Sunlight sparkled over Adventure Bay, and Rocky was already revving with excitement. Today’s mission? A beach cleanup organized by Mayor Goodway! “Let’s clean it green!” Rocky barked, loading his recycling truck with bins, tools, and all the eco-energy he had. When the Paw Patrol pups arrived at the beach, they saw the mess. Trash was scattered across the sand—bottles, bags, even a tangled fishing net! Worse yet, tiny sea turtles were struggling to reach the ocean through the litter. “This cleanup’s a big one,” Ryder said. “But we’ve got this! Rocky—you’re recycling chief. Zuma, help guide the turtles to the water. Chase, cone off the area for safety.” “Green means go!” Rocky barked, diving into action. With his grabber claw, he scooped up bottles, sorted plastics, and even turned an old bucket into a flowerpot for the mayor. Zuma zig-zagged gently between trash piles, leading the baby turtles safely to the waves. “Go, little dudes, go!” he cheered. Everything was going great—unt...
By Rune Breinholt Andersen (Paraphrased Edition)
The sun was shining over Adventure Bay, and Zuma was bouncing with excitement at the dock.
“Totally pawsome day for an adventure!” he barked, tail wagging like crazy.
Ryder had called him over for something special—Captain Turbot had seen something sparkling underwater near Seal Island. It might be treasure… or trouble!
“Zuma,” Ryder said, “we need your diving skills. Something shiny’s stuck underwater, and we’re not sure what it is.”
Zuma grinned. “Let’s make a splash!”
He zoomed across the bay in his hovercraft, waves dancing beneath him. The sea sparkled like glitter, and the seagulls sang above. When he reached the dive spot, he suited up and splashed into the blue.
Underwater, everything felt magical. Fish zipped through coral castles, and sunbeams painted the sand below. Then—Zuma spotted it!
A glint of metal was wedged between two rocks.
“Whoa! What do we have here?” he said, swimming closer. “Hmm… this isn’t treasure—it’s an old metal ring caught in fishing line. That’s not safe for sea critters!”
Just as he began untangling it, a squeaky “YIP YIP!” echoed behind him.
Zuma spun around. “Wally?!”
His walrus buddy was trapped in a plastic net!
“I’ve got you, dude—hang tight!” Zuma zipped over, used his trusty rescue scissors, and snipped Wally free. Wally gave a happy honk and rubbed against Zuma’s helmet.
With Wally safe, Zuma returned to free the tangled ring and brought it back to the surface.
Ryder and Rocky were waiting. “Awesome work, Zuma!” Ryder said. “We’ll recycle the metal, and thanks to you, Wally’s okay!”
Later, everyone gathered for a sunset beach picnic. Captain Turbot raised a toast of fishy lemonade.
“To Zuma—the ocean’s best buddy and brave rescuer!”
Zuma wagged his tail proudly. “Just another splashy day saving the bay!”
As the sun melted into the waves, Zuma looked out at the calm sea and smiled.
Because for this pup, the ocean was home—and he was always ready to protect it.
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