09x21 - Pups Save a Jukebox/Pups Save a Mayor on a Wire

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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 ♪

Check it out.

Rocky and I found this cool, old machine on Junk Island.

It's a jukebox.

What's a jukebox? Does it make pup treats?

Does it make toys?

Even better.

- It makes music! - (Beats playing)

See that record? It's called a .

It's like the records I sometimes use for my DJ jams,

only smaller.

There. All done.

Rocky and I fixed it up and put it on wheels.

Now, it's ready to rock and roll.

- (Chuckling) - (Horn honking)

Pup food delivery.

PUPS: Mr. Porter. Yay!

By golly. Is that a real jukebox?

I remember when all the old diners used to have them.

Mind if I tried it?

(s instrumental music playing)

Wow!

If you want, you can have the jukebox

for your café, Mr. Porter.

Really? Thanks, Rocky.

My customers will love hearing different kinds of music.

I hope they like this song. It's the only record in there.

Maybe the rest of the town can help fill the jukebox

with some of their records, Rubble.

These Hawaiian records

are some of Hurricane Harrigan's and my favorites.

They mean a lot to us.

Thanks, Ms. Marjorie. We'll take good care of them.

Ooh, these old bluegrass s of mine will set toes a-tappin',

hands a-clappin', and tails a-laughin'.

(Chittering)

These are my vintage jazz records

that Chickaletta and I love to dance to.

Isn't that right, my little chicky bebopper?

(Clucking)

Remember to handle them with gentle paws.

Old records can break easily.

Thanks, everyone.

We'll take extra-special care of them.

Rocky, let's load these into the jukebox.

(Mellow jazz instrumental playing)

Ha-ha, chickie-poo.

Woo-hoo-hoo! Yep. Hoo-hoo!

They call that music? Ha.

Wait till everyone hears this beautiful song.

(Jazz record continues playing)

Oh! Is the song over already?

Maynard and I were just getting warmed up.

- I'll play another record. - (Kittens yowling)

Whoa, kittens. Careful.

(Electronic dance music playing)

♪ Kitty meow, kitten, kitten, kitty, meow ♪

- Ah! - What? "Kitty Cat Meow-Meow"?

Why, that just happens to be my favorite song.

♪ Meow-meow-meow meow-meow-meow-meow-meow ♪

This isn't music. It's noise!

A "nail scratching on the blackboard"

terrible kind of noise.

♪ Meow-meow-meow meow-meow-meow-meow-meow ♪

(Music stops)

Whew.

♪ Meow, kitty--

Hey. I didn't get to finish the verse.

And with that racket,

my customers didn't get to finish their meals.

Hmph. Everyone's a critic.

(Hawaiian instrumental music playing)

Who cares what those know-nothings say?

I want to hear my song.

(Whispering indistinctly)

(Chickaletta clucking)

Whoa! Where's that fruit coming from?

(Gasping)

MR. PORTER: My produce stand!

We can all help you, Mr. Porter.

♪ Kitty meow, kitten, kitten, kitty, meow ♪

Come on, kitties. Let's take my music on the road.

(Cackling)

The jukebox is gone!

I'd better call the PAW Patrol.

(Hip-hop instrumental playing)

It was so nice of Mayor Goodway to give me these extra records.

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

- Shake it. - (Phone ringing)

Hi, Mr. Porter. What's up?

Ryder, something or someone messed up my fruit stand,

and when we went to pick everything up,

the new jukebox disappeared.

Along with our precious records.

We'll find them. No music is too missing.

No pup is too small.

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.

PUPS: Ryder needs us.

Whoa!

Careful, Marshall.

Whoa!

I think this sets a record for wipeouts.

(Everyone laughing)

♪

(Elevator bell dinging)

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir.

Well, almost ready.

That's okay, Rubble. Your DJ gear may come in handy.

Mr. Porter and his customers left the café

to pick up some fallen fruit, and the jukebox went missing.

Oh, no. Everyone's favorite records were in it.

