Paw Patrol: Apollo the Not-So-Super Pup

Six Cheers for the Mayor!

The five pups wagged their tails as they grubbed down on their broiled liver sausage breakfast with bone-shaped pancakes; all except one pup who just stared at his bowl full of food with a saddened expression.

A chocolate labrador with yellow irises was happily scarfing his meal down. "Dude, these are the best liver sausages and pancakes I've ever had!" He shouted cheerfully, wagging his tail.

"Yeah!" Barked the blue eyed dalmatian. "These sausages are liver-licious!"

Skye giggled. "Marshall... You have pancake on your nose."

The dalmatian looked down to see a small piece of pancake stuck to the side of his nose and used his tongue to scoop it into his mouth. "Mmm pancake-er-rific." he replied with a content expression.

The other four just laughed at him.

"Oh Marshall." said Chase, with a smile.

Marshall turned to look at the bulldog a few feet away from him. "Rubble? You've barely touched your food. Is everything alright?" he asked with a hint of concern.

Rubble didn't even bother looking up. "I'm just not feeling hungry right now..." he replied with an unchanged expression.

The group gasped. It was a shock to hear those words ever come from Rubble's mouth. All the pups loved to eat, but none more than Rubble.

"What's wong Rubble?" Zuma asked, as his shock turned to concern.

Rubble sighed. "It's just... I had that dream again."

"You mean 'that dream'?" asked Rocky; a gray mixed breed pup, while raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah..." replied Rubble, sadly. "The dreams feel so real. I just wish I could get to meet Apollo..."

"Yeah." Marshall replied, looking up at the ceiling and smiling. "That would be a dream come true. Apollo is the greatest."

An awkward silence filled the room before a boy with peach skin and dark-brown hair who looked to be about thirteen, wearing a red and white vest with long-sleeves walked into the room. He held in his hand what looked to be a paper-like object. "Morning pups!" he said with a gentle wave.

"Morning Ryder!" the pups barked in unison.

"I see you're all enjoying the special breakfast I made for you." He continued as he smiled. He looked around and noticed one of the pup's bowls were still full. "Rubble? You haven't touched your food. Is everything alright?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rubble hesitated. "Well... lately I've been dreaming a lot about meeting Apollo the super pup." Rubble whined. "The dreams always feel so real, like it's actually happening... and then I wake up..."

"Well you know Rubble, your dreams are really vivid sometimes. Like the time you dreamt Alex was a giant." Ryder said as he chuckled.

"Yeah, I remember that." chuckled Marshall as he chimed in.

Ryder continued as he leaned down on one knee and placed a hand on Rubble's head. "But that's nothing to be sad about. You can always go back to sleep and dream again."

"But that's just it. I don't wanna dream it..." the bulldog replied as he looked up with wide eyes. "It's such a tease. I want it to actually happen... but I guess it's never going to..." He lowered his head again.

Ryder stood to his feet smiling. "Well I guess I should start my announcement then."

The other five looked up at him curiously as he reached into an envelope that he had within his hand the entire time.