Chapter 1

It was a bright and warm day in Adventure Bay. The sun was shining across the blue water and a light breeze roamed the town. People are seen at the beach or at their local jobs performing their duties, though one location was more special then the others. The Lookout was the home of six pups and a ten year old boy, or commonly known as, the Paw Patrol. The patrol are always helping Adventure Bay with emergencies with their talented pups and gear. But in their free time, they catch up on fun and relaxing. Right now, the pups are seen playing tag outside in their spacious yard while their leader was nowhere to be seen.

"Tag! Your it!" exclaimed a bulldog. He was the team's construction pup and was known for his unbelievable appetite. Previously he was named 'It' , but that was until he tagged a shaggy haired mix breed.

"Hey! No fair Rubble, I wasn't ready!" The pup chuckled. He was the team's eco friendly recycling pup, with a known and heavy case of aquaphobia.

"Don't worry Rocky, if you hurry you don't have to be it anymore!" That was the cockapoo scurrying past him. She was the only girl on the team, though she didn't mind as she has her favorite job. She was the team's air rescue pup.

Elsewhere, a mysterious person was sneaking around the town, looking for an area to start trouble. He spotted Mr. Porter's van being filled with an assortment of vegetables and fruits, seeming to be making deliveries soon. The figure wearing dark grey clothes put a mask over his head and silently made his way over to the van's hood and opened it. He tampered with the engine and closed the hood back and quickly dispersed. "Now for my plan to be put into action. This will be the end of the beloved Paw Patrol!"

Whistling to himself, Mr. Porter casually put the last of his groceries in the trunk of his van and made his way to the driver's seat. He turned to his grandson who was on his 'super tricycle'. "Hey Alex, I'm heading out to deliver the groceries now. Behave."

"Okay grandpa!" Alex waved goodbye as Mr. Porter drove away. He was happily playing by himself until he heard loud swerving and a loud crash. Curious to what might have happened, the boy rode his tricycle to the area he heard the noise come from, which was near Katie's vet. But what he saw couldn't even describe in words to what he was seeing. There, to the side of her vet building, was his grandfather's delivery truck. Alex started sobbing but he knew he had to call the Paw Patrol, in hopes to make it all better.

Ryder, the leader and owner of the Paw Patrol, was tuning up his ATV when he received a call on his pup pad. He was under the actual vehicle when the call came through, so he accidentally bumped his head by the sudden noise. Pulling out from under it, he groaned and rubbed his forehead in pain but picked up his pup pad and saw that Alex's icon was showing. "Hey Alex. What's up?"

Alex didn't answer, for only he stuttered to say anything in the mess of tears and whimpers that were emanating from him. Ryder was now worried, seeing the very upset child. "Hey, Alex. What happened? Are you okay?"

"I-I-It's g-grandpa! He c-c-crashed into Katie's vet. You need to help him!" Alex sobbed. The ten year old now knew the seriousness in the situation and nodded. "Don't worry Alex. We'll get Mr. Porter safe and sound."

"P-Promise?" Alex whimpered. The young inventor didn't know if promising was a good idea. He didn't want to get Alex too hopeful. What if Mr. Porter was hurt? What if he-? Ryder shook his head, he didn't want to conclude that theory. He knew that he and his team were to save everyone, like always.

"I promise." He ended the call and extended a pad that had a colorful button on it. He pressed it and spoke into the pup pad, "Paw Patrol to the Lookout!" Then he rushed up to the top of the tower.

The pups were still running around playing their game when Ryder's call came through. At once they stopped where they were, "Ryder needs us!" they yelled in unison. One by one, they entered the Lookout and into the elevator, though one pup came in last. He was rolling in on a skateboard and crashed making a pile of pups. The dalmatian, the team's clumsy fire and EMT pup, popped his head out of the jumble.

"I guess I was Ruff Ruff rolling too fast," Marshall chuckled. The others laughed along with the joke. The elevator doors closed and started rising, then made a stop for the pups to get into their gear, then resumed going into the top. Once they reached it, the pups jumped out and lined up in an orderly fashion.

"Paw Patrol ready for action, Ryder sir!" Chase exclaimed, putting a paw down with authority. He was the second in command and the police and spy pup, always ready for action.

"Thanks for coming pups. We have a serious emergency, and will need all paws on deck. Mr. Porter crashed his van into Katie's vet shop," Ryder informed. All the pups gasped when he paused, though after they let the information sink in he continued. " Chase your going to keep the people away from the scene, use your traffic cones and megaphone to get the job done."

"Chase is on the case!" The german shepherd stepped forward with determination.

"Marshall, I need you and your EMT equipment to check if MR. Porter is okay and if there are any more injuries from any casualties."

"I'm ready for a Ruff Ruff rescue!" The dalmatian exclaimed.

"Rocky, I need you to see if you can somehow patch up Katie's shop and if the van is salgable."

"Green means go!" The mix-breed exclaimed.

"Rubble, I need you and your rig to move Mr. Porter's van once we get him out of there. It might not be safe."

"Rubble on the double!" The bulldog said enthusiastically.

"Zuma and Skye, I need you to help Rocky and check if Katie is okay."

"Let's dive in!" Said the chocolate labrador, he being the team's aqua rescue pup.

"Let's take to the sky!" The cockapoo yipped, doing a back flip.

"Paw Patrol is on a roll!" With saying one of his many catchphrases, Ryder runs to the fire pole and slides down to the garage. After he was out of sight, the pups slid down the slide and into their vehicles. Once Ryder exited out of the garage on his ATV, the pups followed in pursuit.

To be continued