Episode Three

Episode Three Summary: From chicken chases to oil rig rescues, the Prehistoric Patrol joins the Paw Patrol on a series of exciting missions, proving their worth and earning a new Lookout in Foggy Bottom.

*Intro Song*

Pre Patrol

Pre Patrol

We'll be there on the double

Whenever there is a problem

'round Adventure Bay

Rider and his team of pups

Will come to save the day.

Heat, Terra, Gard, Kura, Wave, Soar

Yeah! They're on the way.

Pre Patrol

Pre Patrol

Whenever you're in trouble

Pre Patrol

We'll be there on the double.

No job's too big

No pup's too old

Pre Patrol, we're on a roll.

So here we go

Pre Patrol

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Pre Patrol

*barks*

(Fade to black then back on)

Paw Patrol and the Prehistoric Purpose

It had been a couple of days since the rest of the Prehistoric Patrol was free, and the Prehistoric Patrol was hanging around doing nothing. Rider asked Ryder something that would eventually make the Prehistoric Patrol find a purpose. "Ryder, I have questions, like what's the purpose for us if old friends are long gone?"

"Well, if we are sick, or two missions happen at the same time, your team is an excellent backup choice, but if you want, we can find a way to make a new lookout," Ryder said.

"New Lookout? We like our original Lookout, but true, we need to be up to date." Rider said.

*Jingle*

"Ryder here, oh, Farmer Yumi, what seems to be the problem?" Ryder asked.

"Help! My chickens got out of the coop, and please hurry!" Farmer Yumi said.

"No problem, no job too big, no pup too small!" Ryder said.

*ring*

"Paw Patrol to the lookout!" Ryder said.

"Ryder needs us!" Paw Patrol's pups said at the same time.

"Whoa, look out!" Marshall said as he crashed into the other paw patrol pups.

"What do we do?" Rider asked.

"Follow me," Ryder said.

So Rider follows Ryder up on the Lookout, where his pups go up into the elevator where Heat tumbles into the Prehistoric Patrol pups. "Look out!" Heat said.

"Guess my crashes have always been Prehistorical," Marshall said, getting a laugh from both sets of pups.

The elevator rises to pass the Paw Patrol's logo, where the Paw Patrol pups gear up for a mission.

"Paw Patrol, ready for action, Ryder, sir!" Chase said.

"The Prehistoric Patrol is ready for orders, boy Rider!" Terra said.

"Farmer Yumi's chickens got out of the coop, and we need to put them back in the coop. For this mission, I need Rocky! I need your tool arm for fixing the coop if it happens to be broken."

"Green means go!," Rocky said

"And I need Chase! I need your megaphone and net to catch and wrangle up the chickens." Ryder said.

"Chase is on the case." Chase said.

"What about us?" Rider asked.

"Come with us to see how the Paw Patrol saves the day," Ryder said.

At Farmer Yumi's farm, they found the chickens running amok.

"Hi Ryder, hi Rider," Farmer Yumi greeted them. "Thanks for coming! I don't know how they got out. The gate wasn't broken."

"There's a hole in the fence," Ryder observed. "Rocky, tool arm!"

Rocky quickly repaired the fence, impressing Kura. "Rocky, work quick-like!"

"Thanks, Kura," Rocky replied.

Meanwhile, Chase used his net to catch the chickens, but they were too fast for him.

"Need help?" Gard asked.

"Sure!" Chase replied.

Working together, Chase and Gard herded the chickens towards the repaired fence, making it easy for Chase to scoop them up with his net.

"Great teamwork, Chase and Gard!" Ryder praised.

"Thanks, Paw Patrol! Thanks, Gard!" Farmer Yumi said.

Just then, Ryder's pup-pad rang again. "Ryder here."

"Ryder, it's Jessie! Our vacation home is on fire!"

"Don't worry, Jessie, the Paw Patrol is on it!"

Ryder, Rider, Marshall, Rubble, and Terra raced to the scene. The vacation home was engulfed in flames. As Marshall approached, the balcony above the door collapsed! Terra quickly pulled Marshall back, saving him from being crushed.

"Thanks, Terra!" Marshall exclaimed.

Working together, Terra and Rubble cleared the rubble from the door, allowing Marshall to rescue the last person from the burning building. The house then collapsed, snuffing out most of the flames. Marshall quickly extinguished the remaining embers with his water cannon.

"Our vacation home…" Jessie lamented.

"But you're all safe," Terra reassured her.

"Can we get a break?" Rider asked.

Ryder's pup-pad rang again. "Ryder here."

"Ryder, it's Captain Turbot! The oil rig is leaking oil, and there's a fire on the platform!"

"Paw Patrol, to the Sea Patroller! Prehistoric Patrol, you're with us!"

The two teams raced to the oil rig. Chase deployed his drone to assess the situation. The fire was dangerously close to the leaking oil.

Working together, the Paw Patrol and the Prehistoric Patrol cleaned up the oil spill and extinguished the fire, preventing a major disaster.

"Another crisis averted!" Ryder said.

"Can we please get a break now?" Rider pleaded.

Ryder's pup-pad rang yet again. "Ryder here."

"Ryder, it's Mayor Humdinger! My kittens and I are trapped in the old Lookout on Walrus Island!"

"The Prehistoric Patrol can handle this one," Ryder said.

"Prehistoric Patrol, to Walrus Island!"

The Prehistoric Patrol arrived to find the old Lookout in a state of disrepair. Gard, however, quickly discovered she was allergic to cats! Despite her sneezing fits, the Prehistoric Patrol managed to rescue Humdinger and his kittens.

"That was our Lookout!" Rider exclaimed.

"Oh," Humdinger said sheepishly. "Sorry about that. Tell you what, since I kind of wrecked your place, I'll build you a new one in Foggy Bottom. It'll be even better than the old one!"

"Really?" Terra asked, surprised.

"Sure," Humdinger replied. "And the Paw Patrol will help too!"

Over the next few weeks, the Paw Patrol and Humdinger worked together to build a new Lookout for the Prehistoric Patrol in Foggy Bottom. It incorporated elements of their old Lookout but with modern upgrades.

"Here you go, Prehistoric Patrol," Ryder announced. "We've simplified the controls and made pup tags for everyone."

"And," Humdinger added, "thanks for saving my kittens. Consider this Lookout a small way of saying thank you. Welcome to Foggy Bottom!"

The Prehistoric Patrol cheered, finally finding their purpose and a new home.

*Credits roll*