Normally, the one thing that always woke up Rubble was breakfast. Looking down at the bulldog, Rocky knew he had to play hardball. Unfortunately, the frontal assault was ineffective, and Rubble continued to sleep through the aching sting on his face. He instantly released the mask, and it snapped back into place in blinding speed, slapping against Rubble's face with a good "thwack!" Knowing how much it would hurt, Rocky reminded himself to apologize later. He grabbed the mask in his teeth, and slowly pulled it back as far as it could go. "Should've woken up," Rocky shrugged, then leaned in. It was unheard of why he wore that thing, and it just made him look hilarious. Looking down at the dozing bulldog, Rocky stifled a laugh as he looked upon Rubble's pink sleeping mask. Rocky walked over, closing the distance between him and Rubble. But it wasn't like everything had to be perfect, Chase would just have to suppress his arrogance for once. At least he'd miss out and Marshall crashing into the elevator as usual, but Chase would understandably be unhappy with him. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it would make him late for the briefing. "Rubble!" yelled the recycle pup, but to no avail. Rubble rolled over in response, snoring away as dreamed about something probably food-related. "Rubble," Rocky called, half-believing the dog would even respond, "get up, we've been called." Of course, Rubble wouldn't have heard Ryder's voice on the radio, why would he? The dog slept harder than a bag of rocks. The mixed-breed glanced behind him at the only yellow kennel, his eyes falling on the one dog who still hadn't stirred. Rocky picked himself up and began to walk until something came to mind. After picking herself up and dusting off, the cockpoo hopped off after her friends as fast as she could. Skye giggled at Chase's serious manner but was quickly silenced as her drowsiness caused her to collide with her kennel wall. Zuma and Marshall rolled their eyes and casually walked after him. "Ryder needs us!" The pups said in unison, some voices more awake than others.Ĭhase immediately jumped to his paws, shaking off his drowsy feeling and quickly hurrying off to the lookout. Nothing got to the Dalmation more than the morning drowsiness. The pups had just begun waking up, complete with Rocky's wide-mouthed yawn and Marshall's almost-drunken stumbling. "Paw Patrol to the lookout!" Ryder's voice rang through the radio one morning, the brisk of dawn peeking over the horizon. Evidenced by the small facemask he wore, a "nap" for Rubble was more accurately referred to as hibernating. Every time Rubble fell asleep, he was out like a light, or even more so. Rubble was the youngest of the team, and he carried an aura of playfulness and innocence, a demeanor that the world lacked. The one bulldog, the one who held the controls for construction within the Paw Patrol: Rubble. The rest of the pups would lay down in their kennels and shut their eyes, a normal process for most that gave them the rest they needed.īut there was a pup among them all who had a more interesting sleep cycle. Chase always slept the lightest, having trained himself to spring up if something stirred him. How tiring the last day had been played a part in the matter, as well as who ate the most. It was basic information that some dogs slept rather deeper than others.
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