Literature
PAW Patrol: The Mask - Chapter 7
Chapter 7: A Clean Town, A Guilty Pup
The midday sun hung high over Adventure Bay, bathing the town in a bright, cheerful light that felt miles away from the neon-soaked chaos of the previous night. The mission: a simple rescue of a kitten stuck in a tree had gone perfectly smoothly. No green tornadoes. No flying sausages. Just good, old-fashioned police work.
But for Chase, the normalcy felt fragile.
While the other pups played tag near the bridge, celebrating a job well done, Chase sat alone on a park bench near Mr. Porter’s café. He rested his chin on his paws, his brown eyes scanning the streets.
Everywhere he looked, he saw phantom reminders of Him. That lamp post? Mask Chase had twisted it into a balloon animal shape. And he had fixed it. That sidewalk? Mask Chase had painted it with polka dots. Mr. Porter’s fruit stand? Mask Chase had turned the melons into juggling bowling balls.
Chase let out a heavy sigh, his ears drooping against his head.
"I can't believe I did
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