The white terrier wrinkled her nose as she stepped paw into the seediest part of Barkingburg. If anyone had recognized her, she would probably die of embarrassment. She was a royal pup, she didn't belong here but... Desperate times call for desperate measures. She tugged her cloak, one of an ugly brown color to make any onlookers think she was a common pup, tighter around her form as she made her way to a seedy looking bar for dogs. Pushing her way inside, she found her way to a nearby table. She gave an order for water and sat back, hoping to god no pup would realize the white terrier in the cloak was the Princess of Barkingburg's pet.
"You the one who called?" The terrier lurched forward, briefly choking on her water as she turned to the speaker. The speaker was a female dog, with about seven other dogs sitting around, wearing masks.
"A-ah! The K-9 Squad I presume? The group of genetically enhanced canine mercenaries?" The dog leered at the terrier.
"Princess Sweetie I presume? Private pet of Princess Belle of Barkingburg?" Sweetie recoiled in horror as the masked dog chuckled. "Oh don't worry, I have no interest in telling anyone. So whad'ya call us her for anyway?" Sweetie composed herself.
"Y-yes well, I heard that you were the best of the best." The dog nodded. "I had also heard there were nine of you."
"Not for a long time kid."
"Yes well... I need some pests... 'Taken care of'."
"How many?"
"Nine. Eight dogs, one human. They're a group called the PAW Patrol." The dog huffed.
"Never heard of 'em."
"They're best known around Barkingburg, Foggy Bottom, and Adventure Bay." The dog nodded in response. "They'll be attending the Princess' Birthday Party at Barkingburg Castle this friday. I'll give you eight grand for this." The dog sputtered, before getting in Sweetie's face as the terrier recoiled in fear.
"Eight grand!? For nine targets!? You gotta be kidding kid. That's gonna cost at least fifty grand!"
"I-I don't want to spend to much or else my owner will find out!" The dog pulled back sneering.
"You gotta picture of this PAW Patrol?" Sweetie held up a picture that the dog took. It showed the PAW Patrol posing with the Princess around the royal throne. "Don't look interesting, sorry cupcake, you're outta luck..." She trailed off as she laid her eyes on one specific pup in the picture. "We'll do it for ten grand, no less."
A FEW DAYS LATER...
"Chase can you help me?" A small cockapoo asked. "There's a zipper on the back that I can't reach, and Ryder's helping Rubble out."
"Sure thing Skye." The german shepherd responded, grabbing the zipper in his teeth and pulling it up, trying not to freak out about how beautiful Skye looked in the dress.
"Thanks." The pup smiled sweetly as she went to work on the bow that went with the dress. "I'm excited for tonight, you?"
"Of course." Chase grinned. "Not everyone gets invited to a princess' birthday party." Skye just snickered, then paused.
"I just thought of something."
"What's that?"
"Everest in a dress." Chase took a moment to process that as the mental image formed in his mind, and he snorted with laughter at the thought of the rough and tumble snow loving pup in a dress.
"Pups!" They heard Ryder's call and made their way outside, where the rest of the main team were already dolled up in suites. They would pick up Everest, Jake, Tracker, and Carlos on the way to Barkingburg.
"What kind of food do you think they'll have?" Rubble asked as they all climbed into the Air Patroller.
"Considewing it's the Pwincess, only the best!" Zuma replied.
"I just hope Sweetie doesn't cause trouble again." Rocky mused.
"Come on guys, even if Sweetie does try something, how much damage can she actually do?" Marshall exclaimed. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, none of them aware of how this night would turn out.