*In Adventure Bay, the pups were busy playing around outside, except for one in particular. Sitting in her room was Balloona X, but she didn't look or feel right.*
Balloona X: Ooohhh... *She blew her nose on a tissue.* Why did it have to be today of all days? *Marshall enters with a bowl of Chicken Soup.*
Marshall: Hey Loony, how're you holding up?
Balloona X: Aside from the fact my nose feels like a running faucet at points, I can sneeze with force of a tornado, and I can't see Formy at all till this clears up... everything's great.
Marshall: Yeah, sorry to hear that. How did you catch this anyway?
Balloona X: Ugh, I don't want to talk about it.
Marshall: Fair enough. Well, looks like you're gonna be here for a couple more days, so just sit tight.
Balloona X: I'll try my best...
Marshall: Do you have any other weird symptoms though? *He set the bowl of soup down near her.*
Balloona X: Well, sometimes when I sneeze, my powers trigger.
Marshall: How?
Balloona X: I.. ah...ah... ah... *Marshall backs away.* AH-CHOO! *She bloats up and fills the room, pressing Marshall across the door.*
Marshall: *muffled* Holy smokes!
Balloona X: See?
Marshall: *muffled* Can you shrink back down?
Balloona X: Yeah, hang on... *She deflated back down, freeing the dalmatian and resting back down.*
Marshall: Jeez... was that what it was like when Formula was first brought back here?
Balloona X: Close to it, yeah.
Marshall: Wow. Must've been hard teaching him to control it.
Balloona X: It was. *looks at the splattered chicken soup.* Can you bring some more soup?
Marshall: Sure, Loona. *He picks up the bowl and walks out.*
Balloona X: Tell Formula, I miss him already now
Marshall: Don't worry, I will. *He closed the door behind him, setting the empty bowl down before going over to the mechanical lab's door and knocking on it. Formula opens the door, wearing a lab coat.*
Formula: G'day, Marshall. What's up?
Marshall: Balloona X says she misses you already.
Formula: I feel the same way.
Marshall: What's with the lab coat though?
Formula: Kind of experimenting with a few compounds to see what'll help cure her illness. So far, it's trial and error, but I should have an answer by the end of the day or tomorrow. As long as a mission doesn't pop up that is.
Marshall: Might though. *He looked over the lab's shoulder, seeing an odd collar on the table.* Hey Form, whatcha got there?
Formula: Let's say it's a prototype I'm still developing for a bigger device later on. Call this the paw-held version of it. *Just then, Ryder calls everyone.*
Ryder: *com-link* Paw Patrol, to the Lookout!
Formula: Oh crikey...
Marshall: Looks like Ryder needs us man.
Formula: Give me a sec... *He set his lab coat down inside his room, joining up with the firefighting pup and making their way downstairs.*
Marshall: Hang on guys! *Unfortunately, he had a bit of soup on his paws from earlier, slipping into the group while Formula joined them shortly after.*
Formula: Looks like that soup wasn't just good for catching a cold, it brings in all of your friends as well.
*The pups all shared a slight laugh as they got up, changed into their outfits and reaching the briefing room to gather correctly.*
Chase: Paw Patrol, ready for action, Ryder sir!
Formula: Well... almost fully ready, that is. *He tilted his head to the noticeable space in the line.*
Ryder: Balloona X still not feeling right?
Formula: Nope... still trying to get that cure set, but I need some time.
Ryder: Well, this should be a quick mission for you then... *He pressed the button on his pad, bringing the monitor down.* A tanker truck that was carrying a load of helium had a slight blowout on some of its tires.
Formula: Not so bad honestly.
Ryder: It's also leaking helium.
Formula: Thaaat's not so good. I can't handle both of those things... I may need some help.
Skye: But Loona's still sick... and we aren't like you two.
Formula: Actually I do have something in my lab to help us, if me or Balloona X are not in for a mission. Any taker?
Rocky: I can take it. What is it?
Formula: Follow me. I'll show you. *Formula and Rocky went to the elevator, going back down to the rooms.*
Rocky: Why're we down here exactly?
Formula: I have to get something from my room, consider it a... prototype to a "big" project later on.
Rocky: Huh, what is it?
