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Great catch, Mr. Porter!

Let me try! Woof!

Claw!

Yeah!

(Splatting)

Whoops.

Thanks anyway, Rocky.

But, I'd rather eat my pizza than wear it.

(Laughing)

Then we'd better bake it first, Rubble.

Here, Mr. Porter. Thanks, PAW Patrol.

With your help, I'm on my way to making the world's

biggest pizza.

Then we need to make a lot more dough.

Ooh, I better find some more tomato sauce.

Skye, can I have some more flour?

Comin' right up. Ruff!

Wings!

Ooh, ah, ah, achoo!

(Laughing)

Oops. Sorry.

I know how to fix that.

On three, everyone. One, two--

(Sneezing)

(Laughing)

Farmer Yumi, do you want me to give the plants a drink now?

Not so much a drink, Marshall.

I want you to give them something to eat.

Huh? Plants eat?

They sure do. Plants need nutrition,

and that's why we feed them fertilizer.

So, I brought some Zippy Grow.

Zippy Grow is very powerful stuff.

See?

Amazing!

Sweet!

Told ya.

Now Marshall, could you please give the whole garden

a good soaking with the Zippy Grow?

Can I put it in the tank? YUMI: Sure.

But remember, only one drop.

(Mooing, gasping)

Oh, I know, Bettina. You want your breakfast.

I'll be right back.

Hey, if a little Zippy Grow makes the plants grow a little,

wouldn't a lot of Zippy Grow make them grow a lot?

Probably, but Farmer Yumi said just use one drop.

Huh--

(Zippy Grow pouring)

That should do it.

(Gasping)

Hey, what happened to the water?

(Screaming)

Whoa!

Whoa!

(Mooing)

Here we go, Bettina. Yummy--

Hey!

Look out!

Alex, I said one drop!

Sorry, Farmer Yumi!

Uh-oh!

(Screaming)

Time to call the PAW Patrol.

(Cell ringing)

Hi, Farmer Yumi. How's the garden growing?

Way too much! Look!

(Mooing)

Whoa!

Whoa, those are some huge veggies.

Yeah, and I'm in a huge jam! I'm trapped in here!

Hurry, Ryder!

RYDER: Don't worry, Farmer Yumi.

No veggie's too big; no pup is too small.

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout!

PAW PATROL: Ryder needs us!

(Screaming)

Whoa!

(Howling and barking)

Whoa!

RUBBLE: Slow down! CHASE: Stop!

I can't!

(Crashing)

Nice hat, Marshall, but you're supposed to eat your

Brussels sprouts, not wear them.

(Laughing)

PAW Patrol, ready for action, Ryder, sir!

Thanks for hustling, pups. Farmer Yumi has big problems.

Uh-oh!

Her garden is growing giant veggies.

That's for sure.

Her rutabagas are ruta-big-as.

(Laughing)

So, for this rescue I'll need Rubble.

I'll need your crane to lift the squash off the corn crib.

Rubble on the double.

And, it will come in handy getting Bettina down.

Wow, double Rubble on the double.

Marshall, I'll also need your ladder to help Farmer Yumi

out of the crib once Rubble moves the squash.

I'm fired up!

All right, PAW Patrol is on a roll!

(Howling and barking)

(Barking)

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Ruff!

(Tires screeching)

(Sirens wailing)

(Mooing)

Oh, Ryder, thanks for hurrying over.

Now, please, hurry more!

Quick, Rubble, grab the squash with your crane!

You got it, Ryder.

(Barking)

Crane!

Whoa! This is super heavy.

Good work, Rubble.

Okay, Marshall, ladder time!

You got it!

(Barking)

Ladder!

Ladder, up!

Here I come!

Oh, that was close.

I was almost squashed by my squash!

(Laughing)

(Mooing)

Looks like we still have a cow to rescue.

Rubble, grab that broccoli so Bettina can slide down.

On it, Ryder!

Here comes Rubble with the claw on the double.

(Mooing)

Is Bettina okay?

She looks kind of woozy.

One way to find out. Who wants corn?

Yep, she'll be fine.

What's that?

Uh, oh! Run!

Look out!

Whoa!

(Mooing)

Whoa!

Those tomatoes are heading downtown!

Come on, pups.

(Sirens wailing)

(Sniffing)

(Sirens wailing)

What?!

Uh, oh! We gotta hurry.

Look, we can divert the tomatoes with those logs.

On it!

You did it, Rubble!

We're not finished yet.

Those tomatoes are still rolling.

