¶ 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 ¶
¶ who-oh-oh ¶
Paw patrol ¶
¶ who-oh-oh-oh ¶
Not a goose.
(sighing)
Not a goose.
Any luck, marshall?
Nope, but I'm sure they'll be here soon.
The leaves from around the lookout
Make a comfy nest for tired geese.
They'll be hungry too.
This should fill their tummies.
(barking)
Bread. Perfect.
Marshall: Not a goose.
(barking)
Definitely not a goose.
(geese honking)
What about those?
Marshall: Yes! Geese!
(barking)
The geese are coming!
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
(warbling)
The geese are coming.
We heard.
(geese honking)
He likes your nest, rocky.
(chirping)
Where are you going, silly goose?
(whistling)
(all laughing)
(gulping)
(grunting)
(all laughing)
I got him.
Whoa!
(both grunting)
Are you okay, fuzzy little guy?
(warbling)
(chirping)
Hey, fuzzy's a great name for you.
Back to your family, fuzzy.
Nice work, marshall.
(honking)
(laughing)
Marshall, you have a new bgff.
A new what?
"best goose friend forever."
(laughing) (chirping)
Whoa!
(chirping)
(grunting)
(marshall laughing)
Ahh!
(chirping)
Oh, sorry, fuzzy.
(geese honking)
(chirping)
Mmm.
Okay, fuzzy, time to hit the hay.
Or nest.
(chirping)
I suppose I could sleep out here with you guys.
Okay, but just this once.
(both snoring)
(yawning)
(sighing)
Goodbye, geese.
Guess it's time to go.
We'll sure miss you around here.
Where's fuzzy?
(all honking)
Fuzzy? Where are you?
Fuzzy?
Where did he go?
Ryder?
Fuzzy is gone.
We have to find him before his flock leaves.
Fuzzy is missing?
No job is too big,
No pup is too small.
Paw patrol, to the lookout.
All: Ryder's calling.
(yawning)
Oof!
Morning, rubble.
Excuse me.
Can someone please turn on the lights?
Oh! Ha-ha!
(yawning)
(lips smacking)
(snoring)
Whoa!
(laughing)
(elevator dinging)
Ready for action, ryder, sir.
Pups, we have an emergency in our own backyard.
Our geese friends have to migrate
With the rest of their flock.
But they're missing one little goose.
Poor fuzzy. It's all my fault.
If we don't find him fast,
They'll have to leave him behind.
Chase, I need your megaphone
To try to call fuzzy.
Chase is on the case.
And marshall, fuzzy would follow you anywhere.
I need you to help look for him too.
I'm fired up.
All right! Paw patrol is on a roll.
(all barking and howling)
¶
(laughing)
Whoa!
(barking)
Whoa!
(barking)
¶
Chase, use your megaphone to make a goose call.
(sound effect of geese honking)
Fuzzy doesn't seem to be responding.
(sniffing)
This is fuzzy's.
(sniffing)
(sneezing)
I'm a little allergic to feathers.
(sniffing)
(sneezing)
He went this way.
¶
(tires screeching)
(sniffing)
(sneezing)
He went this way.
(seagulls squawking)
Hey, there, little goose.
Would you like this piece of bread?
(honking)
(squawking)
(sniffing)
(sneezing)
(sniffing and sneezing continuously)
Fuzzy--
(sneezing) --came by here.
(fuzzy honking)
Listen. That sounds like fuzzy.
(gasping): Look up there.
Marshall: Those gulls are stealing fuzzy's food.
Pick on someone your own size.
(squawking)
Fuzzy, fly down here.
He can't.
That plastic soda can ring is wrapped around his wing.
(squawking)
Marshall: He's going to fall!
Marshall, quick, use your ladder to get fuzzy down.
I'm fired up.
(squawking)
(barking)
Back away from the bread.
(fuzzy honking) (barking)
(honking)
I'm coming, fuzzy!
(screaming) no!
Use your helmet.
