Season 2 Episode 22: IT'S TURBO TIME! RACE TO THE RESCUE PART 1!
March 29th, 2030
Ryder sighed as he stood in the sun wearing the Red Turbo Ranger costume. "Remind me why you're making me wear this?" Ryder grumbled.
"Because I'm wearing the Green Turbo Ranger suit, and YOU SKIPPED OUT ON MAKING A MIGHTY MORPHIN RED RANGER SUPER SUIT FOR WHEN WE DO SUPERHERO RESCUES WITH OUR MIGHTY PUPS!" Ben reminded Ryder.
They were helping set up for the Adventure Bay 500 race that was going to be held today. Crowds of people across the country had gathered here today. "Ron Rapidfire here at the start of an exciting road race, the Adventure Bay 500! This race course has been set up with the help of the town's very own rescue force, the PAW Patrol!" The announcer yelled out excitedly.
"Starting lights coming in!" Skye announced as she set the lights on the mount that it was designated for.
Rocky was placing racing flags on the sides of the bleachers as Rubble set down some concrete barriers to keep the racers on the track. Tuck, Ella, and Wild were currently sitting next to Ben and Ryder as Alex made sure that the wiring for the starting lights was done correctly. "Everyone, great job! The track looks ready to race!" Ben told them all as they wrapped up their work.
The pups howled in response, pleased that they had done well with helping prepare the track. "I'm so excited! This is going to be one heck of a race!" Wild cheered as he licked his paws.
"Me too! I've always liked watching races!" Ella agreed.
"And I've always been interested in what makes those machines work! I was surprised to learn that Marshall was the most knowledgeable about how race cars were built and how they function! I would have expected Rocky to know about that!" Tuck commented.
"Marshall's a pup of many interests and talents, you know!" Ryder chuckled, giving the male golden retriever a pat on the head.
"The fans anxiously await for a glimpse of their favorite racer, the Whoosh! If he wins the Adventure Bay 500 today, he won't just win today's race, but he'll also score enough points to win the overall season championship!" Ron narrated.
Marshall was currently cleaning up the display board. "The Whoosh's car looks even faster up close! But the Whoosh himself doesn't look quite right…" Marshall mused. Scrubbing a section of the board that had a bit of grime on it, the teeth of his racing idol shined at him. "There we go! Now his super turbo ten cylinder nitrous-infused race car and his smile is shining!" Marshall exclaimed as his ladder went back down.
Skye giggled as she flew by Marshall. "Wow, Marshall! You must be the Whoosh's biggest fan ever!" Skye said.
Marshall nodded his head in agreement. "I am! I've seen every one of his races! I can't believe I'm finally going to meet him in person… that is, if he slows down long enough." Marshall chuckled. He started to pantomime a race car before falling down his ladder.
"The Whoosh is sure to be tested by this fast field of challengers! Among the contenders for today's contest include Riff Rockenblock, Lionel Lightspeed, and Willy Wildwheels Junior!" Ron proclaimed.
"This rocker's ready to roll!" The DJ turned turbo racer exclaimed, performing a riff on her air guitar.
"Science concurs that my race car is closer to breaking the speed of light than any other vehicle on this planet!" The scientist boasted.
"Like Daddy always told me, 'watch out for the wide wheels', heh heh! Cuz they're gonna wreck your chances of winning!" The country racer crowed.
"However, the Whoosh's fiercest competitor is the sneaky fast speedster known as… THE CHEETAH!" Ron roared, and the purple and orange spotted race car drove up.
Ryder gasped. "Oh no…!" Ryder groaned as he saw the familiar face of Mayor Humdinger's sister. Scanning the bleachers, the PAW Patrol's leader could see Harold smirking.
"Not the Cheetah!" Wild moaned.
"Wild, Ryder, you know that woman?" Ben asked.
"That's Mayor Humdinger's sister, and Harold's mom! She tried to steal the treasure of Wild Wilbur from us! I completely forgot that she was going to race in the 500 today!" Ryder revealed.
"Like the wily wildcat that she's named after, the Cheetah has three speeds: fast, faster, and fastest! She's one of the most spirited drivers to ever operate a turbo charged car!" Ron spoke.
The spunky haired racer drifted her vehicle a little, sending smoke and dust into the faces of the Paw Patrol and causing them to cough. "Eat my dust, dumb mutts!" The Cheetah snickered, relishing in the idea of getting some payback on the pups.
