A/N: So, I got this idea from a friend of mine when we got into a conversation about Sweetie. I would like to say that he is initially behind this idea, and I just turned it into a story. This shouldn't be long, probably only five or six chapters. So, as ever, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own PAW Patrol


Chase led Sweetie back to the castle, not a word passing between them. Chase was happy that way though. Sweetie was a bit much to have to worry about, causing the PAW Patrol to have to abandon their duties in Adventure Bay to stop one pup. Mayor Humdinger is never this bad, Chase thought to himself. Apart from the occasional issue with Humdinger, he tended to keep to his own town these days. Sweetie, on the other hand, kept getting worse. And worse. And worse.

What she had just done made kidnapping and blaming Chase for stealing the crown seem like she actually cared about him. This past time, she went to steal the crown, as usual. However, she managed to lock up the princess and the earl of Barkingburg, then took the crown and fled. It had taken days to find her location, but when the PAW Patrol finally found her, she attempted to have monkeys throw spears at them. Thankfully, the monkeys were poor shots, but she essentially had attempted murder. Chase was driving her back to the castle, where the princess would hopefully have her pup locked up. Hopefully.

"You know the princess wouldn't let you do anything to me! I'm her number one pup!" Sweetie proclaimed. Chase merely grunted, and shoved her forward. He had her in cuffs that allowed her to walk, but only by taking small, half-hop steps. He couldn't help but smile just a little as she stumbled and fell. He roughly dragged her up, not stopping.

"Keep moving," he merely said. She tried to run to catch her balance as she was dragged forward, but Chase kept her off-balance. She was forced into a lop-sided running hop sort of thing to stop from falling. They were heading up the driveway to the castle's courtyard, where Ryder and the other pups, as well as the princess, were waiting. Sweetie's chin and chest were wet, dirty and scratched from when Chase shoved her forward, but the rest of her fur was its usual clean white. The PAW Patroller came into view over the edge of the driveway, and soon, Ryder and everyone else were visible.

Chase led Sweetie right up to them, and gave her one final shove. She stumbled, tried to catch herself, and tripped over the cuffs she was in. Sweetie fell forward while trying to twist onto her side. She gave a small yelp of pain, but bit it back quickly. Chase sat down, an expression of satisfaction on his face. "There you go, Princess," Chase said, "I found Sweetie."

"Oh, thank you, Chase!" the princess exclaimed. She knelt down to hug him, but Chase wasn't surprised when she didn't hold the hug for very long. He had gotten at best six hours of sleep over the past 72 hours, and smelled like dirt, sweat, a little bit of blood, and something that he hoped was mud. His eyes were almost completely bloodshot, and his uniform was torn in multiple places.

"Anything to help, mi'lady." Chase bowed deeply, setting the princess into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, Chase! You don't have to be so formal among friends!" she declared. Chase looked up, and caught the earl's expression towards the princess. Chase even thought he saw the man's mustache wiggle ever so-slightly. Chase figured it was probably his tiredness that caused him to see it, but he liked to entertain the thought that the earl's mustache would wiggle at every breach in edicate.

"You have been through a rough ordeal, princess. You have my respect for staying so calm." Chase continued his bow, but moved his head to look up ever so slightly. The princess was blushing, her hand to her mouth in embarrassment.

"If it wasn't for the earl, I wouldn't have been able to remain so," the princess said, touching her counselor's arm. He swelled out his chest in pride.

"Anything to help the young princess!" he said curtly. Chase bit back a retort. The earl, in reality, was the one who panicked. If it weren't for the princess calming him, the earl would've gone insane. Chase would've bet his life on it. Well, I probably shouldn't bet my life on something like that, Chase thought to himself. Why am I betting my life in the first place? Didn't I already do that when I chased Sweetie? Ah, what the heck.

"Well, Earl, Princess," Ryder said, "If you ever have a problem, just yelp for help!" The princess curtseyed to Ryder, and the earl bowed.

"Thanks, Ryder, I do not know what I would do without you and the pups," the princess said. "And I thank you for finding Sweetie for me." She looked at the white pup who finally managed to get back up on her paws. "As for you, Sweetie, you've been a bad puppy. You are going to stay in your pup-house tonight, and no desserts for a week!" Chase choked on something in his throat, throwing him into a fit of coughing. He coughed multiple times until a wad of sickly yellow phlegm was spat out onto the stone courtyard.

