AN: Hey, everybody. Before anybody says anything, I have this fic already done. This is just the first chapter, but the rest will come out over the month during a weekly period.

Some of you have almost might have heard that I decided to Discontinue Partners In Fire due to being so busy with work and all. While there were people supportive of this, understanding that real life is more important, there are those who have been convincing me to jut put it on Hiatus until my busy season is over. I'm thinking of doing that, but we'll see. I'm also currently writing the next chapter of Everest Gone Missing so we'll be seeing an update for that soon as well.

As for this fic, it's a humor fic that makes fun of the Chase x Marshall paring based on the South Park episode Craig x Tweek. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol.

They didn't notice it at first when it started to happen. After all, Chase and Marshall had been hanging out with each other since they were little. It wasn't uncommon to see them acting close. However, Chase had been noticing for the past few months that everybody in Adventure Bay was giving them strange looks. Almost as if they were adoring the two being seen together. Whenever Chase had pounce Marshall in a friendly game of tag he could hear someone say things like how "cute" they were. Or how luck Marshall was to have someone like Chase. It wasn't just in town, it happened back home too. When Marshall shared his dinner one time, he spotted Zuma and Skye giving each other winks. Rocky was even whispering how Marshall was always dotting on "his german sheppy".

That was when Chase was getting suspicious. Being the detective that he was, he decided to watch everyone closely when he was interacting with Marshall. Yet again it was the same. Eyes of adoration, pride, and even hearing the occasional "dawww". Heck, one guy even walked up to the two, gave them a thumb up, and said he supported them all the way. There was even one time when some lady from out of town shouted that he and Marshall were going to burn in hell, but she got ran out of town quickly. The town then gave them ice cream sundaes to make them feel better, but Chase and Marshall didn't feel anything except confusion. Still, they weren't got to say not to free sundaes.

Curious, Chase tried to see if he would get the same reaction if he acted as friendly with the other pups as he did with Marshall. To his shock, this didn't happen. Nobody batted a second eye towards them no matter which pup Chase was playing or interacting with. What really weird him out was when Rubble, who he was trying very hard to be close with, told him that he didn't "run that side of the park" and he should "stay on his commitment to Marshall".

Chase didn't know what the heck he was talking about, and even asked Marshall if there was some promise or duty that he owed him. To Marshall knowledge, there wasn't anything he could think of either. His birthday had already passed. Christmas was months away. He didn't owe him any favors. And he didn't do anything bad to Marshall that resulted in him needing to pay him back in repentance.

Chase was fully flunked on what it was that others were seeing with him and Marshall that the two of them couldn't. Finally, he decided to do the one thing he should have done: ask one of the pups.

Walking towards Skye's pup house, he spotted his little crush drinking some water out of her bowl before coughing into his paw for her attention. "Um, Skye? Can I ask you something?" asked Chase.

"Sure, what is it?" asked Skye, wagging her tail with a smile.

"Well… I noticed that everyone, including you and the pups, keeps treating Marshall and I like we're something special. Why is that? I know we've done some pretty good rescues together, but I don't know why you guys are so… encouraging towards us," he asked, leaning forward for answers.

Skye tilted her head, asking, "Wait, you mean you didn't know? Everyone figured it out a long time ago. You don't need to hide it anymore, Chase. We're all in support of it."

"Support of what?" asked Chase, raised an eyebrow.

Skye snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. We all know."

"No, I don't know! What's going on?!" asked Chase, growling a bit before Skye said a reply that made him freeze from toe to tail.

"About you and Marshall dating, duh!"

Marshall.

Him.

Dating.

Together?

A large "WHAT?!" went out so loud that everyone in Adventure Bay paused and looked around before resuming their business. Meanwhile, Chase was staring at Skye with such a big open mouth it could have filled a whole pizza pie. His eyes were bugged out, almost looking ready to come out of their sockets. Skye found the whole thing hilarious and started laughing at the sight. It took Chase a few good minutes to regain his senses and shake his head back to normal.

"I'm sorry, but what the heck?! You think I'm gay?! You think Marshall is gay?! You think we're gay for each other?!" asked Chase, shaking his head in disbelief. "What on earth makes you think that?! I'm not gay! And I certainly don't like Marshall that way!"

"Oh, please," sighed Skye, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to lie, Chase. We've seen how close you guys are. Nuzzling. Playing together alone. Rolling in the fields. Sharing treats. Napping next to each other. It's obvious that you two are heads over tails for each other. Once we all figured out, we decided we would support you both. Because, even if you are gay, you're still our best friends."