"The Cheetah is even faster in her vehicle than she is on foot!" Chase cried out, worried at the chances of Marshall's hero winning this championship.
"Yeah, she's fast, but the Whoosh is faster, and he's nicer than her too!" Marshall declared.
"I hope so, but where is he?" Rubble wondered.
Some meowing was heard as Harold came running up to his mom, the Kitten Catastrophe Crew waddling up behind him. "There's the best racer in the whole wide world! Nice trophy, isn't it, mom?" Harold grinned.
"Even nicer with this first place face, and the head of the genius behind my racing vessel!" She exclaimed.
"When we- I mean, when you win this trophy, it'll look great back home in Foggy Bottom!" Harold complimented.
All of a sudden, they were interrupted by the arrival of a sleek red racing car, with an African American man behind the wheel. Taking off his helmet, his bright white smile glinted in the sunlight. "THE WHOOSH!" Marshall squealed in delight.
"Hey fans! Would have been here sooner, but I had to brush my teeth after breakfast!" The Whoosh joked. The crowd erupted into applause and cheering. "It's a great day for racing, and it's always a great day for flossing, kids!" The racing celebrity said to the camera.
"See, guys?! The Whoosh is the best!" Marshall told his family.
"I can see why you think that, Marshall!" Ryder agreed.
"Though if you ask me, he could do with a little bit less product placement. You don't see me or Ryder shilling out and telling people to buy our Paw Patrol merchandise." Ben commented.
The Cheetah crossed her arms and scowled at the Whoosh. "Everyone thinks he's so great just because he wins a lot, and his teeth are twinkly. And he acts 'nice'. Screw him and his stupid fans!" The Cheetah growled.
"Yeah, it's dumb! You spend hours getting yourself ready for your public appearances, and you carefully go over your hair, your purple lipstick, your fingernails, and your mascara and eyeliner!" Harold chimed in.
"Well, maybe his personality is what wins his fans over." Ben shot back, earning glares from the two Humdingers.
"Now, racing is a team sport, folks. So let's say hello to the heroic helpers that will keep these racers rolling! The official Adventure Bay 500 pit crew!" Ron then shouted out.
"Getting to work on those awesome machines? Whoever that pit crew is, they're really lucky!" Marshall sighed, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Well, don't you worry, Marshall. Because the pit crew that'll be helping these racers… is US!" Ben proudly declared as a vehicle similar in appearance to the PAW Patroller drove up.
This one was checkerboard patterned like a racing flag, however. Robo-Dog honked the horn at them as the pups all gasped and cried out in awe. "Pups, say hello to the Race Patroller! When the racers need help, we'll need to get to them super fast, and that's why we've upgraded your vehicles!" Ryder introduced their new vehicle.
"COOL!" Rocky squealed excitedly.
"Wow!" Skye yipped.
The group then ran up the ramp of the back of the vehicle and went inside the Race Patroller. "With the Race Patroller serving as a mobile pit stop, we'll be able to fix cars right on the track!" Tuck realized.
"Nobody but ME touches my cheat- my CHEETAHMOBILE. Harold, you made the modifications to that van of yours, right?" The Cheetah asked.
"Yup, I sure did!" Harold smirked confidently, pressing a button on his remote.
The Mega Mayormobile suddenly rolled up onto the racetrack, equipped with turbo boosters and a whole armada of tools to fix his mom's car. The Kitten Catastrophe Crew ran inside of Harold's vehicle and emerged wearing pit crew uniforms. "Sorry, Paw Patrol, but only my son and his kittens have permission to work on my ride!" The Cheetah taunted.
While the Paw Patrol was busy examining their new race patroller, Harold had Catastrophe Green squirt some adhesive glue underneath the Whoosh's tires. "Racers, to your starting positions! The grand prix will begin shortly!" Ron Rapidfire told everyone. The Whoosh got in his car and everyone began to rev up their engines. "The race is ten laps around the track. And now, our official starter, Mayor Goodway, will start things off!" Ron narrated.
"GOOD LUCK, RACERS! READY, SET… RACE!" Genevieve cried out, waving the flag.
All of the racers except for the Whoosh shot forward and zoomed down the racetrack. "AND THEY'RE OFF! Uh oh! Except for the Whoosh, who's stuck at the starting line!" Ron gasped.
