![]() Since Marshall just ate, he sits at the sidelines watching his friends play happily. After a while, he gets bored and decides to go outside where everyone else was playing fùt bol (A.K.A. Later on, he had eaten his freshly- cooked pancakes for breakfast.Īfter Marshall had eaten his breakfast, he was watching Ryder playing Super Smash Bros. Marshall seemed to become convinced, and he was now waiting anxiously for his breakfast. "Don't worry, I'll cook another batch for you." "Oh, it's okay Marshall!" Ryder said calmly. Marshall looked at the splattered pancakes sadly, and started to whimper. Marshall moaned and turned his head towards Ryder, which in term, caused the pancakes to fall onto the floor. "Hey, buddy, are you okay?" He asked worriedly. "MARSHALL!" Ryder exclaimed as he rushed towards the poor pup. The pancakes went flying in the air, and as Ryder had reached the doorway, the pancakes splattered on Marshall's head, whom Marshall himself had face-planted on a cabinet directly fixed on the wall. However, he wasn't looking where he was going, and tripped on Skye's bowl -which was empty, of course- and careens right into his bowl with a loud. Marshall was now drooling with hunger and runs straight towards the bowl. As he reached the kitchen doorway, he found a neat stack of pancakes on his pup bowl. Marshall's face lit up with happiness as he runs to the kitchen, panting like crazy. "You're gonna love what's in your pup bowl." "Let's just hope today's gonna be great!" "I was locked in a small room, then a guy with a knife came and he was about to do something bad, when Chase woke me up." "Oh really? What was it about?" Ryder asked, worried. "Hey Marshall!" Ryder said as he paused the game and set his Switch console on the coffee table. when he saw his little Dalmatian friend walking inside. Marshall goes inside the Lookout Tower and sees Ryder sitting in a bean bag, playing with his new Nintendo Switch console he just got the previous day. "Okay Chase! I gotta go!" Marshall says, running away to the lookout door. "Maybe it must've been that horror movie you watched last night." Chase said. "well, I guess I did have a bad dream!" Marshall said as he yawned and stretched. You were kicking and screaming in your sleep!" "You must've had a really bad dream!" He added. ![]() "Ch-Chase? Is that you?" Marshall asks with a trembling voice. In the entrance, he sees his worried friend staring at him. Marshall opens his eyes to see that he's back in his comfy pup-house, where he belongs. "Marshall! Marshall, wake up buddy!" Came Chase's worried voice. "AAHHHHHH PLEASE DON'T!!" Marshall was kicking and screaming in his pup-house. Then, just as he was about to make a cut. Marshall closes his eyes, hoping it'll end soon. The man was holding the knife above Marshall and laughing evilly. "No please! Spare me!!" Marshall cried out while covering his head. "Get ready to be MY DINNER!" Marshall's eyes widen and he trembles with fear. "Hello there spotted pup!" He said in a dark voice. A man wearing black and a mask enters the small room and closes the door. The last time he remember, he was sleeping peacefully in his pup-house, and the next thing he knew, he was in a room with a locked door. It was unlikely for him to be in an unexpected situation like this. "He.hello?" Marshall calls out, in a scared tone. He tries to open the door, but it's locked! ![]() He looks around and sees nothing but a door in front of him. "Where-where am I?" Marshall's voice echoes through a dimly lit room. From a foul dream that wakes him up with a startle, to an accident that leaves him bound in a wheelchair for a while, can the PAW Patrol help their friend feel better, or will he have to stay sad for the rest of the day? Marshall's day doesn't seem to be going his way. ![]() 8 Chapter 7: A Well-Deserved Treatment.
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