"But I'm not gay! I like girls! I like yo-o-o-odeling!" shouted Chase, blushing like a tomato.

"Huh?"

"Never mind! I gotta go!" shouted Chase as he rushed off. This is insane! My crush thinks I'm boyfriends with Marshall?! Is this really what everyone thinks?

Chase decided to find out if that question was true. He asked everyone from his fellow Paw Patrol pups:

"Dude, like, evewyone knows. It's not that bad of a thing, dude. You're still our bwos and all."

"I think it's brave what you and Marshall are doing, Chase. In fact, I can try to invent a machine that can see how good your relationship is doing if you want."

"Of course. It was a shock to me. I though Marshall had a crush on me, but I guess he was more into guys then snow girls. Why is it always the cute ones?"

"When can I expect a wedding?!"

To the citizens of Adventure Bay:

"Why are you asking, Chase? Of course, I know! In fact, I can trim and wash you up to make you look really handsome for your next date!"

"Why I happily happen to have known about your loving love of luscious lust for Marshall, Chase. Makes me wish I had a great gorgeous giggly girlfriend."

"Grandpa says he'll make you some sweets to give to your boyfriend, Chase. If you don't want them though, I'll eat them as your pretend boyfriend!"

Alex's response had scared Chase, but in the end, it turned out everyone really though Chase and Marshall were a couple. Even Ryder.

"Chase, if you're worried about my disapproval then you don't have to fear anything. If it doesn't interfere with our missions, you two can date as much as you want."

Chase didn't know what to do. He tried telling them all he wasn't gay, and neither was Marshall, but they didn't' believe him. In the end, he summoned the spotted dog to his pup house to talk about this problem. This responded in Zuma and Rocky making kissing faces as they passed by much to Chase's annoyance.

"So, what did you want to talk about, Chase?" asked Marshall as he sat down across from the police pup.

"Marshall, I found out why everyone's been treating us so strange lately," said Chase.

"People have been treating us different?" asked Marshall as Chase stared at him with disbelief.

"You haven't noticed?! It's been going on for weeks!" shouted Chase.

"I just assumed everyone was just being friendlier then normal," said Marshall.

Chase rolled his eyes before shaking his head. "No, Marshall. Everybody in town, and even in the Lookout, thinks were dating!"

"Dating?! I didn't know we were dating! Oh, man. Have I been a good partner?! Should I take us out to dinner?! Why didn't anybody tell me I had a lover?!" shouted Marshall, holding his ears in a panic. Chase's response was a slap to the face. "Ow! What was that?! Domestic abuse?!"

"No, that was me knocking sense into you! We're not boyfriends!" shouted Chase.

"But you just said we were?" pointed out Marshall.

"I'm saying everybody thinks were gay," repeated Chase, facepawing. "We're not gay. I don't know how they came across this idea that we are, but we're not… right?"

"No, I like girls too. You know I got that crush on Everest, right?" replied Marshall.

"Then why did you act so worried about being a good boyfriend to me?" asked Chase, stepping back a bit.

"Well, if I was your boyfriend it's only polite to be the best you can, right?" asked Marshall.

"… whatever," replied Chase. "The point is we need to convince everyone we're not gay. If we don't, we'll never have Skye or Everest date us!"

"So, what do we do?" asked Marshall.

"I don't know. Any ideas?" asked Chase.

"Hmm," Marshall rubbed his chin a bit before his eyes lit up. "I got it! We fake out deaths. Wait it out of a few weeks. Get our fur changed into different colors. Then come back as two new pups with new names to retake our old positions."

"… let's call that Operation: Not Happening," replied Chase, rolling his eyes. "Okay, I think I got an idea. All we need to do is stop acting so close and we'll be fine."

"Wait, you wanna stop being friends?" asked Marshall, whimpering.

"We'll just be pretending. All we do is just ignore each other and have very little interaction. Eventually, the others will see we're not really a couple and this whole thing will clear out," replied Chase.

"But what if one of us is having an emergency? Like we're attacked by ninjas?! Or poisoned by snakes?! Or Micheal Bolton is singing in the park?!"

"I'm sure that's not going to happen, Marshall," replied Chase. "Now, once we get there. We don't talk to each other. We don't do anything with each other. We'll give it a few days and see how it goes. Okay?"

"Okay... but seriously if Micheal Bolton starts singing I'm going to scream for help."

