09x19 - Pups Save Alex's Feathery Friends/Pups Save a Puffy Mayor

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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 ♪

(Seagulls calling)

♪

Wow, pups. Thanks for clearing out

all those empty pup treat boxes.

Well, we got to make room for the next big delivery.

- Right, tummy? - (Growling)

Whoa! Your tummy talks to you?

Oh, yeah, especially when it's hungry.

(Growling)

What's that, tummy? Someone's coming?

- (Bell ringing) - Yoo-hoo! Fresh pup treats!

Wow! How did your tummy know?

It was a... gut feeling. (Laughing)

Hi, Alex. I wasn't expecting you to deliver the pup treats.

Grandpa's really busy today,

so I'm helping.

Now, open your mouths,

close your eyes,

and you can have a big surprise.

ALL: Ah!

Ah!

A spoon? That really is a surprise.

Wait. If you got spoons, then who has the pup treats?

♪

Oh, um, sorry about that.

I'm sure I have a spoon here somewhere.

- (Bell ringing) - I have them, Grandpa.

Thanks, Alex.

I'll just go wash these.

Hi, Mrs. Wingnut. Can I help you?

Oh, I hope so, Alex. We're going on a trip,

so I need someone to look after my ostriches when we're gone.

(Squawking)

Ostriches? Cool.

I bet we can do it.

Just let me check with Grandpa.

Grandpa, Grandpa!

Mrs. Wingnut really needs our help!

MR. PORTER: I'm a bit busy right now, Alex,

but it's always good to help others!

I think that's a yes, Miss Wingnut.

Wonderful!

(Squawking)

Have fun ostrich-sitting!

Ostrich-sitting?

No! Wait! I can't ostrich-sit.

I'm too busy.

It's okay, Grandpa.

The ostriches are helping. See?

(Squawking)

(Squawking)

Come on, little chicks.

I want to show you my treehouse.

- (Chicks chirping) - Hmm. Maybe this

will work out after all.

Oh, Olivia, could you take a spoon--

Ah!

- (Clattering) - Oof!

(Squawking)

(Squawking)

Uh, be right back to take your order! Ah!

(Squawking)

(Squawking)

Hey, where are they going?

- Hey, where are you going? - (Chirping)

(Chirping)

♪

Good news, pups. Look what I found.

- Treats? - Me, please.

Mmm! Thanks, Ryder.

(Growling)

(Laughing) My yummy says thank you, too.

(Ringing)

- (Beeping) - Ryder, the Wingnuts' ostriches

- are on the loose! - (Squawking)

Oh, no. Do you know where they're going?

Yes, because I'm going with them!

(Squawking)

Just hang on, Mr. Porter.

No ostrich is too fast.

No pup is too small.

(Beeping)

PAW Patrol to the Lookout!

PUPS: Ryder needs us!

Ah!

Whoa!

- (Barking) - Uh-oh!

- Marshall! - Ah!

(Crashing)

Well, I got here as spoon as I could.

(All laughing)

♪

(Dinging)

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir.

- (Beeping) - Thanks for hurrying, pups.

The Wingnuts' ostriches are taking Mr. Porter on a wild ride

through town, and we've got to help them stop.

- MR. PORTER: Whoa! - (Squawking)

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

- Marshall. - (Beeping)

I need you to use your bird-talking skills

to calm the ostriches down so they stop running.

Squawk! Squawk!

That's ostrich for, "I'm fired up."

- And Skye. - (Beeping)

I need you to use your copter to lift Mr. Porter off of Oscar.

(Barking) Let's take to the sky!

Alright. PAW Patrol is on a roll!

(Barking)

♪ PAW Patrol ♪

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

♪ Go, go, go ♪

- ♪ PAW Patrol ♪ - Whoa!

(Barking)

Yeah!

(Laughing, barking)

- Whoa! - ♪ Marshall ♪

(Barking)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ PAW Patrol ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

(Barking)

♪ Skye ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol ♪

♪

- Hello. - (Chicks chirping)

- Huh? - Ah!

