Sure thing!" Chase confirmed while she stepped off to the side again. "I was going to volunteer anyways. We ARE standing on OFFICIAL Paw Patrol property, anyways. This isn’t something a mere reserve member would be able to handle, anyways." He added, ignoring the eye roll and the amused scoff that followed. Hey, Liberty! Wait up!" He cried out as he chased after the female dog. "I’m coming with! You’re not the ONLY one who needs to go, you know!" Chase listened to her story and nodded. This girl definitely knows how to handle herself, he thought while scratching his chin. In fact, aside from the obvious sexual implications, listening to her talking about food almost made him start to feel hungry again. But then his gut suddenly rumbled fiercely and Chase grimaced in response. He'd briefly forgotten that whatever he ate right now probably wouldn’t stay down for long... and then he remembered why he had come outside in the first place! After several helpings of vegetables, steak, and turkey, all with loads of extra gravy poured on top, Chase was MORE than full. He felt like he was about to pop and he couldn’t fit down anything else. His whole snout was messy, and his belly was bulging out like a big yellow beach ball. Skye noticed how often he was shifting in his seat and she tried elbowing her friend in the side and making a silly comment about his slight weight gain, which made the other pups laugh. Huh? Oh, SURE I’ll give you some help with that!" Chase agreed as he charged over and stood next to Liberty, motivated by the sight of her sexy butt. He proceeded to push the bag alongside of her, their squirming bellies and bloated bottoms occasionally bumping up against each other. "Wow, these really ARE heavy! It sure feels like Zuma bought a lot of them... like one for EACH of us!" He observed the weight of the bag while they pushed it onto the pavement and around to the tower entrance. "I’ll have to talk to Zuma about this afterwards, but for now I still need to poop REALLY bad, and I’m really looking to using some of these fresh pampers..."

Chase uttered a low growl. "Hey! You should know better than to fat shame someone like that, especially a police puppy as adorable as me!" He flashed her his pearly white teeth. "Hey, you know what, why don’t you hop off that fancy scooter of yours and say those things to my FACE!" Heh heh. Yep..." Chase blushed and held onto his belly. "I guess my tummy is trying to tell me that I ate a little TOO much of that dinner, just like you! Except it feels like my bowels have a LOT less patience. I’ve gotta find a toilet, and ASAP!" Long story short, he didn’t want to risk clogging any of the toilets upstairs when he made his gigantic mess, or have the other pups become grossed out when they discovered the source of that foul stench and who made it. Yeah, Chase preferred to do his business outside on the bushes like what most dogs would do. Thank goodness nobody was around to bother him before he could get there.Chase perked up an ear. "Really? But... I’m the police puppy! I’ve always been like Ryder’s second in command! I’m supposed to set a good example for my team and look out for them, and make sure that they never catch me doing anything super crazy!" He argued. She was cut off mid-sentence as she suddenly tripped over something. There was a big bump in the grass waiting right in front of Liberty’s paws that she didn’t see coming. She did a barrel roll in mid-air and ended up sprawled on her side, dazed and staring at the big mound she had tripped over. Both she and Chase we startled by it, they almost got the literal crap scared right out of them. Well, as soon as those words left his mouth, it was too late. There was no word a dog liked to hear more than "buried". Liberty’s eyes widened and a grin flashed across her lips. "Did you say BURIED? Say no more, officer! This girl is ON IT!" She shouted, before whipping out her claws and diving forward. Um..." Chase started, feeling a little nervous as Liberty started wandering out of the shade towards the bushes. "Are you really SURE about that, Liberty? I mean, I want to take a nice steamy shit just as badly as YOU do, but don’t you think that spot is a little... out in the open?" He looked up at the visible balcony and windows overlooking the whole yard. "You never know! Ryder might decide to look out the window and catch you in the act!" Fine! I WILL!" Liberty said. She pivoted her chunky body to the side again and prepared to leap off of the seat, but she had to stop first. Her expression turned worried, she rubbed her bloated belly with both her paws. It let out a menacing gurgle and she let out a deep breath. "Ooh, Momma, that hurts..."

Chase inspected the grassy mound and tilted his head curiously. "Um... I don’t think that’s regular grass, Liberty." Her corrected her, stepping forward and sniffing it. "Yup. That’s definitely not natural. In fact, I think there must be something BURIED under there." He identified it, before he immediately slapped a paw over his mouth.

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Chase shrugged. "Meh. I don’t have a clue. That’s just how it’s always been all these years. Zuma seems to be perfectly okay with it, as far as I’m concerned. And none of us ever bothered asking Ryder about it. Whoever designed the blueprint for the tower probably just made it like that as a coincidence... either that, or even THEY didn’t really care about him that much." He added with a sad shake of his head. Huh. Okay then..." Liberty responded, her eyes scanning the spacious yard around them for an escape from the awkwardness. Finally, her eyes landed on a row of green bushes sitting in front of a big tree not too far away. "Hey! THERE we go!" She shouted, pointing at the area with incredible enthusiasm. "Couple a' bushes with our names written all over them. Sweet, sweet relief, here we COME!" Chase’s demeanour changed in an instant. His playful frown became a genuine look of concern and he stepped closer. "Liberty? Are you okay? He asked her worriedly. Upon closer look, the wiener dog looked just as unwell as Chase was feeling.

