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♪ PAW patrol, PAW patrol ♪

♪ We'll be there on the double ♪

♪ Whenever there's a problem ♪

♪ 'Round Adventure Bay ♪

♪ Ryder and his team of pups ♪

♪ Will come and save the day ♪

♪ Marshall, Rubble, Chase ♪

♪ Rocky, Zuma, Skye ♪

♪ Yeah, they're on the way ♪

♪ PAW patrol, PAW patrol ♪

♪ Whenever you're in trouble ♪

♪ PAW patrol, PAW patrol ♪

♪ We'll be there on the double ♪

♪ No job is too big, No pup is too small ♪

♪ PAW Patrol, We're on a roll! ♪

♪ So here we go PAW patrol ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh ♪

♪ PAW patrol ♪

♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ PAW patrol ♪

(Barking)

RYDER: Ready?

Ready. Go!

(All barking)

Yay!

(Laughing)

Whoa. Nice move, Chase.

Yeah. Awesome shortcut, dude.

Thanks.

(All barking)

Mr. Porter, wait until you taste the delicious carrots I grew.

Strange.

A row of carrots is missing.

(Both gasping)

Your carrots are growing backwards.

Gotcha.

Aah!

(Grunting)

Aah!

(Both gasping)

(Chomping)

Just what I thought. Bunnies.

(Both gasping)

(Beeper sounding)

Hi, Farmer Yumi. What's up?

Bunnies. Tonnes of them.

Eating all my carrots.

Can you and the PAW Patrol help out, Ryder?

Don't worry, Farmer Yumi.

No job is too big, no pup is too small.

No bunny will get past us.

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.

ALL: Ryder needs us.

(Sneezing)

I'm good.

(All barking and giggling)

PUP: Yeah!

Wait for me!

(Grunting)

(Laughing)

Well, at least it's not covering my eyes.

(All laughing)

(Elevator dinging)

Ready for action, Ryder, sir.

Great fast response, pups.

(Beeping)

Farmer Yumi grew a huge crop of carrots this year.

Aww. Cute bunny.

RYDER: Cute, but hungry.

Those bunnies have been eating up Farmer Yumi's carrots.

We need to get them someplace they'll be safe,

where they won't eat Farmer Yumi's crops.

They'll be safe here at the Lookout.

Sorry, Skye,

but if there are too many bunnies for Yumi's farm,

there are way too many bunnies for here.

What can we do with them?

We'll move them to a big field in the hills

that they'll love.

But first we'll have to catch them.

(Beeping)

Rubble, I need you and your shovel

to dig a trench around the carrot patch

and find the bunnies' tunnels.

Rubble on the double.

(Beeping)

Chase, I'll need your megaphone and herding skills

to move the bunnies.

And we may need your net to catch some of them.

Chase is on the case.

All right!

PAW Patrol is on a roll.

(All barking)

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Whee!

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Barking)

♪

(Tires screeching)

(Grunting)

At least we saved some carrots before the rabbits ate them all.

(Chomping) Mr. Porter!

Hi, Farmer Yumi. Hi, Mr. Porter.

Hi, Ryder. Thanks for coming.

That's a lot of holes.

Those bunnies work fast.

Rubble, dig a trench around the field

so we can see how many tunnels and bunnies there are.

I'm on it.

(Barking)

Shovel.

I'll go round up the bunnies.

But Ryder, where will we put them all

once Chase rounds them up?

RYDER: Hmm.

I've got it.

Rocky, can you get some kennel cages

and put the old pup beds in them?

Sure. Don't lose it, reuse it.

Great. Skye, can you fly them here?

Yeah. I'll be there in two shakes of a bunny's tail.

Thanks, pups. Ryder out.

(Howling)

Huh?

(Chomping)

I got something!

Make that two somethings.

Huh?

(Barking)

I got you! I got you! Huh? I got you!

Wait. Huh? Where did you go?

Hey! Hey!

(Barking)

Chase, see if you can herd them into Bettina's pen.

You got it, Ryder.

(Barking)

You can't outrun Chase.

(Panting)

But you can outspin me.

Aah! Ooh!

Over here, Skye.

The bunnies won't be able to resist these carrots.

(Rubble laughing)

Two more coming your way, Chase.

Megaphone.

(Barking)

Attention all bunnies.

We brought cages with nice, soft beds

to take you to your new home.

And inside each cage are yummy, crunchy treats.

(Chomping)

It's working.

Aw. They're so adorable.

Are you comfy, cuties?

(All laughing)

This pup's got to fly!

ALL: Goodbye! Goodbye, bunnies!

See you. See you soon!

For something so cute,

they sure do cause a lot of trouble.

(Horn honking)

(Whistling)

I can't wait to make a nice, fresh salad

with Farmer Yumi's... bunnies?!