We promised everyone we'd take good care of them.

And we're going to keep that promise.

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

You'll use your detective skills to look for clues.

Chase is on the case.

And I'll need... Rubble.

You'll use your rig to bring the jukebox

back to the café when we find it.

Rubble on the double.

All right. PAW Patrol is on a roll.

(Barking, howling)

♪ PAW Patrol

- ♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go - (Barking)

♪ PAW Patrol

- ♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go - (Barking)

♪ Chase

♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go

♪ PAW Patrol

(Siren wailing)

♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go ♪

♪ Rubble

♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go

♪ PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol

(Engine revving, tires squealing)

(Siren wailing)

Thank goodness you're here.

Ow! Someone made off with my bluegrass ditties.

I do hope our records aren't lost forever.

We'll track down every single song, Ms. Marjorie.

Mr. Porter, where was the jukebox before it went missing?

It was right over here, Ryder.

Chase, check for clues.

(Sniffing)

(Sneezing) Excuse me. Cat allergy.

Cats were definitely here, Ryder.

The kittens were playing with the jukebox earlier,

but they left.

Right after Mayor Humdinger sang along to that...

(Shuddering) ...song.

(Sniffing)

(Sneezing)

The kittens were over here, too.

They must have sabotaged the stand

to get everyone to leave the café.

But which way did they go?

I've got an idea.

Rubble, your DJ microphone is pretty sound-sensitive.

Let's see if it can pick up any distant music.

Sure thing, Ryder.

I'll just crank it up.

(Whirring)

♪ Kitty, meow kitten, kitten, kitty, meow ♪

Whoa! That's irritating to my ears.

Oh, that sounds like Mayor Humdinger's record, all right.

Follow that noise, Rubble.

-(Siren wailing) -("Kitty Cat Meow-Meow" playing)

Wow. The closer we get, the more annoying it gets.

There he is, and he's got the jukebox.

And the records.

(Barking) Megaphone!

Mayor Humdinger, pull over and give the jukebox back, please.

Oh, here comes the best part.

He's not stopping.

RYDER: We'll catch him in the woods, pups.

♪ Kitty, meow kitten, kitten, kitty, meow ♪

(Bluegrass song playing)

♪ Now, I'm not sure where I'm going ♪

♪ But I keep driving knowing

♪ That I'll find my way back to you ♪

♪ And at the end of a long day ♪

♪ When I pull into my driveway... ♪

- (Yowling) - What? (Gasping)

Wolves? (Screaming)

(Barking)

Ryder, I can hear bluegrass music.

And... wolves howling?

This way.

(Wolf howling)

I think the wolves must be following the music.

Mayor Humdinger, unhitch the jukebox

and the wolves will stop following you.

Never! My "Kitty Cat Meow-Meow" record is in there.

(Bluegrass record continues playing)

♪ ...porch light on, porch light... ♪

(Gasping)

No!

♪ You left the porch light on, porch light-- ♪

It's the only record they made! (Howling)

Oh.

(Screaming)

- No! - (Howling)

(Gasping) It's going over!

Rubble on the jukebox double.

- Oh, no. The records! - I'll catch them.

PAW Patrol, I need all of you to rescue some flying records.

(Barking) Net.

Got one!

Got two!

Got you.

I found the music in 'record' time.

(Laughing)

Great work, pups.

We'll meet back at Mr. Porter's and reload the jukebox.

MAYOR HUMDINGER: Help, help, help!

But it sounds like Mayor Humdinger is in trouble.

Rubble, you take care of the jukebox.

Chase and I will check on Mayor Humdinger.

Nice wolfies. Run along home, now.

(Sniffing)

I think the wolves want more of that catchy bluegrass music.

(Whining) Make them go away. Please.

Hmm. I think I know how.

♪ Kitty meow, kitten, kitten, kitty, meow ♪

♪ Kitten, kitten, kitty-cat, meow ♪

Ah. The best ever.

♪ Meow-meow-meow meow-meow-meow-meow-meow ♪

♪ Meow-meow-meow-meow-meow Whoa!

