11x03 - Pups Plus a Plucky Chicken/Pups Save a Pet Show

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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's too big, no pup's 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 ♪

♪

[Humming]

Whoa!

Was that a snowball?

Whoops. My bad, Ryder.

It's okay.

But where'd all the snowballs come from?

- Everest brought them. - From Jake's Mountain.

And there's even more in here.

Throw me another one, Everest.

Ah. Ooh. Brr!

That's c-c-cold.

[Thudding] Oof.

Want another one?

"Snow" thanks. I'm cool with this one.

[Everyone laughing]

[Bleating]

CAP'N TURBOT: Look, Francois.

A mountain goat and his friend.

They do like to ram objects with their horns.

Wow. Watching wildlife is wonderful.

Oui. But does it have to be so cold, too?

Brr!

[Bleating]

Ah. Shall we get a closer look?

Okay. But we'd better have our horns handy so we blend in.

What do you think?

I think you could have been more specific

about the kind of horn to bring.

Francois, the whole point is to look like a mountain goat.

Ah. I may not look like one, but I can sound like one.

[Trumpet blaring]

[Bleating]

[Francois playing trumpet melody]

[Bleating]

Ooh. Cut the cacophony, cousin.

The goats look really ready to ram some intruders.

[Bleating]

Intruders? But we are the only ones here.

Francois, we're the intruders.

- [Shouting] - Yow!

[Both screaming]

Ha-ha.

Why don't you go grab some grub, goats?

[Bleating]

[Both screaming]

[Ice cracking]

Avalanche!

- We should be safe in here. - [Bleating]

[Thudding]

See? Perfectly safe.

Whoa!

[Shouting]

Whoa.

Phew. Oh!

[Screaming]

Oof.

Uh-oh. How do I get down from here?

[Bleating]

It's okay. I'll call the PAW Patrol.

[Giggling]

[Phone ringing]

Hi, Cap'n Turbot. Everything okay?

I'm afraid an icy avalanche has trapped Francois

and a mountain goat in a cave.

Her friend is frantic about her fate.

Oh, no. Is he stuck in the cave, too?

Nope. He is stuck in a tree with me.

[Bleating]

Don't worry, cap'n.

No goat is too stuck. No pup is too small.

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.

PUPS: Ryder needs us.

Whoa!

- Uh-oh. - Watch out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

That was some entrance, Marshall.

Thanks. It doesn't get much cooler than that.

[Everyone laughing]

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir.

Thanks for hurrying, pups.

There was an avalanche at Jake's Mountain,

and now, Francois and a mountain goat are trapped in a cave.

- [Shouting] - [Bleating]

Oh, no.

And that's not all.

Her friend and Cap'n Turbot are stuck in a tree.

- [Shouting] - [Bleating]

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

I need you and your Sno-Cat to get us to that cave

to save Francois and the mountain goat.

Ice or snow, I'm ready to go.

And Marshall. I need you to use your ladder

to get Cap'n Turbot and the other goat out of the tree.

I'm fired up.

All right. PAW Patrol is on a roll.

[Barking, howling]

♪ PAW Patrol ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

[Howling]

- ♪ PAW Patrol, go, go, go, go - Yeah!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

♪ Go, go, go, go

Whoa.

- ♪ Everest, go, go, go - [Howling]

♪ Go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go

♪ PAW Patrol, go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

- ♪ Marshall, go, go, go - [Barking]

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol ♪

- [Engine revving] - [Tires squealing]

[Engine revving]

[Siren wailing]

[Teeth chattering]

Ah. Oh, thanks.

Cuddling your cozy coat keeps me covered from the cold.

Ooh!

[Siren wailing distantly]

PAW Patrol! Up here.

We see you, cap'n.

All right, Marshall. Let's get them down.

You got it, Ryder.

[Barking] Ladder.

You first.

[Bleating]

He won't climb down?

[Bleating]

EVEREST: That's odd.

Most mountain goats are great climbers.

CAP'N TURBOT: This one can climb mountains.

He just doesn't traverse trees or lumber down ladders.

[Bleating]

And the cliffside is too steep and icy for him to climb down.

Hmm. Do you think you can get them down

with your Sno-Cat's grapple?

"Snow" problem, Ryder.

[Barking] Grapple.

After you.

- That's it. - Nice and easy.

Just try not to step on my grapple.

[Screaming]

Everest, make a soft landing spot for the cap'n.

[Screaming]

Oof.

Thanks for that soft snowy save, Everest.

Brr!

You're welcome, Cap'n Turbot. It is pretty chilly out here.

And I bet Francois is even colder inside that cave.

