PAW Patrol: More Than A Cold

Chapter one: Sniffles and Sneezes

Chase barked out his winch and ran it over to Ryder.

"Good job, Chase." The boy told him. "Ok, Zuma, take the winch and hook it on the boat so we can bring Mayor Goodway, Chickaletta, Katie and Cali to safety."

"You got it! Let's dive in!" Zuma barked. He took the winch hook and dove into the Bay, doggy paddling out to the little life boat slowly sinking into the water.

"Hurry!! PAW Patrol!!" The mayor shrieked. The boat wiggling back and forth as water squirted from the hole in the floor.

"Yes, please hurry!" Katie cried, holding a panicked Cali tightly. Zuma finally reached them and tossed the hook on the boat's tether hook.

"Wready, Wryder!" Zuma called.

"Great! Chase, now!" Ryder said, pointing at the German Shepard.

"On it, Ruff! Winch, retract." Chase barked. Chase's truck retracted it's winch and the boat was finally pulled to safe, dry land. Ryder helped the Mayor and Katie out of the boat.

"Oh thank you PAW Patrol! You saved the day, again." Mayor Goodway jeered happily, stroking Chickaletta's head calmly.

"Thanks so much Ryder." Katie agreed, hugging Cali with relief; the cat meowing with content of being safe again.

"No problem. Whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!" Ryder told them confidently. "Let's go home pups." He went on turning to his pups. Chase and Zuma said 'bye' to the Mayor and Katie and bounded for their trucks.

Later they arrived at the Lookout, Marshall, Rubble, Rocky and Skye raced to meet them.

"How was the mission?" Skye asked, as they came to a stop in front of their friends.

"Great!" Ryder reported. "And everyone's ok."

"Wah-hoo! Yay!!" The Cockapoo excitedly backflipped. The wind picked up a little bit, and blew in Chase's face.

"Uh...Ryder, I think there's another storm is coming." He said, glancing at the boy, a hint of concern in his tone.

"Why's that, Chase?" Ryder wondered, searching the German Shepard's face.

"I can smell it." Chase shrugged simply. "And those clouds look a little angry." He added, pointing a paw at the clouds behind Ryder. Ryder turned to look back and then at Chase.

"I think you're right, good eyes." Ryder smiled, giving his a thumbs up.

"And nose." Chase grinned, chuckling; the other pups joining in.

"Well, let's get things picked up around here, so they don't get blown away by the storm." Ryder decided.

"You got it!" The pups responded scattering across the yard. After gathering all the toys, the pups were grabbing their blankets and pillows. Ryder wanted them to spend the night in the Lookout tonight. Chase had already taken his things inside, and was coming back out to check on the other pups. Rocky dropped his blanket on the pillow he was gonna taken, when a gust of wind blew it off across the yard.

"Oh no! My blanket!" Rocky cried. Chase stopped, just in time to see it flying away down the hill.

"I'll get it!" He called, racing after it. As Chase bounded toward it, he hopped at it hoping to land on it and stop it from blowing away, but missed. He tried again, and missed, he missed again and again and again. Until finally he caught the green blanket under his golden paws, it flipped wildly in the wind.

"Yes!" He cheered silently at his success. But his pleasure was short lived as a rumble over his shoulder reminded him of something. "Uh oh." Chase quickly took up the blanket in his mouth, and ran as fast as he could towards the Lookout. Chase made it in just as the ran began to pour, and he only got a little bit wet.

"Here's your blanket, Rocky." Chase said, after setting it on the ground in front of the mixed breed.

"Thanks Chase! And it's not super wet." Rocky smiled.

"And neither are you." Rubble observed.

"Good thing too. I bet that rain is pretty cold." Marshall remarked, glancing outside at the raging storm. He looked back over his shoulder at his friends.

"So what do you wanna do now?" Zuma asked the group.

"I know! Let's play Pup Pup Boogie." Chase suggested. And everyone agreed excitedly.

Chase and Zuma were dancing it out against one another. Both pups fully determined to go the longest, unwilling to give up.

"Getting tiwred, Dude?" Zuma joked, still keeping pace with the blue police pup.

"No way!" Chase shook his head, holding the same beat. "You?"