The plan was put into gear as soon as the two woke up the next morning. They didn't play with each other. They didn't look at each other. They pretty much ignored each other entirely. The others quickly noticed as they saw their so called famous gay couple just doing their own thing.

"What's wrong with them?" asked Skye, looking at Marshall swinging on the swing in the playground while Chase was napping under a tree. "They haven't said a single word to each other all day."

"Maybe they're having a fight?" asked Rocky. "I'm sure things will be fine tomorrow.

To their shock, the same thing happened again. Chase and Marshall barely acknowledged that the two were even in the same room, much less existed. It was making the other pups worry.

"Are you guys having a fight?" asked Rubble to Chase somewhere around mid-afternoon.

Chase just paused and shrugged. "No, we're not."

When Rubble replied this to the others, they were all in serious thought. "It sounds like Chase is trying to hide the pain inside," replied Rocky, rubbing his chin. "I wonder what they fought over?"

"How long does a fight normally last in a welationship?" asked Zuma, scratching his ears.

"Not this long. Must be serious," replied Skye, looking determined. "We have to get them back together! And I know just the way!"

"Hey, Chase?" asked Skye, walking over to her friend's pup house the next day. He was reading a Batman comic when he noticed her and looked up. "Are you busy tonight?"

"No, why?" asked Chase, tilting his head.

"I need your help with something in the Lookout tonight. Just the two of us. That okay?" asked Skye, blinking her eyes in a cute yet flirty way. It made Chase turn red as his thoughts began to turn.

Is she asking me out?! She must think I'm not gay anymore! Yes! The plan is working! Thought Chase with a party going on in his head. "O-Of course! Anything for you, Skye!"

"Great! Just meet me in the living room. Oh, and wear something nice to wear like that tuxedo you wore to Barkingburg!" said Skye as she rushed off.

"I will!" shouted Chase as he quickly ditched his comic book to get ready for his date. "I better take Katie up on that offer to make me look good!"

Chase, all cleaned, primed, and dressed, made his way to the living room with a set of fresh roses in his mouth. He had spent three hours getting ready for this, and already he was picturing what his life would be like with Skye as his girlfriend. Soon, we'll be mates. Get married. Have puppies. Watch them grow. Retire to the Bahama's. Grow old. And peacefully pass away in our beds before an eternity in heaven. Life is good!

He entered the living room, noticing a small table with candle already lit. There were two plates of warm spaghetti and meatballs all set up. Chase chucked as he saw the cliché sight. Somebody's been watching the Lady and the Tramp.

Setting the flowers on the table, he sat down in front of one of the plates and began to wait for his date to arrive. He started to daydream and plan out their future anniversaries when he was suddenly tapped from behind. Thinking it was Skye, he turned around. "Hello, my beautiful future maaaaaaarshall?!"

Chase's mouth dropped in shock as he was a nose touch away from his best friend who was also dressed in a tux, only it was red instead of blue. "Chase? What are you doing here? Where's Zuma?"

"Zuma? What are you talking about?"

"Zuma said he needed some help and I should come in dressed in my best clothing," replied Marshall, looking confused. "I don't know why though. He just said it was important."

"… oh, no." Chase lowered his head and groaned. "They set us up for a date!"

"Wait, really?!" asked Marshall as he blushed and began to step back. "But I thought this whole 'no speaking' thing was working!"

"Apparently, it worked too well. They must have thought we were having a fight and want us to make up" growled Chase as he glared at the table in anger. "Damnit!" He swiped one of the meatballs and started to swallow it whole. Unfortunately, he swallows it too fast that it got stuck in his throat.

Chase's eyes widened as he found it hard to breath and began choking. Marshall, seeing this, quickly positioned Chase on the table and got on top of his back. He wrapped his paws around Chase's chest and began to perform the heinrich maneuver.

Meanwhile, the other pups were wondering if their plan was going well. They stayed quiet until they heard gasping and grunting, making them raise their eyebrows. "I'll check it out," replied Rocky as went for the door leading to the living room and opened it. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

Due to the positioning and motions of Marshall and Chase, it looked like something else was happening. Something that wasn't dinner or saving a pup's life from choking. Something a little more 'adult'. Blushing like crazy, Rocky turned away and slowly walked back to the others.

"Well?" asked Skye.

"… I think it's safe to say they aren't fighting anymore," replied Rocky, thinking about what he saw. And here I thought Chase would be the one on top.