Formula: One second. *He went into his room, grabbing a simple black collar and returning back outside.* Stay still please.
Rocky: Ok then... *Formula pressed the tag twice as it turned on, scanning Rocky a bit before it changed into a perfect replica of his collar.*
Formula: Put this on in place of your usual one. *Rocky takes off his collar and puts on the replica. The tag beeps a bit before settling.* System's online, working well... not tight and spars an almost identical resemblance to yours. The special part should kick in shortly... *He put Rocky's usual collar into a space in his bag.*
Rocky: What will this do, exactly?
Formula: You'll see soon enough. Let's head back up
Rocky: Should this be kept private though?
Formula: For right now, I'd rather it be a bit of a surprise for the rest of the team.
Rocky: Ok? *The two got back in the elevator and arrived back at the top.*
Chase: Don't see much different...
Rocky: It's sort of... private for now.
Formula: Anyway... you're going to need one of us do the repairs to the truck and the other contain the helium?
Ryder: Yes. Rocky, I'll have you assist with finding something to contain the helium and assist Formula with the repairs.
Rocky: Green means go!
Ryder: Formula, I'll need you to get those tires changed... and if Drift wants to assist with the other bit.
Formula: I'm tuned up and tuned in! *His head twitched a bit as his suit turned gold.*
Drift: And I'm ready to race into action!
Ryder: The rest of you pups stay here and try to make Balloona X feel better as you can. All right! PAW Patrol is on a Roll! *As Ryder went down his pole down to the garage and the five pups went to the elevator, Rocky slid down the slide first, doing his usual ear scratch. When Drift went to go, Formula decided to take control and cause a bit of a spin down the slide. Rocky arrived at the bottom of the slide at his puphouse, changing it into its recycling truck form and driving off. As for Formula, he stopped spinning upside down and groaned.*
Formula: Darn it Drift... should've let me handle this. *He tugged on his tag, deploying his airbag as he bounced over to his puphouse. Worst place is upside down as well on that thing. He deflated his airbag, going into his side of the house as they folded together, changing into the tow truck and driving up to meet with the others.*
Ryder: Man... you have probably the harder slides at points.
Rocky: And I thought Marshall slipping was crazy.
Formula: Yeah. Ugh... I hate it when he does stuff like that.
Rocky: To be fair, did you change when he was sliding down?
Formula: Kind of.
Rocky: I think it was more on you that time... next time, it might be best to let him slide down.
Formula: *sigh* Fair enough...
Ryder: Don't worry, you won't have to think of it for long. We're almost there.
Formula: Right... *The three arrive up to the tanker as he shivered a bit at the helium tank leaking.*
Rocky: Still uneasy about expanding in public?
Formula: Yeah...
Rocky: That tournament helped I thought...
Formula: If people know me outside of Adventure Bay... But there is a reason why I give you that collar *They get out off their rides and walk toward the tanker.*
Ryder: *high pitched* Really? Why?
Formula: *high pitched* Welp... that was to be expected. Helium that's leaking already impacted our voices from a few breaths.
Rocky: *high pitched* That's normal?
Formula: *high pitched* Not usually from this distance...
Ryder: *high pitched* Then the tanker's already lost a lot of helium. We need to patch it up now.
Formula: *high pitched* Looks like the hole's in the side of the tanker. I should be able to patch it up.
Rocky: *high pitched* I can help you find a patch if that's alright...
Formula: *high pitched* Actually... I think I have an idea...
Rocky: *high pitched* what is it?
Formula: *high pitched* Well... I need you to place your mouth near it.
Rocky: *high pitched* Excuse me, what?
Formula: *high pitched* No time for this. *He picked up the mix breed, bringing him over to the hole in the tanker and plugging his muzzle into it, even tying his paws down onto a nearby streetlight and nodding a bit.*
Ryder: *high pitched* How will this help exactly?
Formula: *high pitched* just wait and see *They both watched on as slowly, Rocky's belly began swelling up, leaving the two confused. high pitched* And here's where I explain this project...
Ryder: *high pitched* Wait, project?