(grunting and tweeting)
Oh, yes! Sweet catch, marshall.
Now, let's get this off you.
(laughing)
Whoa!
I'm good.
Fuzzy, there goes your flock.
You need to catch up with them.
Don't worry, fuzzy.
When you fly back north, we'll see you again.
And when you migrate back south,
You'll see us again.
And then when you fly north...
Uh, marshall? Fuzzy needs to get going.
Go ahead. Just keep flapping and you'll catch up.
(breathing heavily)
Bye, fuzzy.
(chirping)
I don't think he wants to go.
If he doesn't leave now he'll never catch up.
A little gosling belongs with his family, marshall.
What can we do?
I know.
Promise not to take this thing too high.
Like, higher than my nose.
Marshall, you aren't afraid of heights.
You just climbed to the roof of the train station.
Okay.
I'll do it.
Let's take to the sky!
This isn't too high.
(honking)
Uh, okay, this is kind of high.
(tweeting)
Come on, fuzzy. Time to fly.
Flap, flap.
(fuzzy whistling)
That's it, fuzzy. You got it.
Remember, fuzzy.
Whenever you're in trouble, just honk for help.
(honking)
(all honking)
Marshall: Bye, fuzzy.
Have a safe flight!
(sniffling)
You silly goose.
You guys did an awesome job today.
What a bunch of good pups.
(laughing)
(barking)
I'm doing it.
(chicken clucking) huh?
Chickaletta?
(clucking) whoa!
Wow. Birds really do like you, marshall.
(both laughing)
Why did I ever agree to a balloon race?
Not too high! Not too fast!
(laughing)
You're still on the ground, mayor goodway.
Oh, yes.
Ha. Hmm.
I need to get over this fear of heights.
And anyway, I can always keep my eyes closed.
Don't forget, mayor goodway,
I'll be in the balloon to help you.
Oh, right. Thanks, ryder.
Okay. Ready to unroll, pups?
We're ready.
It sure is dusty.
Uh-oh, it's got a...
(sneezing)
It's got a rip. A bad rip.
This balloon won't hold air.
Oh, mayor humdinger from foggy bottom
Will win the annual mayor's balloon race again.
Don't worry.
We'll get this balloon ready in time for the race.
No job is too big, no pup is too small.
On your bark,
Get set...
(howling)
(all panting)
(laughing)
(all beeping)
Ryder: Paw patrol, to the lookout.
All: Ryder's calling.
Whoa!
New race to the lookout.
(all barking and howling)
(all grunting)
Pups, we've got a serious case of the wedgies.
(all laughing)
Wait for me.
Whoa, no. Ahh!
(laughing)
(elevator dinging)
Ready for action, ryder, sir.
Pups, we have a problem.
(beeping)
We need to fix the hot air balloon
For mayor goodway's big race.
The balloon has a big rip in it.
(gasping) whoa!
(beeping)
Rocky, you'll need to find something
We can reuse to patch it.
Green means go.
Ryder: The hot air that makes the balloon rise
Comes from a gas flame heater.
Marshall, I'll need you to make sure that the heater is safe.
I'm fired up.
All right! Paw patrol is on a roll!
(all barking)
¶
(laughing)
Whoa!
(barking)
¶
Whoa!
(barking)
¶
(tires screeching)
No time to lose, pups. The balloon race starts soon.
Hmm. We need a patch.
(gasping)
I've got the perfect thing in my truck.
Ryder: How does the gas tank look, marshall?
The big question is how they smell.
(sniffing)
I don't smell any gas leaks.
Ready to test the flame?
(barking)
Standing by.
Ryder: All systems go.
(barking)
Glue.
This piece of zuma's old surf kite
Will patch that hole up perfectly.
(barking)
Don't lose it, reuse it.
The patch is perfect, rocky.
(flame firing)
Oh! It's working!
I can't believe it works!
I-- oh, I mean, of course it works.
The paw patrol fixed it.
The other balloons are getting near farmer yumi's.
Once they get to the silo, the race starts.
