Season 2 Episode 23: IT'S TURBO TIME! RACE TO THE RESCUE PART 2!
March 30th, 2030
Chase was setting up some traffic cones out in the desert for Marshall to use as a race course. Tuck and Ella were taking a break from all the high speed excitement and were back at the Lookout. "Okay, Marshall. Ready to get started?" The Whoosh asked.
"I think I am, Coach Whoosh, sir!" Marshall enthusiastically answered.
"All right. Then let's start by practicing in a vehicle that you're more comfortable in." The Whoosh suggested.
"Like my fire truck!" Marshall realized, running over to his trusty red engine and climbing behind the wheel.
"Exactly! That's the spirit! Hop in and get driving, little buddy!" The Whoosh exclaimed.
Marshall nodded his head as he put it into drive. "Now, take it nice and slow, and drive it around those cones. When you feel confident, you can start going faster." The Whoosh instructed.
"How much faster are we talking?" Marshall wondered, a little nervous.
"As fast as you can when you feel up to it! You've driven at rapid speeds before when the situation called for it." Ben reminded his pup.
Narrowing his eyes and adjusting his helmet, Marshall took off, and managed to stay inside the cones, drifting his fire truck between the sets of orange traffic pieces. Grinning, he started to speed up. "I'm doing it, I'm doing it!" Marshall yelled out as he continued to go through the cones, narrowly avoiding hitting one, but he managed to get through the track without hitting a single cone.
Little did they know, they were being watched. Harold was spying on them with some high magnification binoculars. "That mutt is learning from the Whoosh himself… I'd better tell Mom about this." Harold mused.
He called his mom, knowing she would be bored if he showed her the footage he was capturing. His mother picked up the phone quickly. "Hi, Harold honey! What's up?" Carly asked.
"Mom, Marshall's being taught how to race by the Whoosh… and I don't know how to make a completely new ride for you that's just as good as your current one." Harold told her.
"Lucky for you, I figured out a loophole. That challenging cat didn't say that I couldn't upgrade my current ride! If we add enough new parts, and change the paint job, it'll look completely different from this, and he won't be able to tell!" The Cheetah snickered.
"Then we'd better get to work! I think I know just who can… donate some parts for our cause!" Harold cackled evilly.
All of a sudden, Ben got a call on his Pup Pad. "Everest?! What's going on!?" Ben asked.
"It's not good, Ben! Me and Jake were helping Riff Rockenblock practice for the race, but these snowballs are chasing us down the cliff! I left my snowcat behind at the cabin, we need some help or else we might end up getting flattened!" Everest worriedly cried out.
"We're on it, Everest!" Ben promised.
"Oh no! Our friends are in trouble!" Rubble whimpered.
"How are we going to get there in time!? The Race Patroller is fast, but I don't think it's fast enough to do that!" Rocky pointed out.
"Everyone, get to your vehicles. It's time to use the upgrade that Ben and I installed! Yell out 'SHIFT INTO TURBO' and turn the dial that has the symbol of a wheel on it, pups!" Ryder instructed.
All of the pups (except for Marshal, who was already in his fire truck) quickly jumped into their pupmobiles and turned the dial up to max. "SHIFT INTO TURBO!" Chase, Marshall, Rubble, Rocky, Zuma, and Skye exclaimed.
Their vehicles then went through a sudden transformation, changing shape and morphing into racecar-like modes!
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"All paws on deck! Let's go and save the day!" Ryder shouted out as the Paw Patrol started to drive over to the mountains.
Within a matter of minutes, their high speed rides were able to cross through the desert, get through Adventure Bay, and arrive at Jake's location. "Woah! Look at the size of those snowballs!" Chase exclaimed.
"Rubble, use your scoop to stop them!" Ryder ordered.
Nodding his head, Rubble charged forward in his racecar and used the scoop at the front of his vehicle to slam into the massive snow boulders, sending them hurling away. Jake, Everest, and Riff came sliding to a stop at the edge of an icy cliff. Racing towards them, Rocky grabbed them with the arms on his Rescue Racer and drove them to safety. "Thanks for the lift! But who are you guys?!" Riff wondered, not recognizing them in their new Rescue Racers.
Ben grinned as an idea formed in his head. "Allow us to introduce ourselves…" The eighteen year old chuckled. "ZERO! Riding headfirst into danger to save those precious lives! Saving one's life is saving the future! RESCUE RACER… JADE!" Ben yelled, striking a pose and giving her a thumbs up.