(Sirens blaring)

(Bleating)

Giant tomatoes? Huh, now I've seen everything.

Uh, oh!

Those tomatoes are going everywhere!

They'll be easier to corral if they're moving in one direction.

Rocky, Zuma, it's time for a tomato round up.

Sure, Ryder. We can do it.

Don't worry, you'll "ketchup."

Get it? Tomatoes? Catch up?

Yeah. We're on our way.

Okay, pups, corral these veggies and get them headed into town.

Let's get rollin'. Yee haw!

Gotta move out this herd.

Or is it move out this salad?

(Laughing) Yippee, yi, yay!

But Ryder, how are we going to get them to stop rolling?

That's part two of my plan.

Tomatoes are round and rolly,

but not when you turn them into sauce.

Huh?

Chase, we'll need your net to strain these tomatoes into

tomato sauce.

Meet us at Mr. Porter's cafe.

You got it, Ryder, sir.

Zuma, Rubble, Marshall,

keep the tomatoes rolling towards Mr. Porter's.

Rocky, I'm gonna need your forklift.

Let's go.

Okay, Chase, you're on!

(Barking) Net!

Perfect!

Okay, Rocky, use your forklift to put the big vat

behind the net.

I'll make a ramp to get the tomatoes up into it.

You got it, Ryder.

There. That oughta do it.

Tumbling tomatoes! Here they come!

(Splatting)

(Cheering)

We did it! Great job, pups!

(Cheering)

Oh, thank you, Ryder.

You saved the day again in two ways.

Two ways?

Of course!

You stopped the rampaging tomatoes and--

Mmm!

Add a little basil and oregano and you made the perfect

pizza sauce.

Whenever there's a problem, just yelp for help.

Hey! Rocky!

Mmm, yum!

And Marshall, I've got one more job for you and your cannon.

Okay, but after chasing those tomatoes,

I'm feeling a little strained.

Get it? Tomatoes?

Strained?

(Laughing)

Oh, yeah, this is going to be

a record breaking pizza for sure, Mr. P.

I couldn't have done it without Farmer Yumi's wonderful

giant veggies.

(Chuckling) My pleasure.

And the PAW Patrol.

Just a smidge more sauce, Marshall.

Coming up, Mr. Porter!

(Barking) Sauce!

You're all such good pups.

(Slurping)

And that's such good sauce. Yum!

(Laughing)

(Owl hooting)

SKYE: It's so cool!

Let me see! Let me see!

Huh?

All I see is a big white thing with little dents in it.

Oh, that's the moon! Cool!

My turn!

Skye, look!

Look over there!

Whoa, what's that?

Maybe it's a comet.

No, it's too fast.

Maybe it's a satellite.

Or it's-- Whoa!

Ooh, a bunch of shooting stars.

I see it!

It's a spaceship!

Maybe it's our old space alien pal.

Hey there, space friend!

(Howling)

Um-- (Laughing)

I don't think they can see you, Marshall.

Hey, something fell out of the spaceship.

It fell somewhere near the beach!

Come on, let's go look for it.

Actually, Marshall,

in space, things are a lot farther away than they look.

(Sighing)

(Howling and barking)

It's gotta be here somewhere.

Maybe it's under there.

Ow!

(Crab chattering)

Sorry, Mr. Crab.

Marshall, it's getting really late.

We need to get back to the Lookout.

Look, there it is!

(Squeaking)

It's alive!

I think it's a toy.

Aww, it's so cute.

RYDER: Marshall, Skye, where are you?

It's bedtime.

SKYE: Sorry, Ryder. On our way.

MARSHALL: Uh-huh. We're comin'.

Uh, maybe I should take it with me.

You know, for safe keeping. Right, little buddy?

(Laughing)

(Yawning)

So, you like your new beach chair, Mr. Squeak and Beam?

(Squeaking)

That means, "Sure do. Thanks, Marshall."

(Laughing)

Fine day for fishing with friends on the Flounder,

eh, Ryder?

Ryder, check out this cool snuggle buddy.

(Squeaking)

Marshall and I saw it fall from a spaceship last night.

Fascinating!

I saw something similar in my book on space stuff.

It remarkably resembles a relic from the Rombazoid Galaxy.

I just call it Mr. Squeak and Beam.

I bet whoever lost it really misses it.

But, how can we get it back to its owner

when space is so far, far, far away?

I'll start by putting my Pup Pad in super long distance mode.

(Crying, babbling)

Actually, I speak a sprinkling of Space Speech.

