Prologue

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"For this mission, I'll need..." Ryder swiped the screen on his pup pad and pressed Chase's symbol. "Chase. You'll use your drone to locate Cap'n Turbot."

"Spy Chase is on the case!" Chase declared.

"And I'll also need EMT Marshall," Ryder added. "Just in case Cap'n Turbot needs medical attention."

"I'm ready for a ruff-ruff rescue!" Marshall cheered.

"Ryder...can I help?" Zuma asked hopefully.

"Ummm..." Ryder hesitated. "Sorry, Zuma, but this mission is better suited for Chase and Marshall. But don't worry, we'll find a water rescue for you soon."

Zuma sighed, feeling overlooked.

"Don't worry, Zuma, your time will come," Rubble reassured him.

"Alright, PAW Patrol is on a roll!" Ryder declared.

All the pups, except Zuma, barked and cheered as Ryder slid down the poll. Chase ran to the slide as his pup house transformed into his spy vehicle. Next, Marshall's pup house turned into his ambulance as he followed Chase.

Zuma sighed. "I could be useful in a water rescue," he thought. "After all, Cap'n Turbot is stuck on his flounder and may need help from the water."

Rocky turned to Zuma. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Don't feel bad, Zuma," Skye said. "The rest of us weren't called either."

"True, but you guys get more rescue missions than I do," Zuma looked down. "I feel so...so unappreciated."

"Zuma! Of course, we appreciate you," Rubble gasped.

"Do you really?" There was an edge to Zuma's voice.

"I know this isn't like you, buddy," Rocky cast a worried, empathetic look at his sad best friend.

Zuma shook his head. "Never mind. I'm sorry, guys. I was a first responder more often. I mean, whenever is there a water rescue for me to handle? Like hardly ever!"

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