Formula: *high project* Righto there, mate. This project is a prototype to an eventual replicator ray I plan on building to temporarily grant the pups powers... stuff like what Balloona X and myself have, or some other things. The collar Rocky's wearing... that's my Dupo-Pup-Porto... rough name thus far, I know... So that's why I needed someone or somepup to use it to be Balloona X's temporary H.P.S. to be with me
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* And you didn't think to tell me this?!
Formula: Well, I needed to keep this secret.
Ryder: Also hear your voice is normal...
Formula: Yours too... Rocky's though... hang tight mate. I'll try to get this done with quick before you could be a new blimp to advertise tires.
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* I'll try my best. But on the plus side, now I know how you and Balloona X feel when you two blow up like two balloon pups
Formula: That's the point of this a bit. *His tag blinked twice a bit.* Oop, hang on... got to take a quick call from one of the other members, stay quiet for this please. *he answer his tag* Hello?
Chase: *Com-link* Formula, It's Chase. There's a weird light blinking on your computer.
Formula: Yeah, don't touch that. It's for an experiment.
Chase: Alright... thought it was for that work.
Formula: Well, a certain light will blink to tell me. What color was it?
Zuma: *Calls him in Com-link* I think it was orange.
Formula: Orange... that’s not it. The light I need will glow teal. Keep an eye on it for me, will ya?
Chase: Sure thing.
Formula: In the meantime, who’s my Loony-Tuney doing?
Marshall: Well, she’s a little... *then Formula can heard Balloona X sneezes and loud noise in the background of the call* ...a lot messed up actually.
Formula: Yeeesh! Sounds like you're not gonna like this job.
Marshall: What was your first clue?
Formula: Look, I’ll try to get this done with quickly and get back there to work on the cure. *He turned behind him for a minute.* I got to go, Rocky needs a bit of help! *he end the call* Alright... getting to work now Rocky, hang tight! *He barked three times at his pack.* Car jack, back roller platform, and ratchet! *The car jack sprung up from a compartment on the top while the platform formed from the rest of the top. From the left side of his pack, his ratchet popped out and spun for a second.* Ok. Now to replace the tires. Rocky, can you open your truck?
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* I'll try *he muffled barks* Truck open!
Formula: Uh oh... looks like it won't work like that... and I see you're still swelling a bit. I'll think of something.
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* At least I'm not feeling any pain here
Formula: It was scanned on Loony's DNA, so... there isn't any pain when expanding. Do this normally... trust me, there would be pain. *He raised the front half of the tanker up, beginning to use his ratchet to loosen the flat tires.* Just give me a moment here and I'll get the hole fix up too soon
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Not trying to make you go fast, but... may want to hurry this up. I think I'm at what you'd be called... Roundmula?
Formula: You're more like Rocky-n-Roll, mate.
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Hehehe, good one
Formula: I try. *He managed to get all the three wheels that had flats and got up.* Ok... need to find something to fix those holes...
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* You can check the truck manually, but again... suggest you hurry a bit.
Formula: Good idea and I'm trying my best here, just give me a moment *He went to the back of the truck, looking through a few stuff like beach chairs, towels, and buckets before pulling out some spare patches.* Got them! Hang tight, gonna make this quick.
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Got nothing else to do except take in whatever's left in this tank... I'm amazed there's still helium left in here though... *Then Ryder's pup pad started to ring*
Ryder: Huh? *He pulled out his pup pad, seeing it was Balloona X calling before pressing the screen.* What's wrong Balloona X?
Balloona X: Ryder, what's going on?!
Ryder: We're a little busy with a problem Loona!
Balloona X: I know! I'm seeing this on the news! What happened?!
Ryder: I'll explain back at the Lookout.
Balloona X: Please make sure those two are alright though!
Ryder: Don't worry, I've never lost a pup!
Balloona X: Ok, I have faith in you Ryder!
Ryder: Thanks, Loona! I'll bring them home!
Balloona X: I just hope they will be... Ah-Ah... *Ryder end the called before Balloona X's sneeze-flate*
Ryder: Saw it on the news? Oh boy... secret's out it seems... *The gold vested pup strolled up to him.*
Drift: Relax... I don't think they saw too much... now, my turn to help out!
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Are you sure, Formula was...