Ryder gasped as he realized what Ben was trying to do, and the pups quickly caught on. "ONE! Taking time out of the day to help others! RESCUE RACER… CRIMSON!" Ryder declared.
"TWO! The deputized paws that uphold the laws and chase down criminals! RESCUE RACER… BLUE!" Chase howled.
"THREE! The blazing hot racing spirit that extinguishes the greatest of flames! RESCUE RACER… RED!" Marshall barked out.
"FOUR! The wheels that take to the air and fly to assist others! RESCUE RACER… PINK!" Skye yipped, doing a backflip.
"FIVE! The technical mind that shifts into top gear! RESCUE RACER… GREEN!" Rocky shouted.
"SIX! The unstoppable desire that tears down obstacles to give aid to people! RESCUE RACER… YELLOW!" Rubble roared.
"SEVEN! On land, sea, or air, we'll dive, drive, and fly to the rescue! RESCUE RACER… ORANGE!" Zuma cried out.
"KICKING OUR ENGINES INTO OVERDRIVE! TURBO POWER IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY! PAW PATROL RESCUE RACERS!" The two humans and six pups exclaimed.
Everest clapped her paws together enthusiastically. "Nice chant, you guys! And sweet new rides!" Everest complimented.
"Speaking of rides, I'd better get back to mine so I can continue to practice for the competition- OH NO!" Riff started to say, but gasped upon seeing her car had been dragged off.
"Tire tracks in the snow… someone might have dragged off your car, Riff!" Chase noted.
Suddenly, they got a call again. This time, it was from a new caller. "Hello, this is Ryder here. Who is this?" Ryder greeted.
Ben leaned over and grinned as he saw his extreme sports buddy. "Well, if it isn't the local legend himself, Daring Danny X! I thought you were too experienced to need the help of the Paw Patrol!" Ben chuckled.
"Normally I can handle myself just fine, but this isn't something that was my fault! Lionel Lightspeed and I were chatting, and Lionel was about to demonstrate his solar powered car when a blimp blocked out the sunlight and caused it to shut down! Some weird looking car kicked up a dust devil and now I'm skateboarding for my life with Lionel! Please hurry!" Danny begged, looking rather worried.
"We're on it! Rescue Racers, to the desert!" Ryder announced as they headed back in the direction that they had come from. Scanning the storm, Ben gasped as the data readings showed that this dust devil was packing wind speeds over ninety miles per hour!
"I could speed up ahead and use my ladder to get them!" Marshall suggested.
"Marshall, brilliant idea, and it would work under normal circumstances, but I'm afraid this sandstorm isn't natural! That dust devil's wind speeds far surpass the standard limits! This was made artificially, and that means it's powerful enough to potentially suck you up and toss you away! We need to go at this a different way. Skye, turn your Rescue Racer into jet mode and lend them your hook for them to grab onto!" Ben replied.
Her ride grew wings and took to the air, Skye activated the hook on her Rescue Racer and dangled it above Daring Danny X and Lionel. The two extreme sports fans grabbed onto the hook and Skye flew them to safety. "Thanks, you guys! That was the fastest rescue I've ever seen from you! Like, really fast! Those new rides pack some serious turbo power!" Danny gratefully told them.
"Indeed! You have my gratitude!" Lionel affirmed, before turning around and seeing his ride had been stolen. "My race car appears to have vanished…" Lionel lamented.
"Another missing race car? Something suspicious is going on here." The Whoosh remarked.
As they drove back from the desert, Farmer Al called them. "Hi, Farmer Al!" Ryder said.
"Ryder, a purple looking race car knocked my ladder out from underneath me while I was fixing up my silo! I dropped my hammer and it bonked against the metal exterior of the silo, making sparks fly! My hay bales are smoking and they'll be catching fire soon!" Farmer Al nervously yelped.
"On our way!" Ryder promised before ending the call. "PAW Patrol, to Farmer Al's!" Ryder ordered.
The group sped up and Marshall took the lead. However, he started to swerve out of control. "Uh oh! Ben! I'm having a bit of trouble controlling my ride! I'm not sure if I can control it!" Marshall whimpered.
"Yes you can, Marshall! I know you can!" Ben comforted him.
"I believe in you too, little buddy! Just stay calm and steer steady." The Whoosh advised.