- Eek! - (Bell ringing)

Excuse me. Have you seen two little ostriches?

Oh! They went in that direction!

Thank you.

(Squawking)

(Gasping)

(Squawking)

What was that?

- (Gasping) - Sorry!

I never learned how to steer an ostrich!

(Squawking)

Good news, Ryder. I see Oscar and Mr. Porter

going down Main Street.

- (Siren wailing) - Stay on them, Skye.

We'll catch up as soon as we find Olivia.

(Squawking)

Whoa. I've never seen a pot run that fast before.

Or run at all.

That's Olivia.

(Squawking)

Marshall, follow that bird.

(Siren wailing)

Poor Olivia. How are we going to get that pot off her head?

See if she'll let you splash it off with your water cannons.

Good idea. Squawk, squawk, squawk,

cheep, cheep, squawk, squawk!

(Squawking)

(Barking) Water cannon.

Okay. On the squawk of three, I'm going to use a little water

to get the bucket off your head.

Squawk, squawk, squawk!

(Squawking)

Aw. (Laughing) She says thanks.

- (Beeping) - Ryder to Skye.

Where's Oscar now?

- (Squawking) - Ryder.

- Whoa! - (Squawking)

He's all over the place!

Oscar won't stop running!

- MR. PORTER: Whoa! - Hey!

- Pardon us! - That's because he's scared.

Can you get Mr. Porter off his back?

As long as nothing's in the way.

- (Squawking) - Please hurry!

We're headed for the museum!

Without tickets!

Hold on, Mr. Porter!

I'll meet you at the back door!

Look, Chickaletta. It says

that birds may have come from dinosaurs. Imagine.

- (Squawking) - A bird this big.

- (Clucking) - Ah!

- (Squawking) - Ah!

(Siren wailing)

(Crashing)

- (Beeping) - Skye, fly to the front.

It sounds like they made a U-turn.

♪ I got the chicks, I got the chicks ♪

Huh? Wait for me!

- (Chirping) - No!

(Chirping)

(Squawking)

I've got you this time! (Barking) Harness!

- Whoa! - (Squawking)

(Squawking)

(Squawking)

Nice work, pups. Mr. Porter

and the ostriches are safe and sound.

We should get back to the cafe.

Alex is there with your babies.

- (Chicks chirping) - I'm not so sure about that.

Look!

(Squawking)

You chicks shouldn't be down--

Hey! That's my tri--

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

(Thudding)

Is everybody okay?

(Squawking, chirping)

Alex? Thank goodness! You're okay!

We'll get you out of there as soon as we can.

Just stay put.

Don't worry, Ryder. We're not going anywhere.

Right, chicks?

(Chirping)

Hey, come back!

- Alex! - Wait!

Oh, dear. Where are they going now?

We'll find out. Skye, I need you to follow Alex and the birds.

On my way. (Barking) Wings!

♪

(Squawking)

Ryder, I found them!

Alright! I'm pedaling as fast as an ostrich.

(Squawking)

Hey, look! There's light up ahead!

We're almost out of the tunnel!

(Gasping) That's a way out, alright.

A way right into the bay!

- (Beeping) - Rubble, I need you to bring

your dozer and a pup bed on the double.

That's what I do best.

Rubble on the double.

RYDER: Help is on the way.

Oh, good, because now, the wagon's going even faster.

(Squawking)

Here it comes, Ryder.

(Chirping)

(Chirping)

Got you! Hey, no jumping on my pup bed.

- They're okay. - Whoo-hoo!

Great catch, Rubble.

(Chirping)

(Squawking)

Aw! Nothing like a family reunion.

(Squawking)

(Chirping)

- (Sighing) - Oh.

(Squawking)

Ostrich-sitting is a lot easier

when you're actually not sitting on an ostrich.

Thanks for all your help today, Ryder.

You're welcome, Mr. Porter,

and whenever you're stuck on a runaway ostrich,

just yelp for help.

Fresh pup treats for every puppy!

