AN: I just wanted to do something different. So I decided to create a R63 comic. For those of you who don't know R63 or Rule 63 is that "For any given male character, there is a female version of that character." As well as visa versa. In this case, a Female Marshall who I have named... Marsha!

(Cue small applause)

Yeah, I know. Not too dramatic of a name change. The reason I did this is because this story I thought of would only work if the best friend was female. Since no two friends are closer then Chase and Marshall (or Marsha in this case) I decided to go with them. This is a ten chapter story that I'll be pumping out on a semi-regular basis. I will still be doing my other two fics, don't worry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

Tell me, is it weird to have a girl as your best friend? I mean, most boys grow up with boys as their best friends, but my first and best friend has always been a girl. Her name was Marsha, named after her father Marshall, and she was the clumsiest, funniest, passionate, and kindest dalmatian you would ever meet. I met her when Ryder, my owner, took me out to find candidates for Paw Patrol.

We went to this nearby town called Burnbrook where we saw a fire taking place. Thankfully, nobody was in the building, but to my surprise one of the helpers was a pup as small as I was. She wasn't doing much, just handing over a tool or letting them know about any updates from the fire captain. I did see her slip a lot on the water, but she quickly got back up and went to work. When the fire was over, I saw her leaving with two bigger dalmatians that had to be her parents.

Ryder must have saw something in her because next thing I knew; we were at the fire station talking to the parents. Well, Ryder was, I was exploring the place when I heard someone yell to look out. I turned to look and low and behold I saw that same female dalmatian sliding towards me on giant sponge. We were both knocked into the air and crashed into a bucket of soapy water. At least I didn't need to take a bath that day.

After she apologized, she introduced herself named Marsha, but then burped a large bubble out of her mouth. I couldn't remember a time when I laughed so hard as I did now. That was day Marsha came home with us to trained as our fire pup.

Since that day, we've been together in everything. We trained together, slept next to each other when we had bad dreams, raced and played together. I never had another pup friend until I met Marsha, who said I was her first friend ever too. Eventually, we got other pups to join us like Rocky, Zuma, Skye, Rubble, and Everest. We were a full team of trained pups who were on a mission to rescue those in help no matter how big or small the problem was.

You may be asking me why am I asking this question about having a girl as a best friend now? Well, that's because something happened that made me realize that Marsha was... well, a girl. We were out shopping in the store district for some clothes since summer was coming soon. We normally don't wear clothes, but we like to sometimes wear a hat or scarf when it was cold or shades and swim shorts when it was hot.

Ryder had taken us seven to Bob Beach House for some summer gear we would be needing. Zuma was checking out the surfboards, trying to beg Ryder into getting him a new one despite getting one for Christmas already. That dog loves to surf, let me tell ya. If I didn't know it, I would have thought he had webbed paws. Rocky and Rubble were trying out shades, trying to act like super stars with some poses and singing. Rubble had a great singing voice, but Rocky can't sing if he was even trying to win a million bones.

Everest was checking out some snorkeling gear with me when I heard Skye ask me something. I turned around and saw her with a pink sun dress on, twirling around with a wink in her eye. "How do I look?"

"Wow, you look great!" I said, nodding my head at her display. She gave another wink before hopping over to the others to see their reaction. I shook my head at her actions. She was such a flirt sometimes.

"What about me, Chase? What do you think?" asked Marsha.

I turned my head, ready to just give a compliment when I froze like ice had come over me. She was wearing a blue sundress with a pink bow in the back, flowing in the air from a nearby open window. Behind one of her ears, was a red rose, that made her look ever more pretty. I didn't answer for awhile as my jaw was still trying to close from the shock of seeing my best friend looking so… great!

"Y-you don't like it?" asked Marsha, nervously whimpering.

My common sense came back into my brain as I shook my head. "No! You look amazing! Beautiful! I was just stunned by how good you look."

This seemed to cheer her up as she started to blush and patted her paw to the ground. "C-come on. I-it's not that great."

"I'm serious, Marsha, I've never seen you look so good," I complimented with a smile.

"T-thanks! M-maybe Ryder will let me buy it! I'll go ask him!" she said in a haste as she rushed over. Earning a few wows from the others for her dress.

Even I still couldn't believe how good she looked. It was like I was seeing an entire different pup. That's when I felt something growing in my chest. It was like a pinch and was warm, but I didn't pay it any head. I thought I was just getting hot because of the weather.

Eventually, we all bought our stuff and Ryder gave us the rest of the day to do what we wanted. He trusted us to walk around on our own and interact with the others. We were local heroes so everybody knew us and respected us. Zuma and Rocky opted to go see a movie while Rubble wanted to head back home with Ryder to work on his digger. Everest and Skye were both interested in checking out a few more shops and even invited Marsha to join them.

"Sorry, girls," she replied before walking over to my side. "I'm gonna stick with Chase for the day. You two have fun!"

The two bid us goodbye before we turned around and began walking in the opposite direction. "So what do you want do? Beach? Park? Just walk around?" I asked, happy to spend another day with my best friend.