Marshall stopped swerving as he followed the advice of his mentor. Surging ahead, he activated his Rescue Racer's water cannons and hosed down the silo and hay bales. Then he used his ladder to save Farmer Al. "Way to go, Marshall!" Chase cheered. "That's my brother! Saving lives in record time!" Skye yipped.
"Aw, thanks, guys! But I didn't do it alone! I had some help from the best dads in the world, Ben and Ryder… and some help from the best racer in the world, The Whoosh!" Marshall chuckled.
Ben's heart melted as he heard Marshall call him dad. That warmed his soul! "I knew you had the heart of a racer, Marshall!" The Whoosh complimented.
Willy Wildwheels Junior then reported that his own race car was missing too. Chase and Skye went to the desert to investigate, while Rubble, Rocky, and Zuma headed to Jake's mountain to search for extra clues. Ryder and Robo-Dog started to do their own investigating at the farm while Ben and The Whoosh took Marshall to practice for the race.
Hours passed as Marshall rigorously practiced for the race. Ben rode alongside Marshall in his Turbo Dragon Cycle. "I think you're ready to learn my slide and glide move!" The Whoosh told Marshall.
"Wowie wow wow wow! The slide and glide is my favorite maneuver of yours, Whoosh!" Marshall squealed.
"Okay, start with a hard turn, a little brake, straighten it out, and then go full throttle!" The Whoosh instructed. As Ben and Marshall mimicked the instructions, the Whoosh gasped. "DO IT NOW!" The seasoned racing expert shouted at them.
Ben took in a shocked breath when he saw a cage come down and snatch the Whoosh up, taking him up into a blimp. "WHOOSH!" Marshall screamed.
"Ryder, this is Ben and Marshall! We have a crisis! Someone just kidnapped the Whoosh and put him in a blimp! The blimp has the symbol of the Kitten Catastrophe Crew on it, I bet that it's one of the Humdingers!" Ben radioed.
"I bet they have something to do with the missing cars as well!" Ryder remarked.
"SKYE TO RYDER! We spotted a clue in the desert, tire tracks!" Skye suddenly interrupted.
"Us too! They've got some sort of kitty paw pattern!" Rubble chimed in.
"We have an emergency, everyone! TO THE MOBILE PIT STOP!" Ryder commanded.
The six primary pups and Wild arrived at the Race Patroller, prepared to help out at a moment's notice. "PAW Patrol ready for a new mission, Ryder, sir!" Chase exclaimed.
"Thanks, everyone. The missing race cars can be dealt with later. We have bigger fish to fry." Ben told them all.
"FRIED FISH!? WHERE!?" Wild gasped, getting excited at the idea of having some seafood.
Everyone chuckled at that. "It's a figure of speech, Wild!" Rubble teased.
"Anyways, we have a bigger problem than missing race cars! The Whoosh has been kidnapped by the Humdingers!" Ryder revealed.
"But Ryder, the race is about to start!" Rocky pointed out. "Marshall will go handle the race while the rest of us find the Whoosh!" Ryder answered.
"I'm going with my pup. He needs some emotional support after all!" Ben shouted.
"Don't worry Marshall! Even if we're not watching the race, know that we're with you in spirit!" Skye promised. The eighteen year old and the dalmatian raced off to the track.
Wild was scrutinizing the Cheetah's ride. "She's got a completely new frame… she really did get herself a new ride." Wild grumbled.
He hadn't expected her to honor his challenge. Ben and Marshall rode up. "Cheetah, your win streak ends here! Marshall is going to take you down!" Ben shouted.
"Awfully confident talk for someone without his precious racing coach." The Cheetah sneered.
"She's right… I don't know if I can do it without the Whoosh!" Marshall whined.
"You've got me, son. And that's what counts. The Whoosh has known about you for days. I've known you for years, Marshall. Who was it that got you into racing!? Me! Who watched every single Whoosh race with you after his debut on the tracks!? It was me! I know just as much about the Whoosh and his techniques as you do, Marshall. So stand proud, because we are going to do our best to honor your mentor!" Ben told Marshall.
The Dalmatian nodded his head in affirmation. "That's right! I'll do it! I'm going to do the best I can to win! After all, I have the heart of a racer!" Marshall announced.
"A racer's heart isn't going to do you much good, mutt! Not with this brand spankin new ride!" The Cheetah sneered at him.
