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...
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Benny the mouse pressed his nose against the toy store window, eyes wide.
There it was—a shiny blue bicycle with streamers on the handlebars and a bell that looked like it could sing.
“I need that bike,” Benny whispered.
Mr. Mouse, his dad, didn’t even glance at it.
“Bicycles are silly,” he said. “Come on, we’ve got shopping to do.”
Benny sighed. “Shopping is so boring.”
Mr. Mouse chuckled. “Maybe it’s more exciting than it seems.”
At the greengrocer’s, while Mr. Mouse picked apples and carrots, Benny spotted something strange:
The shopkeeper was juggling fruit—three apples and two oranges, flying through the air!
“Dad! Look!” Benny pointed.
“Nonsense,” said Mr. Mouse. “Shopkeepers don’t juggle. Too sensible.”
At the dairy, Benny blinked in surprise. Mrs. Cow, the shop owner, was spinning in circles wearing a pink ballet tutu, twirling to music only she could hear.
“Dad! She’s dancing!”
Mr. Mouse barely looked up from the cheese.
“Cows don’t dance. They’re far too busy.”
At the bakery, it got even sillier.
The baker balanced fifteen donuts on the tip of his nose while hopping on one foot.
“Dad! He’s doing donut tricks!”
Mr. Mouse sighed. “Bakers don’t play with food, Benny. You’ve got quite the imagination.”
As they walked home past the toy store again, the shop door opened—and out rolled the blue bicycle.
“Oh no!” Benny gasped. “Someone bought it!”
The shop owner smiled. “Yes, they did. It’s yours!”
Benny turned, shocked.
“Dad? You got it for me?”
“Me? I’m way too boring for that kind of thing,” Mr. Mouse said, winking.
Benny grinned from ear to ear as he climbed onto the bike.
“Next time, I want to do all the shopping with you!” he said.
Because boring days?
They’re full of surprises.
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