The princess recoiled from Chase. "Sorry, Princess," Chase said.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll get someone to clean it up. Anyways, thank you again PAW Patrol! I'll be sure that Sweetie gets punished as necessary." She picked Sweetie up in her arms, and carried the white pup inside. The earl followed close behind. Chase watched as the figures were eaten by the monolith castle. He doubted that Sweetie would be punished severely.

His ears twitched as he heard claws clacking across the stone and into the PAW Patroller. Reluctantly, he turned and walked into the PAW Patroller. He went towards the back of the Patroller instead of the front so he could hopefully catch up on sleep. He dragged a bean-bag chair to a corner by the pup-houses. He walked in a few circles then plopped down. He nestled his head between his paws, and was asleep before one could count to ten.


Marshall felt his friend's forehead for the twentieth time that morning. It was burning, and the german shepherd had his eyes screwed shut. It had been two days since Sweetie's stunt, and Chase seemed to be paying the price for all those hours spent awake without sleep. Chase's breathing was uneven, and would vary to the point where Marshall was almost having a panic attack. The past night had been very hectic for the dalmatian, between having to keep an eye on Chase and having to get sleep. He had spent more time doing the former. Twice Chase's breathing had stopped, phlegm having built up in his throat. Marshall would smack his friend's back until a sickly yellow wad flew up and out of Chase's mouth. All in all, it wasn't terribly pleasant work.

Marshall himself had dark lines under his eyes, and went around with his eyes half-closed. It was mid-morning when one of the other pups walked in. Marshall was so focused on Chase and not falling asleep that he didn't even hear the door nor the pawsteps.

"Marshall?" Skye asked, touching the dalmatian's shoulder.

"Ah!" Marshall screamed, tripping over a pillow. He rolled backwards, ending up in a heap of bandages, hot water bottles, and blankets. He blinked a few times, and noticed that the cockapoo had a concerned look on her face. "Oh, sorry. I didn't- *yawn* -get enough sleep last night."

Skye helped Marshall unbury himself from the pile of things. "I'm sorry as well. I should've realized you'd have spent a large bit of the night watching Chase. Speaking of him, how is he?" Marshall checked over himself, then walked to Chase. Ryder had placed him on a pillow in the main hang-out area of the Lookout. Ryder agreed with Marshall when the dally said that it would be a good place to keep the shepherd comfortable, but still have quick access to the Medical Room.

"At this point in time, he seems to be improving. Last night his throat got clogged with phlegm twice to the point where he couldn't breath. The worst should be behind us, relating to his throat and nose and such, but, and this is a big but, he might go back to the way he was last night. At best, I would assume a few days before he gets better. He's a healthy and strong dog, don't worry." Marshall added the last part when he saw Skye's expression of horror. She reigned in and took a little control over her emotions, but Marshall could still tell she was worried.

"Skye, don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to him. You should go get some breakfast. Is everyone else still asleep?"

"Yeah," Skye said with a nod, "everyone's still asleep. Without you or Chase coming, I guess we all kind of slept late. I wouldn't be surprised if they-" The door opened, interrupting Skye. A refreshed Rocky and Zuma walked in, grins on both of their faces.

"And why are you t- *yawn* -two so cheery this morning?" Marshall asked. He yawned yet again, feeling even more tired.

"I think I like sleeping in," Rocky said. "I stayed up late last night working on a project, but now I don't feel tired. It's almost...enlightening." Skye's eyebrows shot up.

"What about you, Zuma? What are you so cheery for?" Skye asked, a bit curious.

"Well, it's a bwight, sunny day! The pewfect day to go to the beach and swim!" Zuma wasn't wrong. The sun was bright, and not a cloud threatened its light. It wasn't too hot, but still a good temperature for a swim. Not only that, but there was bound to be many people swimming today. Everyone on the PAW Patrol knew that on busy days that had lots of people on the beach, Zuma would insist on being a lifeguard. Everyone suspected that he did that as well as swam.

