Ryder: What do you mean less violent and why do you have a big bruise?
Marshall: Well Zuma beat-
Zuma: (steps on Marshall's toe, hard)
Marshall: As I was saying Zuma beat me at soccer and I umm... Ugh... Ahh bummed into the... Goal post! That's right I bummed into the goal post ya
Ryder: Ohhh I'll get the first aid kit and patch up those marks
A few minutes later Ryder left and looked for the first aid kit
Marshall: Ouch! My paw, my spotty paw you stepped on my poor spotty paw
Zuma: Ya, ya why did you say I liked Skye
Marshall: I meant Chase
Chase: (From a distance) (blush) W-W-WHAT!?!?
Skye: (From an even farther distance) WHAT!?!?
Zuma: whatever I've got to tell Princess that you meant Chase liked Skye not me!
Just then Chase ran in
Chase: No then she'll tell Skye I like her
Marshall: Why would she do that
Zuma: ya we'd tell her to keep it a secret
Chase: Come on guys girls never keep secrets from each other
Marshall: Ya huh?
Chase: you know girl power blah, blah, blah sister forever
Zuma: Well I've still got to go and talk to Princess let her know it was all a misunderstanding
Chase: No! (Knocks him to the ground)
Zuma: What are you doing dude!?!?
Ryder: Got the first aid (sees them fighting) ... Kit?