It was another day in adventure bay for Chase the german shepard and Marshall the dalmatian. Both woke up full of energy and ready to take on any challenges given to them by Ryder. Today was a very special day for them too, as Ryder told them to wake up especially early and not wake the other pups. When Chase and Marshall made their way up to the observatory, Ryder greeted them with their mission.


“Chase, Marshall,” Ryder said, “I have a very special mission for you two today.”


“What is it, Ryder?” asked Marshall.


“Well, it turns out that we have another mission from the Earl of Barkingburg,” said Ryder.


“All the way over in Barkingburg?” asked Chase.


“Yep,” said Ryder. “The Earl told me that the royal scepter that was gonna be passed down to the princess went missing. That’s where you two come in. I need you both to go and investigate where that scepter could’ve gone.”


“Ummm...what’s a scepter?” asked Marshall.


“I think it’s just a long golden stick,” said Chase.


“Wow, Chase,” said Ryder, “way to know your stuff. Anyway, you pups need to eat some food because the Air Patroller will leave in one hour.”


“Alright, sounds good, ruff ruff!” said Marshall.


“I got some new kibble for you guys to try out,” said Ryder, “I’ll put some in your food bowls.”


Ryder filled up the kibble bowls and the pups went over to try it.


“Wow!” said Chase, “this new food tastes incredible!”


“Hey, you’re right!” said Marshall after taking a bite.


Both of the pups chowed down on their new food until both of their bowls were empty.


“Oh no,” said Marshall, “we’re all out!”


“Well…” said Chase, “Ryder left the whole bag here in front of us…”


“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Marshall.


Both pups immediately dove into the bag of puppy chow and started to devour its contents. By the time ten minutes had passed, both of the pups had finished the entire bag of puppy chow. Feeling they needed a drink to wash the food down, Chase and Marshall walked over to their water bowls and each drank a full bowl’s worth of water. Both pups collapsed on their sides when they were finished with their enormous breakfast.


“That was *BURP* incredible, ruff ruff” said Marshall.


“Totally,” said Chase.


Eventually, Ryder came over to check on the pups, and he found that they had eaten the whole bag of food!


“Chase?! Marshall?!” asked Ryder, “did you guys seriously eat this whole bag of food???”


“*BUUURP* No…?” said Marshall innocently.


“Yeah...we did…” explained Chase.


“Well, I sure hope you’re able to move to the air patroller when it takes off in 45 minutes,” said Ryder.


Forty minutes passed, and Ryder came over to get the pups up off of the floor.


“Alright, guys,” said Ryder, nudging the pups, “it’s time to leave!”


“Really?” said Chase.


“I’ll go down the slide first,” said Marshall. The dalmatian puppy waddled over to the slide and slid down slowly.


“Chase is on the case!” said Chase as he followed Marshall down the slide.


Marshall eventually reached the bottom where he was caught off guard by how much speed he had accumulated and he ended up landing face first in the seat of his fire truck. He was stuck in that position when Chase also came down the slide. What the german shepard didn’t expect was to see Marshall’s spotted heinie when he landed. He flew off the slide and landed in Marshall’s truck with his face directly in the dalmatian’s derriere. Marshall was shocked by this and released a loud fart directly in Chase’s muzzle.


*FLLLRRRBRBRBRBT*


“Ewwwww!!!” said Chase, “gross, Marshall!”


“Sorry, Chase,” said Marshall, blushing and giggling, “must’ve been the kibble.”


“Then why does it smell like eggs?! Blech!” Chase jumped out of Marshall’s truck before Marshall could release another stinker in his face and he made his way over to the Air Patroller. Marshall followed quickly behind him and both of the pups entered. Robo dog gave the two pups a few barks, closed the doors, and flew off to Barkingburg.


Marshall and Chase hadn’t anticipated the difficulties they’d encounter on the ride over, as both forgot to account for the lack of a bathroom on the air patroller. And when you eat an entire bag of kibble, it’s safe to say you’re going to need a trip to the bathroom in the near future. After arriving in Barkingburg, it was nighttime (probably due to time zones). When the door to the Air Patroller swung down, Marshall and Chase were revealed to be crossing their hind legs and fidgeting around.