"Well," Marshall said, "I can't argue with that. Makes me a bit envious, but hey, I'll get another chance. I'd rather make sure our friend is fine." He turned a worried glance to Chase, and the others instinctively copied him. Marshall turned back to the others. "Go wake up Rubble, then go get some breakfast. Ryder should be up, unless he forget to set his alarm." Rocky snorted. Ryder never forgot to set his alarm. And somehow, he was always the first one up. Even Chase, who was up at the crack of dawn every morning, said that he said "good morning" to Ryder everyday before he woke the others up.

"Ok. Marshall, do want coffee, or tea, or something? You look more exhausted than I usually do," Rocky stated. Just before Marshall could speak, Rocky held up a paw. "Know what, I'll just get you some coffee. And breakfast." With that, the others left, leaving Marshall alone with a sleeping Chase.

"I was going to say that I could get it myself," Marshall said to his sick friend, "but I guess not. So much for being independant."

Rocky came back ten minutes later, a tray grasped with his pincers. On it was a steaming mug of black coffee, as well as scrambled eggs. Marshall raised an eyebrow at the eggs. "I didn't make them," Rocky quickly said, "Ryder did. You need to make sure you get protein if you're going to stay up with Chase. Even though he's, technically, not, awake." Marshall didn't say anything, but eagerly grasped the mug of coffee. He drank deeply, ignoring the heat of it burning his tongue and mouth. He loved its rich flavor, which the other pups couldn't understand. Marshall never usually drank coffee, being energetic enough that he didn't need it. When he did drink it, which was rare, he liked it black, something the other pups thought was weird. Really, only Rocky ever drank coffee. But he usually laced it with sugar and cream.

"Ah, that's good," Marshall said after his long sip. "It's amazing what coffee can do." Rocky nodded.

"You needed it. You still look exhausted. Here, eat something. You know as well as I do how you need calories." Rocky set the tray on the floor, and waited. Marshall sighed.

"You're not leaving until I eat, are you?"

"Not until you eat every last bite." Marshall said again, then started eating.


"It's not fair, Busby," Sweetie said, "That blasted PAW Patrol ruins everything. I almost had the crown this time. Almost. I wish we could get rid of them, but oh well. We can always try again later."

"Sweetie!" the princess's voice called in the distance, "Come on, Sweetie! We're going to have tea!"

"Coming, Princess!" Sweetie hollered back. The white pup turned back to Busby. "I still can't believe that ruffian Chase would do something like that to me. He had no right! I told you to keep an eye out for the PAW Patrol, Busby. Why didn't you warn me?" She was met with silence. "Oh, the silent treatment now? Thanks a lot. I don't even know why I ask for your help." Silence. Sweetie stared closely at her robotic minion. For being a robot of few words, Sweetie thought, he certainly can convey himself clearly. She gasped. "Busby! How dare you say that to me! It wasn't my fault the PAW Patrol caught us! It's yours! You were supposed to watch out for that sneaky Spy Chase!"

Sweetie thought long and hard. The princess didn't call again, probably satisfied with the fact Sweetie didn't really like tea. It wasn't anything compared to something such as coffee. Coffee? Why am I thinking about coffee? Sweetie thought. "Ugh, I need to think of a way to stop the PAW Patrol! I can't keep having them come after me! Busby, do you have any ideas?"

"As a matter of fact, I think I might have an idea." Sweetie stared at her toy. She knew that he couldn't really talk, but yet he did.

"When did you learn to talk, Busby?" she asked.

"Since I was a young child, but I'm afraid my name's not Busby. However, I have a proposal for you."

"A proposal, you say?" Sweetie asked, mildly interested, "Does it have anything to do with the PAW Patrol?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. I think I would rather be rid of that pesky boy and his mutts."

"I'm listening."

"I propose to join together. You want to be rid of the PAW Patrol, I want to be rid of the PAW Patrol. It's a win-win all around." Sweetie thought for a moment. It would be rather nice to be rid of those pesky pooches for good…

"I'm in."

The voice she had been hearing laughed evilly.

"I knew you would be."


A/N: Who could this be? Anyone got any ideas? I hope you guys enjoyed this. I am hoping to make this more of a light-hearted, amusing story. Just kinda break away from my usual tragedy and drama in stories. This was fun to write, and hopefully I won't hit writer's block as we go along. Until then, this is TheMattdude signing off!