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. 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. Chase gripped on to the floppy lid and peeled it all the way off. The stinky smell wafted past his nostrils again and made his nose burn a little, but he put up with it long enough to see what was inside. And…

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 rolled his eyes internally, although constipated or not, he had to admit he was interested in seeing what Liberty had discovered. "At ease, cadet. Let’s see what kind of buried treasure we’ve got our paws on here." He approached the bag and pulled it out of the hole with his teeth. He couldn’t take off the cover, it was on there extra tight, and it was so green that it almost blended in against the grass. Whoever had buried it down there in the first place was either trying to hide something sinister or it was something embarrassing that needed to be hidden destroyed.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. 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..."

Speaking of getting things out of my system..." Liberty seethed. "Alright, that tears it! My intestines are on FIRE over here!" She waddled past Chase and onto the green grass, heading around the tower. "Come on! I really need to find a good spot so that I can fertilize me some GRASS!" She shouted over her shoulder. 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 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!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!"

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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. 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. Heh. Yeah well, what can I say? I guess I’m just naturally talented at fingering." The Dachshund cleverly replied with a knowing wink. Before Chase could notice the obscene innuendo she had dropped, a loud POP! rang through the air around them, and the lid popped freely open a little.