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Chase burst out laughing. He was practically hysterical and couldn't breathe.

"I'm serious," Marshall stayed sternly.

Chase stopped laughing and stared with skepticism. "You could go through that whole obstacle course without tripping up? No way."

The thing he was referring to was the obstacle course that Ryder just set up for the pups. It had a climbing wall, a jungle gym and stepping stones all challenging their speed and agility.

"I know you think of me as some loveable, clumsy goof, but I'm in the paw patrol just like you! I can run an obstacle course at least!" Marshall said defensively.

"You can't even make it to the elevator without a catastrophe happening."

Chase was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and walk away, but then got a mischievous thought. "I'll tell you what, if you can make it through that obstacle course without tripping or falling or any mistakes, you can give me a wedgie and vice versa, he said, self-assured.

"Not bad, but let's up the ante. The loser's wedgie has to comply with the winner's terms."

"Great, but don't complain too much when you're wearing your tighty-whities on your forehead."

They shook hands and Chase kicked back to watch the trainwreck in action. But to his surprise, his performance was perfect. He wasn't too fast, but he took extreme care. He climbed the wall without even a slip and dashed across the stepping stones without missing a single one. After he was done, Chase could only stare in shock and gawk in disbelief.

"So, how'd I do?" He asked Chase smugly.

"I-I," he stuttered out.

"I'll take my prize now."

"Ugh, fine" he both sighed and groaned in defeat.

He started to turn around when Marshall stopped him. "Not so fast," he said. "Take off your clothes"

"What?" He asked, confused.

"The rules said I get to decide how your wedgie turns out and I want you to be in your underwear."

He sighed and blushed a little out of embarrassment and then took off the tank top and shorts he was wearing. Underneath it, he was wearing a pair of blue briefs with yellow stars. "Nice briefs," he snickered, "okay, now turn around."

Chase followed this and turned his back to the dalmatian, feeling his grip on his waistband within a second. He yanked upwards and the first tug went straight to his middle back. Chase started to squeal and groan a little from pain as he did from the next few tugs going up to his upper back, neck, back of his head, then forehead. Marshall let go with a satisfying snap which secured it over his head. Marshall then grabbed his nearby hat and secured it onto his head over the atomic wedgie as a joke. "There, now ya got two hats."

Chase let out one big groan as all his pride was gone. He had never been so humiliated as right now. Losing a bet he had so much confidence in, being in only his most embarrassing pair of underwear, and worst of all, forced into a wedgie, a move attempted by jocks onto nerds to prove their dominance, given to him by the sweetest, nerdiest, and most gentle boy he knew.

The situation only got worse as he heard a snap. Not like a twig, or finger snap, or even the kind he heard from his waistband a little earlier. This was the sound effect snap of a camera, meaning Marshall just took a picture of him with his phone. "Please tell me you won't send that picture to anyone," he pleaded.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy." Marshall was brimming with pride. Deep down, earlier, when Chase said he couldn't make the obstacle course, he believed him a bit, but then he did it and amazed himself. And now he was giving a wedgie to the most jockish and athletic of all his friends. He took a second to step back and admire his work.

"Well, this has been fun, but bye. I've got to go to town, I promised to help Skye with something," he told the German Shepherd, taking out a phone with a star on the phone case and starting a timer. "Here's your phone. I started a timer for an hour and after that hour, you get to take off the wedgie if I'm not back yet.

"What makes you think I won't take it off before this thing goes off?" He inquired.

"Your honor" Marshall replied.(he also had a blackmail pic of him on his phone, but he wanted to see how this played out)

"Ugh, your right." Chase made a deal, and it would be unhonorable to break it.

"Bye now, have fun."

Chase was in the lookout, so he decided to just watch Apollo the super pup until his hour was up. He sat down in one of the bean bags and hoped no one would walk in on his embarrassing situation.

Racers2003's remake: www.deviantart.com/racers2003/…

Here's the sequel, Chase's Revenge: www.deviantart.com/lionlord0/a…

Description
Chase burst out laughing. He was practically hysterical and couldn't breathe.