(Barking) Net.

Ow, ow, ow. Ow, ow, ow.

(Song slowing, stopping)

Mayor Humdinger, here you go. You can have your record back.

And next time, just ask.

Fine. I'll just play song in my lair

all day long.

(Yelping)

Come back, kittens! We can have a kitty singalong.

(s instrumental playing)

Thanks for finding the jukebox

and returning all those wonderful records, PAW Patrol.

You're welcome.

Whenever your jukebox goes missing,

just sing out for help.

♪ Meow-meow-meow meow-meow-meow-meow-meow ♪

♪ Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

- (Everyone laughing) - (Scratching)

Ooh, I can't wait to see Everest.

Me, too. It's nice to have you ride with us, Mayor Goodway.

Thanks, Skye.

I'm just tagging along for my birthday present.

See? Julius and Julia

got me a tightrope-walking lesson with Francois.

He's an expert, you know.

That sounds like fun.

Oh, fun indeed.

(Chuckling) Right, Chickaletta?

(Clucking)

Thanks for the ride, Ryder and pups.

PUPS: Bye.

Ready for our big adventure, chickie-poo?

(Clucking)

Bonjour, mayor.

Welcome to the world of high-wire walking.

(Gulping) Oh.

(Laughing nervously)

I didn't think it was going to be so, so, so ginormous.

Oh, no, no. That tightrope is pour moi,

for the next amazing stunt I am practicing.

That's why our lesson is up here.

This is your tightrope.

Très easy,

and with this soft snow and the mat to land on,

nothing could possibly go wrong.

(Laughing nervously)

- Hey, Everest. - We missed you.

Long time no see.

It's so cool you came to visit.

I've got a super fun surprise...

...toboggans.

Jake got 'em for us. Want to try?

Oh, yeah. For sure!

Woo-hoo!

Whoa!

Uh, Marshall?

Marshall, jump.

Sure can.

I've got super toboggan skills.

Uh, more like toboggan spills.

(Everyone laughing)

Trust me, mayor.

After one lesson, you will be dancing on the high wire.

(Laughing) Ah, I hope so.

Chickums, you stay down here. It's safer.

(Clucking)

Oh! (Laughing)

Ooh. Here we go.

One cannot coach on an empty tummy.

A little to the left.

Mmm. Smelly cheese. I love it.

Mmm.

Uh, a bit to the right.

Yes. That's it.

(Squawking)

Hmm.

Ah. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it now.

Come, Chickaletta. Let's try this.

(Eagle squawking)

Aah! Shoo. Scram.

Huh? How is this possible?

(Shouting)

- Whoa! - (Clucking)

Oh. Ooh. Wow.

Maybe I do have serious tightrope skills.

(Gasping)

But this very high up. (Gasping)

(Squawking)

Amazing trick, my dear mayor.

Wait. That was no trick. Ooh. We need help.

I love the snow, dudes.

- Go, Zuma. - You move it.

- PUP: Cool! - (Phone ringing)

Ryder, emergency! The mayor...

MAYOR GOODWAY: ...and Chickaletta. Hurry!

(Clucking)

Is that Mayor Goodway?

She's up way too high for a beginner.

Oui. It's all my fault.

But how was I supposed to know that eagles like smelly cheese?

Hmm? Please help.

Don't worry, Francois.

No mayor is too high up. No pup is too small.

PAW Patrol, to the PAW Patroller.

PUPS: Ryder needs us.

Oof.

- Oh, no. - Marshall, look out!

Whoa!

There's "snow" way I saw that one coming.

(Everyone laughing)

(Laughing, barking, howling)

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir.

Thanks for hurrying, pups.

Mayor Goodway and Chickaletta wound up on a tightrope

that's way too high for them.

(Mayor shouting)

- (Chickaletta clucking) - Oh, no.

Whoa, dude. That sounds dangerous.

It is. That's why it's up to us to get them down safely.

