[Chase trying to convince Ryder to let him launch a mission to discover why their squeaky toys went missing.]
Ryder: *the culprit* I just don't see why we have to launch a whole mission for a bunch of lost toys, Chase. You pups lose toys all the time. You've never cared this much.
Chase: *persistent* This time is different. I can feel it!
Ryder: *panicking slightly* Oh? And why's that?
Chase: Because! There is something fishy about ALL of our squeaky toys going missing around the same time, I just KNOW IT!!!
Ryder: *sweating profusely* ...what makes you say that...?
Chase: It just makes NO sense that we would ALL misplace our squeaky toys.
Chase: Rocky and Zuma make sense. Those pups have no organizational skills. Rubble, too, has been known to lose a toy from time to time. Skye is responsible, but she probably lent hers to Zuma, and it got lost.
Chase: But Marshall losing his doesn't make any sense! He may be clumsy but he's very organized about his toys. He has a whole rotation system so he ensures he gets equal play time amongst his toys, and has never once misplaced a single toy ever. He's just too organized. *starts to have this dreamy far-off gaze*
Ryder: *slowly trying to sneak out of this conversation*
Chase: *suddenly snapping out of his mini trance* huh- wha- uh, anyway.
Ryder: *under his breath* dammit.
Chase: *oblivious* Language! Like I was saying. It just doesn't add up that his toy would go missing. And of course MY toy disappearing makes no sense either, I would NEVER lose a toy.
Ryder: *squinting, thinking back to all the times Chase lost a toy because he forgot where he buried/left them* ...uh huh.
Chase: *still oblivious* So I know there's something suspicious going on! I just can't prove it.
Ryder: ...maybe it's just an unlucky coincidence?
Chase: *sniffs* Oh please! This is too big to be a mere coincidence!
Chase: Of course! Marshall has never lost a toy before, ever. For him to suddenly lose one now is suspicious. That's why we MUST find them!
Chase: Absolutely! Marshall is SAD!!! ...oh, and me and the other pups, too. Obviously.
Ryder: *visibly panicking now* Yeah, well. Ummmmm. Maybe they'll turn up?
Chase: *STILL oblivious* Hmmm, no. They would've by now. It's been weeks.
Marshall: *walking in, unnoticed*
Ryder: *doing his best to keep a straight face, failing* Well... maybe someone DID take them...
Chase: *pleased* See? Now you're getting it! Now the question remains... who???
Ryder: *mentally accepting his fate* Yep. I totally see. Eyes are wide open. Someone definitely stole them.
Marshall: *eyes narrowing*
Ryder: *muttering* Someone who couldn't stand the squeaking anymore.
Chase: *gasping, sitting up* That's IT! RYDER!! I KNOW WHO DID IT!!!
Ryder: *cringing* Oh yeah?
Chase: Of course! It all makes sense now!!!
Ryder: *sighing* Look, I-
Chase: Why didn't I see it before? Cali would definitely stoop to such levels if she hated something, and she did seem unhappy this Christmas. This must be why!
Ryder: *mentally apologizing PROFUSELY to Cali* YEP!!! I mean, yes! Cali is definitely a suspect of interest. Yes. Her. And not anyone else.
Chase: *already running off* Chase is on the case!
Ryder: *sighing in relief* Oh thank goodness.
Marshall: *sitting next to Ryder, still unnoticed, highly amused*
Marshall: It wasn't Cali, was it?
Ryder: *jumping in surprise, turning to Marshall* Wha- oh! Marshall! Hi! ...what makes you say that?
Marshall: *raises an eyebrow*
Ryder: *sighs* No... its just... the constant squeaks were giving me a headache. I'm sorry.
Marshall: *nuzzling against Ryder* That's okay. I'm sorry our toys were bothering you.
Ryder: ...you're not mad?
Marshall: Of course not. I'm a little sad about my toy, but if it was bothering you, I can live without it.
Ryder: ...are you going to tell Chase?
Marshall: I can be convinced to keep my silence, in exchange for new squeaky-less toys for us.
Marshall: *laughing* Okay. Well, I have to go stop Chase from harassing poor Cali, and she decides to roll around in his pup house and hack hairballs all over it in retaliation. Again.
Ryder: *inhaling sharply between his teeth* Yeah, that's probably wise. Bye Marshall!
Marshall: *running off* Bye Ryder! WhoaAHH!!! *tripping and crashing somewhere* I'm good!
Ryder: *wincing* ...ooh! Be careful!
Ryder: *sighing* Okay, time to order new SQUEAKY-LESS toys.
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