A misunderstanding broke the Paw Patrol. One of them decided to run away from the Paw Patrol, and it's up to the other six to return that member back home. Will they be able to find the missing member?
Marshall was enjoying his time walking at the city by himself. Sometimes, he spent his time alone without Chase besides him.
When he was in front of Mr. Porter's café, Marshall saw Mr. Porter was docking off some of the supplies from his van.
"Hello, Mr. Porter!" Marshall greeted him.
"Oh, hi Marshall. Strolling by yourself, huh?" Mr. Porter replied.
"Yeah, I am. Mind if I help you, sir?" Marshall approached Mr. Porter who was carrying a box of apple.
"Sure—whoa!" An apple fell from the box suddenly.
Marshall stopped the apple and threw the apple back into the box. But, instead of entering the box, the apple hit Mr. Porter's head causing him to drop the whole box of apple to the street.
"Oh no!" Marshall was panicked and tried to chase the apples away.
But it was too late, a car ran over those rolling apples. Nothing left behind other than 'apple juices'.
"Oops..." Marshall lowered his ears. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Porter. I'll clean it up."
"No need, Marshall." Mr. Porter stopped him. "You've helped enough today. Sorry, okay?" He patted Marshall's head slowly.
Marshall sighed and whimpered sadly. "Sorry again, Mr. Porter."
"That's okay, don't sweat over it. I'm not going to get bankrupt if it was only one box of apple. It's fine, Marshall." Mr. Porter assured that dog and returned loading off some more boxes.
Marshall went away from the café, still sad with what did he just do. But, several meters from the café, Marshall did a second trouble.
"Excuse me, Marshall!" Someone screamed. When he looked at the voice's source, it was Mayor Goodway who was trying her new scooter. But... she was tumbling down.
Marshall dodged away and saw Mayor Goodway fell over to the bushes.
"Mayor Goodway!" Marshall went to her and helped her to get up. "I-I'm really sorry, Mayor Goodway! I-I didn't mean to block your way..." Marshall almost cried.
"Shh, it's okay Marshall. My bad, I was careless when driving this." Luckily she wore a helmet. Mayor Goodway thanked Marshall and pulled her scooter. "Just wanna try this new scooter of mine, but it sounds that it needs some little tweaking. I wonder who can fix this."
"Maybe Rocky would..." Marshall mumbled and went away. "Why I do always make problems...?"
At the Lookout, Marshall saw his friends were playing volleyball. Zuma, who noticed Marshall's arrival, invited him.
"Mawshall! Wanna play some volleyball, dude?" He offered.
"Eh?" Marshall looked at them. Rocky rolled the ball to that Dalmatian. "O-okay, I guess. Here it goes!" Marshall took a position and smashed the ball quite hard. Unfortunately, it hit his friends and also made them stuck at the net. Not only that, the net pole also fell over.
"...Marshall, I really wonder why you can hit the ball that hard..." Chase grumbled when the ball rolled over.
"O-ow... wait, let me get the ball!" Marshall chased the ball that went downhill from the Lookout.
When Marshall was gone, Rubble called his friends from inside the Lookout.
"Guys! Apollo the Super Dog is about to start! Come on, let's go watch it together!" He shouted.
"Oh, really? Let's go, then!" Skye went inside with the other, but Chase.
"Wait a moment. I need to wait for Marshall first, he's taking our ball." Chase lowered his eyebrows, worried.
"I see, then. Don't get too long! You might miss the show!" Rubble went in.
It had been 3 minutes, but Marshall hadn't returned yet. Chase looked inside the Lookout that played the cartoon show already and looked back to the outside.
"Dear, what took you so long?" Chase mumbled and went inside, still worried about his brother.
After a while, Marshall finished his chase with the ball and returned the ball back to the Lookout. But, when he arrived, everyone was gone.
"Where are they going?" Marshall wondered.
He heard some laughing noise from inside the Lookout. Marshall approached the entrance, but before entering, he heard something.
"He can't do things right, that's bad!"
"Yeah, he sucks. What a dumb dog."
"Dogs like him always destroy stuff, psh."
One that struck him really bad was, he heard Chase said, "He shouldn't disturb anyone, you know."
"Th... they really hate me, huh..." Marshall cried slowly. He let the ball away back to the field and went inside from the Lookout.
He planned to go away from the Lookout, Paw Patrol's home. Maybe forever.
"They don't need me anymore, right? Like what they said, 'he can't do things right'..." Marshall looked at the tower.
He couldn't believe that this day will come. He had to leave the Paw Patrol because that was what the others wanted. His only home, his only house...
"Goodbye, Paw Patrol. Goodbye, Ryder. Goodbye... my dearest brother, Chase..." Marshall packed his stuff and went away with his truck. His tears flowed and kept on flowing minute by minute. He couldn't hide his sadness anymore, he cried as much as he can.
Home, where... his friends, and where he can get a family warmth, was... now, it's all over...
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(Running Through Time) ~ A Yearbook of Chase and Marshall ~
FanfictionA series that tells the tale of Chase and his friends in an unusual year. There's something different with this year... what would it be? A Paw Patrol series that consisted of short-stories that can be linked with each other. Mainly focused on Chase...