We'd better hurry.
I'll grab our flying gear and we're off.
Time to get over my fear of heights once and for all.
(inhaling deeply)
I'm going to ride in this balloon
And win this race!
(flame firing)
Oh, dear.
Is the ground going down or am I going up?
The balloon!
Grab it.
(screaming) mayor goodway, come back!
(gasping)
(barking)
(panting)
Ahh!
Uh-oh. Whoa!
Marshall!
(sighing)
Thanks, ryder.
Great catch.
Ryder, pups!
Get me down!
The race has started!
I don't see our balloon.
Ryder: Skye, paw patrol emergency.
Mayor goodway took off without me.
I need you to fly me to the balloon in your copter.
Let's take to the sky!
(laughing and barking)
I can't look! I can't look!
But I must look.
(clucking)
Oh, no! I better go higher.
Whoa!
(peeping)
Hi, little chicken.
(laughing)
Well, aren't you a cutie.
Man: Look, mayor humdinger,
Mayor goodway's catching up.
Hmm. It looks like they got that dusty old bag of wind
Up in the air.
And the balloon is working too.
Full steam ahead!
(laughing)
Let's go.
This pup's got to fly.
(gasping): There's mayor goodway,
Headed toward seal island.
(exclaiming)
(peeping)
(helicopter beating overhead) what's that?
Ryder?!
Oh, yes!
Oh, no. I can't watch.
Ready, ryder?
I'll swing you over to the balloon.
(grunting)
Ryder: Got it.
Think you could give me a hand here, mayor goodway?
(gasping)
Great. Now pull me in a bit.
Oh!
(gasping)
Oh, I did it!
You did it. We did it.
Good work.
Now, let's see about this race.
Made it safe, skye.
See you at the finish line.
Roger that.
Go win that trophy!
Thank you, ryder.
I'm so glad everything's okay now.
Not exactly.
(flame roaring)
Both: Whoa!
Close one. All right, mayor,
Ready to win this race?
The race? I almost forgot.
Are you in? In it to win it!
(flame roaring)
Ha-ha! Easiest race yet.
Looks like another year on top for the town of foggy bottom.
(snickering)
What is it?
What?! How did you get there?
This race is on, mayor humdinger.
Don't worry. We'll wait for you...
At the finish line.
(goodway laughing)
Oh, I've never lost a race, and I'm not starting now!
After them!
(flame roaring)
There's jinx mountain.
The finish line is on the other side.
The winds are stronger up higher,
And we'd have a better chance of winning.
What do you say?
Up, up and away!
Whoo-hoo!
Humdinger: They're beating us.
Higher, higher!
There's the finish line.
Here they come!
Go, adventure bay!
Goodway: Hey, jake!
Jake: Yo, cool.
Oh, I have to prepare a victory speech.
I hope you get to use it.
(laughing) (gasping)
How did humdinger get ahead of us?
We're going to have to drop fast
To get to the finish line first.
Are you ready, mayor?
In it to win it!
Whoo-hoo!
(screaming)
(humdinger laughing)
Humdinger: Winning!
Goodway: Whoo-hoo! Humdinger: What?!
(all cheering and barking)
Ryder: Mayor goodway and adventure bay win.
Oh, we did it!
Ha, yes.
I believe this trophy belongs to you this year,
Mayor goodway.
(grumbling)
No. It belongs to ryder and his loyal paw patrol.
This calls for a celebration.
(crowd cheering)
¶
(grumbling)
Thanks, ryder.
You and the pups really saved the day.
Whenever you need a hand, just yelp for help.
Ryder, I've entered adventure bay
Into the mayor's submarine race.
You can be my captain.
Ha! Why bother?
Foggy bottom's sub is sure to win the mayor's race.
Just like last year.
I don't think so.
Today is a new day, humdinger.
Humdinger: Well, today is the only day
You'll beat foggy bottom at anything.
Oh, you think so? I know so.
We'll see about that. Yes, we will.
Oh, no. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.