"Oh no! Pit crew, something's wrong!" The Whoosh yelped.
"Oooh, ooh! I can help! I'm ready for a ruff ruff repair!" Marshall barked enthusiastically, before getting his scanner out of his pup pack.
"Pistons, supercharger, cam shaft, all systems seem to be in perfect condition… wait, something's stuck onto your back tires! HYDRO BLASTER!" Marshall shouted, activating his blasters and dousing the sticky substance off of the wheels. "HIT IT, WHOOSH!" Marshall encouraged.
The racer gave him a nod and flew forward. "Thanks pup! You really know cars!" The Whoosh complimented the dalmatian as he sped down the track.
"Oh, I-I could never drive as fast as you!" Marshall stammered, blushing as he was praised by his idol.
"Really? Because I don't need an x-ray scanner to know that you've got the heart of a racer! Now, I've got some catching up to do!" The Whoosh told Marshall as he drove after the other competitors.
"The Whoosh is catching up!? What happened?!" The Cheetah hissed.
"That stupid spotted dog unglued our sticky scheme! Good thing that wasn't the only trick we have up our sleeves!" Harold answered.
As Lionel Lightspeed came up and drove side by side with the devious racer, she pressed a button, and a spike shot out from her wheel and embedded itself in the scientist's wheels, causing his car to spin out as the tires flew off. "Somehow, Lionel's lost all of his wheels at once! Riff and Willy avoid disaster, but the Whoosh simply goes faster! He's caught up to the pack!" Ron yelled out in surprise.
"It appears my chance of victory is over…" Lionel lamented.
"Not if we can help it!" Ben's voice declared.
"Don't worry, Lionel! The pit crew will get you back in this race!" Ryder reassured.
The Race Patroller parked next to Lionel's vehicle and loaded his car onto the repair bay. Wild used his superspeed to roll the wheels back up and get them to the reattacher. The machinery did the rest of the work as the tires were reinstalled onto the scientist's vessel. "According to my calculations, I should be able to accelerate…" Lionel chuckled.
"NOW!" All of the Paw Patrol canines shouted. Lionel slammed his foot down on the accelerator and burst forward. After three laps, the Cheetah was still in the lead, but Riff was coming up on her tail. However, with the press of a button, gas spewed out from the Cheetah's vehicle, lowering the visibility of the other racers.
"Blue fog!? Some sort of weird weather must have blown onto the course! Whatever the source, it's blown Riff Rockenblock off of the track! Willy Wildwheels Junior also has gone off course!" Ron mused as two of the racers wiped out.
"Blue fog!? That's not weather…!" Wild growled.
"I'm beginning to think we have a saboteur." Ben remarked.
"We'll deal with that later. Right now, we have to help the drivers get back into the competition." Ryder reminded them.
Chase used his winch to retrieve Willy's ride from the mud that he had landed in while Marshall used his hydro blasters to cool down Riff's engine, which was heating up to dangerous levels. Then, the dalmatian cleaned off Willy's car before both of the racers drove back onto the course. Now, the Cheetah and the Whoosh were facing off against each other. "Come on, Whoosh!" Skye cheered.
"Yeah, he needs to pull ahead!" Rocky exclaimed.
"No, it's too soon! The Whoosh always takes a pit stop near the end of the race in order to get new tires and a topped off fuel supply for a big finish!" Marshall revealed.
"Good call, Marshall! I'm coming into the pits!" The Whoosh's voice chimed in.
"Roger that! Pit crew pups, get ready to ratchet!" Marshall commanded. The Race Patroller and Rocky did the fastest job they could with reapplying the tires. "You're good to go, go, go!" Marshall roared as his hero took a bite out of his energy bar.
"THE WHOOSH IS BACK ON THE TRACK IN RECORD TIME! But the Cheetah now has a very large lead on him!" Ron Rapidfire proclaimed as the Whoosh closed the distance between him and his opponents.
"Mom, you've gotta go faster, he's going to overtake you!" Harold yelped.
"I don't need to go faster! I can just make him go slower!" His mother sneered confidently as she ejected a special button from her car, planting it on the Whoosh's vehicle.
"WHAAAAAAAAOOOOOOO!" The Whoosh yelled as he spun out of control, his car tumbling into the grass as his elbow slammed against the side of his cockpit.