Then we'd better hurry and get Francois

and the goat out of there.

[Engines revving]

[Teeth chattering]

Achoo-la-la!

- Hello? - Francois, can you hear us?

- [Bleating] - Yes! We hear you.

The entrance to the cave should be right here.

Uh, unless it's over there.

Oh, I can't tell.

Perhaps if we make more noise, you will hear us.

- [Bleating] - [Playing trumpet]

- I hear them. - Me, too.

Marshall, see if you can spot them with your heat vision.

[Barking] Heat vision.

Aha! There they are.

See? Look. Your friend is safe.

[Imitating goat bleating]

[Bleating]

And we'll get her out as soon as we--

[Bleating]

- [Bleating] - [Trumpet blaring]

Uh, that may not be

the best idea.

[Cracking]

- Uh-oh. - Wait!

Stop!

If any more ice comes crashing down,

we'll never get them out.

I know you want to help,

but we need to find a gentler way to get in.

And I know the perfect pup for the job.

Rubble, I need you and your rig on Jake's Mountain, quick.

Rubble on the double.

Okay, Rubble.

We need to get Francois and his goat

out of the cave without breaking all this ice.

Can you do it?

Don't worry, Ryder. I know the drill. [Chuckling]

[Drill buzzing]

EVEREST: So far so good, Rubble.

RUBBLE: Just a little more and I'll be through.

[Cracking]

Voilà! We are saved.

It might be a tight squeeze, but you can come out now.

Go on. You can do it.

[Bleating]

It's okay.

Why don't I show you how it's done, hmm?

- [Teeth chattering] - [Francois grunting]

See? I am halfway out already.

[Grunting] You were not kidding.

It is a very tight squeeze.

[Grunting]

- [Ice cracking] - Careful, cousin.

Your careless contortions

are creating a copious quantity of cracks.

FRANCOIS: Au secours! I am stuck.

[Bleating]

Ooh! Oof.

Oh. What a push.

[Boulders rumbling]

We've got to get the mountain goat out of there now.

Everest?

[Barking] Grapple.

Grab on.

- [Bleating] - Got her.

Look out!

Phew. That was close.

[Bleating]

FRANCOIS: Merci for the rescue, PAW Patrol.

And for this wonderful winter warm-up.

You're welcome.

Whenever you're stuck from an avalanche,

just "baa" for help.

- [Everyone laughing] - [Goats bleating]

Hmm.

Wow, Rubble. These paintings are amazing.

They look just like us.

Thanks. But if you think those are good,

just wait 'til you see this one of Marshall.

Of me? I want to see. I want to--

Whoa! Oof.

It's like looking in a mirror.

[Laughing]

Come on, Garby.

All this sweet, sweet corn won't harvest itself.

[Bleating]

There. One down, a bajillion to go.

[Trilling]

Ooh. What was that?

- Huh? - [Bleating]

[Grunting]

[Gasping] What in tarnation?

Something's Fl*ttening the corn.

[Bleating]

Golly, I don't know.

It's just a bunch of circles.

I'll take a picture so you can see for yourself.

[Creaking]

Whoa!

[Bleating]

You're right, Garby.

It is time to call the PAW Patrol.

How's the portrait coming along, Rubble?

Portrait? I think you mean paw-trait.

[Giggling] And it looks great.

[Phone ringing]

Hi, Farmer Al. How's the big harvest going?

Not so good.

Something's Fl*ttening my corn into weird shapes. Look.

I'm worried if this keeps up, my whole harvest will be ruined.

[Bleating]

Hmm? Oh, right. Thanks for reminding me, Garby.

I'm also worried about falling.

Hang in there, Farmer Al.

No corn crop is too flat. No pup is too small.

PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.

PUPS: Ryder needs us.

Whoa, whoa!

- Uh-oh. - Look out!

Whoa!

Oh. I think I'm seeing spots.

[Everyone laughing]

PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir!

Nice hustle, pups.

Farmer Al's ladder broke while he was trying

to figure out what flattened his corn.

Whoa! No.

[Gasping] What flattened his corn, or who?

I don't know, but we have to get Al down before he falls,

and help with the harvest before it's ruined.

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

I need you to use your ladder to rescue Farmer Al.

I'm fired up.

And Rocky. I need you to use your tools

to help Al harvest all that corn before it's too late.

Green means go.

All right. PAW Patrol is on a roll.

[Barking, howling]

♪ PAW Patrol ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- ♪ PAW Patrol, go, go, go, go - Whoa!

