AN: Well, I started a new story. Hope you like it!

It was a pleasant sunny morning. All the pups were up and having fun. There were no emergencies, it was just at calm.

All the pups were playing volleyball. It was Rubble's turn.

Marshall: Coming at you, Rubble.

Rubble: I got it! I got it!
Rubble wasn't watching where he was going, and then all of a sudden, he felt something cool on his paw. He lifts it up, and discovers he stepped in dog poop.

Rubble: Ew! Marshall! Get it off, Get it off!
Rubble slips, and the ball hits him in the face.

Rubble: That just added insult to injury.

Marshall gets to Rubble, but his hose turns on before he turns to Rubble, and sprays Rocky.

Rocky: *muffled from hairs in his mouth* MARSHALL! That's the eighth time this week!

Marshall feels terrible.

Marshall: I'm sorry Rocky….

Rocky: Sorry don't cut it anymore!
Rocky turns his back to the Dalmatian, and walks away. Marshall goes inside crying.

Zuma: Dude, Mawshall to that pwetty hawd…

Chase: I agree, this is the third time you've scolded him, I think he gets the point.

Rocky: If he got "The Point", he wouldn't be spraying me left and right!

Everest: He does it on accident!

Rocky: You're an accident!

Skye: Look, can you stop being mean to everybody?!

Rocky: Go away you pesky morons!

Rocky shoos the team away successfully, and his girlfriend appears.

Rocky: Abigail!

Rocky starts to embrace her, but is met with a stiff arm.

Abigail: Hold it! I came here to tell you something…

Rocky: What?

Abigail: I came here to say that until you can be nice… keep your love to yourself!

She walks away, and Rocky collapses beneath a tree, crying to sleep.