"I was thinking we could go to our spot and just chill?" suggested Marsha.

"I'm down with that," I said without hesitation. The spot she was taking about was a grove we found when we were little with a great view of the stairs and skies. We always went there to talk or relax while doing nothing. We didn't know why we continued to do it, I guess it was just cool to have our own secret hideout that the others didn't know about; not even Ryder knew and we told him pretty much everything.

"Great! Last one there is a rotten egg!" shouted Marsha, barking with joy as she charged ahead.

"Marsha!" I shouted, seeing where she was heading for. "You're going to crash into that-" BONG! "-fire hydrant."

"I'm good…"

One of the best things about the spot was that it was on a hill, so we could see the nearby ocean and all its wonder. I heard some dogs go their whole lives without seeing the ocean at least once. To me, not seeing it every day was weird. Me and Marsha both rested on our stomachs as we saw the sea's waves crashing against the cliffs about half a mile away from us. Sometimes we just sat there and said nothing while other times all we did was talk.

It used to be that would talk about everything as best friends could, but as The Lookout became more and more crowded it became harder to be secretive. That's why we always came to the spot at least once a week. Of course, we also came here when something important needed to be said. Like the time Marsha ran away when she thought we didn't want her anymore because she caused a lot of mess ups. I told her that no matter how much she screwed up she would never stop being my best friend and I even did a Paw Patrol oath that I would come to her whenever she needed me. She actually hugged me and cried a few tears after that and our bond got stronger than ever.

While I sat there, going over this week training regime for our team, Marsha turned around and asked, "Hey, Chase. What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused by the question. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is do you want to be with Paw Patrol your entire life or do you want to do something more than it?" she asked. "I mean, I wouldn't mind I guess, but what about you?"

I tilted my head and tried to think. "To be honest, I never really thought about the idea. I guess it would be cool to be some kind of army dog or secret agent for the government. But I don't think I could abandon you or the others. You're like my family and I wanna make sure that we can stay together forever if possible."

"Yeah, that would pretty cool. Still rescuing people when we're old and gray," chuckled Marsha.

"What brought this on?" I asked.

"Mom and Dad said they plan on retiring this year," answered Marsha, with a shrug. "They said they're content with the legacy they left behind and trust me enough to find my own path. I don't know what they plan to do now that they're no longer going to be fire dogs. I guess I started wondering about my own future and all."

I sat up and waked over to her, giving her a friendly nuzzle. "Well, whatever you do. I'm sure that you'll be the best at it."

"Come on, a clumsy girl like me? I'm probably second best at everything," said Marsha, with a sad smile on her face.

"No way! Would a second place pup pull of an entire rescue of kitties on her own? Would a second place pup risk her life every time there was a fire and person who needed to be rescued? Would a second place pup spend an entire afternoon and night making sure all her sick friends were healthy and warm?" I shook my head and gave her a proud smile. "You are not a second rate, pup. You are first and always have been in my books."

"Chase," whispered Marsha who wiped some tears in her eyes. "You know how to make a girl cry."

"Well, I try not to, that would be rude," I said with a chuckle. Before I could continue, both our pup tags lit up.

"Paw Patrol! To The Lookout!" cried out Ryder's voice.

"Ryder needs us!" we both shouted as we howled with excitement for another adventure.

We were halfway to the Lookout when, we turned the corner for a short cut through an ally. However, that's when I heard Marsha bump into somebody and crash into a garbage can. I came to a halt to make sure they were both okay. Marsha, with a banana peel on her nose, shook off the trash on her as she helped the pup she bumped into up. "Sorry about that!"

"No problem," he answered as he straightened himself. He was a shiba inu dog about our age and height with a long haired mane over his right eye and a dashing smile. "I should have looked where I was going. Are you okay, Miss?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Trust me, I'm used to this. Are you new in town?" asked Marsha, wagging her tai at the prospect of meeting a new pup.

"Yup," he answered, "My name is Ken. My owner and I just moved here. I was getting to know the place when we, uh, become acquainted." He raised his paw and Marsha shook it. "May I know your name?"

"I'm Marsha, and that's Chase,' she said with a smile.

He turned to face me and held his paw. "Please to meet you."

"Please to meet you too," I said quickly as I shook his paw.

"I must say, I didn't know I would be running into other pups so quickly. Especially a couple such as yourselves," said Ken.

Upon hearing the word "couple", both me and Marsha turned red and looked at each other with shock. Together, we both shouted, "We're just friends!"

"Oh!" said Ken, covering his mouth. "I didn't mean… I just assumed…"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry, but our owner need us for something. Come on, Marsha."

"Coming! See ya, Ken!" shouted Marsha as the two of us rushed forward. "He seems like a nice pup. Think he'll want to play?"

"Sure, it would be nice to have a new friend," I said looking over at Marsha. "Although, that was kinda funny he thought of us as a couple."

"I know, right?" laughed Marsha.

I tried to laugh too but it wasn't as hard for some reason. Nevertheless, I put the though back in my mind and focused on whatever recuse that was to be.

Little did I know that was the start of my problems.