Ryder and his squad of pups were driving along the highway, heading toward Foggy Bottom. "We should be coming upon them soon." Ryder stated. "How are we looking, Skye? Do you see them yet?"

Skye extended her goggles lens and scanned the area. "Nope." She shook her head. "No sign of...wait! I see them! Yip, yip. Oh no. They're stuck against a tree, and the car is partly stuck into the ground, Ryder."

"All right, Skye. Let's go, pups!" Ryder commanded as they sped up to the area. Skye was hovering in her helicopter right above the accident scene. "Chase, I need you to set up your cones to keep the traffic away from the area."

"Chase is on the case." Chase said as he drove toward the end of the road. He halted his truck to a stop and arranged the cones so that passing cars could go about their business and not stop causing a jam to spectate the accident.


"I hear them!" Katie announced excitedly as the sound of sirens and screeching tires came closer.

"Oh, good." Mitsy sighed heavily. Ryder and his pups pulled up near the car and hopped off their vehicles.

"Katie! Jess, Mitsy. We're here now. Are you guys okay?" Ryder asked, looking up. Katie peeked her head outside the window as she crawled up to the elevated back seat.

"As well as can be expected," Katie shrugged. "I'm okay, Ryder."

"Don't worry, Mitsy. We'll have you guys out of here in no time." Ryder smiled. "Rocky? Chase? Let's inspect the damage." The two pups examined the damaged car from top to bottom and all sides.

"Looks like they're pretty stuck, Ryder." Rocky commented. Ryder walked over to Mitsy's side where the vehicle was braced tightly against the bark of a sturdy tree.

"You okay, Mitsy?" He asked.

"Yeah." Mitsy sighed. "I just want to get out of this mess."

"Don't worry, we're here to help. Rubble, lift your rig rake to help Jessie and Katie down from the car."

"Rubble on the double." Rubble answered, driving his rig. "Woof, woof." He lifted the rake upwards. "Climb in, Jessie. I'll be gentle. I promise." Jessie leaned over as far as she could and as best she could using her left hand, she shoved the car door open. She dangled her long legs over the edge and sat down in Rubble's rake. He gently set her on the ground then prepared to get Katie and Cali.

"Thanks, little partner." Jessie slightly smiled.

"No problem." Rubble smiled. "Come on, Katie. Your turn."

"Thanks, Rubble." Katie smiled back. "Come on, Cali. Let's go." But Cali freaked out when she saw how high above the ground they were and she clung to the seat. "Cali, come on." Katie insisted. Her kitten gulped and hopped on her head, clasping it entirely. Katie couldn't see and tumbled into Rubble's rake. He gasped and tried to quickly, gently set her down, then he quickly hopped out.

"You okay, Katie?'" He asked worried.

"Are you all right?" Chase asked. They'd all crowded around. Cali finally scrambled off. Katie shook her head and fluttered her eyes.

"Uh, yes. I think so." She said.

"Are you sure?" Ryder asked, helping her stand.

"Yes. Thanks, Ryder." Katie smiled.

"I'm so glad you're all right," Rubble exhaled in relief. "Be more careful next time, Cali." He scolded. "Katie could've gotten hurt." Cali stuck her nose up in the air and walked away.

"Marshall, check Jessie's thumb to make sure it's not broken." Ryder said.

"Ruff, ruff. X-ray screen!" Marshall barked as the machine came out of his pup pack. "Ooo. Sorry, looks like it is broken, Jessie."

"Darn it." Jessie growled, pounding her other fist into the grass. Her thumb really did hurt badly, but she was trying to tough it out.

"Don't worry. I'll ice it and then splint it." Marshall said cheerfully. He tended her finger and soon it was bandaged.

"Thanks." Jessie muttered in embarrassment.

"Good work, Marshall." Ryder praised. "Now, let's get that car out!" The pups barked as they rushed to help. "Mitsy, where's the plaque?"

"In the trunk." Mitsy answered. "I hope it's okay."

