Paw Patrol: Texting

Texting in the Bathroom

*Online: Rubble, Zuma*

Zuma: Hey there, Dude!

Rubble: Hi Zuma

Zuma: How's it going?

Rubble: Good... Just having my me time with the bathroom mirror

Zuma: Huh?

Rubble: I'm looking at myself in the mirror

Zuma: Ah, I see. How long do you do that?

Rubble: As long as I want to

Zuma: Ok

Rubble: La la la la la

Zuma: Wait, are you singing in the bathroom?

Rubble: Yup!

(Marshall is online)

Rubble: Oh look, Marshall is here

Marshall: Heyyy

Zuma: Hiii Marshall

Marshall: Rubble, I can hear you singing in the bathroom

Rubble: Oh yeahhh

Marshal: Mind if I join you?

Rubble: Oh sure

Marshall: Yayyyy! Zuma, wanna join us?

Zuma: Eh, no thank you... You can have the bathroom for yourselves

Marshall: Okay! Rubble, I'm coming in

Rubble: Okay, welcome to my bathroom, the place where I vocalize and sing!

Marshall: I hate to tell this, but I'll just tell it anyway.

Zuma: What is it, Dude?

Marshall: I didn't think it was Rubble singing in the bathroom earlier at first

Zuma: Oh! Who did you think it was?

Marshall: Errr...

Zuma: Who is it? Don't tell me you thought it was me?!

Marshall: No no no, it's not you

Zuma: Dude, then spit it out! Who is it?!

Marshall: I thought at first it was Ryder

Zuma: OH SHUT UP, ARE YOU CRAZY?!

Marshall: That's why I can't tell it here

Rubble: Might as well delete that message before he reads it

Zuma: Yeah, before he scolds your clumsy mouth when he goes online

(Marshall unsent a message)

Marshall: There! That's better

Rubble: Okay, now where were we?

Marshall: Oh right! We're in the chorus

Zuma: Chorus of what song?

Rubble: 'CAUSE NO ONE IN THIS WORLD CAN MAKE ME FEEL LOVED IN THE WAY THAT YOU DO NOW

Zuma: Oh, that! Yeah, I know that song. Ryder played it in the Paw Patroller when we were heading to Adventure City

Marshall: Hey, I think we should shut up first

Rubble: Why?

Marshall: I hear someone heading for the bathroom door

Zuma: Who is it?

Rubble: Uhm, not sure

(Ryder is online)

Ryder: Hey, pups!

Zuma: Oh, hi Ryder

Rubble: Hey Ryder

Marshall: What's up?

Ryder: I was gonna ask why the bathroom door is locked. It sounds like nobody is in there. Did somebody just lock it from the inside?

Zuma: Oh, uh, about that

Rubble: Marshall and I are in here...

Marshall: Yeah

Ryder: Oh, what are you two doing there? Don't tell me you do your business in there

Rubble: Oh no no no

Marshall: Nopeeee

Rubble: We're just singing in front of the mirror

Ryder: Oh ok... Uh, mind if I use it?

Marshall: Uh, why?

Zuma: Marshall?! Really?!

Ryder: Uh, gotta do... business? Do you think I do mine outside?

Marshall: Oh right, sorry

Rubble: Marshall, we never finished the song

Zuma: Dudes, just let Ryder in and finish the song when he's done! Could you?

Ryder: Uh, please? Pups, I really need to...

Marshall: Rubble, come on! Let's just finish it later

Rubble: Aww, but I...

Zuma: GUYS, HURRY! AND WOULD YOU STOP TEXTING EACH OTHER WHEN YOU CAN TALK TO EACH OTHER FACE TO FACE?!

Marshall: Whoa whoa, watch the caps, Zuma!

Zuma: Just get outta there and let Ryder in... NOW!

Rubble: Ok fine fine fine!

Marshall: I'll open the door!

Zuma: You don't have to text it! JUST DO IT!

Marshall: Okay. door's open now and Ryder's inside

Rubble: Yeah, he nearly crashed into us rushing inside.

Zuma: Yeah, because it took forever for both of you to let him in!

Marshall: Sorryyyyy, Zuma

Rubble: But we're still gonna finish the song after he finishes, righttt?

Marshall: Yeah yeah

Rubble: Okay, he's out!

Ryder: Don't worry, Zuma... I'm finished.

Zuma: Oh phew, good

Ryder: Ok, gotta go do something else again. Bye pups

Zuma: Bye Ryder

Rubble: See you around, Ryder

Marshall: Yeah, bye!

Rubble: Marshall, get in here!!

Marshall: Oh, rightttt... Sorry

Zuma: I'll go ahead too, Dudes

Marshall: Okay, I'll turn this thing off too.

Rubble: Bye Zuma

Zuma: Bye, enjoy your concert in the bathroom

*Everyone has gone offline*