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CHASE: "Pups save the Gliding Turbots."

(Grunting) Cousin, couldn't you give me

just a teensy bit of the elbow room? Hmm?

Suffering seahorses, Francois,

we're already seriously snug.

Now, see if you can spot that rare albino monkey.

We need a picture of that pure white primate.

(Straining)

Cousin, please stop turning to the left

when I am turning to the right.

It's more likely to be to the left.

But we should turn right because, well--

because I am right.

Francois, careful or we'll flip it up--

BOTH: Whoa!

Are are upside-down!

(Both screaming)

(Whimpering)

Pull up, pull up, pull up!

FRANCOIS: Whoa!

CAP'N TURBOT: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(Yelping)

Hit the brakes!

Pull the break handles!

CAP'N TURBOT: Whoa!

(Grunting)

Phew. Funky fall, but we're fine.

I cannot say the same for the hang glider.

Oh, this is bad.

It won't be able to fly!

I'd better call the PAW Patrol.

No, no. Wait, Cousin.

I can fix this before they can get here.

I'm not sure that you can rightly remedy this rigmarole.

But of course I can with the tool of the many purposes.

A-ha! I meant to do that.

(Grumbling)

We rule at catching, but our throwing could use some work.

Why do you say that, Zuma?

Oh, no reason. (Chuckling)

This might help.

(Barking) Claw!

Ooh! Ooh!

Nice one, dude.

(Yawning)

(Cawing)

Huh? Hey! Give that back!

Got it! Nope.

(Chuckling)

(Cawing)

(Thunder rumbling)

Oh, seems like a serious storm simmering to the south.

Don't worry. I simply need to tighten this last screw.

(Wind gusting)

Whoa!

Ooh-lala. Ze whoops.

Okay, now worry.

(Cheering and whooping)

(Howling and barking)

Wait. I got this one.

(Phone ringing)

Ryder. RYDER: Hey, Cap'n Turbot.

Francois and I are stuck on Volcano Island

with a broken hang glider and a hurricane's headed this way!

It'll be okay, Cap'n Turbot. PAW Patrol is on it.

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

(Beeping)

Robo-Dog, bring me Air Patroller to the beach.

(Barking) (Beeping)

PAW Patrol to the Air Patroller.

ALL: Ryder needs us!

(Cawing)

Marshal! Marshal!

Whoa!

I'm good.

(Laughing)

(Barking)

(Barking and cheering)

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder sir.

Robo-Dog, let's jet.

(Barking)

Thanks for coming so quickly, pups.

Cap'n Turbot and Francois are lost on Volcano Island

and a hurricane is heading straight for them.

Help! Help!

We have to find them and get them to safety.

So, for this mission, I'll need...

Skye, I need your Supersonic Wings and Goggle Vision

to search for the Turbots in the thick jungle.

This puppy's gotta fly!

Rocky, I need you to repair the hang glider.

(Barking) Green means go!

All right! PAW Patrol is on a roll!

I thought I could fix it.

Just like Grandpapa,

he could fix anything.

Actually, he broke everything.

It was Grandmamma who fixed things.

(Sighing) Oh, oui. And she made the best peanut butter cookies.

Cousin, is it my imagination or is this rock walking?

Francois!

That rock's a croc!

(Roaring)

(Screaming)

Crocodile! (Screaming)

(Panting) Whoa!

I can climb out of here.

(Straining, yelping)

Crumbling crapes! I am trapped in this muddy, swampy hole!

Help!

(Roaring)

(Screaming)

Phew! That was a close call. Now I need to find Francois.

(Roaring) Ah!

Well, isn't this a perfectly preposterous

pickle of a prickly predicament.

Hmm... I can see the hang glider,

but no sign of the Turbots.

I'll try and call Cap'n Turbot.

(Beeping)

(Buzzing and ringing)

He isn't answering.

Skye, fly down and see if you can find them.

Will do, Ryder. (Barking)

(Barking)

Yippee!

Rocky, go fix that hang glider.

I'm on it, Ryder. (Barking)

Woo-hoo! Yeah!

(Barking) Goggle Vision!

No sign of them yet, Ryder.

Wait! I see Francois' beret!

Hmm, there's his hat, but where's Francois?

(Echoing:) Francois is here!

Down here! But it's too slippery for me to climb out.

You pups will need to pull him out.

Hmm... Hmm...

I bet those vines'll do the trick.

Okay, on three.

One, two, pull!

(Straining)

I am saved!

You pups are the best of the best!

Thanks, but we're not finished yet.

We need to fix the hang glider before that storm gets here.

(Thunder rumbling)

RYDER: Great work, Rocky and Skye.

Now to find Cap'n Turbot.

According to his GPS, he's crawling through a swamp?

That can't be right.

Chase, let's investigate.

(Barking) Chase is on the case!

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Cheering)

Hit it! (Barking)

Jets!