“Oh man…” said Chase, “why didn’t we put a bathroom on the Air Patroller!?”


“We really shouldn’t have eaten all of that kibble,” said Marshall, “‘cause now I really really gotta...you know…”


“Here, we’ll find a bathroom later,” said Chase, “we have to be professional with the Earl about finding this scepter, so let’s go over and see if he can give us any clues.”


The two pups made their way into the castle after the guards let them past. The Princess of Barkingburg was across the hall room when Chase and Marshall entered.


“Chase!” said the princess, “how’s my favourite puppy doing?”


“Oh, I’m doing just fine, thanks,” Chase said. “I brought my friend Marshall with me to help look for the missing scepter. Could you bring the earl over?”


“Oh, certainly,” said the princess.


While the princess was away, Chase felt a pressure headed towards his rear.


“Uh oh, Marshall,” said Chase, “are you okay if I let some gas loose?”


“Aw, gross,” said Marshall, “you can’t hold it in?”


*PFFFFFFFFFFFF*


Chase let a silent fart breeze from under his tail. “Ahhhhhh, that feels better.”


“Gross, Chase!” said Marshall, “yours smells like rotten eggs too!”


The earl and the princess entered the room together about two minutes later.


“Hello, Mr. Earl sir!” said Chase.


“Greetings, Chase,” said the Earl. “As you know, our very important royal scepter went missing, and I need you two to find it. I’m not sure at all where it could’ve gone, but if you could search both the outside and inside of the castle, I would be very grateful of your efforts.”


“I’ll look inside the castle and see if there’s anyone here who has any clues,” said Chase.


“I guess I’ll look outside in the trees, then,” said Marshall.


“Splendid!” said the Earl. “let me know if anything turns up!”


Right at that moment, however, Chase’s bowels shifted and his stomach growled. He knew he’d need to find a place in the palace to do his business or else he’d have an accident on the floor. A light bulb went off in Chase’s head and he knew he had a plan.


“Um...could I check the courtyard for clues?” asked Chase.


“Certainly,” said the Princess, “it’s down the hall and to your left.”


Chase ran off whining with his tail between his legs and Marshall went out the door in the opposite direction in order to start looking outside the castle. He made his way over to the trees and began to sniff around before…


*PPPFFFRRRT*


Marshall had emitted a loud fart and he blushed deeply, making sure no one saw what had happened. He knew he needed to poop now, or he would end up going somewhere where he wouldn’t want to. He glanced around his immediate area and set his sights on a tree. Smiling nervously, he waddled over to the side facing away from the castle and squatted slightly, beginning to release some air from his body.


“Ay!” Marshall heard, “Wha are you doin’ on ma tree? Are ya’ doin’ wha ah think you’re doin’?”


Marshall jolted into an upright position and directed his attention quickly to the top of the tree, where a squirrel with a scottish accent was sitting on a branch.


“Oh! Sorry Mr. Squirrel,” said Marshall nervously, “I just really needed a bathroom and this looked like the perfect place to do it, heh heh.”


“No one in their right mind goes on my turf, ya hear?” said the squirrel.


*PPFFRBRBRBRBRT*


Marshall immediately had a shocked look on his face and blushed deeply after his release.


“See what I mean, I gotta go!” said Marshall. With that, the pup squatted low and grunted, trying to push out his load quickly.


“Not on my watch,” the squirrel whispered to himself. He picked up and acorn from his stash and crawled to the bottom of the tree. There, he saw Marshall’s bare rear end about to drop his load. “Yuck, smells like rotten meat,” whispered the squirrel to himself when he caught a whiff of Marshall’s bottom. The squirrel reared back with the acorn in his paw, aimed for the source of Marshall’s gas, and shoved the acorn in with a pop.


“YOW!” Marshall yelled in pain. The puppy ran off as fast as he could from the tree.


“Ah,” said the squirrel, “got ‘im right in the pucker.”


Meanwhile, Chase had made his way to the courtyard. He frantically looked around for a private place to do his duty and eventually spotted a tall bush. ‘Yes, finally,’ he thought to himself. He walked over to the bush, turned around and squatted low. With his tail raised high and out of the way, he was about to release his load, when all of the sudden…


“Oh my GOODNESS! Chase!” yelled a familiar voice.


