PAW Patrol: Enlightenment

Chapter 1- Whisper of the Scio Omnia

Being a small island within the distant whispers of faraway lands, Adventure Bay prided itself on the quiet nature of its residents. A home to gentle towns and cities, the people roaming its land were of timid sort, and most action was usually handled by the local -very unique- law enforcement, an ambitious boy and his six puppies. The single team alone had fixed more problems and situations than likely anyone had ever thought was possible. The PAW Patrol, a squad of spunky animals courageously charging into any situation for the fruitless desire to help the helpless, built up a prestigious reputation they couldn't help flaunting around, especially to the numerous villains determined to disrupt the peace.

A booming crash of wood and glass punctured through the air as a well-dressed man in his late forties fell through the ceiling, slamming to the bottom floor of his lair with a pained groan. A hail of debris rained around him into the room, followed by a brown labrador puppy landing on his chest, proudly pinning the man.

"Ha! Doesn't feel so good, does it?" boasted the dog, fluffing out his fur.

"Ow..." came the man's weary breath.

A nearby elevator opened with a joyful chime, revealing the rest of the squad catching up to the explosive defeat. A small German shepherd walked out, wearing an unamused look.

"I feel like that was an unnecessary amount of brutality," he said, coming before his coworker. "We coulda' just cuffed him."

"Not my style, Chase, who doesn't love a good villain beatdown?"

A cockapoo suddenly soared through the air, propelling herself with jet-powered wings. She landed on a nearby table, making sure to flashily twirl herself before landing. "I know I do! Don't be so uptight, Chase."

"I'm forty-eight!" shouted the defeated man below. "My body can't take this!"

"Age catching up with you, Humdinger?" Chase raised an eyebrow. "Maybe it's enough to put you out for good."

The rest of the squad rejoined them swiftly, followed by their human leader already typing their mission report on his handheld tablet. Ryder led them with tenacious drive, keeping the team together and channeling each individual strength for the best possible result. Chase was second-in-command, a shepherd puppy who struggled to hide his playful side under the grizzled duties of a police officer. Furiously pinning down the grown man, Zuma was the coast guard dog that voraciously fed on action, a likely side effect from being underused in missions. The flying cockapoo was Skye, an almost annoyingly energetic dog oblivious to most situations.

The grey mixed breed nosing through the debris was Rocky, a germaphobe self-tasked with going green and restoring the environment. Every pile of dust made him visibly cringe, pulling a small brush from his backpack to sweep it away. Assisting him was Rubble, a bulldog adept in construction work, yet also the "baby" of the team and more introverted. A Dalmatian stood off to the side, a firefighter named Marshall infamous for his clumsy tendencies, although an endearing personality was his only apology for the messes.

"You've done a lot of things, Humdinger, but this is a new low," Ryder said with arms crossed. "What even possessed you to do such a thing?"

"Don't question my intentions, boy!" came the villain's hateful reply, unceremoniously shoving Zuma off him. "Those fools had it coming!" He stood up and dusted off his purple coat, "I swear, you lot get more annoying by the day, and why'd you put giant a hole in my ceiling!? Do you have any idea how much that's gonna cost!?"

"I'll fix it!" Rubble chirped up, wagging his tail. "You can pay in treats!"

Seven pairs of eyes shot him a death glare, making the bulldog immediately shut his muzzle with a fearful look.