"OH NO! Whoosh, are you okay!?" Chase whimpered.
"Agh… I must have banged my arm when I slid to a stop!" The racer grimaced as he clutched his arm.
Using the EMT scanner, Marshall was horrified to discover that the Whoosh's arm was extremely sprained. "It's sprained very badly! You won't be able to race in this condition!" Marshall gasped.
"Darn it… Marshall, you're right… I can't drive like this. I'm going to have to drop out." The Whoosh sighed.
"But you'll lose the race!" Rubble protested.
All of the pups whimpered as Wild ran up to the Whoosh's car and saw something. Extending his claws, he was able to pry off a badge with the emblem of the Kitten Catastrophe Crew on it. "Sorry pups, but the Whoosh can't drive if he's injured! This thing has a triple turbo, super charged up power plant, with interchangeable torsion bar suspension, as well as a high performance braking system! Driving a vehicle like that while injured could be really dangerous!" Marshall told the others.
The Whoosh's eyes lit up as he heard Marshall list off the exact specifications of his vehicle. "You could drive it, Marshall!" The celebrity suggested.
"WHAT?!" Ben and Marshall cried out in shock.
"You know more about my ride than anyone else here. Heck, you might even know more about it than I do! And my cockpit and controls are just the right size for you to operate them. Come on, the Cheetah is getting farther away every second! What do you say, little buddy?" The Whoosh offered.
Everyone except Ben and Ryder vocalized their support. "Yeah, Marshall!" Tuck cheered.
"If any of us can fill in for the Whoosh, it's my fire fighting brother!" Ella encouraged.
"We believe in you, Marshall!" Wild yowled.
"GO MARSHALL!" Chase howled.
The lack of a response from Ryder and Ben was a little disheartening, but Marshall nodded his head. This was the chance of a lifetime! "OKAY! I'll do it!" Marshall declared.
The dalmatian hopped into the Whoosh's car and pressed his paw on the ignition after getting his seat belt secure, shooting back onto the racetrack and driving past the other vehicles. "With the final lap beginning, it looks like nothing can stop the Cheetah from defeating her arch rival, the Whoosh! BUT WAIT! HERE COMES THE WHOOSH'S CAR… WHO IS THAT DRIVING IT!? IS THAT A PUP!? THIS JUST IN, FOLKS! TAKING OVER FOR THE WHOOSH IS NONE OTHER THAN THE FIREFIGHTING PUP OF THE PAW PATROL, MARSHALL!" Ron Rapidfire bellowed out, a sparkle in his eyes like never before. Seeing that pup drive filled his heart with excitement!
Ben and Ryder gasped as Marshall piloted the racing vessel like he had been doing this ever since the day he was born. "He's doing it… he's really doing it!" Ryder breathed in shock.
Closing in on the Cheetah, the female snarled as she turned her car around and sped up, pushing her motor to the max. "This spotted canine is driving the Whoosh's well oiled machine like a pro, yet this is his first race ever…? Wait, I'm receiving an update! THIS IS NOT MARSHALL'S FIRST RACE! He has one racing trophy to his name, having won a grand prix by the name of the Adventure Bay Road Race last December! This wily Cheetah has a real race on her hands now, folks!" Ron roared out, one of his aides whispering about Marshall's previous racing victory to him.
"THIS IS MY RACE, YOU DUMB DOG! GET OUT OF MY WAY!" The Cheetah screeched at her opponent.
"If you say so!" Marshall smirked, pressing the accelerator a little bit more and getting ahead of the Humdinger.
"MARSHALL HAS TAKEN THE LEAD AS THEY HEAD FOR THE FINISH LINE!" Ron announced.
"That pup is finished all right!" The Cheetah angrily said as she unleashed her secret weapon. Launching a suction cup onto the back of Marshall's car, she slammed on the brakes and drifted, using her vehicle's momentum to slingshot to victory.
"What!? WHOA!" Marshall yelped as he spun out of control. "What did I do!? WHAT DO I DO!? HELP!" He panicked as he whirled around wildly.
"The winner of the Adventure Bay 500 is… CARLY CARMINE HUMDINGER, ALSO KNOWN AS THE CHEETAH!" Ron declared.
"What!? NO! SHE CHEATED!" Wild shouted in anger. He was going to give the racing people a piece of his mind when this was done.
