Paw Patrol Apr 2026

Zuma used his water cannons to gently push the stray bits of glitter and paper to the shore where Marshall was waiting to scoop them up.

Mayor Goodway’s eyes grew wide. “It’s… wonderful! But where’s the swan?”

“My original boat is loose!” cried Mayor Goodway. “If it gets tangled in the racers, there will be a tissue-paper disaster!”

“There’s your swan!” laughed Rubble. PAW Patrol

And in the Lookout Tower, all the pups dreamed of floating boats, glittery sneezes, and the next big adventure.

“PAW Patrol, to the Lookout!” Ryder called.

“Everything is perfect!” she chirped. “The river is calm, the sun is shining, and my swan is— CHICKALETTA!” Zuma used his water cannons to gently push

“I’m not just muddy, I’m… glittery!” Marshall giggled, sneezing a puff of sparkles.

Just as the race was about to start, a gust of wind blew Cheepers II’s headless, tissue-paper body into the river. It drifted toward the starting line.

It was a sunny morning in Adventure Bay, and the air smelled of cotton candy and popcorn. The annual Float Your Boat Festival was about to begin! Everyone had built small, decorated boats to race down the river that ran through the park. But where’s the swan

Mayor Goodway was beside herself with excitement. Her boat was a giant swan made of tissue paper and glitter, named Cheepers II .

Chickaletta clucked, still purple, but very proud.

Her pet chicken, Chickaletta, was pecking at the ribbon that held the swan’s head on. With a POP , the head fell off, rolled down the dock, and landed in a bucket of purple paint.

Chickaletta, still purple from the paint incident, waddled over and sat proudly on the front of the bathtub.

“Oh, no! My boat is a headless, purple-stained disaster!” Mayor Goodway wailed.