It had been a normal day for the Paw Patrol. Of course, their normal consists of playing, training, and, most of all, rescuing. So, yeah, it was a pretty normal day for them. Marshall was especially proud of the day's work, seeing as most of it had involved putting out a fairly large fire.

It all started when the Paw Patrol was called to the sight of an ongoing fire. Marshall, being the resident fire pup, was put in charge of the operation.

(Marshall's POV)

"Keep that water coming!" Marshall ordered from the top of his fire truck ladder. Below him was a chain of people transporting buckets of water from the nearby bay. The fire seemed to be going down pretty well. But the fire wouldn't be the main problem for long.

Suddenly, Marshall heard someone yelling from below. He looked down. "Please, you have to help me!" The little girl said. "What is it?" Marshall yelled down. "It's my kitty! She's still in there!" Marshall looked around. "Alright, I'll find it. Zuma, take over the pump." Marshall ordered. He might have been uncoordinated and silly most of the time, but Marshall could be a good leader when the time came.

Marshall put on his fire mask and other gear. Then he went in the burning building. It was hard to see with the smoke, but Marshall was equipped with special goggles that allowed him to see.

Marshall slowly moved through the super-hot building, looking for any signs of life. He eventually made it to what looked like a little girl's room. He opened the door, but saw no signs of life. Marshall was eventually able to find a stuffed kitty sitting on the bed. Seeing no other signs of life, Marshall decided to make his way out of the rapidly destabilizing building. On his way out, a section of the wall collapsed.

Marshall was just about to move past it when he saw a square figure in the rubble. He picked it up. It was a small metal box. There was no time to open it just then, though, so Marshall moved on. He was eventually able to make it out safely.

"Is this your kitty?" Marshall asked, handing the little girl her toy. "Yes!" The girl replied. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" The girl gave Marshall a hug. "Ahh, thanks for the thanks," Marshall said, blushing, "but I've still got to save your house." With that, Marshall went back to work. (Remember kids, never ask a fireman or fire pup to save a stuffed animal or toy. Only living creatures that aren't plants.)

The fire took a few more hours to completely put out, but, with a little help from the fire departments of nearby cities, it eventually was thwarted. The house couldn't be saved, unfortunately.

(Later that evening, at the lookout.)

"Great job putting out that fire, Marshall." Chase said.

"Thanks, Chase. Don't you just love our job?" Marshall replied.

"Yeah, saving people is great. There's nothing like it."

"What would we do without this? Where would we be?"

"I don't know, Marshall. But one thing's for sure."

"What's that?" Marshall asked.

Chase looked at Marshall and smiled. "We'd still be best buds."

(Even later that night, in Marshall's pup house.)

Marshall finally had a chance to open that box he'd found earlier. So he did. Inside was a weird rock looking thing with strange markings on it. "Cool." Marshall said quietly out loud. He touched it with one of his paws, causing it to briefly glow. "Even cooler." Marshall said, putting the lid back on the box and storing it away for later. Then he drifted off to sleep.

(The next morning.)

Marshall had a dreamless yet peaceful sleep. He awoke feeling well rested and ready to start his day. He got up and stretched. It's already light out. Marshall thought. The thought was interrupted by the smell of freshly cooked bacon in the morning. Marshall walked towards it. He was slightly surprised to see that everyone else was finished. Chase was the only one still in the eating area.

"Chase, why didn't you wake me up for breakfast?" Marshall said as he approached.

Strangely, Chase didn't respond. He just stared at Marshall with some mixture of surprise, perplexment, and even hostility on his face.

"Uh, Chase?"

Chase stared for a moment longer, and then he finally spoke.

"How do you know my name?"