Tracker: Anyway, want to go to my house?
Zuma: You mean, hang out?
Tracker: Yeah, hang out and sign this stupid paper.
Marshall: Ok, we can go!
Tracker: You know what, I just need company. Tonight.
Rubble: Oh, your fear of the dark.
Tracker: Yeah. Keep me company.
Zuma: We'll do dude!
(The rest of the pups ran to Tracker's house)

Meanwhile...

Skye: Hey, Chase, COME BACK HERE YOU MUTT!
Chase:(running while crying)
Skye: COME HERE OR ILL KILL YOU.
Chase:(stops)
Skye:(turns him around) Now, DONT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HER?!
Chase: WHAT NO! (Crying)
(Chase cries while Skye argues with him)