PAW Patrol: Pups Save Their Pup

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"I can't wait to sleep in my old pup house again." Marshall said, a smile on his face. Katie just cleared him to come home. Marshall hasn't stopped smiling since he broke his leg, he's more positive than I thought he would be. But that is a good thing. "I'll give you an extra pillow for your leg to make it more comfortable, Marshall." I said, making the trek up our freakishly steep driveway. "When did this drive get so steep?" I asked. "It's always been like this." Rubble said, walking alongside me. "I guess I'm just now noticing." "It's probably because you're not on your ATV, Ryder." Rocky added to Rubble's sentence. "You're probably right." I said. When we got to the top (finally), I carried Marshall to his pup house and carefully placed him inside. "Hey, Rocky." I said. "Yeah, Ryder?" Rocky asked. "Go see if you have an old pup pillow for Marshall." "Don't loose it, reuse it!" He ran for his pup house and dug through everything he had, I'm surprised he can fit himself in there at night.

"Nope... Nu-uh... Way too ripped... No... No... Negative... Too small... That one's Skye's... Eww! Moths!... There's that treat I was looking for... Chase! Found your helmet!... When did I get that?... That's an old Ant Farm... Empty Water Bottle..." Splash! "Eww! Not empty!... A toy cheeseburger... A pet carrier... Plastic mat... That's where my old hat went!... Spare Gear pack... old collar... Ribbon... More ribbon... Pup Pup Boogie 1.0... Dance mat... Ryder's shoe... Don't remember having that in here... Zuma's surfboard... Food bowls... Tennis racket... Rubber chicken... Rubble's old skateboard... Skye's goggles... doorbell... Frisbee... cat litter bucket... sand toys... No... eh, really flat... Whoopee Cushion..." Fart! "Old TV remote... towel... towel... towel... towel... pens... markers... crayons... old notebook... rubber ducky... hair brush..." Splash! "Where is all this water coming from?!... Ryder's water bottle... cereal box... cardboard... Found it!"

Rocky came out with a blue pillow with yellow sheriff stars on it, him soaking wet. "I know it's Chase's old one, I couldn't find Marshall's." "This will work perfectly, Rocky." I said, taking the pillow from him. I lifted Marshall's leg up and put the pillow under it. "You comfy, Marshall?" I asked. "Yep. Thanks, Rocky." Marshall said. "You're welcome." "Rocky, remind me to help you organize your pup house." I said. We all started to laugh.