would be big, Zuma didn't expect it to be this big. An electrical fire had caused a boat rental shop to catch fire, and the entire team was needed to handle it. Marshall took the lead by using his fire truck to spray water at the building while Chase kept the growing crowd away from danger. Skye was keeping an eye on things in the air, being mindful of the smoke, while Zuma and Rocky were in charge of making sure the nearby boats didn't catch on fire.

Zuma was surprised by how calm the team was. They had only been operational for a few months, but they were acting like pros. Zuma, having only been around for two weeks, couldn't help but be impressed. While Rocky was using his tools to unhook the boats and tying them to the hovercraft, Zuma was ordered to bring them to the other side of the bay as far from the fire as possible.

"That's the last one, Wyder!" said Zuma, calling his new owner. He watched as Rocky tied the rope of the last boat to the harbor.

"Great job, Zuma and Rocky! You guys head back here and-"

'Help! Help! That's my store!" shouted the voice of a woman. Zuma activated his view screen on his tag and saw a blond woman talking to Ryder. "That's my shop! Oh my gosh! My son's in there!"

Both Zuma and Rocky gasped at the thought of a kid inside that huge fire. Zuma had never seen a fire as big as this one before. If a human is in there…

"Ma'am! Which floor is your child on?!" asked Marshall, running into view.

"Second floor, by the back of the house!"

Marshall looked to be in deep concentration before a look of determination appeared on his face. "Arf! Oxygen mask!" a red mask settled onto Marshall's face as he turned to Ryder. "I'm going in, Ryder. Have someone else take the hose, and keep spraying the shop!"

Ryder nodded. "Okay. Marshall, you head inside, and find that child. Be careful."

"Ready for a ruff ruff rescue!"

"Zuma, you and Rocky head back here to help with the fire."

"Green means go!"

"Let's dive in!"

Rocky jumped back onto the hovercraft as Zuma went full speed ahead. Along the way, Zuma couldn't help but worry if maybe Marshall was in over his head. "Hey, Wocky? Will Mawshall be okay?"

"It's Rocky and Marshall, Zuma," said Rocky.

"Sorry, my speech impediment is something I've had to live with," replied Zuma.

Rocky nodded. "Anyway, Marshall will be fine. He's been training to do this ever since he was born. He'll be okay. Despite his goofiness, he's a good Fire-Pup."

Zuma barked in agreement and soon made it to the closest harbor with the flaming shop close by. Before Zuma could follow Rocky out, an explosion from the shop nearly blew the pups off their paws as a giant fireball shot out into the air. "Holy cow! Did you see that, dude?!" shouted Zuma.

"Yeah, but Marshall was still in there!" shouted Rocky with horror.

Pressing his tag, Rocky called out, "Ryder! Is Marshall okay?!"

"I don't know! I'm trying to get in contact with him! Skye, where did that explosion come from?!"

"Second floor! And I could see that fireball all the way up here!"

Zuma gulped. If it was really that big then did that mean that Marshall and the child were..

"*cough* *cough*Marshall here! I'm okay!"

Both Zuma and Rocky sighed in relief upon hearing their teammates voice. Ryder then spoke. "Marshall, what happened?"

"It's my fault. I had to dodge a falling piece of wood, but I knocked over a gas can. The explosion blocked my exit, but I found the kid. He's okay, but we need to find a way out before we run out of air."

"Can you see any way out?" asked Ryder.

There was a brief pause before Marshall answered. "Yeah, I think I have a way, but I'll need Zuma's help!"

"What do you need me do, Mawshall?" asked Zuma.

Marshall giggled. "Sorry, still getting used to hearing my name sound like that. Anyway, there is a window in the kids' room that's right over the water. We can jump in and Zuma can bring us to land."

"Sounds like a plan. You hear that, Zuma?" asked Ryder.

"On my way!" shouted Zuma as he turned his hovercraft back on and made for the store.

Although the flames intimidated him, Zuma wasn't going to be a scaredy pup when his friend needed him. He reached the end of the rental where the flames hadn't touched yet and saw the window Marshall was talking about. Tapping his communicator, Zuma said, "Marshall. I'm here!"

"Great. Watch out below. Arf Axe!"

The sound of a window smashing alerted Zuma to the window where he saw a red axe smash it up, giving Marshall a clear path for the water. The kid, a blond boy who had to be around seven years old, was right beside him. Getting an idea, Zuma cried out, "Arf! Buoy!" The front of his hovercart opened and shut out a buoy with a line into the water. "Mawshall! Have the kid jump into the buoy!"

"Good idea, Zuma! We're gonna jump! Three! Two! One!"shouted Marshall as he and the kid jumped.

The kid screamed a bit but he managed to land perfectly in the buoy while Marshall splashed into the water next to him. Spitting out water, Marshall pushed the kid to the hovercraft where he climbed in.

"T-thanks for rescuing me… can I get to my mom now?" asked the kid.

"Sure thing, little dude," said Zuma with a smile before turning to Marshall who shook himself dry. "Dude, that was awesome!"

"Thanks," said Marshall with a smile. He tapped his tag. "Marshall here. We got the kid, Ryder. We're coming back to bring him to his mommy."

"Great work, pups. See you soon."

"Glad to see your still one piece. I thought you were gonna break your promise for a second there," said Chase, trying to sound professional, but Zuma could detect a hint of worry.

Marshall chuckled. "Don't worry, Chase. I never break my promises. Marshall out."

"What pwomise are you talking about?" asked Zuma.

Marshall turned to Zuma and said, "Eh, nothing. Just something we did when we were younger. Let's get back to shore. I got a fire to put out."

"You're still up for mowe? Aren't you tiwed?" asked Zuma.

"Is the fire still burning?" asked Marshall with a grin. "Then so am I!"