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In the Lookout Tower, Ryder was doing push-ups with Rubble. Suddenly, the big screen blinked to life.

“I’m not just muddy, I’m… glittery!” Marshall giggled, sneezing a puff of sparkles.

“There’s your swan!” laughed Rubble. PAW Patrol

“No job is too big, no pup is too small!” said Ryder. “Skye, we need air support!”

“Mayor Goodway’s boat is a wreck,” Ryder explained. “We need a new one, fast. But we also have to keep the river clean for the race. Zuma, I need you on river patrol. Rocky, you’re up for the boat build. The rest of you, help the crowd stay safe.” In the Lookout Tower, Ryder was doing push-ups with Rubble

“This pup’s gotta fly!” Skye swooped down with her helicopter. She dangled a net just above the water. With a perfect swoop, she scooped up the soggy, headless swan.

Zuma used his water cannons to gently push the stray bits of glitter and paper to the shore where Marshall was waiting to scoop them up. “There’s your swan

Chickaletta, still purple from the paint incident, waddled over and sat proudly on the front of the bathtub.

The old bathtub was now a magnificent ship. The blue tarp was a sail, the birdhouse was the captain’s cabin, and the plastic bottles were pontoons to keep it steady. He painted a giant paw print on the side.

At the river, Zuma zipped through the water on his hovercraft, making sure no balloons or stray oars blocked the path. “All clear, Ryder!” he reported.