π Zuma and the Ocean Secret
The sun rose over Adventure Bay, and Zuma was bouncing with excitement by the dock.
“Ready to make a splash!” he barked, tail wagging.
Ryder had called in with a mission. Captain Turbot had seen something glittering under the waves near Seal Island—and it looked out of place.
“Zuma,” Ryder said, “time to dive in and check it out. Could be part of an old shipwreck… or trash that needs removing.”
“You got it, dude!” Zuma grinned, leaping into his orange hovercraft.
The sea sparkled as he zipped toward the island, seagulls soaring overhead. When he arrived, he pulled on his diving gear and slipped into the blue with a bubbly splash.
Underwater, it was like another world—schools of fish zipped through coral castles, and seaweed danced like ribbons. Then Zuma spotted something odd: a shiny metal ring tangled in fishing line, stuck between two rocks.
“Hmm, this could hurt someone,” he said, paddling closer. “Time for a tidy-up!”
Just as he started, a strange noise bubbled through the water—EEP EEP!
Zuma turned to see Wally the walrus stuck in a net! His flippers were flailing and his eyes wide.
“Hang on, buddy—I got you!” Zuma dashed over and used his pup scissors to snip the net free. Wally wriggled out and gave Zuma a happy nuzzle.
“Now let’s clean up this ring too!” Zuma cheered.
Once everything was safe, Zuma surfaced. Ryder and Rocky were waiting.
“Way to go, Zuma!” Ryder said. “Rocky will recycle that metal ring, and Wally’s back to swimming free.”
That evening, Captain Turbot threw a sunset picnic.
“To Zuma,” he toasted, “for being the bravest, splashiest pup around!”
Zuma beamed as the sun dipped into the sea. “Nothing like an ocean adventure and a hero’s day!”