? 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
(Grunting)
There.
(Barking)
The Adventure Bay Road Race is going to be so much fun.
And it's a great way to test your PAW Patrol driving skills.
(Barking)
We can't start
until I get all my cones set up. I need more cones.
(Panting)
(Barking)
I'm first.
Just barely.
It doesn't matter who wins.
The race is for fun.
Ryder's right. Race you back to get more?
Oh, you're on.
(Barking)
(Laughing)
Almost ready for my airborne view.
Oh my, Ryder, aren't you coming?
I'll watch the finish line, Mayor.
Don't worry. The balloon is safely tethered to the ground.
Oh, I'm not worried, as long
you tied the line extra, extra tight. Oh!
Oh!
We do have a great view of the course from up here, don't we,
Chickaletta?
More cones!
I need more cones!
Marshall zooms to the front
and wins the race!
The crowd goes wild! Woo-hoo!
Sorry, dude. I'll be zooming past you.
My name is Zuma, after all.
Skye is
going to win.
She can just fly up and take a shortcut.
No, I can't.
I have to follow the course just like all you pups.
RYDER: PAW Patrol, to the Lookout!
Ryder needs us! Ryder needs us!
Come on!
(Barking)
Whoa!
I'm okay.
Wait for me!
Here I come!
Back up, pups.
(Grunting)
Whoa! Whoa!
I win.
(Laughing)
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(Elevator bell dinging)
Ready for action, Ryder, sir!
(Beeping)
I called you so we could review the race course.
The race starts at city hall.
It goes around Mr. Porter's restaurant,
up to Jake's Mountain, then past the Lookout, over the bridge
and across the finish line at city hall.
What a race!
(Cheering)
Good luck. And may the fastest pup win.
That's me.
No, I am. Yay! Woo-hoo!
I need more cones.
I'm going to win this race, fair and square.
Okay, PAW Patrol, you're on a roll.
(Barking)
? PAW Patrol
Whoa! Whoa!
(Barking)
? Marshall
(Barking)
? Go, go
? Go, go, go
? Rubble
(Barking)
? Go, go, go
? PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol
(Tires screeching)
(Sirens wailing)
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(Tires screeching)
(Clapping)
(Horn honking)
Attention, racers!
On your mark...
get set--
(Engines revving)
Wait! Wait for me!
Can I race too?
Sorry, Alex.
But your trike is no match for our super fast trucks.
Pups, don't forget this race is just for fun.
It doesn't matter if you win or lose.
Go for it, Alex.
Thanks, Ryder!
Okay, racers, on your mark, get set--
(Clucking)
Go!
(Tires screeching)
And the race is underway!
(Clapping)
(Chuckling)
And Zuma takes the lead!
Chase is on the case!
He's going to win this race!
(Horn honking)
Marshall's in it
to win it. Whoa!
Look out!
Whoa!
Eww.
Mmm, delicious.
Oh my, it's melon madness down there!
(Clucking)
Yes, Chickaletta, you can have a snack.
Ooh, watermelon break is over. The racers are back on course.
(Tires screeching)
Wow, it looks like Rubble's in the lead.
Here comes Rubble,
on the--
(Laughing)
Huh?
Whoa, sorry, dudes. These cones are totally in the way.
I'll move them so you can get through.
(Cheering)
Those are supposed to keep us from going down the hill.
Look out! Ah!
Ah!
Whoa! Awesome!
(Horn honking)
Sorry. I'm a little off course.
Wee!
Took a wrong turn, just passing through.
We're really moving!
This trail's a little bumpy!
Wow, too many trees!
The racers have hit
a mountain of trouble, folks:
Jake's Mountain.
(Clucking)
Now Zuma is in the lead.
(Tires screeching)
Go, pups, go!
(Tires screeching)
This race is a real claw-biter!
Marshall's in front as they race past the Lookout!
Bath time, Callie.
Callie!
Uh-oh. Whoa!
(Meowing)
Whoa!
(Tires screeching)
Whoa! Whoa!
(Tires screeching)
Back in front, yes!
Out of the way!
Huh?
Alex,
you're going the wrong way.
Wait. I'm going the wrong way.
Uh-oh. What happened?