"Nope!" Zuma giggled. They'd been going for awhile, but both pups wiped out on the tail spin part; colliding with one another. And all they could do was laugh.

"Ryder says... look up." Skye instructed. All the pups looked up. "Ryder says... stop." The pups looked back down at her. "Ryder says... touch your nose." Each pups touched their nose. "Stop." The only pup to follow this order was the silly fire pup in red. "Marshall..." Skye giggled. "Ryder didn't say."

"Oops! Sorry." Marshall touched his nose again and smiled humorously. The pups laughed and Skye continued.

Chase snuck around the elevator Skye, Zuma, and Rocky were standing there talking amongst themselves. Marshall poked his head around the other side of the elevator along with Rubble. Ryder was sitting on a bean-bag on the far side of the room, next to the tv screen; playing a video game on his pup-pad. Chase peeked over at Marshall and they exchanged nods, then they reached back behind them for something.

The Pink, Orange And green PAW Patrol pups were suddenly ambushed by several soft, cushy pillows making them scatter.

"Pillow fight!" Chase called, tossing another pillow. The pillow hit Rocky, and he shield his face from it giggling just the same.

"Cool!" Zuma breathed, grabbing a pillow, he launched it back, hitting Chase directly in the face; knocking him backwards. When Chase got up again, one of the feathers from the pillows lay across his nose and he sneezed because of it. But then continued to play, eventually he, Marshall, and Rubble threw enough pillows to totally bury Rocky. When they didn't see him moving, they approached the pile of pillows. And once they all got really close...

"Boo!" Rocky jumped out of the pile, scattering the pillows all over the floor. The pups plopped down onto of them all laughing and rolling together; Ryder laughing with them, just at the sight of his silly pups.

Ryder gave each of them their food and turned on the tv. Because they'd been such good pups, he was letting them eat their dinner while they watched a little Apollo: Superpup. After they'd been watching for a couple of hours; having been snuggled down in their blankets and pillows, they fell asleep after awhile. So Ryder shut off the tv and went to bed himself.

The sun shone brightly the next morning, as they awoke from their dreams.

"Wow, is it morning already?" Marshall asked, with a big yawn.

"Guess so." Chase remarked, looking around at the sunlight outside. The German Shepard stood up and stretched yawning one last time before fully standing up and walked over to look out the window. "Woah." He gasped.

"What is it Chase?" Marshall asked coming to his side. "Woah." He repeated when seeing what Chase saw. Leaves and branches lay everywhere in the yard. A flag from on me of the flagpoles in town was torn up and caught on one of the bushes. A couple of Mr. Porter's fruit crates lay in the driveway. Walking out the door the pups noticed Farmer Yumi's weather vein hung up on one of the trees in the yard. And a few wild roses and tulips from Mayor Goodway's garden had been uprooted and blown up onto Rocky's pup-house. Rusty farm equipment was leaned around Marshall's house; and a bird's nest was now sitting on Rubble's roof. Looking up, Ryder pulled an old sail down from the Lookout's roof from the balcony, and draped it over the railing.

"Man, that was some storm last night." The boy commented.

"Yeah, tell me about it!" Zuma agreed. Rocky barked out his claw to retrieve the metal chicken stuck in the tree.

"Got Farmer Yumi's weather vain. Looks like we'll have to take it back to her again." Rocky stated, slowly.

"Looks like we have a lot of work to do." Ryder added. The pups headed back in to fetch their gear and started work clearing away the sticks and broken branches. Chase retrieved the sail from Ryder to run it back down to the Bay to give to Capt'n Turbot. And Rocky and Marshall took Farmer Yumi's weather vain back to her; to put it back onto the barn. Rubble brushed on last stick into the pile.

"There, all done. That's all the sticks, Ryder." The yellow construction pup reported standing ready, next to the pile.

"Great! Once Rocky and Marshall get back we can load the sticks in Rocky's truck for him to properly get rid of them. Just then Chase's sirens faded in, as he pulled back up to the Lookout. Chase felt a tickle in his nose and he sneezed, but shook it off and hopped down as Ryder and the pups came to meet him.

"You're back already? That was fast." Ryder remarked thoughtfully.