"I'm serious," Marshall stayed sternly.

Chase stopped laughing and stared with skepticism. "You could go through that whole obstacle course without tripping up? No way."

The thing he was referring to was the obstacle course that Ryder just set up for the pups. It had a climbing wall, a jungle gym and stepping stones all challenging their speed and agility.

"I know you think of me as some loveable, clumsy goof, but I'm in the paw patrol just like you! I can run an obstacle course at least!" Marshall said defensively.

"You can't even make it to the elevator without a catastrophe happening."

Chase was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and walk away, but then got a mischievous thought. "I'll tell you what, if you can make it through that obstacle course without tripping or falling or any mistakes, you can give me a wedgie and vice versa, he said, self-assured.

"Not bad, but let's up the ante. The loser's wedgie has to comply with the winner's terms."

"Great, but don't complain too much when you're wearing your tighty-whities on your forehead."

They shook hands and Chase kicked back to watch the trainwreck in action. But to his surprise, his performance was perfect. He wasn't too fast, but he took extreme care. He climbed the wall without even a slip and dashed across the stepping stones without missing a single one. After he was done, Chase could only stare in shock and gawk in disbelief.

"So, how'd I do?" He asked Chase smugly.

"I-I," he stuttered out.

"I'll take my prize now."

"Ugh, fine" he both sighed and groaned in defeat.

He started to turn around when Marshall stopped him. "Not so fast," he said. "Take off your clothes"

"What?" He asked, confused.

"The rules said I get to decide how your wedgie turns out and I want you to be in your underwear."

He sighed and blushed a little out of embarrassment and then took off the tank top and shorts he was wearing. Underneath it, he was wearing a pair of blue briefs with yellow stars. "Nice briefs," he snickered, "okay, now turn around."

Chase followed this and turned his back to the dalmatian, feeling his grip on his waistband within a second. He yanked upwards and the first tug went straight to his middle back. Chase started to squeal and groan a little from pain as he did from the next few tugs going up to his upper back, neck, back of his head, then forehead. Marshall let go with a satisfying snap which secured it over his head. Marshall then grabbed his nearby hat and secured it onto his head over the atomic wedgie as a joke. "There, now ya got two hats."

Chase let out one big groan as all his pride was gone. He had never been so humiliated as right now. Losing a bet he had so much confidence in, being in only his most embarrassing pair of underwear, and worst of all, forced into a wedgie, a move attempted by jocks onto nerds to prove their dominance, given to him by the sweetest, nerdiest, and most gentle boy he knew.

The situation only got worse as he heard a snap. Not like a twig, or finger snap, or even the kind he heard from his waistband a little earlier. This was the sound effect snap of a camera, meaning Marshall just took a picture of him with his phone. "Please tell me you won't send that picture to anyone," he pleaded.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy." Marshall was brimming with pride. Deep down, earlier, when Chase said he couldn't make the obstacle course, he believed him a bit, but then he did it and amazed himself. And now he was giving a wedgie to the most jockish and athletic of all his friends. He took a second to step back and admire his work.

"Well, this has been fun, but bye. I've got to go to town, I promised to help Skye with something," he told the German Shepherd, taking out a phone with a star on the phone case and starting a timer. "Here's your phone. I started a timer for an hour and after that hour, you get to take off the wedgie if I'm not back yet.

"What makes you think I won't take it off before this thing goes off?" He inquired.

"Your honor" Marshall replied.(he also had a blackmail pic of him on his phone, but he wanted to see how this played out)

"Ugh, your right." Chase made a deal, and it would be unhonorable to break it.

"Bye now, have fun."

Chase was in the lookout, so he decided to just watch Apollo the super pup until his hour was up. He sat down in one of the bean bags and hoped no one would walk in on his embarrassing situation.

Racers2003's remake: www.deviantart.com/racers2003/…

Here's the sequel, Chase's Revenge: www.deviantart.com/lionlord0/a…