Visor activate.

Looks like we're getting close to the signal.

Let me zoom in.

Hmm... Cap'n Turbot's GPS says he's just behind that boulder.

(Barking) Hey, Captain, are you there?

(Roaring)

My, Cap'n Turbot,

what sharp teeth you have.

We gotta move, Chase. Jets!

(Sighing) Certainly soothing

to be in a safe spot.

Though a little lonely.

Yikes! Whoa!

(Chattering)

Ah! The albino monkey! What luck!

I need a picture.

Oh, but my camera's on my phone

and my phone's in the crocodile!

What lousy luck!

(Chattering)

(Chattering)

(Blowing raspberry)

We... are... back in business.

Rocky, Skye, my heroes!

You can thank us later. We want to stay clear

of that big storm.

I don't get it.

Cap'n Turbot's signal

is definitely coming from around here.

CAP'N TURBOT: Ryder! Ryder!

Huh?

I'm up here!

How fortuitous you found me.

Fortunately, I made a friend.

Nice to meet you, mister monkey.

(Chattering)

Cap'n Turbot,

we need to get you down to the beach

and away from that hurricane.

Agreed. But that crocodile's

still skulking around down there.

Hmm, that might be tough.

(Chattering)

Aw, thanks, primate pal.

I wish that croc hadn't swallowed my camera phone;

this would be a sweet selfie.

Wait, your phone is inside the crocodile's belly?

That makes sense and gives me an idea.

(Beeping)

But, Ryder, you're calling my phone,

and I told you the crocodile--

(Phone ringing and vibrating)

Is right there!

(Roaring)

Chase, use your Tennis Ball Cannons

to get rid of him.

You got it! (Barking)

Cannons!

(Growling)

Amazing!

What can I say? Tennis ball fetch is the best game ever.

(Laughing)

Oh, Horatio, I am so happy to see you!

No, I'm happy to see you.

I said it first.

I thought of it first.

And thank you, Ryder and pups.

Hey, whenever you have a problem, just yelp for help.

So, I saw the monkey!

You what?! But where is the picture?

Show me, show me, show me!

I couldn't get one. My camera was in my phone...

in the crocodile.

Seriously?

You expect me to believe that--

(Chattering)

Hey you!

White albino monkey!

Oh, with my camera!

Now no one will believe us. Hey!

Oh, I think they will.

SKYE: "Pups Save A Plane."

(Barking and howling)

(Sniffing)

How about I put this tent here, Ryder?

Looks good, Rubble.

Huh?

(Straining) That's weird.

(Growling)

Huh. You're a strong little critter dude, aren't you?

Hey, guys!

Look who's up there!

Ace Sorensen. Is that Mayor Goodway

flying with her?

CHASE: Go, Mayor Goodway!

(All cheering)

RUBBLE: Ace! Look at Mayor Goodway!

SKYE: Amazing!

(Chittering) Huh?

The sleeping bag, it was right here.

Hey, Mayor Goodway,

are you ready for your first solo lesson?

Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!

Okay, then I'm going to release the controls

over to you now.

Wait! Don't! I'm not ready!

Okay, I'm ready now.

Wait! No! (Inhaling deeply)

All right, let's do this!

Take it away, Mayor Goodway. It's all you.

(Yelling)

ACE: Whoa!

MAYOR GOODWAY: Oh, no. What am I doing wrong?

You're doing fine, Mayor. Just stay calm.

Oh, and remember to breathe.

Breathe. Good advice.

It's working.

It's working!

Chickaletta, mama's flying!

Woo-hoo! I'm flying!

Put your hands back on the yoke!

Oh, thanks, Ace.

I suppose I got a tad too confident.

(Cawing) (Yelping)

I'm guessing that's probably not a good thing, right?

That broken flap will make landing difficult.

But now that you know how to operate the controls...

Well...

Keep your hands on the yoke and stay calm.

I'll go out on the wing and fix the flap.

Well, Chickaletta is very nervous about all this.

(Snoring)

But I'll do it!

Just keep flying straight.

Just keep flying straight. Just keep flying straight.

Just keep flying straight.

Just keep it straight.

ACE: Rats!

My sleeve's caught. It's really stuck.

Mayor Goodway!

It's time to call the PAW Patrol.

Excellent advice!

Except for one thing:

do I take my hands off the wheel?

The yoke? Yes, that!

Better keep your hands there.

We'll think of something.

Ooh! Chickaletta, of course!

Sweetie, peck Mommy's phone and call Ryder.

Like this. Use your beak.

Peck, peck, peck! (Beeping)

Oh, good chicken!

I don't get it.

It was right here.

Hmm... I think I know who might have taken it.

Everyone, smell for gophers.

(Sniffing) (Phone ringing)

(Beeping) Hey, Mayor Goodway.

(Clucking)

Chickaletta?

What's up?