- Mmm. - Thank you!

- Thanks! - Squawk, squawk.

That's ostrich for, "Thank you."

- (Squawking) - (Chirping)

(Squawking)

And "you're welcome."

(All laughing)

♪

This will be so exciting!

Adventure Bay's first fashion show.

- (Squawking) - It's going to be paw-some.

Hey, Zuma and Chase, can you help put this runway together?

You got it, Ryder.

♪

Ready, Zuma? And... push!

(Grunting)

My turn. (Barking) Screwdriver!

♪

- (Record scratching) - How's the DJ station coming,

- Rubble? - DJ Rubble is in the pup house.

And my models,

where are you?

We're right here, Mayor Goodway.

We love Katie's puppy clothes.

And those clothes love you.

You look fabulous.

But I still need a model to wear Yumi's puffy shirt.

Don't worry. You'll find someone.

Hmm. Maybe... Okay.

But whoever wears this has to be just right.

Hello! Famous model here.

Hmm. Maybe.

When I was younger, I put myself through mayors' college

by working part-time as a runway model.

- Excuse me. - Coming through!

I was also a hand model, and I still use cream twice a day

to keep them baby soft.

(Splatting)

Blah!

MAYOR GOODWAY: Hmm.

Farmer Al? Perfect! Mwah!

He'll look great in a puffy shirt.

Farmer Al?

Yes. He's going to be our feature model.

(Gasping) You should come to the show.

Never. (Grunting)

Ah! (Sobbing) Paper cut.

She chose Farmer Al over me?

I was a real model,

and I was the one who made the puffy shirt cool.

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

Humph. What do kitties know about fashion? Humph.

(Gasping) I've got it! I'll design an amazing outfit

and show Mayor Goodway that I'm the best fashion model.

Okay. I've got my sewing kit.

Now, where's my good fabric?

- (Ripping) - Ah!

(Ripping)

(Meowing)

(Record scratching)

Feast your eyes on Katie's designs.

If you thought her pet parlor was adorable,

check out these boots.

Marshall is lucky he has his own fire engine,

because his hat and bow tie are smokin'.

And now for...

Farmer Al!

Uh... okay.

MAYOR GOODWAY: Who's rocking Farmer Yumi's

elegant yet playfully puffy shirt.

(Crowd cheering)

Huh.

(Crowd cheering)

- (Exploding) - Behold, Adventure Bay!

Watch and learn as a real model shows you

how to wear a puffy shirt.

(Beeping, air hissing)

Bet you can't do this, Farmer Al.

You mean like this?

- The crane neck. - (Farmer Al grunting)

- The vogue. The fierce kitten. - (Farmer Al grunting)

The shy shimmy.

(Farmer Al chuckling)

I have no idea what's going on,

but I can't stop watching.

Is he doing the Funky Chickaletta?

I'm not sure, but the seagulls sure like it.

(Calling)

- Oof! - (Beeping)

- Whoa! Whoa! - I got you, Mayor Humdinger!

- Get me down! - Help!

- Ryder? - On it, Mayor Goodway.

No shirt is too puffy. No pup is too small.

(Beeping)

PAW Patrol, to the PAW Patroller!

PUPS: Ryder needs us!

Huh? Whoa!

- Careful, Marshall. - Look out!

- Whoa! - (Crashing)

I tried to boot it over here as fast as I could.

(All laughing)

♪

(Laughing, barking)

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir!

- Thanks for hustling, pups. - (Beeping)

As you pups saw, Mayor Humdinger's puffy shirt inflated

and now, he and Farmer Al are floating over town.

BOTH: Whoa!

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

- (Beeping) - I need you to use your copter

and harness to catch them and safely lower them to the ground.

This puppy's got to fly.

- And Chase. - (Beeping)

I need you to follow on the ground and have your net ready

to catch them in case they fall.

Chase is on the case!

Alright. PAW Patrol is on a roll!