"SHUT IT, HAG! You and your cheating ass are going DOWN!" Ben shouted.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! May I please direct your attention to the big screen, which will display the wild and winding route that the championship race will take! THE ROUND THE WORLD ROAD RALLY CHAMPIONSHIP WILL START AT THIS RACETRACK, GO ACROSS THE BRIDGE TO ADVENTURE BAY ALL THE WAY TO THE STEAMY JUNGLE! Then, through the connector we have set up, we'll be taken to a frigid wasteland, and then we'll be taken through the narrow streets of Barkingburg! Finally, we'll return here for the concluding section of the race and across the finish line!" Ron Rapidfire narrated.
The starting lights lit up and both racers shot forward across the racetrack. "The Cheetah and Marshall fight for position as they take the race out of town!" Ron exclaimed as the two of them darted out of Adventure Bay.
Marshall gasped as he saw the Cheetah press a button and a spike shot out from her tire, attempting to flatten his own wheels! Swerving to avoid the attack, Marshall hit the accelerator and took the lead.
Performing the slide and glide technique, Marshall drifted ahead of the Cheetah as he continued to put distance between himself and his opponent. "WOW! Are we sure that isn't the Whoosh in that car? That's one heck of a drift that Marshall just performed, adding to the lead he's gotten!" Ron cried out.
"WE BELIEVE IN YOU, MARSHALL!" Chase squealed in his ear.
"COME ON, LITTLE BROTHER, I KNOW YOU CAN WIN THIS!" Skye shouted.
The rest of the pups voiced their support. "GO GO MARSHALL, LET'S GO!" Tuck and Ella cheered.
"No way some two-faced cheater is going to get the best of my puppy bro!" Wild encouraged.
Determination and confidence swelled up within Marshall's heart as Ben's words came over their communications. "Believe in yourself, Marshall!" Ben reminded him as they drove into the jungle.
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The Cheetah managed to catch up to him as they passed by the monkey temple, but suddenly, he saw Tracker, Carlos, and Mandy shouting and cheering for him. "¡Vamos, Marshall, vamos!" The potcake cried out. The Cheetah started to blast her new speakers out, causing Marshall to swerve off course. "AUGH!" Marshall shouted as his ears rang from the audio assault, but he managed to regain control of his vehicle and surged back onto the track, somehow even further ahead of the Cheetah than he was before.
"WHAT!?" The Cheetah hissed as they went through the gate that warped them to the ice caps.
"MARSHALL IS IN THE LEAD AS THE RACERS BRAVE THE FREEZING COLD TEMPERATURES OF THE ICE CAPS!" Ron's voice bellowed.
"Time for a nice icy drink, pipsqueak!" The Cheetah growled as she slammed into Marshall's car.
Marshall was thrown into the icy ocean, and barely managed to stay afloat long enough to use a floating piece of ice as a ramp to get back on the course, ramming into the Cheetah's car due to the lack of traction on the ice. The Cheetah hissed as her car started to emit sparks. They passed through another gate and were warped to the English city of Barkingburg. "I do hope the racers will stop for a quick spot of tea! Is that… Marshall of the Paw Patrol racing in the Whoosh's place? Intriguing! I wonder why he's racing and not my favorite pup Chase." The Princess of Barkingburg commented as she watched the spectacle with her binoculars.
"Pfft. Chase, Chase, Chase. I swear, you say that police pup's name more than mine on some days." The Princess's puppy, a West Highland White Terrier, scoffed.
The Princess gasped as she knew her pup was right. Stopping to scoop up her puppy, she gave her terrier a belly rub, ignoring the race. "Aww, Sweetie, I'm sorry! I'll give you more attention from now on." The Princess promised as both racers blew by them, and went as far as to place the crown she was wearing on the pup's head. Sweetie saw the race car of Marshall and a sneaky idea began to form in her head…
"GOODBYE, BARKINGBURG! Now the Cheetah and Marshall are heading back to Adventure Bay for the final stretch!" Ron narrated as they went through another gate, this one teleporting them back to the racetrack.
"NO DOG IS GOING TO BEAT ME IN A RACE!" The Cheetah screamed in rage as she pressed a button.
