Chase stood in the center of the shared dorm common room, clipboard in hand, brows furrowed with intense focus. He’d been entrusted with leading the mid-semester cleanliness and organization check, and by Paw Patrol standards, that meant everything had to be perfect.

He checked the chart. Then double-checked the chart.

“Alright team— I’ve color-coded our task zones. Liberty, you’re on trash duty. Zuma, windows and surfaces. Rocky, assist with organization. Everest and Skye, handle the bathroom. Rubble… please, just don’t spill anything this time.”