Paw Patrol: Rescue Force

S2 E6: Pups Save A Friend! Marshall And Ben Rescue Each Other!

February 1st, 2030

"Hey Mr. Porter! Can I help?" Marshall greeted the produce man, bouncing up and sitting down by his side as the man carried a box of fruits to his shop.

"Thanks, Marshall, but I think I got this. Oh!" Mr. Porter told the dalmatian before an apple rolled off of the box and onto the ground.

Marshall picked it up and bounced it to Mr. Porter using his head. Unfortunately, the apple bounced off of the shopkeeper's head and caused him to toss the rest of the fruit into the street, where it was run over and crushed by the wheels of Farmer Al's pickup truck. "Sorry Mr. Porter! I'll clean them up!" Marshall apologized.

"No, no, you've done enough." Mr. Porter blurted out, then his eyes widened as Marshall lowered his ears and whined. "Sorry, Marshall. I didn't mean to have it come out like that. I've got this, don't worry." Mr. Porter sighed, giving Marshall a pat on the head before he started to clean up the mess.

As he walked down the sidewalk, he saw Mayor Goodway, and perked up. "Hi Mayor Goodway!" Marshall barked as he walked towards her.

The mayor was on a scooter, and she had to swerve out of the way and into some bushes to avoid him. "Marshall! Haven't Ryder and Ben told you to move to the side when someone's riding a scooter towards you?!" Genevieve scolded him.

"Sorry, Mayor..." Marshall whimpered as he drooped his head down and started to walk back to the lookout. His self esteem really low, his mind started to cloud with hurtful and dark thoughts of himself. "I can't do anything right..." Marshall moaned to himself as he walked into the Lookout front yard, where Alex, Chase, Rocky, and Zuma were playing volleyball with a net set up.

"Marshall! Wanna play some volleyball with us, dude?" Zuma asked enthusiastically.

"I dunno..." The spotted pup murmured dejectedly.

"Come on! It's a blast!" Rocky exclaimed.

Marshall tilted his head as he considered it. "Well... okay!" Marshall answered, deciding to play. Maybe that would lift his spirits a bit! "Check this shot out!" Marshall growled playfully as he nudged the ball with his nose and propelled it into the air, before leaping up and slamming his paw into the volleyball.

The shot ended up hitting the net in such a way that it got Zuma, Alex, Chase, and Rocky all tangled up within the volleyball net, before it fell over. "Quite the spike, Marshall." Chase grunted sarcastically.

"Oh no! The ball! Sorry everyone, I'll go get it!" Marshall yelped in apology before chasing after the volleyball.

Once he had retrieved it, he took it back with him to the Lookout front yard to continue the game with the others, only to find that the others were gone. He could hear them talking in the Lookout lobby, so he walked up to listen in on what they were saying. "Can you believe he did that?" Alex chuckled.

"That silly pup!" Rocky laughed.

"Always messing things up." Chase added.

"He can't do anything right!" Rubble snickered.

Marshall's heart froze cold. "It's true... I can't do anything right. Maybe the PAW Patrol needs a break from me... so long, I guess." Marshall sighed.

Looking back at the tower after he had gathered up some supplies to go camping, he sniffled before driving his fire truck off to the woods.

"Hey Ryder, have you seen Marshall?" Tuck asked, coming in from the balcony as Ben, Ace, and Ryder were fixing up Skye's jetpack in the Lookout control room.