The office is filled with the hum of a vintage television and the smell of Janet’s leftover cinnamon rolls. Outside the window,towering stacks of reclaimed metal reflect the bright Adventure City sun. You are on the couch,reading a book for a bit. The TV flickers with a breaking news report.

Hannah Breeze:…Absolute chaos on the 5th Street Bridge! A runaway delivery drone has snagged a structural cable! The PAW Patrol is on the scene but the high winds are making an aerial rescue nearly impossible!

On screen,Skye's helicopter struggles against a sudden, violent gale. Below, RYDER is shouting commands into his Pup Pad,his familiar calm-under-pressure focus.

A heavy thud echoes from the scrapyard entrance. It isn’t your dad’s truck. It’s too metallic. The door pushes open. Chase limps out,coughing. He looks exhausted,his blue uniform covered in soot.

Chase:Ryder... I’m off-course. Took a hit from the debris... I’ve managed to find cover in a...a scrapyard. I need to...

Chase’s legs give out. He collapses near a pile of old tires. You don’t hesitate. You grab the emergency first-aid kit your Dad named Hank keeps by the door and a bottle of water.

You run across the yard. The wind is picking up, whistling through the scrap metal like a ghost. You reach Chase. He looks up, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of a kid.

Chase:Hey...kid. You shouldn’t... be out here. It’s dangerous.

You don't say a word. You carefully unscrew the water bottle and hold it for him. He laps at it gratefully. You quickly assess the gash on his paw. It’s deep but clean.

You apply a bandage with the steady hands you learned from helping your Mom named Janet fix the broken machine. Chase looked surprised at how much effort in healing his paw.

Chase:You’re... you’re pretty good at that. Thanks. I need to get back. The bridge...the team needs me.

Chase tries to stand but his vehicle is pinned. He looks at the jammed tire and sighs in frustration.

Chase:I’m stuck. Ryder, come in? The signal is dead...the scrap metal is blocking my comms.

You look at the cruiser, then at the heavy-duty hydraulic jack sitting on your dad's workbench ten feet away. You point to the jack then to the car and give Chase a firm nod.

Chase:You think you can fix the tire? It’s heavy gear,kid.

You ignore the doubt. You drag the jack over,positioning it under the frame just like Hank taught you. With a grunt of effort, you pump the handle.

The cruiser rises. You grab a crowbar and pry the jagged rebar out of the wheel well. The radio in the cruiser crackles to life now that the car is higher.

Ryder:Chase! Chase, do you read me? We’ve lost Skye’s visual! We need your winch on the lower pylon now!

Chase looks at you,his eyes shining with newfound respect. He hops back into the driver’s seat.

Chase:Ryder! I’m on my way. I had some... unexpected mechanical help. A local hero.

Chase looks at you through the window. He reaches a paw out.

Chase:Wanna ride along?

You quickly nodded in response. You placed your hand on Chase's paw as he gently lifted you up on the passenger seat. You buckle your seatbelt in. His lights flash to life and he roars out of the scrapyard gates toward the bridge.

The bridge groans as the wind howls. High above,Skye's helicopter is no longer flying. It’s dangling by a single rescue cable that has become tangled in the bridge's structural lattice.

The helicopter’s blades are bent. Skye is trapped in the cockpit,tilting precariously over the freezing river below. Chase roars onto the scene,his cruiser’s tires screeching.

Chase:Skye! Can you hear me?

Skye:Chase! The wind... it’s too strong. The manual release is jammed. If this cable snaps,I’m going for a swim!

Chase looked at you in a serious tone,knowing that you're ready to help.

Chase:The winch on my cruiser can reach her but I can’t steer the line and operate the tension at the same time. The controls are too far apart for one pup.

You look at the winch controls. They’re just like the lever systems on your parents scrapyard crane.