"Hmm. Let's see. Rubble, we can use your shovel to dig the front end of the car out of the ground. Chase, we'll sue your wench hook to drag the car away from the tree. Rocky, use your tools to fix the blown out tire. Marshall, we'll need you to X-ray the plaque to make sure it's still intact. Hang tight, Mitsy. The Paw Patrol is on it."

"I'm trying." Mitsy sighed.

"Woof, woof. Shovel!" Rubble commanded and started digging. While he did that, Rocky changed the tire. Soon the front bumper of the car had space to move around in from the hole Rubble had made.

"Excellent, Rubble." Ryder said. "Okay, Chase! Use your wench to pull it out."

"Ruff. Wench!" Chase barked and the cable started to retract, but the car wouldn't budge. "Uh oh." Chase yiped. "The car won't come."

"It's wedged in tight with that tree." Ryder said. "Rocky, can you find something in your truck to slit through the narrow space?"

"Don't lose it, reuse it." Rocky wagged his tail and hurried to sort through his stash of recycle. "Hmm. Nuh-uh. Nope, I don't think so. Maybe...oh! This will work." Rocky pattered back with sheet of tin. "Here we go. Pincers." He clipped the sheet and carefully shoved it through the paper thin opening. The sharp blade broke off some of the tree's bark.

"Perfect." Ryder grinned with a thumb's up. "Great job, Rocky. Rubble, use your rig to lift the car out of the dirt." Rubble obeyed and the car was finally on solid ground. "Okay, Chase! Pull her out!"

"Ruff! Wench hook." Chase commanded and this time the cable pulled the car away, back onto solid ground.

"Yes! All right." Ryder cheered and rushed to Mitsy's door. "Can you get out, Mitsy?"

"Let's see." Mitsy said and tried opening the door, but was plugged solid shut. "Uh oh. Got any more spare parts, Rocky?"

"Sure do. We can use this hanger to insert through the door." The pup suggested, following his own advice. It worked!

"Thanks, bud." Mitsy smiled and opened the door, and climbed out to stretch her legs. "Thanks, Ryder."

"Mitsy, look at that ugly bruise on your arm." Chase commented.

"Oh. Well, it hurts, but I'll live." Mitsy shrugged. "We need to check on the plaque!"

"Right!" Chase agreed. "Katie, can you get out the plaque so Marshall can check it?"

"Mmm-hmm." Katie nodded. She carefully picked up and opened the box, gingerly lifting the heavy object and removing its safety wrap. "It looks safe to me."

"X-ray!" Marshall declared. "I'm not finding any cracks. Looks good to go."

"Hooray!" They all cheered. "But, how about the car?" Rubble questioned with worry.

"The front's all dirty, and the door is scratched." Marshall commented. "Water cannon!" And he sprayed the front bumper and tires all clean.

"Thank you." Mitsy smiled. Rocky found a little blue paint in his truck and smoothly painted it onto the car's surface, then blow-dried it.

"There. Now everything's perfect." Jessie smiled. "Excellent work, partner." She gave a thumb's up to Ryder.

"Thanks for saving us, Ryder." Katie hugged him.

"You're welcome." Ryder smiled back.

"Come here, you pups." Mitsy knelt down and scratched behind Rubble's and Rocky's ears. "You too, Chase and Marshall. You earned it."

"Ooohhh," Chase panted contentedly. "Oh yeah, right there."

"Thanks for all your help, pups." Mitsy said. "You saved the day."

"Happy to help." Marshall licked her, making her giggle.

"Remember, if you ever need us, just yelp for help." Ryder said.

"Good grief!" Jessie gasped, looking at her iphone. "It's getting late! We'd better get back."

"Just to make sure you don't have any more accidents, the Paw Patrol will be happy to give you an official ceremony escort." Ryder said proudly.

"Thanks!" Mitsy cheered. "Let's go, girls!" As they all returned to their vehicles, Cali didn't want to get back in the car. So she hopped in the back of Chase's truck without his knowledge.

"All right, Paw Patrol is on a...a...a...a..." Chase gasped, trying not to sneeze, but was powerless. "A...a...a...a...a...achoo! On a roll," he finished, shaking his head.


Unfortunately, in real life, we don't have the Paw Patrol to come to our rescue like that every time we have car problems.