My original story and another were deleted because I saw how awful the writing styles were, so I had to reprove writing and improvise differently.
So much for accidents or schemes happening everyday, calls on phones for this one service to appear and save their lives or save the day. No job is too big, no pup is too small! Paw Patrol, to the Lookout! Then those events were handled completely. Everyday, all day, the dogs and Ryder are in bondage, finishing their own days in random games and play it excitedly. How many hours and times going forward, the calling are about emergencies, that means Ryder has a chance to build reputations and values with his famous dogs. It wasn't their dreams but happily carrying his intentions as pets and rescuers.
At the further place of the bay, man with electrified hair, black suit, and untied shoes in appearance. Sat on his chair, scrolling down in desktops during his break at his office. He always had one job: fixing what is bizarre and renounce them. Once in his breaks, he had known about Adventure Bay, then he considered it nonsense after he read from history to modernity. Either it is bad or rather it is good to ignore. He seems in need to replace them, to disown and scatter them, or to report it to his superior.
Treading along and passing the employees, he came down three stories of stairs in order to wend direction for the mayor's office. Stevenson's office.
The mayor gave an agitated face, disturbed with his paperworks as prevented by the electrifying haired politician man. "I have some odd story to tell you," he said, clutched his hand behind his back. Mayor Stevenson spun his chair to stare at his screen to say in that mouth refutably, "Not now, Dr. Newark. I'm rewriting the mistakes I had with the general at the further banks."
Quick to see his hand reach the paper, Newark said unstably and simple, "It's about Adventure Bay." The mayor froze while he tilted, sighing and sat to say, "Your story has nothing to do on resolving, I might as well fire you. Where you could go back to your family's basement, because you need to refocus on your mind, seriously." Looking careworn to listen at his tedious request, Newark began his orations.
The mayor reclaimed his conversions, spun to fiddle his pigmented skin, guessing what to perform. He heard Newark's conclusions with Ryder's parents, some people theorizes where they are. "Are Ryder's parents found?" Which Newark exclaimed in response to that question. Stevenson expressed and said softly, "Get reinforcers to fare at Adventure Bay, I got to deal with Ryder to revisit his parents." Whilst that Steveson fiddled his chin and had pigmented skin, Newark also fiddled his pale cheeks and has pale skin, smiling and exits his office. Newark wasn't smiling for Ryder to be kicked out, it was for the job to finish.
It took few days to addition the jobs of hierarchies. Dogs and Ryder had not had calls unintended to deliberate, for their calling service therefore is cut off. It became midnight and dogs were in their house made vehicles. Ryder was up and in room, gazing at streetlights. Perhaps staying there caused patience with a dark truck arriving. Inside the pup houses, soundproof for them to wake up. Only Ryder saw in edge of Lookout to examine there up the truck. Newark, which Ryder didn't knew, awaits from an exit and gives that scary leer, causing Ryder to quiver his spines off.
Ryder came down the Lookout to introduce himself, it done the same with Newark's name spoken. "Mayor Stevenson refers you to see your parents. Here's the file." Ryder received it from his hands and Newark reinputs himself in the truck to the back seat. "Tell it to Mayor Steveson, Mr. Devin," the truck left. Ryder was left surprised in front of his garage, mystery solved where they may be at. His parents were very far from home.