Oh!

Naughty bunnies. Don't do that.

Bunnies! Oh!

Did we get them all?

(Cow lowing)

Sounds like Bettina's in trouble.

Hurry.

(Gasping) (Mooing)

(Chomping)

(All laughing)

What a scaredy cow.

Don't worry, little bunny.

I've got you.

(Beeper sounding)

Hi, Mr. Porter.

Ryder, now I've got a bunny problem.

They're everywhere.

Would you mind coming soon? Or now?

We're on our way.

PORTER: Oh, no you don't.

Ah! Oh!

Huh?

Where did he go?

(Chomping)

Ha!

Naughty bunnies. You don't belong there.

(Chomping)

You can stay in there with your-- Huh?

Now where did they go?

Let me help, Mr. Porter.

(Barking)

One scoopful of bunny.

(Laughing)

Good idea, Rubble.

Don't worry. We've got the perfect spot for you two.

What?

More bunnies? Huh?

Oh! Too many bunnies to scoop.

I know.

Mr. Porter, may I have some of your delicious carrot cake?

Coming right up.

Huh?

Thanks. Come and get it.

Chase, we need your net.

Net. Ruff!

(Barking)

Good work, Chase.

You got them. Oh, yeah.

Right there.

Whenever there's trouble, just yelp for help.

Let's get these bunnies someplace

where they won't bother you and we won't bother them.

Bye-bye, bunnies. I'll miss you.

And you. And you. And you.

And you too.

I think they're going to be pretty happy out here.

(Laughing)

Who's tickling me?

Well, hello, little stowaway.

(Laughing and barking)

Mmm. Farmer Yumi's carrots are good.

No wonder there are so many rabbits at her farm.

She followed me home, Ryder.

May I keep her, please?

(Chomping)

I guess we can handle one bunny.

Yay! Ryder, you're the best.

Well, you've all been very good pups.

Yeah! Ruff! Yeah!

(Barking)

(Laughing)

Huh?

Okay.

Where'd they all come from?

Who knows? But they sure are fun.

(Laughing)

(All laughing)

Nice bubble updo, Rubble.

You mean nice bubble pup-do.

(All laughing)

Okay, Rubble, time to get you out

and styled for the Pup-tacular.

I can't believe I'm competing in a puppy show.

If we win Best Styled Pup, we get a trophy.

And a bone.

Bone! Yum.

Hey, dude, Ryder's ready for you and Marshall at the Lookout.

Huh? To do the safety check

on your trucks.

(Gasping)

The safety inspections. I forgot.

Oh, me too.

I feel like such a bubblehead.

(Callie meowing)

Whoa!

Come on, Rubble. We have to make sure

our trucks are in tip-top shape.

Let's go.

(Barking)

Uh, sorry, Katie.

I can't help you with the Pup-tacular show.

It's okay. Making sure your trucks are safe

is more important.

I'm sure some other pup will help me out.

I'll do it! I'll do it!

(Both barking and laughing)

Flip you for it.

Just kidding.

Go for it, Zuma.

Whoa!

(Water splashing) Oh, Callie.

(Groaning)

Everything looks good on the underside of my vehicle, pups.

RUBBLE: Mine too.

I'm finished topping up the radiator.

(Phone ringing)

(Phone beeping) Hello. Ryder here.

Hello, Ryder?

Mayor Goodway. What's up?

Funny you should ask.

Chickaletta and I were picnicking on the beach

when she dropped her favourite rubber ducky into the bay.

So we rode out to get it.

Aww. Did she get it back?

No, and Chickaletta is quite upset.

And hard as I row,

the silly tide keeps taking us the wrong way.

Of course, dropping the oars overboard didn't help.

The tide is taking you out to sea?

Mayor, that's an emergency.

I know. Ryder, help!

Don't worry, Mayor. No job is too big,

no pup is too small.

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.

Sorry, Katie, but I got to go.

I know. You can't compete in the Pup-tacular show.

But my fur's never been softer, if that makes a difference.

(Laughing) (Sighing)

Maybe I should just wait for the Cat-tacular.

(Purring)

(All barking and laughing)

Marshall, your water cannon.

I don't want to get wet!

Don't worry. It won't spray unless I bark like this.

(Barking)

Oops. Yipes!

Aah!

Sorry, Zuma.

That's the second bath I've had today.

(Barking)

Ugh, someone smells like a wet dog.

(All laughing)

(Elevator dinging)

Ready for action, Ryder sir.

Pups, the tide is pulling

Mayor Goodway and Chickaletta's rowboat out to sea.

We need to get them back to land

and find Chickaletta's rubber ducky.

Aww. Poor little chicken.