- [Barking] - ♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

[Howling]

- Whoa. - ♪ Marshall, go, go, go

♪ Go, go, go

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ PAW Patrol, go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

- ♪ Rocky, go, go, go - [Barking]

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol ♪

- [Engine revving] - [Tires squealing]

[Engine revving]

[Siren wailing]

Ugh. Hey, Garby?

I'm getting tired holding on here.

Can you catch my phone so I can switch hands?

[Bleating]

All right. Fine.

You can play a game.

[Bleating]

Ah. That's better. Uh-oh.

Oh! And that's worse.

Watch out, Garby!

[Siren wailing]

Marshall, Rocky? Hurry.

FARMER AL: Whoa!

[Barking] Ladder.

Garby, look out!

Phew. Thank goodness you pups got here in time.

Now, I just hope we can harvest my corn

before it gets any flatter.

Don't worry, Farmer Al. Rocky's already on it.

Don't lose it. Reuse it.

[Barking] Suspenders.

Ooh. Come "ear," you.

- [Trilling] - What's that sound?

And what was that?

[Crow cawing]

Whoa.

Oh, not again.

[Gasping]

More crop circles.

[Shutter clicking]

How does this keep happening?

I don't know,

but I have an idea who can help us figure it out.

Spy Chase, bring your drone to the farm, quick.

We have a mystery to solve.

Spy Chase is on the case.

[Barking] Drone.

If anyone tries to flatten any more corn,

my drone will see them.

Good work, Chase.

We'll monitor things from here

while you all harvest as much corn as you can.

Let us know if you see anything suspicious.

Don't be nervous, Garby.

There's no one here but you and me.

[Rustling]

Huh?

[Rustling continues]

And whatever that is!

[Bleating]

Me, check it out? I don't think so.

But you go right ahead.

CHASE: Sit tight, you two. We're on it.

[Rustling continues]

[Ryder and Chase gasping]

RYDER: Farmer Yumi,

in a beekeeping suit?

Oh. Hi, honey. What are you up to?

Oh, just taking a shortcut to our beehives.

[Bees buzzing]

[Grunting]

I "corn't" believe how much work this is.

Whoa!

[Animals calling]

[Gasping] Ryder, Chase, come quick.

[Lowing, snorting, clucking]

Oh. It's Bettina. She isn't Fl*ttening the corn.

She's just giving the other animals a piggyback ride.

[Something trilling]

Wait. That's the sound from before!

Chase, over here. This must be it.

CHASE: Cap'n Turbot?

What are you doing here?

Me? I'm supervising a survey

of the scintillating yet soothing sounds of cicadas.

[Trilling]

RYDER: Cap'n Turbot!

Behind you.

[Shouting]

Rocky, Marshall?

Meet us on the other side of the cornfield.

Cap'n Turbot might be...

[Speaking alien language]

...talking with our alien friend.

Oh. Hiya, all. This friendly fellow

is filling me in on the fabulous flowers

he's fashioning in Farmer Al's field.

Flowers?

That's right.

He's drawing a picture in the corn for his mom.

It's a surprise for her birthday.

Oh. Of course. Look.

This line is the stem,

and all the circles are the flowers.

And he's been adding more all day.

Well, I'll be.

[Speaking alien language]

He's says he's not done drawing yet,

but he also didn't mean to wreck your field, either, Farmer Al.

[Speaking alien language]

Oh, and his mom will be here any minute.

Gee, I'd love to let him finish,

but his drawing flattened a lot of my field,

and I still have corn to harvest.

I'm afraid he's got to stop.

[Speaking alien language]

Hang on.

What if we harvest all your corn before he finishes his picture?

Would that be okay?

Oh, yeah. That'd be great.

But I don't see how we could ever finish picking it in time.

[Speaking alien language]

[Electricity zapping]

He said he has an idea.

[Trilling]

[Shouting]

[Laser zapping]

- Whoa. - Wow.

[Bleating]

[Corn ears clattering]

- Wow! - [Bleating]

Oo-wee!

I guess it won't take

so long after all.

All right, potato-sized Picasso.

The field's all yours.

[Laughing]

[Laser zapping]

[Speaking alien language]

Ah. She loves it.

[Speaking alien language]

He says he wants to thank us, and you, Farmer Al,

for helping make his mom's birthday the best.

Oh, he's very welcome.

And I want to thank all of you

for giving me a harvest that's out of this world.

No problem, Farmer Al.

Whenever your corn's in trouble, just yelp for help.

[Chuckling]

[Bleating]

Oh. Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.

Happy Birthday, ma'am.

[Speaking alien language]

She says she's as happy as "corn" be.

- [Everyone laughing] - [Garby bleating]

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