(Tires screeching)
Looks like Marshall's back on track.
Megaphone!
Attention,
road hazard!
(Tires screeching)
Whoa! Whoa!
Wow,
look at all the bubbles. Bye.
Our racers are headed for the finish line. Oh my!
What an exciting race!
Ah, ah, ah!
Help!
Oh no!
(Beeping)
Skye,
the Mayor's balloon is loose! Hurry!
On my way!
Pups, meet us at the soccer field.
Ryder needs us! Ryder needs us!
(Barking)
Race you to the soccer field!
(Tires screeching)
Hey,
where'd everybody go? There's the finish line.
(Cheering)
All set.
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Hang on, Mayor!
This pup's got to fly!
Thanks, Skye.
Hi, Mayor Goodway.
Oh, Ryder, thank you.
Okay, pups,
we're coming in for a landing at the soccer field.
Grab a rope. And pull.
(Barking)
Please get us down safely!
Please, please, please!
Mayor Goodway,
we're safe on the ground.
Oh, right.
Chickaletta, we're safe!
(Snoring)
(Laughing)
Now, get back in the race, pups! It's not over yet!
You better hurry, pups. Alex is headed for the finish line.
(Gasping)
(Cheering)
(Horn honking)
(Gasping)
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Tight race!
(Camera shutter clicking)
Wow.
Who won?
I took a finish line photo. Look.
And the winner is Alex!
I did it!
I really won!
Way to go, Alex.
(Cheering)
Alex, you did it!
Great job!
Thanks, Grandpa.
Looks like
slow and steady won the race.
But you're all winners today.
What a bunch of good pups.
Way to go, guys!
(Insects chirping)
Foggy Bottom wins the cake contest.
Accepting for Foggy Bottom is me!
Mmm, mmm. Victory tastes good.
Careful, Mayor Humdinger.
Too much cake can give you a tummy ache.
Foggy Bottom won last year's
Tallest and Tastiest Cake Contest.
But this year will be different.
Yeah, Mr. Porter's going to win for Adventure Bay.
Right, Mr. Porter?
I'll do my best.
And no time to waste.
All the cakes have to be built, baked and brought here
by lunchtime today.
"Lunchtime"?
Oh no! That's too soon!
Rubble and Marshall, why don't you lend a paw?
Yeah, Mr. Porter always lets us lick the bowl when he's baking.
Yum. Yum.
Just make sure you don't get in the way.
We won't be in the way.
We'll just see if he needs any help.
Sorry, pups, no time to taste.
I have too many cakes in the oven right now.
What kind of cake is it going to be?
I was saving that for a surprise.
But it's a Lookout cake.
Cool! Cool!
(Barking)
I'll build it cake-brick-by-cake-brick.
Like these, Grandpa?
Yes.
How many do you need?
Oh, about 1,000.
How many have you made?
Three.
Oh, only three?
I kind of got distracted by my race cars.
(Sniffing)
Something's burning.
My cakes! Whoa!
(Barking)
Water cannon!
Water spray!
(Barking)
I'll have to start over again!
I need flour and sugar
and eggs. Hold these, please.
(Chuckling)
How will I finish my cake in time for the contest?
RUBBLE: I know how:
with some help from the PAW Patrol.
Yeah, that's a great idea.
Of course.
I'll call Ryder.
He'll save the day.
(Phone ringing)
Hi, Mr. Porter. What's up?
It's the cake! It's burned!
I have to start over. And I need help.
Don't worry, Mr. Porter. No cake is too big. No pup is too small.
(Beeping)
PAW Patrol, to the Lookout!
Ryder needs us! Ryder needs us!
(Barking)
What's with the eggs?
Uh-oh. Whoa.
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(Grunting)
Oops. Sorry, guys.
I eggs-identally tripped.
(Groaning)
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(Elevator bell dinging)
Ready for action, Ryder, sir!
(Beeping)
Thanks for hustling, pups.
We have to help Mr. Porter fix the Lookout cake
and get it to city hall before the contest starts.
(Beeping)
Marshall,
we need your water cannons to fill the cake pans with batter,
fast.
I'm fired up!