(Sniffling)

Who doesn't love the rubber ducky?

Zuma, I need you and your buoy and rope

to tow them back to the beach.

Let's dive in.

Skye, I need you

to use your goggles to be our eyes in the sky.

Look for the mayor,

and Chickaletta's favourite rubber ducky too.

Let's take to the sky.

Looks like it's going to be a pretty wet rescue.

Can't stand getting wet.

ALL: We know.

All right!

PAW Patrol is on a roll.

(All barking)

Whoo! Yeah!

Yay!

Yeah! Yeah!

(Laughing and barking)

Yes!

(Barking)

♪

(Barking)

♪

Life jacket, deploy.

(Lenses whirring)

Ryder, I see the mayor.

The tide is dragging her boat out to sea.

RYDER: Thanks, Skye.

We're on our way.

Let's finish checking our trucks, Rubble.

Rubble on the double.

What do you want to do, Chase?

I don't know.

Hi, Rocky. Hi, Chase.

Is Zuma there?

Not right now. Ryder needed him for a rescue.

Oh. Doesn't sound like Zuma

can be a part of the Pup-tacular either.

Do either of you want to be in a pup show with me?

Not me. A show means washing, and washing means water,

and water's not my thing.

Don't worry, Katie. I'll do it.

Chase is on the case.

Thanks, Chase. Come on over.

On my way.

Come on, Rocky.

I promise you won't get wet.

Okay. But remember,

not a drop.

(Both laughing)

That's them.

MAYOR GOODWAY: Over here!

Over here!

We're coming, Mayor.

Stay calm.

I'm calm! I'm calm!

Look, Chickaletta. It's Ryder.

(Clucking)

The PAW Patrol has saved the--

(Gasping)

No!

Chickaletta!

Chickaletta, hold on.

(Beeping)

Ryder, I spotted the rubber ducky.

(Quacking)

Tell Chickaletta I'm flying it to her.

I'll tell her as soon as I get her out of the water.

Chickaletta! Where are you?

Oh, Ryder, you must save my precious purse chicken.

(Chickaletta clucking)

There she is.

Hang on, Chickaletta. I got her.

Buoy.

(Barking)

(Gasping)

I've got you, Chickaletta.

Hurry!

(Clucking)

Whoo! Yeah!

Oh, Chickaletta!

You're soaked, and it's all my fault.

Okay, let's tow this boat home.

Buoy.

(Barking)

MAYOR GOODWAY: Oh, my poor little chicken

is shivering.

Call the police, pup. Block traffic.

We must get her home and dry.

This is an emergency!

(Clucking)

CHASE: Oh, yeah. That's the spot.

Oh, that's the spot too.

(Sighing)

(Collar beeping)

RYDER: Chase, we need you and your police truck.

Oh, no. Not again.

Chickaletta fell in the water.

I need you to block traffic so we can get her home and dry

as fast as possible.

This is an emergency!

Chase is on the case, sir.

Sorry, Katie, but...

I know. Duty calls.

Oh, well. There goes the Pup-tacular contest.

You're not going?

I can't go to the Pup-tacular show without a pup.

(Sighing)

Okay, I'll do it.

You will? Really?

Oh, Rocky, you're the best pup ever.

(Whimpering)

Hey, this bath isn't so bad after all.

(Laughing)

That's because you're not wet yet, Rocky.

Oh. Right.

Isn't there a way to give me a dry wet bath?

You don't have to do this, Rocky.

It's okay, Katie.

I'll take the plunge.

Green means go!

Ew. This water's all wet.

(Both laughing)

Okay, here goes.

(Police siren blaring)

MAYOR GOODWAY: Quick! To city hall!

We'll wrap her up in her favourite

organic cotton blankie.

(Laughing)

(Dryer blowing, sighing)

Ah, yes.

KATIE: Rocky, it's so you.

What do you call this?

A faux-hawk.

Not bad.

And, for the finishing touch.

Rocky likey.

(Laughing)

(Gasping)

We have to catch the train

or we'll be late for the Pup-tacular!

Safety check's complete.

Come on. It's time for the Pup-tacular.

Yay!

(Both barking)

The Pup-tacular mixed breed award is on next.

ANNOUNCER: The winner for Best Styled Mixed Breed:

Katie and Rocky.

(All cheering)

CHASE: Yeah, Rocky! SKYE: All right!

(Pups howling)

Pups, you have a lot to be proud of.

Rescuing the mayor and Chickaletta,

and helping Katie.

You're all winners.

(All barking and laughing)

(Laughing)

(Barking) Huh?

(Laughing)

I got it, I got it!

Hey, pups. Look at me.

I'm Pup-tacu--

Ooh!

Pup-tacular.

Rocky-style.

(All laughing)