The Pink Knight's keen, chemosensory tube-feet are ablaze with the foul odour of a distant alarm response.
"A fellow being in distress!" he murmurs, body trembling in moral indignation. Due to the superheroically gelatinous consistency of his crime-fighting flesh, his body continues to tremble for a long time.
The Pink Knight rears up into the dark sea above, powered by his mighty tentacles and aesthetically pleasing fins.
He shall arrive at the scene of the crime within about 45 minutes to an hour.
He can only hope he's not too late.