London was alive with flashing sirens and the rhythmic pulse of danger. Big Ben towered against the night sky, its golden glow cutting through the fog drifting along the Thames. Down below, chaos erupted as a swarm of sleek, masked figures darted across rooftops—the notorious Night Owls, the most elusive gem thieves in Europe.

Ryder’s voice crackled through the pups’ comms. “Paw Patrol, the Night Owls are escaping across the rooftops with the Crown Jewels! Stop them before they reach the getaway van!”

Chase leapt from one building to the next, his police pup pack glinting under the moonlight. “Chase on the case!” he barked, sprinting after the fastest thief of the group.

Marshall bounded behind another fleeing criminal, his firefighter gear clanking softly with each energetic stride. “I’m—whoa!—I’m right behind you!” Marshall yelped, skidding slightly on the slick tiles but refusing to fall behind.

The thieves were trained, swift, and merciless. As Chase pursued one across a metal platform, the masked figure shot a grappling hook to the next building. The rope zipped tight. The thief swung across effortlessly like a shadow slicing through the night.

Another thief—Marshall’s target—followed immediately, clipping onto Chase’s zipline and zipping after their partner.

Marshall didn’t hesitate.

He jumped.

His paws latched onto the line as he slid after the thief, wind blasting his ears back. “You’re not getting away that easy!” he barked, determination burning in his eyes.

Chase spun just in time to see it—

The thief ahead twisted mid-air, a sinister grin beneath the mask, and pulled out a small serrated blade.

“Marshall! Look out!” Chase shouted.

But it was too late.

SHHKK!

The blade sliced the zipline in one clean motion.

The rope snapped.

Marshall’s momentum vanished. His body swung wildly, weightless for a split second—

Then he dropped.

“MARSHALL!”

Chase lunged without thinking.

His paws slammed onto the ledge. His body skidded dangerously close to the edge—he nearly went over—but his grip held. And just as Marshall plunged past him, Chase’s paw shot out.

He caught him.

Marshall’s glove slid in Chase’s grip, squeaking with friction. His hind legs kicked helplessly in open air, the world spinning beneath him—three stories of empty space and a hard stone pavement waiting below.

Chase’s claws dug into the concrete ledge so deeply they sparked. His muscles trembled. His teeth clenched. His ears flattened in pure panic.

“Marshall!” Chase choked, hauling with everything he had, his legs shaking under the strain. “Hold on, I got you! Just— Just hold on, buddy!”