**Marshall to the Rescue: A Bench Press Dilemma**

Prompt: Paw patrol fanfiction Marshall responds to a call of man trapped while bench pressing

It was a sunny morning in Adventure Bay, and the air was filled with laughter as the pups played in the park. Chase was surveying the area from a height, Skye was practicing her aerial maneuvers, and Rubble was digging a hole for his newest project—a big, colorful sandcastle. But amidst their joyful activities, the Paw Patrol was always at the ready for a call to action. Suddenly, Ryder’s communicator beeped, cutting through the joyful noise. Ryder quickly answered the call, his brow furrowing slightly. “Okay, pups! We’ve got an emergency!” he announced with excitement mixed with concern. Marshall perked his ears up. “What’s going on, Ryder?” “It’s a man named Mr. Thompson,” Ryder explained. “He’s trapped under a bench press at the Adventure Bay gym! He needs our help.” “O-oh no! Is he okay?” Marshall said, his heart racing. The sight of heavy weights made his paws sweat a little. “He sounds like he’s in a bit of a pickle, but we’ve got to move fast!” Ryder declared, quickly assembling his team. “Chase, you’ll drive; Skye, you’re in the air. Rubble, bring your construction gear! Marshall, let’s go!” “Right! I’m ready!” Marshall responded, his enthusiasm overpowering any self-doubt he had about weights. With a quick, confident bark, the team piled into the Paw Patroller, engines roaring to life. The trip to the gym was full of excitement. Chase kept an eye on the roads while Skye scouted the gym from above. “I can see the gym!" she called out from her helicopter. "Looks like there are a lot of people inside!” Upon arriving at the gym, the team quickly exited the Paw Patroller. Ryder led the way while Chase and Skye flanked him, with Rubble carrying his trusty tools. Marshall took a deep breath, his heart pumping, as they rushed inside. Inside the gym, the clatter of weights and muffled voices filled the air. Marshall spotted a group of worried people clustered around a bench press. His breath quickened. He didn’t know much about lifting weights, but he had seen others do it, and the sight of Mr. Thompson lying on the floor with a barbell across his chest made his stomach clench. “Okay, everyone step back!” Ryder commanded, pushing through the small crowd. “Paw Patrol is here to help!” With a little effort, they managed to create a path to Mr. Thompson. He was panting, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, but he managed a weak smile upon seeing the team. “Hey, Paw Patrol! I didn’t think you’d actually come.” “Of course we did!” exclaimed Marshall, his tail wagging despite the seriousness of the situation. “What happened?” “I was trying to lift a new personal best, and I don't know what happened,” Mr. Thompson replied, his voice shaky. “Suddenly, it just fell on me. I should’ve had a spotter!” “Don’t worry, Mr. Thompson,” Ryder said reassuringly. “We’re going to get you out from under there!” “Uh, I can’t lift that,” Marshall started, glancing nervously at the hefty barbell. The weights looked intimidating. What if he accidentally dropped them? What if he couldn’t lift them at all? “Marshall! We’ll work together!” Ryder encouraged. “Rubble, can you help him lift the barbell when we’re ready?” “Sure thing, Ryder! I’ve got my trusty bulldozer!” Rubble replied, puffing out his chest. “Alright then! Skye, can you use your drone to get a good angle above?” Ryder continued. “Already on it!” Skye took to the skies, her drone zooming above to capture the method of what needed to be done from a better perspective. Marshall took a deep breath and approached the barbell. “You got this, Marshall!” he whispered to himself, trying to muster some courage. “On the count of three,” Ryder instructed, kneeling beside Marshall. “One… two… three!” They lifted together, with Rubble pushing from underneath and Marshall using all his puppy strength to help move the bar up. For a moment, it felt heavy, but somehow, together, they managed to lift it just high enough for Mr. Thompson to roll out from beneath it. With a loud clatter, they dropped the barbell back onto the bench. Mr. Thompson took a shaky breath, still sprawled on the floor, but free at last. “Whoa… that was close!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You did great!” Marshall exclaimed, wagging his tail with excitement. “You’re all safe now!” “We should have a spotter at all times, right?” Chase said, looking back at the crowd that had gathered, nodding toward them. They all agreed and murmured in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Paw Patrol!” Mr. Thompson said gratefully, sitting up and rubbing his chest. “You really saved me! But next time, I’ll definitely have my spotter.” “That’s the spirit!” Ryder said, giving Mr. Thompson a reassuring pat on the back. “And remember, safety first when lifting weights!” The gym erupted in applause and gratitude for the heroes. Marshall felt a warm glow inside him from the cheers of happiness around him. As they gathered back together, Ryder smiled proudly at his pups. “Great teamwork, everyone! Marshall, great job facing your fears!” “Thanks, Ryder! I didn’t think I could do it, but the team was there to help me!” Marshall beamed. While their adventure had ended smoothly, all the pups agreed to set aside some time for a little play afterward. After all, even heroes need a break. With a joyful bark, they rolled back to the Paw Patroller, ready for more fun in Adventure Bay, the memories of the day’s rescue sealed in their hearts and the bond of friendship stronger than ever.