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

I need you to use your harness

to airlift Mayor Goodway and Chickaletta off the tightrope.

This puppy has got to fly.

And Chase.

I'll need you underneath the tightrope

with your net in case they fall.

Chase is on the case.

All right. PAW Patrol is on a roll.

- (Barking, howling) - ♪ PAW Patrol

♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go ♪

- ♪ Skye - (Giggling)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go

♪ Chase

- (Helicopter blades whirring) - (Siren wailing)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go

♪ Go, go, go, go go, go, go ♪

(Clucking)

Oh, Chickaletta, I don't blame you for being...

well, a chicken.

FRANCOIS: Just stay calm, Mayor.

Hold the pole like this. It will help you balance.

Just don't squeeze out any cheese.

(Chuckling) I mean, uh--

(Inhaling sharply) Okay.

I can do this.

Remember, you are my best student ever.

In fact, you are my only student ever.

Ah. Huh. Ooh.

Hey, I'm doing it! Look at me go, chickums.

Woo! Yes.

Go, Mayor. It's your birthday.

Uh, wait. That was last week.

(Helicopter blades whirring)

Ryder, I have eyes on Mayor Goodway.

That's great, Skye. We're almost in position.

Don't worry, Francois.

We'll have the mayor back on the ground soon.

SKYE: Hi, Mayor.

I'm going to help you out of here.

(Barking) Harness.

- (Eagle squawking) - Uh-oh.

Ooh-la! (Shouting)

Whoa!

Mayor Goodway, grab the harness!

Uh, hard to... uh, balance.

Oh, dear!

I've got her. (Barking) Net.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Uh-oh. Mayor Goodway is on Marshall's toboggan.

Everest, Mayor Goodway is now on a toboggan going downhill,

super fast!

We need your help.

Ice or snow, I'm ready to go.

- Skye, stay with Mayor Goodway. - SKYE: Roger.

FRANCOIS: Talons off my hoagie!

- Rude bird. - (Squawking)

Eh, fine. That smelly cheese was too smelly, anyway.

Luckily, I still have my dessert.

Oh, dear!

Oh, no.

(Animals squawking, chittering)

Yuck. Blech.

Woo-hoo!

Don't you worry, Mayor Goodway.

I'm with you. Just stay calm.

(Gasping)

Oh, I can't look.

I got you, Mayor.

You can open your eyes now.

Ah.

Wow, Everest.

You're so good at tha-aat!

Just hang on tight, Mayor.

I'm trying. I'm trying.

(Helicopter blades whirring)

Ryder, Mayor Goodway is on the ski slope.

Everest seems to have everything under control--

Uh-oh.

That's a big jump.

That jump looks way to high.

The toboggan will crash.

Rubble, we need you at the base of the ski jump.

Mayor Goodway and Chickaletta may go airborne,

and we've got to break their fall.

Rubble on the double.

Come on. Let's go.

(Siren wailing)

Ah, you can relax, chickums.

It's over.

Yep. Should be smooth boarding from here on--

Whoa!

Except for that!

What we need is a big pile of snow.

Can't stop. Can't go around it.

RYDER: That's right, Everest. You have to go over it.

We can do that. Actually, this is going to be awe--

Oh, I don't want to go!

Woo-hoo!

(Siren wailing)

Mayor Goodway? Chickaletta?

(Clucking)

(Everyone laughing)

Thanks for giving Chickaletta and I that soft landing, pups.

No problem. Whenever you're stuck on a while ride,

just yelp for help.

Oh. There you are, Mayor Goodway.

I am so sorry about your lesson, but we should continue now, no?

Actually, Francois,

I found a new activity that I like a lot better.

Check this out.

Woo! Ha-ha.

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

RYDER AND PUPS: Wow.

Woo-hoo! Extreme tobogganing.

And we love it, don't we, Chickaletta?

(Clucking)

(Eagle squawking)

Looks like the eagle likes extreme tobogganing, too.

And smelly cheese.

(Everyone laughing)

♪ P-P-PAW Patrol

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