Chase stood up straight and looked up into the balcony overlooking the courtyard and saw none other than Sweetie with a shocked and entertained look on her face.


“Don’t tell me you were attempting to *ahem* ‘relieve yourself* in our courtyard?” said the pampered pup.


“Umm...no?” said Chase weakly.


“Nice try, Chase,” said Sweetie, “but I know a lie when I hear one. I took that precious little scepter and hid it somewhere in the castle, by the way.”


“Sweetie! I’ll get you for this!” yelled Chase. While he was yelling, however, he felt an unstoppable pressure building up that was nearing release.


*FFFRRRRRT*


“Uh oh,” said Chase.
“Hahahahaha,” laughed Sweetie, “oh Chase. Simply no control over your emissions.”


Chase smiled sheepishly and ran off to the inside of the house in order to look for a place to use the bathroom without Sweetie seeing.


Marshall, on the other hand, was running from the squirrel who had plugged his “release valve”. He knew he needed to find a different place, and quickly. He began sniffing around until he found a nice looking patch of grass that looked pretty hidden from view. He stepped into it and spread his legs in order to squat down. What he didn’t realize was that the patch of grass was muddy, so he slipped and fell on his hindquarters. When he stood back up, he felt a little itchiness on his rear end. After stepping out of the grass and scratching it against the ground, the poor puppy realized he must’ve fallen in poison ivy! He rubbed his butt on the ground continuously, dragging it in order to relieve the itching.


“What an awful night,” he said to himself out loud.


Chase, all the while, was searching for a place to go number two inside the castle. It wasn’t long before he caught the scent of a bathroom and he knew that he was on the right track. After a few turns through the intricate hallways of the castle, he came upon the litter room of the Royal Kittens of Barkingburg.


“I guess this’ll have to work out for now…” said Chase, now crossing his hind legs. 


The german shepard pup hopped into the giant litterbox in the center of the room and squatted with his hind end toward the door. With his tail lifted, Chase began to let some air run free out his bottom. All of the sudden however, the two kittens in residence at the castle walked into the litter room to do their business, and they were greeted with the unpleasant sight of Chase’s exposed tailhole and dangling unmentionables. Chase heard them walk in and turned around immediately after they saw his privates. He stood up straight and blushed red as a tomato before grinning bashfully and running out the door with his tail between his legs.


Marshall’s itching had finally calmed down, and his derriere now glowed an unsightly red.


*PPPFFFRRTT*


‘Uh oh’, he thought, ‘now I really have to go’. Marshall wandered for another five minutes before spotting something behind the castle: a fountain. He excitedly made his way over to the fountain and hopped up onto the edge over the water. He checked his surroundings to make sure that no one was peeking while he did his doggy duty. Satisfied with his surroundings, Marshall squatted his rear over the fountain water and lifted his tail up, exposing his butthole to the cool night air. He pushed slightly and his farts began to release loudly.


*PFFRRT*


*SSSQQQUEAAKKKK*


*PFFFFFFFFF*


“Ahhhhhhh,” sighed Marshall as he let his air loose. He then felt the bulk of his load approaching the ‘exit’. He squatted slightly lower and then began to push out his first log. It emerged from his pink tailhole slowly and proceeded to grow in size and crackle loudly before tapering off and landing in the pool with a large splash. “Heh heh,” said Marshall, “bombs away!” The dalmatian puppy pushed out another log, this time slightly larger than the last one. He let out a deep sigh of relief and began to wag his tail as the log tapered off and splashed into the water with the previous log. “I sure hope the Earl doesn’t mind me using his fountain as a potty, haha!” Marshall was certainly in a better mood after he released most of his load. The last bit emerged from under his tail had little pebbles of poop and each landed in the water with a little ‘kersplash’ sound. 


“Ahhhhh...much better,” said Marshall. He was about to hop off of the fountain before realizing he still had one more job. “Uh oh, I still have to go pee!” Marshall turned his right side to the fountain and began to piddle into the fountain water. The pup sighed and started to pant, his tail wagging happily behind him while he ‘refilled the fountain’. Eventually, the tinkling came to an end, and Marshall hopped off of the fountain and started walking toward the front of the castle with the intention of catching up with Chase.