Drift: Was what? *He turned around, his jaw dropping.* Dang Rock... his gadget works well it seems! *he look at the tank and see the tires* Oh I see... tire fixing then tanker fixing. Don't worry, I'll get it all done in less than five minutes!
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Not a race here... *He flapped his paws a bit, beginning to float up a bit now.* Ok, maybe a slight bit of one.
Drift: *He barks three times.* Ratchet, tire plugs, and speeder wheels! *The ratchet returns from the left side while an odd cap-gun came out the right. On both sides, a pair of wheels extended out.* And now... the final big touch. He inhaled a bit of air, inflating himself to be the ideal size for filling all three times.* Ready to roll my way! In three... two... one... Fix! *He sped in and around those tires, and after a few ballooning noises, mechanical whirring, and a fair bit of tire squealing in a cloud of dust, Drift came out after two minutes, blowing the steam off his ratchet.* That's how you win a race in a rescue...
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Wow, you are very fast mechanic for a racer pup. But what about me and the tanker now?
Drift: Hmm... good question. Let me think... *He rubbed his head, before feeling his tag.* Of course! Formy, you genius!
Ryder: Don't the airbags usually have air in them, and isn't Skye's the only one that has helium?
Drift: While true, in the event that it's needed... *He held his collar till it beeped* Airbag, change from air to helium. *He tied a rope to his back legs and grabbed a hose from the truck.* Now, Rocky... I'm going to need you to transfer the helium in you into the suit. I'll activate my airbag a few times to resupply the rest, and we'll transfer it back... ready?
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* You sure it will work?
Drift: I know I might be... not as smart as Formula, but I know inflatable plans well. Trust me on this one, I haven't fully proven myself yet...
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Ok then because I think all the helium that was in tanker is inside me now...
Drift: Well... when we got here, yeah. *He plugged the hose into a port in his suit before tossing the other end to Rocky's head.* Ready? *He kept a hold of his tag.*
Rocky: *He remove his muzzle out of the tanker then bite on the hose so he doesn't float away. muffled and high pitched* Ready!
Drift: Go for it then! *Rocky began blowing, transferring all the helium from his body and into Drift's suit.* That it, keep going Rocky *The mixed breed nodded, continuing to blow the helium out, deflating steadily while Drift looked more a gold balloon.*
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* Whoa...
Drift: I'm fine... these suits were made to be tough... let me know when you're normal though.
Rocky: *muffled and high pitched* You got it, Drift *Drift casually hummed, floating up now.*
Drift: Glad we took precaution with the ropes tied to us...
Rocky: *muffled an high pitched* Got that right. I'm just about done though. *He blew one last time, deflating back to normal and grabbing the hose.*
Drift: Good. Plug the hose into the valve, but you may want to crimp it a bit so the helium won't trickle in. I'll handle the rest of the missing helium, you patch the hole.
Rocky: On it! *The recycling pup inserted the hose into the valve, clamping it tightly to prevent any helium entering. With a nod to his floating teammate, Drift went ahead and tugged his collar causing his airbag features to activate making his vest more bigger*
Drift: It's going to be tough to not go overboard, but... got to prove I can be serious on a mission. Just fix that hole while I'm doing this then tell me when it's fixed
Rocky: Understood. *He went to his truck, looking for something while Drift tugged his tag again to inflate more bigger.*
Drift: That's two... *Rocky came back with a metal plate and put it on top of the hole*
Rocky: Getting it attached now Drift, be ready.
Drift: Heard, but I'm not fully ready yet. *He tugged his tag a third time causing to inflate even more bigger.*
Rocky: Your suit is huge now...
Drift: Don't worry about my suit, focus on repairing the tanker. Beside, I can handle this
Rocky: Alright... I'm just worried since it's never been that big... *he bark* Bolt Gun! *The top part of his pack morphed into a modified looking drill of sorts with a hose going into the back.* So this is the new tech Form put in here?
Drift: Yeah, figured it'd work for bigger projects. *He gave his tag a fourth pull making the suit more bigger. Rocky use his Bolt Gun to instantly pop in bolts on the metal plate to the tanker to seal it up*
Rocky: Alright, I'm set! You ready up there Drift?