Right now, though, Marshall needed their support, as he passed the finish line last. "MARSHALL!" Ben cried out, running to his pup and picking him up.
Right now, the speedy pup was dizzy, and looked rather nauseous. "Are you okay!?" Ryder asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm all right… but I lost." Marshall sadly said.
"It's okay, Marshall!" Tuck assured his bro.
"Yeah, you tried your best!" Ella comforted him.
"Well, I guess my best wasn't very good." Marshall mumbled dejectedly.
"You almost won, though!" Chase pointed out.
"It was so close, Marsh!" Rocky exclaimed.
"You did amazing, Marshall!" Skye complimented.
"Marshall! Are you all right?!" The Whoosh inquired, running over to the pup who had courageously stepped into his car to finish the race for him.
"Yeah, but I'm sorry I let you down! I was just about to win, but then I lost control of your car, and…" Marshall apologized, his voice trailing off.
"I know you feel bad, but you'll do better next time!" The Whoosh promised.
"I don't think there's going to be a next time… because I don't want to race again." Marshall whimpered.
"EXCITING NEWS, RACING FANS! THERE'S GOING TO BE ANOTHER RACE! Because the Whoosh finished last in this rally, the accumulated total for all of the participants in today's contest has become exactly equal! This means we have a tie for first place overall! I'm not quite sure that I believe it myself, but in just a few days, we will be holding a final championship race to end out the season! Winner takes it all in this round the world road rally!" Ron suddenly revealed.
While the commentator spoke about the upcoming race and interviewed the Whoosh, Marshall looked at Ben and Ryder with a distraught expression. "Ryder…? Ben…? Why didn't you give me any words of encouragement when the Whoosh asked me to take over for him in the race?" Marshall questioned.
Ben and Ryder gasped as they realized they hadn't voiced support for their racer pup! Ben took off his helmet and Ryder did the same. Both of them bent down on their knees so they could speak with Marshall and make eye contact with their pup. "When the Whoosh picked you to drive for him… me and Ryder were scared. Racing at high speeds like that is dangerous." Ben answered.
"We didn't know what to say, we were just worried…" Ryder added.
"So… you didn't believe in me?" Marshall whimpered sadly.
Immediately, Ben shook his head no. "OF COURSE WE BELIEVED IN YOU! We were just nervous… but that nervousness vanished instantly when we saw you masterfully handle the Whoosh's race car like that." Ryder replied.
"We should never have been nervous about you racing like that. You won the Adventure Bay Road Race, after all. The Whoosh is counting on you to race for him in that final championship. Come on, Marshall. We know you can do this!" Ben pleaded.
Marshall smiled as he felt a renewed surge of confidence flow through him. "And I'll coach you, Marshall. You've got the heart of a racer. With training, I know you'll be able to take the championship home! We all believe in you! The next step is for you to believe in yourself." The Whoosh assured.
"I'll do it! Whoosh, you can count on me to race for you in the last grand prix!" Marshall announced.
Meanwhile, Wild drove up to the Cheetah on his motorcycle. "HEY! Hairball!" Wild growled at the racer.
"What did you just call me!?" The Cheetah yelled in outrage.
"A hairball, because you act like one! I saw you use your plunger thing on Marshall's car, and you placed a badge on the Whoosh's vehicle that caused him to break his arm! You only won today because you cheated!" Wild snarled.
"Oh yeah?! You can't prove anything, kitten!" Harold argued.
"Then if you're so skilled, then I bet you wouldn't have any problem winning in a different vehicle!" Wild challenged them.
"Of course I wouldn't have a problem with using a different vehicle! I'm one of the best racers in the whole freaking world. I'll race that dumb pup with a brand new ride!" The Cheetah shouted in defiance.
Then she realized what she had just agreed to.
"If you don't show up with a new ride, then you're not a woman of your word, and I'll make sure your vehicle has no weapons or anything that you can use to sabotage the other racers!" Wild promised.
Things were heating up! In just a few days, Marshall and the Cheetah would have their fated rematch! A cross-continental championship that would travel across the globe, and it would determine who is the fastest racer! Who would win!? The upcoming shooting star rookie, or the devious champion of cheaters?! FIND OUT ON THE CONCLUSION, COMING SOON TO FANFICTION WEBSITES NEAR YOU!