Weeks have passed since that fateful night, and the air around Adventure Bay feels lighter, as if the weight of the past has started to lift. The pups have begun to heal, their bonds stronger after weathering the storm of Chase's final moments.

Rocky stands at the edge of the Lookout platform, the golden glow of the evening sun reflecting off his fur. Skye approaches, her wings folded neatly against her sides.

"Skye," Rocky says, turning to her with a small smile. "I've been wanting to ask you something."
Her head tilts, her expression curious but warm. "What is it?"

Rocky takes a deep breath, his green eyes locking with hers. "Will you... be my girlfriend?"
Skye's response is immediate, a radiant smile and a nod. "Of course, Rocky," she says, her voice soft but brimming with happiness. "Who wouldn't date our new second leader?"

They laugh together, the sound carrying on the wind. Nearby, Everest bounds up to them, grinning as she sees their faces glowing with joy.

"Finally!" Everest teases, nudging Skye playfully. "It's about time you two got it together!"

The three share a laugh, their camaraderie as strong as ever. The day is filled with warmth and laughter as Everest regales them with tales of her latest adventures in the snow, and the group enjoys moments of pure happiness, free from the shadows of the past.

Inside the Lookout, Ryder stands alone on the observation deck, gazing at the sky. His mind drifts back to Chase, Every Single Day, the loyal pup who had once been the backbone of the team, and how he had been consumed by his emotions and choices. A question keeps coming back in his head, did Chase make it alive and escape? Or did the water took him away?

A buzz on his pup-pad pulls him from his thoughts. It's a call from the Princess of Barkingburg.

"Ryder, I thought you should know even though this is a hard for you.. we've received word from our evil Sweetie that she did make a deal with Chase weeks ago. He promised to help her steal the crown in exchange for her assistance."

Ryder's heart sinks at the news, but his expression hardens with determination. "Thank you for letting me know, Princess. Keep an eye on her."

After the call ends, Ryder looks at Chase's pup-tag resting on the desk. His fingers linger on the worn metal before he places it in a small wooden box. He closes the lid with a soft click, then tucks the box into the closet.

With a deep breath, he turns away, vowing to protect the team from any further harm, no matter what it takes.

Marshall sits in a distant training facility, his once-joyful demeanor replaced by a look of determination as he undergoes rigorous drills. The punishment for his complicity in Chase's actions has been severe: if he wants to rejoin the PAW Patrol, he must prove himself worthy.

He pushes himself harder than ever, his resolve unwavering. Deep down, he hopes to earn back the trust he lost, knowing it will be a long road.

Back at the Lookout, the team finds their rhythm again. Rubble hums a silly tune as he tinkers with his construction equipment, his joyful voice filling the air. Zuma surfs in the bay, calling out encouragement to Everest as she tries her paws at riding the waves.

On the observation deck, Rocky and Skye share a quiet moment. Their tails intertwine as they gaze at the horizon, the world before them filled with endless possibilities.

Skye leans closer, her muzzle brushing against Rocky's. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

"You're my everything, Rocky," she whispers.

Rocky smiles, his heart full. "And you're mine, Skye."

Everest pops up behind them with a wide grin, teasing, "Get a room, you two!"

They laugh, and as the sun dips below the horizon, Rocky and Skye share a kiss in front of their closest friend, the warmth of love and friendship lighting up the Lookout.

THE RECYCLING PUP AND THE FLYING PUP - THE END