Drift: One sec. *He gave his tag a fifth and final tug. His suit is now big and bloated as a huge parade blimp*
Rocky: Formula did an excellent job making the airbag features very strong to hold all that helium in
Drift: I suggested the idea for some stuff on it, he mainly made it... can finally rest my paw though. *He let go of his tag as his paw rested far off.* Gets hard holding it after certain sizes...
Rocky: I bet. Ready though?
Drift: Born ready, Rocky!
Rocky: More like airborne... *He released the clamp on the hose down below.*
Drift: Nice pun! *The helium began leaving Drift's suit and going back into the tanker. As the helium was leaving his suit, he started to float back down as he deflated too*
Ryder: Looking good thus far.
Drift: Can't see much from here, but I will soon.
Rocky: You're doing good so far
Drift: Thanks. *After a bit, Drift finally had all the helium transferred from his suit back to the tanker as Rocky sealed the valve and removed the hose.*
Ryder: I honestly thought you were in it for fun most of the time...
Drift: I can do a job just fun... but I like to have fun on it. I can be serious if needed... Wish I can stay, but Formula needs to get back to the Lookout soon for our Loony and her sneezing problem...
Ryder: Right. Think you should reset the airbag though?
Drift: Ah, right. *He held his collar till it beeped.* Airbag, change from helium to air. *He untied the ropes from his legs as he shook his head, the silver vest coming back.*
Formula: Oi... how long was I out for?
Rocky: Long enough for Drift to help us
Formula: Well... nothing's overinflated by the looks of it.
Ryder: You both did good there. *He rubbed both of the mixed breed pups head.*
Both Pups: Thanks Ryder
Ryder: Let's head back... As he and the two pups got back on their vehicles, the driver to the truck came up.
Driver: Thanks a lot for this as well.
Ryder: No problem. Whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!
Rocky: Or for us... float for help.
Formula: Guess that's a way to look at it. Let's get back, we have some work to do. *The three drove off as the pups team emblem transitioned them to being back at the Lookout.*
Ryder: That was exhausting...
Rocky: Agreed, but we're keeping the collar bit between us though, right?
Formula: That's the plan... *He called the elevator down, but as it was, they could see two spheres of pink and blue.* Oh boy... looks like airbags are stuck.
Skye: Oh, hey guys. You look...
Formula: Tuckered? I know...
Ryder: We had a very long day....
Rocky: How's Balloona X doing?
Chase: Still sick.
Formula: Was afraid of that. Want me to reset your airbags though or...
Chase: If you don't mind, that is.
Formula: Roger that, mate. *His paw had a blue and pink set of lights pop up as he pressed a button that came up, deflating their suits back down.*
Chase: Thanks for that.
Skye: It was way too cramped.
Chase: *he laughed nervously* Yea, too cramped...
Formula: Alright... I'm going to get back to work, let me know if you guys need anything...
Skye: Sure thing. Chase, can I please talk to you for a bit?
Chase: Uh... sure.
Skye: Come with me to my room.
Chase: Y-y-your room?
Skye: Yes. *She heads to the room as Chase follows.*
Formula: Well... I'm heading up to my room, hooroo you guys. *He started going up, but pause.* Hey Rocky... collar though...
Rocky: Oh right *he remove his collar* Here you go
Formula: Thank you... *He tapped the collar on it, returning it back to its standard look and pulled out Rocky's usual collar from his pack.* Thanks for being a worthy test subject.
Rocky: No problem, I hope your project will be fully complete soon
Formula: It should be. *He tossed Rocky his collar before heading upstairs to his room, only to bump into Marshall in there.*
Marshall: Sorry about that! Was just checking to see what light was on.
Formula: It's quite alright. You trying to help me with the antidote?
Marshall: Maybe? That bad?
Formula: No actually... I need someone who has some medical expertise a bit.
Marshall: Oh alright then *The two sat at the computer, looking over the results so far.*
Formula: I should be ready for a sample run, but I do need a slight mucus sample.
Marshall: You mean a bit of snot or something?
Formula: Exactly...
Marshall: Be lucky Rubble had a bit on his suit earlier. *He pulled up a vial of it.*
Formula: Gross, but it'll do.
Marshall: Glad to help where I could.
Formula: I need a bit of alone time to get this right though, think you can check on the others?