♪ PAW Patrol ♪

(Barking)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

- ♪ Skye ♪ - (Barking, laughing)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

- ♪ Chase ♪ - (Barking)

♪ Go, go, go ♪

(Barking)

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

(Siren wailing)

- (Seagull calling) - Help!

Whoa!

(Bleating)

Don't worry, Garby! We'll be okay!

Uh, Mayor Humdinger, do you really think it's a good idea

- to keep flapping your arms? - I just don't want to crash

in case my shirt air pump runs out of power.

Oh! Garby, you can worry a little bit!

(Bleating)

(Siren wailing)

RYDER: Farmer Al, Mayor Humdinger,

are we glad to find you!

Not as glad as we are!

Skye, time to use your harness.

On it! (Barking) Harness.

I'm just grab that and, uh--

- Whoa! - (Seagulls calling)

Uh-oh.

(Calling)

Shoo, birds. Scram.

Okay. Let's try again.

Oh, leave us alone!

Hmm. I think the seagulls think

Mayor Humdinger's their leader.

- Why would they think that? - Because you're flapping

your arms and wearing a puffy shirt?

Ah, I still don't see it. Wait.

(Calling)

Now, I see it.

Okay. Third time's the charm.

Yes, they flew out of the way.

- Yeah, but why? - (Beeping)

RYDER: Because of that plane headed your way!

Hmm. This map seems deliberately confusing.

(Ringing)

Howdy, Ryder. What can I do you for?

RYDER: Mr. Postman! You're about to crash

- into flying fashion models! - (Gasping)

- Ah! - Whoa!

Oh. Thanks, Ryder.

Well, I'd better take a little detour.

Ah!

Chase, catch those falling parcels.

I love a game of Catch.

(Barking) Net!

♪

Good job, Chase.

The sky's clear.

Now's my chance.

Farmer Al, grab the harness!

Got it.

Hold on tight! Mayor Humdinger,

I'll get right back to get you!

Hey! No! Take me first!

Whoa!

Mayor Humdinger! Whoa.

You're not making this easy!

Ah!

Easy. Try to stay...

in control.

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! - Help!

Oh, no. I'm using my grip.

Oh, it must be all the hand cream.

Whoa!

Ah! Whoa!

Ah! Help!

Hang on, Mayor Humdinger.

I'm calling in more help.

- (Beeping) - Rocky and Rubble,

I need you at the bridge.

Green means go!

Rubble on the double.

♪

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Just looking at Mayor Humdinger's making me dizzy.

I know. That's why I need you

to turn off the air pump on his back.

- (Beeping) - Skye, can you give Rocky

- a lift? - Roger.

(Barking) Hook!

- Whoa! Whoa! - Okay, Mayor Humdinger.

I'm going to shut down your air pump.

(Barking) Extender!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- ROCKY: Now! - (Beeping)

(Air squeaking)

You did it, Rocky!

I'm saved!

Oh, why must my hands be so baby soft? Ah!

Rubble, now!

You got it, Ryder.

Help!

RUBBLE: Got you.

Phew.

Nice catch, Rubble.

And there's just enough time to save

Mayor Goodway's fashion show.

Ah.

(Record scratching)

Okay, folks. Don't those sunglasses say "ooh la la"?

- (Squawking) - (Laughing)

- RYDER: Psst! - (Record scratching, gasping)

Mayor Goodway.

Ryder, thank goodness.

Oh, thank you, PAW Patrol.

You're welcome. Whenever your shirt

gets a little too puffy,

just yelp for help.

I'm sorry, Mayor Humdinger.

I had no idea you were once a model.

Humph. Apology accepted.

Maybe this will make it up to you?

(Music playing)

Look at the Kitten Crew go!

♪

Excusez-moi. Supermodel coming through.

- Shoo! Shoo! - (Meowing)

Hungry puppy. Cool text-er. Bigfoot in headlights.

Mayor Humdinger, you forgot to take off your air pump.

♪

(Laughing)

- (Air hissing) - Oh, no!

Puffy pants went out of style years ago!

(Crowd laughing, cheering)

♪