"It wasn't too hard to find Capt'n Turbot. And he said he'd find out where the sail came from too." Chase told him.

"Well its good that you're back. Garby's missing from the Farm. I need you to go to Farmer Al's farm to help track him down." Ryder instructed.

"Yes, sir, Ryder, sir!" Chase barked, hopping back into his truck and driving off quickly.

Farmer Al and Farmer Yumi ran to meet him as Chase sped up to the farm.

"Howdy Chase!" Al greeted warmly. "Garby was in his pen last night when we put him in the barn, but somehow he must have gotten out and ran away."

"Poor Garby must be so scared out there." Yumi commented sadly.

"Don't worry! We'll find him." Chase told them bravely. "Do you have any idea which way he went?"

"Well... do these hoof prints help." Farmer Al walked over and pointed to little circular shapes in the mud, leading away from the barn window. Chase took one sniff of them, and was certain.

"They sure do!" The German Shepard confirmed. "That's definitely Garby. Come on, he can't have gone too far." Chase followed his nose wherever the scent of Garby led him. Chase felt that same tickly sensation and sneezed again. And he also noticed it was a bit harder to keep Garby's scent, they'd been tracking the missing goat for a while now when Chase coughed dryly and sneezed again.

"Chase? Are you alright?" Farmer Yumi asked, a bit concerned by this.

"Yeah, I think so." Chase replied, recovering himself once more. Suddenly they heard a bleating sound that they recognized.

"Hey! That sounds like..." Chase bounded through the trees toward the sound to find... "Garby!" The three of them exclaimed together. The farmers cheered and Chase howled triumphantly; though Chase's howl was cut short by bit more dry coughing. The goat had gotten his horns caught in some brush and was calling for help, as he tried to pull himself free from the entangled branches. Farmer Al and Farmer Yumi helped untangle Garby and Chase led them all back to the farm.

"Ryder! We Found Garby, and I'm on my way back." Chase reported, with a slight sniffle, as he started his vehicle and drove off. The two farmers stood waving, as he disappeared down the road.

"Great! Jake and Everest need help with cleanup from the storm on Jake's Mountain. Can you go lend a paw?" Ryder replied.

"Sure can! Headed there now!" Chase smiled. He howled again as he sped on, but it, too, was cut short by coughing.

"Hey Chase!" Jake greeted coolly. "Glad you could make it, dude."

"Hey Jake. How's it going up here?" Chase responded, as he ran to meet them. The words caught in his throat; and he sniffled and cleared his throat with a short cough.

"You feeling ok Chase?" Everest asked raising an eyebrow at him. "You sound a little groggy."

"I don't know. I-" Chase was cut off by another bigger sneeze, followed by couple more coughs. He finally realized how tired he was already, and felt a distant heaviness on his nose. Jake knelt down next to the German Shepard and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You don't sound too good, dude." He told him. "Maybe you should go home and get checked out."

"But what about all that needs done here?" Chase protested sadly, feeling defeated.

"You can always ask Ryder if he can send another pup." Everest suggested.

"Ok." Chase breathed his voice still a little off, as he slowly walked back to his truck. His head hung a little and his ears dropped a bit as he hopped back up into his truck. He coughed and sneezed once more as he activated his pup-tag. "Uh Ryder?" He said into it hoarsely.

"Go ahead, Chase. What is it?" Ryder answered him.

"Can.. you send another pup to help Jake and Everest?" The blue police pup sniffled, rubbing his nose.

"Sure... why?" Ryder was now starting to sound worried.

"Well... I'm not feeling so good. I'm on my way back now." Chase told him flatly.

"Ok Chase, drive safe." Ryder told him, feeling a little more at ease now. "I'll have Marshall ready for you when you get back. And I'll send Rubble to help Jake and Everest." Chase coughed over the com.

"Thanks Ryder." Chase responded then they hung up.

Hey guys whasup?! So this story is fairly new, and thing about it, is that I will be trying something new that I've never done before. I will be trying to post new chapters every Friday. So that's when to expect new chapters. I will try to stay ahead of it and keep this going on the regular basis I've set. And if I can't I apologize, but I hope it's worth it with this story. Hope you guys like it!! Thx!!!