Marshall: Sure thing. *He left the room, stumbling a bit over the suit on the floor as Formula took a drop of the mucus, put it on a slide with a hint of the cure, and waited for results. Each time, he tweaked it as it was either too weak, strong, slow, or fast, till he had a purple serum in the glass.*
Formula: Eureka. Think I finally got it... but I need to test it out on a sample of the illness. *He took a syringe full of a purple medicine, applying a drop to a tray.* Now for the sample. *He pours a vial of Balloona X's snot onto the tray. Then he places the mix under a microscope. Through the microscope, he sees the antidote react to the cells, ripping them apart.* This stuff backs a bigger punch than a boxing kangaroo. *He set the microscope aside, slipping into his spare hazmat suit and closed the helmet.* Time to pay my sick-loon a visit. *He heads to Balloona X's room with a clean syringe in his hand filled with the antidote.*
Balloona X: Hey, Formy...
Formula: Loony, you are gonna be so happy! I finally finished the antidote!
Balloona X: Great to hear. Though... I feel the biggest sneeze coming on shortly. We should head outside jusssst to be safe.
Formula: Understood, Loony. *He and Balloona X walk out of her room and began heading to the elevator. Outside, Formula and Balloona X were standing in front of the Exit to the Lookout.* Are you ready to get that sneeze-flate gone for good?
Balloona X: Yes I am!
Formula: Just hold still...
Ballona X: All right... but where are you gonna...? *Formula sticks the syringe in her rear end.* Yipe!
Formula: Sorry, love. Had to do it.
Balloona X: Why there though hun? Why on the rump?
Formula: It's sort of the most common place dogs get medicine. Sorry in advance.
Balloona X: You owe me a big, balloony cuddle though.
Formula: I know. Come on, love. Let's head back inside. *They walk back inside, holding paws. They met back up with the others, standing nearby.*
Balloona X: Thanks a lot you guys, you really helped me out there.
Ryder: No problem, Balloona X. Whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!
Formula: Or if you're sick, just sniffle for help.
Balloona X: Oh you... *She took of his helmet, licking his cheek.* Take that clunky suit off now though, I'm feeling much better. *Formula takes of the suit.*
Formula: Well, you wanna finish the rest of that soup?
Balloona X: All right. Anyone want to join us?
All Pups: Yea!
Ryder: I think you pups all earned a nice relaxing treat after working like that.
*A transition with the pups usual emblem had them outside, enjoying their bowls of soup.*
Balloona X: I can properly eat this stuff finally, being able to taste it correctly... what do you think, Roundmula? *She rubbed the round lab's back as he let out a content whine due to him having a mouthful of soup.* Good to hear hun.
Formula: No prob, I know you needed a cuddle, and I'll gladly provide one for ya.
Balloona X: Hehehe, thanks Roundmula *She gently nuzzled his back, setting her bowl down and sliding down to meet his head.*
Formula: G'day love, what can I do for ya?
Balloona X: Well... *She rolled him onto his back, cuddling and nuzzling his round belly.* You know I love giving this gray tum of yours some extra attention.
Formula: Hehehehe... *His tail swayed in delight as she traced a heart on his belly, causing his paws to flap a bit.*
Balloona X: You're adorable like this, and I love it. Don't ever stop being cute... *She gently licked his belly as the others watched on.*
All Pups: Aaaawwwww
Skye: They're an adorable couple.
Chase: You said it.
*As they both went to finish up the last bits of their soup, one noodle that got stuck between both bowls in a pour ended up nearly bringing them together, but Chase stopped and bit it.*
Skye: Good call...
Chase: Can't have that too soon with them around.
Marshall: That's using your old noodle, Chase. *He finished off his soup, having a noodle be across his nose like a mustache.*
Rocky: Y'know... the handlebar looks good on you, Marshall.
Marshall: Huh? *he looked* Whoops. Looks like I missed one. *As Marshall used his tongue and lips to loosen the noodle, he ended up tripping back and getting a bowl on his head.* I guess it's more pup noodle soup now, huh?
*All of the pups shared a laugh as Balloona X gave her lab one more quick nuzzle while the others helped clean their dalmatian team member up.*
The End