Speaking of Chase, the poor pup was continuing to hold an enormous load back under his tail. He was perusing the castle’s rooms, looking for any sign of a toilet for him to use. It had been about ten minutes, and then the puppy finally found a bathroom. He entered and found himself in a large, brightly lit room with a golden toilet situated in the middle.


“That’s what I’m talking about!” said Chase happily. He ran over to the seat and hopped up, setting his hind legs on either side on top and his front legs at the front.


Little to Chase’s knowledge, however, Sweetie had anticipated that he would enter that bathroom. Because of this, she installed a mini camera inside the toilet bowl in order to catch Chase in the act of relieving himself and to humiliate him by telling him afterward. When Chase showed up and was walking toward the seat on her camera, Sweetie watched in order to catch a glimpse of her worst enemy at his most vulnerable. She finally saw Chase hop up onto the seat as his privates dangled between his legs. Sweetie couldn’t stop giggling at Chase’s exposed private parts while he was sitting on the seat. The unaware pup then started to release his load. He squatted slightly lower, giving Sweetie a better view of his pink butthole. He then pushed and grunted as logs of doggy doo began to drop from his rear end. He gave a sigh of relief as Sweetie broke out into laughter (mainly because she also had the camera’s sound on). She watched as Chase dropped two more logs into the toilet and said to herself “Oh my, it looks as if he truly did have to go. Quite a bit, too!” Chase was finished dropping his logs when he started to urinate. Sweetie found his special boy parts especially hysterical and they released his urine. When his stream died down, Sweetie decided she would come on the intercom for the bathroom from the room she was watching Chase in. 


“Oh, Chaaaaase…” said Sweetie.


Chase jumped off of the seat out of fear. “Wha--who’s there?” he asked.


“It’s just me, Sweetie! I saw your little show you put on there through a hidden camera in the bathroom.”


“Wait,” said Chase, “You saw me while I was--’going’?


“Yes, hehehe,” said Sweetie.


Chase immediately blushed madly red and was embarrassed to death. “Where’s the camera?” asked the concerned pup.


“Oh, just in the toilet bowl,” said Sweetie.


Chase’s stomach sank to the floor and his pupils dilated. “So that means...you saw my--”


“--I saw everything, Chase.”


“I’m gonna get you, Sweetie! I’ll never let you live this down!!!”


“Oh, by the way,” said Sweetie, “I’ve had my fun for the day, so I’ll just tell you that the scepter is behind the toilet.”


Chase immediately ran behind the toilet, grabbed it with his mouth, and ran out the door so as to avoid any further embarrassment from Sweetie. He ran over to the front door to see that Marshall, the Earl, and the Princess were all there waiting for him.


“Oh. Chase!” said the Earl, “you found the royal scepter. Thank you!”


“It was my pleasure to assist, your highness,” said Chase.


“Oh! Did you two want to say hi to Sweetie?” said the princess, “I’ll go and get her for you!”


The princess ran off to find her doggie and bring her back and the Earl walked back into the throne room to finish some of his work.


“Oh no!” said Marshall, “not Sweetie.”


“Hey, Marshall,” said Chase, “how about we both teach Sweetie a lesson?”


“Wait, why?” asked Marshall.


“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Chase, blushing furiously, “trust me.”


“Okay, what will we do?” asked Marshall.


“Well, do you have any gas left in the tank?” asked Chase.


“Heh heh, I think I do,” said Marshall. Chase leaned toward Marshall and began to whisper his plan to him, and Marshall agreed that it should be carried out. When the princess came back with Sweetie, she set her down next to the other pups and ran off to be with her father.


“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Poops-a-lot, hahahah!” teased Sweetie.


“Hey Sweetie,” said Chase, “you want another look back there?”


“Well, I don’t know why you’d be willing to subject yourself to further embarrassment, but be my guest I suppose,” said Sweetie.


Both Chase and Marshall turned toward Sweetie, lifted their tails, and let rip right in her face.


*PPPFFFRRRRRTTTT*


*FFLLRBRBRBRBTTRBRBRBT*


“Oh my goodness! *cough cough* Blech. It smells like a rotten egg salad sandwich! Yuck!”


“Hope you enjoyed the view, heh heh,” said Chase as he ran off with Marshall.