Rubble yawned, and looked around.

“Excuse me” he said, sleepily, “Can somebody please turn on the lights?”

He raised his sleep mask, and blinked a bit.

“Oh” he chuckled.

He went to the elevator, and yawned. He then slumped to the floor, and fell asleep. When they reached the top, they all got off, and lined up.

“PAW Patrol” said Chase, “Ready for action, Ryder Sir.”

Ryder told the pups what was going on.

“Chase” he said, “I need you and your Megaphone…to try and call Fuzzy.”

“Chase is in the case” he said.

“And Marshall” said Ryder, “Fuzzy would follow you anywhere. I need you to help look for him too.”

"I'm fired up!" Marshall said.

“Alright!” cheered Ryder, “PAW Patrol is on a roll!”

He then ran over, and went down the pole.

The pups fallowed.

They went down the slide to their vehicles, and pulled out. They stopped in the yard, and pulled around, to near the nest.

"Chase" said Ryder, "Use your megaphone, to make a goose call."

He barked out his megaphone, and made a goose sound…but there was no reply.

Marshall was sniffing around, and came to a feather.

“This is Fuzzy’s” he said.

Ryder took it, and held it to Chase, who sniffed it.

“Ah…choo! I’m a little allergic to feathers” he said, before sniffing around, “He went this way!”

They then got in their vehicles, and drove off.

They kept on looking for Fuzzy.

Fuzzy was flying around town. He landed by a garbage can, just as some gulls flew off, with some of the contents. A woman came by, and Fuzzy squeaked, drawing her attention.

“Aw” she said, “Hey there little goose. Would you like this piece of bread?”

Fuzzy squeaked in affirmative.