Snow Pup: So, come on! Chase’s this way. Let’s
go bring back summer!
Snow Pup grabs Marshall’s paw and pulls him along up the mountain.
Marshall: (laughing) I’m coming!
Sivley hops along, happily following them.
Rachel watches all of them like they’re nuts.
Rachel: Somebody’s got to tell him.
Meanwhile in Adventure Bay, Ryder and the PAW Patrol are doing their best to keep the people in town warm and comfortable.
Rocky: Ruff, Ruff. Claw arm.
(the claw arm grabs some fire wood and hands them to Mr. Porter and Alex)
Mr. Porter: Thank you, Rocky. Come on Alex, we need to deliver all the firewood to keep everyone in Adventure Bay warm.
Alex: Okay grandpa. (comes with him back to the truck)
Ryder: Nice work Rocky. (calls the other pups) How's it going pups?
Skye: Everything's great Ryder, but we need more marshmallows for the hot chocolate.
Mary: Don't worry. I've got it covered. (takes the bags of marshmallows and paws them to Skye)
Skye: Thanks Mary. (opens the bag and puts the marshmallows in the mug, then hands it to the man)
Man: Oh thank you Skye.
Rubble: I hope Marshall is okay.
Zuma: Don't worry, Rubble. He'll be back with Chase and he'll have to stop the winter.
Rubble: Brr, I hope you're right.
Marshall, Rachel, Silvey, and Snow Pup move through hostile terrain. Wind-swept icicles face horizontal.
Rachel: So how exactly are you planning to stop this weather?
Marshall: Oh, I am gonna talk to my friend.
Rachel: That’s your plan? My nursing business is riding on you, talking to your
friend.
Marshall: Yup.
Rachel, so stunned by his casual plan, doesn’t look where she’s going and ends up with an ice-spike to the nose she stops short,[fearfully gulps], moves carefully around the spike.
Rachel: So you’re not at all afraid of him?
Marshall: Why would I be?
Snow Pup: Yeah. I bet Chase’s the nicest, gentlest, warmest pup ever. And not only that, but he's also the best police pup and leader of the PAW Patrol.
[Snow Pup backs right into an icicle. It runs through his torso.]
Snow Pup: Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled.
He laughs it off.
Marshall and Rachel hit what looks like a dead end. The face of the mountain goes straight up.
(Fuzzy's jaw drops)
Marshall: What now?
Rachel looks around, sighs. Digs in her rucksack.
Rachel: ...It’s too steep. I’ve only got
one rope, and you don’t know how to
climb mountains.
Marshall: Says who?
Silvey nudges Rachel who looks up to see Marshall trying to climb the cliff’s flat face.
Rachel: (finding him ridiculous) What are you doing?
Marshall: (straining)...I’m going to see my friend.
Rachel: You’re going to kill yourself.
(Fuzzy honks in agreement)
Rachel watches him searching for footholds and hand-holds.
Rachel: I wouldn’t put my paw there.
Marshall: You’re distracting me.
Rachel: Or there. How do you know Chase even wants to see you?
Marshall: I’m just blocking you out cause I gotta concentrate here.
Rachel: You know, most people who disappear into the mountains want to be alone.
Marshall: Nobody wants to be alone. Except
maybe you--
Rachel: I’m not alone.... I have friends, remember?
Marshall kicks a foot above his head to catch a foot hold.
Marshall: You mean the love experts?
Rachel: Yes, the love experts!
Marshall realizes he’s stuck.
Marshall: ...Please tell me I’m almost there.
Hee’s only about six feet up. His muscles shake.
Marshall: ...Does the air seem a bit thin to you up here?
Rachel smiles and gets a kick out of her.
Rachel: Hang on.
She pulls the rope from her bag. Just then Snow Pup steps out from behind a rock and waves to Rachel.
Snow Pup: Hey, Silvey? Not sure if this is going to solve the problem, but I found a staircase that leads exactly where you want it to go.
Marshall: Ha ha. Thank goodness. Catch!
Marshall drops off the cliff. Rachel catches him.
Marshall: Thanks! That was like a crazy trust exercise.
He hops down, brushes off his coat, and bounds off.
Rachel: watches after her, digging her fearless pluck.