A cannon came up and launched oil at the back of Marshall's car, dousing it in the thick black liquid and causing it to start malfunctioning. Marshall coughed as smoke began to emerge from his driver's seat and his water cannons sprayed the back of the Cheetah's car. Sparks began to fly as the solar panels and speaker system that the Cheetah had taken from Lionel Lightspeed and Riff Rockenblock were doused in water, electricity starting as fire spread. The Cheetah gasped as the warning siren blared, and she quickly hit the final button that she had installed in case of emergencies: an eject button. "MARSHALL, YOUR CAR IS ABOUT TO BLOW! YELL OUT EJECT!" Ben's voice cried out over the communications.
"RUFF! EJECT!" Marshall yelped as a spring underneath his chair activated and launched him to safety, though he landed hard on one of his paws.
The two cars spun into each other and collided together to create a massive fireball of heat and energy, destroying both of the vehicles. One wheel landed near the Cheetah, who was on her knees.
"OH MY GOD! IN A STUNNING TURN OF EVENTS, BOTH OF OUR RACERS HAVE LOST THEIR VEHICLES!" Ron roared, and the crowd collectively gasped.
"I might have lost my beloved race car, but I'm going to win that trophy!" The Cheetah panted as she grabbed the wheel and started to push it forward.
A terrible ringing was in the Dalmatian's ears as he woke up. "Am I dead…?" Marshall wondered in his head.
Then he realized that his body was in pain, and if he were dead and in heaven, it wouldn't hurt. He saw the Cheetah pushing her wheel forward, and knew he had to win the race. A dirty cheater like her didn't deserve to win. Mustering all of his strength, Marshall slowly got up to his paws and started to limp forward, fighting past the aching pain in his paws and legs. He'd be fine- the medical display in his helmet told him that he didn't have any broken bones, he was just a little dazed from the explosion and a bit bruised and battered. "EVEN MORE SHOCKING IS THAT BOTH OF THE RACERS HAVE GOTTEN BACK ON THEIR FEET AND ARE CONTINUING! THE RACE IS BACK ON!" Ron shrieked in excitement.
A warning sign on his helmet display popped up, telling him not to overexert himself, but he couldn't stop now! He had to win! For the Whoosh, and for the Paw Patrol! "The race isn't over… until somebody crosses the finish line!" Marshall declared. Starting to go faster as his paw started to burn from the pain, the Cheetah saw him limping forward and grimaced as she started to push her wheel faster.
They were so close to the finish line! "OOPS." The Cheetah snickered as she tried to slam her foot down on Marshall's tail, attempting to injure him and secure the victory.
Marshall saw her foot coming at him, and jumped up, curling into a ball and rolling across the finish line. The crowd went wild as Marshall whimpered due to his paw aching. "NO, NO, NO!" The Cheetah screamed as she sank to her knees in despair, having lost the race. All of a sudden, Wild came up to Ron Rapidfire and started whispering in his ear.
The Whoosh came up to Marshall, as well as Ryder, Ben, Chase, Skye, Rocky, Zuma, Rubble, Everest, Tracker, Tuck, and Ella. "MARSHALL! YOU DID IT!" Ryder exclaimed.
"THAT'S MY BOY! I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU, YOU LITTLE RASCAL!" Ben roared, picking up the dalmatian and hugging him tightly before hoisting him in the air like Rafiki did when Simba was born.
"Marshall, you're amazing! You managed to beat the Cheetah all on your own, without my guidance!" The Whoosh cheered for his protege.
"Later today, after everyone is done celebrating, want to come back with me to Jake's and we eat some liver treats together?" Everest offered with a blush on her face.
Marshall began to wag his tail in excitement at the thought of spending some time with his crush up at Jake's mountain cabin, without any of the other pups. "I'd love to!" Marshall yipped happily.
"MARSHALL HAS WON THE ROUND THE WORLD ROAD RALLY CHAMPIONSHIP! …And my feline friend here tells me some shocking news! The Cheetah stole the cars of the would-be participants in today's race, taking the rides of Lionel, Riff, and Willy! Technical and visual analysis shows that the solar panel and the speakers are indeed directly taken from Lionel and Riff's vehicles, simply painted purple and gold! This is highly unsportsmanlike! I will be discussing this with the racing council and we will decide a proper course of action to take! Rest assured, Carly Humdinger, there will be repercussions!" Ron announced.
The entire Paw Patrol and the Whoosh came to give Marshall their respects and appreciation, showering their dalmatian with praise and affection. The group got together for a photo to commemorate the victory. Marshall felt accomplished and like he had finally proven himself to be more than just a clumsy pup.