The little fella's forlorn because he dropped

his favourite toy.

(Whimpering)

(Speaking in Space Speech)

His mom just said she'll make a few more orbits

around Earth to look for it,

but then they'll have to head for home.

(Speaking in Space Speech, gasping)

Four hundred thousand light-years away.

That's a long trip.

How will our space friend get to sleep without his toy?

We gotta get Mr. Squeak and Beam back to him.

I'll tell them we have it.

(Clearing throat)

Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep!

Uh-oh.

They're too far away to get our message.

Don't worry. We'll reach them.

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

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout!

PAW PATROL: Ryder needs us!

Whoa!

Almost there, Mr. Squeak and Beam!

Sorry, Mr. Squeak and Beam.

Gravity takes some getting used to.

(Laughing)

PAW Patrol, ready for action, Ryder, sir.

Pups, we've gotta tell the space aliens that we have

their lost toy, but we can't make radio contact with them.

Hey, that alien looks a lot like Farmer Al.

Um, it is me, Rubble.

(Laughing)

Farmer Al, is it okay if we make a humungous picture

in your pasture, one that's big enough to be seen from space?

We need to let the space alien know I found his toy.

Sure.

I'd love to be part of an intergalactic toy rescue.

Gosh, if we're gonna use a whole pasture for a drawing,

we're going to need a lot of crayons.

No crayons needed.

Zuma, we'll need you and your hovercraft to make

a big picture in the field by flattening the grass.

Up close, it doesn't look like much,

but from space, the picture is crystal clear.

Let's drive in.

Skye, you'll hover over the field and guide Zuma

as he makes his super big art project.

(Barking) Let's take to the sky.

But, how will I give the toy back?

Once the aliens see our big picture, you'll set the toy

in the middle of it so they can come and get it.

I'm fired up.

And so is Mr. Squeak and Beam.

All right, PAW Patrol is on a roll!

(Howling and barking)

Woo, yeah!

Wee!

Yeah!

(Laughing)

(Tires screeching)

(Sirens wailing)

Right this way, space cadet pups!

Make the picture right here, Zuma.

I'm on it. On the grass, that is.

SKYE: Okay, Zuma, keep curving around.

A little to the left.

Looking good. Perfect.

Now, add the eyeballs.

Three eyeballs coming up.

SKYE: Good, that's one.

Two... three... four?

(Bleating)

Scram, little lamb! Please!

(Bleating) SKYE: Great!

Okay, Zuma, just add the antennae and then it's perfect.

No sign of 'em so far.

Hurry Zuma, we gotta finish before the aliens

give up looking and go home.

One slightly bent antenna, done!

Great job, Zuma!

And just in time!

The space aliens are flying by again.

Okay, Marshall, put the toy in the middle of the giant picture!

(Barking)

(Speaking Space Speech)

Looks like the aliens see our picture.

Our plan is working! Marshall!

Leave the toy and come back here!

I'm gonna miss you too, Mr. Squeak and Beam.

RYDER: Marshall, come on!

Uh-oh!

Uh, help?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, no, we gotta get Marshall out of that bubble

before the aliens take him back to their planet!

Robo-Dog, bring the Air Patroller to Farmer Al's

as fast as you can.

(Barking)

Chase, hurry to Farmer Al's. We need your safety net.

Chase is on the case.

Skye, I need you to fly up to the Air Patroller

and get your Supersonic Wings.

I'm on it.

(Barking) Wings!

Wow! Nice, Skye.

Now get into your flight suit and pop that bubble.

Whoa!

Don't worry, Mr. Squeak and Beam.

It'll be okay.

I'm here. What's up?

Marshall is.

(Gulping nervously)

I'll catch him.

Get ready, Marshall.

MARSHALL: Whoa!

(Popping)

Whoa!

(Gasping, squeaking)

Hang on, Marshall!

To what?!

Oh!

He's over there! No, over there!

Wait, over there!

I've got him! I've got him!

(Barking) Net!

Oof!

Phew! (Sighing)

Way to go! You did it!

Great catch, Chase. Whoo-hoo!

Marshall, that was awesome!

Great job!

I know it was hard to give up the toy, Marshall,

but I'm sure you made a little space alien really happy.

(Speaking Space Speech)

Oh!

(Phone ringing)

RYDER: Cap'n Turbot, can you translate

the alien's message?

I'm pretty sure "Beep, beep!"

means thank you.

(Howling)

That means you're welcome!

(Laughing)

Whenever you have a problem,

just "Beep, beep, beep" for help!