MAYOR GOODWAY: We are, Ryder!

And we can't get down without your help!

Poor Ace was trying to fix the broken flap on the wing...

(Gasping)

... but her sleeve got caught.

Oh, dear.

My first solo flight's

an absolute flop!

(Clucking)

We'll be right there.

No plane is too high, no pup is too small.

(Beeping)

PAW Patrol to the Air Patroller.

ALL: Ryder needs us!

Found it! (Straining)

(Straining)

(Straining)

RUBBLE: Come on, Marshal, hurry up.

Over here, over here. Come on, Marshal!

(Panting)

(Munching) Yow!

Whoa!

That gopher made me go for it.

(Laughing)

(Barking) Yay!

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder sir.

Robo-Dog, let's jet.

(Barking)

Thanks for hurrying, pups. Ace's plane is damaged

and she's stuck out on the wing.

Ah!

Poor Mayor Goodway's first solo isn't exactly going as planned.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

They need our help getting that plane fixed

and safely back on the ground.

So, for this mission...

Skye, I need you to fly into that plane

and take over the controls.

This puppy's gotta fly!

Rocky, I need you to free Ace

and repair that flap so the plane can land safely.

(Barking) Green means go!

All right! PAW Patrol is on a roll!

Oh, phew!

No need to fear; the PAW Patrol is near.

Wah! Whoa!

Whoa!

Hang on tight, Mayor. The plane's bouncing

because we've hit a little turbulence.

MAYOR GOODWAY: Oh, I take that back.

There may still be a bit of need to fear. Oops!

Okay, maybe a lot!

(Clucking) Chickaletta!

Come back! Chickaletta, how did you--

oh, no.

ACE: Please keep your hands on the yoke, Mayor Goodway.

Yes, yes. Oh, dear.

I can't fly. What was I thinking? Help!

RYDER: Perfect placement, Robo-Dog. They're right below us.

Rocky, Skye, it's go time!

(Barking)

Woo-hoo!

Whoo! Yeah!

Yay! You did it, Mayor Goodway!

Yay! Now you do it.

Great job, Skye.

Now get that plane under control.

Stabilization in progress.

Nice, Skye.

Oh, phew! Now I only need to panic about Chickaletta.

RYDER: Okay, Rocky,

now that you're in position, free Ace.

Okay, Ryder. Ace, I got this.

(Barking) Scissors.

Oh, thank you, Rocky. Thank you!

Whoa!

Phew. Thanks again.

Way to go, Rocky.

Now see if you can fix that wing flap.

Will do.

(Barking) Screwdriver!

We'll be back in business in no time.

Thanks, Skye. You rock. I'll take it from here.

But, Ace, my chicken!

Okay, Mayor, I'll get her.

(Engine sputtering) Uh-oh, wait.

We're stalling.

That turbulence must have

put us at a bad angle.

Skye, you know what to do.

Let the plane freefall a little, then add some throttle.

I'm on it! Hey, Rocky,

get ready!

We're going to be moving this plane around a little bit.

Um, I'm not quite done here, but do what you have to do, Skye.

(Engine sputtering)

Oops. It's loose again.

And who's going to save my poor little Chicky-wicky?

(Clucking)

Operation Save Poor Little Chicky-wicky in effect.

It's okay, Chickaletta.

I'm here to help.

I can't bear to look, but I can't bear to not look.

Maybe just a tiny peek.

Come on over, Chicky-chicky.

(Clucking)

(Clucking) Engine's back!

(Sighing) Close one.

Ooh!

Chickaletta!

Oh, fly, my little chicken!

Fly as you've never flown before!

We have an airborne chicken.

I repeat: we have an airborne chicken.

Marshall, I'm going to need you to catch her and fast!

I'm all fired up! (Barking)

Careful. Excuse me. Pardon me.

Move please. Coming through. Out of my way.

I got ya. I got ya. I got ya!

(Clucking)

It's okay, Chickaletta. You're safe now.

Still nervous, huh?

I know. Why don't we sing a song together?

(Clucking) Good idea.

(Clucking)

That's right. Let's do it together.

Oh, thank you, Marshall.

Chickaletta, you silly chicken. You know you can't fly.

And all done here.

It works! Thanks, Rocky.

You got it. (Barking)

Thanks, Skye. Amazing flying.

I've got it from here.

Did you hear that, everyone?

Ace said "amazing flying."

(Chuckling) Yup, we all heard it

and she's right; you are an amazing pilot.

Great job, everyone.

(Barking)

(Cheering)

What do you say, Chickaletta?

(Clucking) Yeah, thanks,

PAW Patrol. You really saved us and my plane.

Whenever you're in trouble,

just yelp-- or cluck-- for help.

Now, it's time for good pups to have their campfire treat.

(Blowing)

(Munching)

Yummy!

(Clucking)

Hey! I was saving that for later!