The afterglow of the setting sun is like golden silk, gently covering our bodies. I can feel the warmth.
My old friend licked my hand with his rough tongue, his eyes full of loyalty and gratitude. My minions are like guards, quietly surrounding me, guarding this territory that belongs to us.
What boss of the Paw Patrol, you don't even want to call me Godfather.
In this world, there is no absolute strong person, only partners who support each other. And you, my friend, will see us change the world.
Come on, come on, come on