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...
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—until Rocky found something odd. A metal can, half-buried in the sand. But no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t budge.
Just then, a breeze blew a crumpled paper into his paw.
“It’s… a map?” Rocky said, blinking.
He raced to Ryder. The map showed a treasure spot—right where the can was stuck!
“Let’s dig it up!” said Ryder.
“Rubble on the double!” Rubble shouted, arriving with his digger. He cleared the sand with a few fast scoops, revealing a rusted old box beneath.
Rocky pried it open, and inside they found a sailor’s hidden treasure: old coins, seashell necklaces, and a faded letter. It told the story of a sailor who left his treasures behind for “the next brave paws who care for the sea.”
Mayor Goodway beamed. “This will go in Adventure Bay’s museum!”
With the beach sparkling clean and the turtles swimming happily, the pups gathered for pup-treats and cheers.
“Recycling rocks—and so does teamwork!” Rocky said, tail wagging proudly.
That night, as the stars twinkled above Adventure Bay, Rocky snuggled into his pup bed, dreaming of treasure maps, sea turtles, and more adventures that start with a good clean-up.
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