Um… well..." Chase quietly mumbled, suddenly feeling very hot as he listened to the wiener dog's plan. He couldn’t deny it was pretty hot, and it would help keep the other pups from discovering his huge stinky mess. But it sounded a bit strange, and he STILL had his reservations. "I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea, Liberty. I mean, we can’t just TAKE these diapers without asking the person or pup who owns them! Call me crazy, but that sounds a lot like STEALING!" He spat. It wasn’t like he’d WANTED to partake in eating all that food along with the other pups. He knew that Ryder always made the BEST Thanksgiving dinners for him and his team, but Chase wasn’t exactly interested in participating. The German Shepherd had felt unusually hungry when he woke up that morning and he had eaten two whole bowls full of kibble as a result, an accomplished that even left RUBBLE in awe! So he was already feeling pretty full by lunchtime, before Ryder suddenly emerged from the kitchen with a big Thanksgiving feast prepared for all six dogs. Thaaaaat's right. I’m gonna USE one of these bad boys!" Liberty declared while nudging bag with her snout and smiling devilishly. "Who needs some crummy old toilet when you have the fresh, enticing smell coming from THESE babies!" Is that LIBERTY? She’s coming to visit us NOW?" Chase said in complete disbelief, before cursing. "Oh, crap!" He grit his teeth and his bowels rumbled at his poor choice of wording. It stung, but not as much as his sneaky mission being blown.

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Well, even if there’s nothing in there, maybe we could at least turn that hole into our new toilet, he thought to himself with a smirk. Woah!" He growled, his nose twitching as the stinky scent festered. "I don’t know what’s in there, but it stinks like shit!" The canine hesitated. She was either getting angry with him or she was just begging for some kind of compliment to her appearance. Liberty was very good at doing that. "Oh, Liberty. Don’t be such a drama queen!" Chase whined in response. "You’ll always look super attractive to me, even if you don’t have those same, er... "luscious curves" right now." He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he tried to find the right description. When she only huffed in response, Chase decided it would be a good idea to change the subject.

Chase was no mind reader, and he didn’t know why Liberty was so fixated on them, but he he knew that her dripping pussy and rumbling stomach were NOT a good sign, and neither was his own... er, stomach, that was. He was annoyed and growing restless. The Shepherd thought his intestines were going to EXPLODE if he didn’t get his ass safely behind a bush in time, and he didn’t have the time for any of the wiener dog's usual shenanigans. Wha- ugh! HEY!" Chase cried out as he was suddenly hit in the face with dirt and grass being dug up by the crazy wiener dog. Liberty was like most puppies, meaning she loved to dig like her very life depended on it. She dug far down into the earth in search of what was protruding from it, while Chase could only watch from a safe distance at her paws flying around while in complete awe. He would have said something else, but then his stomach made some bad noises all over again, as did Liberty’s. Both dogs winced at each other and gripped on to their gurgling bellies as they felt twinges of pain and uncomfortable shivers travelled up their spines. "Ugh... God! Settle DOWN in there, would ya?" Liberty moaned, gently slapping her upset stomach. She was trying to say it in a jokey manner, but the time for comedy had long passed and now she was started to get really frustrated.Chase sighed and gripped his forehead with his paw. He was afraid of this. "Ooh, don't tell me. You want to..." He started, leaving the sentence hanging there for her to finish. Chase wasn’t in an eating mood at first and tried to explain this to Ryder, but being his leader's right hand pup, Ryder pretty much FORCED him to partake so that the other pups would see him become interested. It worked, and soon the pups had all piled up their plates with food and meat and veggies and then quite literally wolfing them down. Chase ate far more than he had expected. He remembered polishing off just ONE turkey leg and then everything else after that was a blur. Uh, come again?" Liberty asked, perking up her ears. "Standard protocol? Moving forward? Pfft, let’s forget all that crazy talk!" She bumped Chase's big butt with her's. "I don’t know about YOU, Chase, but I kinda wanna see what’s INSIDE of this thing first!" Pfft, you’re telling me. It’s crazy HEAVY, all right!" Liberty scowled. She found renewed energy in her bones and began pushing the bag along once again, huffing and puffing as she felt the weight against her paws and listened to the angry rumbly in her tummy. "Well Chase, that’s what you get when you leave a pup behind like that. Now it looks like Zuma’s got his own perverted interests... and they’re about to become THIS gal's perverted interests!" She squinted at him in frustration, her tail dragging lifelessly along the grass behind her. "So, officer... would you mind giving me a little HELP here? Or do you NOT want to get in on all of this fun?" She smirked and wiggled her ass at the Shepherd, her butthole winking just behind her tail and looking like it was about to blow. No, no, I’m being serious! It smells like literal SHIT!" Chase said, wrinkling his snout. He stared her dead in the eyes and pointed at the bag. "It’s just a little bit of it, but it smells super bad. Don’t believe me? Go sniff it yourself!"