(Beeping)
Rubble,
we'll need your shovel to help lift cake pans
and bags of flour.
Rubble on the double!
(Beeping)
Rocky,
I need you and your tool arm to help cut the cake into bricks.
Green means go!
(Beeping)
And Chase,
I'll need you and your megaphone to keep things organized.
Chase is on the cake-- I mean, "Case".
(Laughing)
PAW Patrol is on a roll!
(Barking)
? PAW Patrol
Whoa! Whoa!
? Marshall
(Barking)
? Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
? Rubble
(Barking)
? Go, go
? PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol
(Tires screeching)
(Sirens wailing)
?
(Sirens wailing)
(Tires screeching)
Rubble on the double!
Time to use my--
(Barking)
Shovel.
Thanks, Rubble.
No problem.
The cake batter is all ready.
Okay, Marshall.
Batter up.
Oops.
Sorry, Mr. Porter.
(Sighing)
Not a problem.
Fill him up.
That's batter-- I mean "Better".
Cake pans coming through!
We'll have to hurry. We still need 997 cake bricks.
Yup.
(Laughing)
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Great job, everyone.
If nothing else goes wrong,
we might have just enough time to ice the cake
before the contest ends.
Icing coming through!
Whoa! Look out!
(Gasping)
Sorry, Mr. Porter.
I tripped over something.
My cars and track!
I should have cleaned them up.
It was an accident, Alex.
But now I have to make more icing.
We'll never finish the Lookout cake in time.
It'll get finished in time if we all pitch in.
(Cheering)
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Whoa! Wow!
Awesome!
It looks
fantastic!
Good enough to eat, but something's missing.
Hmm.
The slide, there's no slide!
We don't have time to make one.
We have to get the cake to city hall right now.
Rocky!
(Barking)
Let's get this cake loaded.
You got it.
(Howling)
Megaphone!
(Barking)
Okay, Rocky, take it slow.
(Laughing)
Aim for the base.
Slow, slow, you got it!
Yay!
(Barking)
Whoa, Rocky, it's tipping over!
It's going to fall!
We need something to keep it straight!
(Gasping)
Oops.
Hey, how about--
There's got to be something here we can use.
Ryder, Grandpa--
Just a minute, Alex, we're looking for something--
Something that can hold up the cake, like this: my racetrack!
We can curve it around the tower just like the slide.
Great idea, Alex!
Come on, everyone, let's build a slide!
(Cheering)
Good thing I left out my cars and track, huh, Grandpa?
Well, using the track to hold up the cake was a very good idea.
There.
The cake is straight again!
And now it has a slide.
I sure hope it's the tallest.
Let's get moving. Time's almost up.
(Siren wailing)
And the best thing about my
fantastic fish cake is that it's made of fish.
(Groaning)
(Meowing)
(Chuckling)
The icing is made from actual fish scales!
(Purring)
A-ha, Callie likes it.
(Groaning)
Oh, look,
the hot air balloon cake,
again.
Once a cake-contest-winner, always a cake-contest-winner.
Hmm.
(Static hissing)
In ten seconds,
there will be no more entries allowed in the cake contest.
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six--
Oh no!
Ah!
Three, two, one!
We made it!
(Buzzing)
You did it make it, just in time.
The Tallest and Tastiest Cake Contest is closed.
(Grumbling)
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Mmm.
(Chuckling)
Hmm.
Tallest--
(Gasping)
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Hmm.
(Gasping)
And tastiest!
What?
It's official!
The winner is Mr. Porter
and his Lookout tower cake.
Alex, we won!
Yeah!
Congratulations, Mr. Porter.
Thanks, Ryder.
I couldn't have done it
without you and the pups.
Our pleasure. If you ever need a paw, just yelp--
Or bake--
For help.
I guess there's only one thing left to do.
Let them eat cake!
Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
You heard him. Go get a piece. You're all good pups.
Guess you need to put just a little bit more hot air
in your balloon cake next year, Mayor Humdinger.
Ha! Next year, I'll have lots more hot air.
I'm sure that you will, Mayor.
(Grumbling)
? You're all good pups ?
? And we saved the day
? And now it's to play round Adventure Bay ?
(Laughing)
Marshall, you sure do take the cake.
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