One foggy morning in Adventure Bay, the sky wore a blanket of grey, the ocean waves danced wildly, and the lighthouse gave off a flickering, sleepy blink.
Suddenly, Mayor Goodway zoomed into the Lookout like a whirlwind. “Ryder! The lighthouse is acting all weird! If ships can't see it in this mist, they might get lost at sea!”
Ryder wasted no time. “Pups, to the rescue! Skye, I need you in the sky to check the lighthouse. Chase, you’re on cone duty—keep the cliff safe. Rocky, bring every tool you’ve got. Everest, we’ll need your snow-smarts up on those slippery rocks!”
“All paws on deck!” barked the excited pups, tails wagging.
As they hiked the twisty trail up the cliff, the fog curled around them like ghostly cotton candy. “Whoa, I can barely see my nose!” said Chase, flicking on his flashlight.
Inside the lighthouse, Rocky examined the light. “Hmm… not broken, but it’s stuck!” He tilted his head and spotted something unexpected.
“A nest!” he gasped. “Right on the spinning light!”
Skye flew in and nodded. “A seagull family’s moved in. Looks like their feathery nest is the reason the light can’t turn!”
Ryder gently shook his head. “We can’t disturb the baby birds… but we can still save the day!”
Everest’s eyes sparkled. “What if we make a brand-new light—just for tonight?”
Let the pup-powered creativity begin!
Rocky built a mega-bright spotlight from spare parts. Skye carried it to a safe hilltop. Chase aimed it like a pro, and Everest kept every pup steady on the slippery ground.
As the sun disappeared and the fog thickened, their homemade light shone like a glowing golden sword through the mist. Soon, Captain Turbot’s boat came bobbing into view—safe and sound.
“You clever little heroes did it!” cheered Mayor Goodway. “And those birdies didn’t even have to leave their cozy nest!”
That night, the Paw Patrol watched the lighthouse blink through the fog, knowing sometimes a mystery doesn’t need fixing—it just needs kindness and a dash of creativity.
