AN: Hey everyone here's my first Paw Patrol fanfic, I have nothing else to say so I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Paw Patrol.

"I just don't get it Busby," said Sweetie, the royal pup of Barkingburg. She was currently sitting timeout in her pup house with a tall golden fence to prevent her from escaping until her time was up, her toy frog, Busby was the only thing that was keeping her from going mad. "All my plans were foolproof, yet those meddlesome pups from Paw Patrol always get in my way!" The royal pup growled at the name.

The Paw Patrol...

Thanks to that team of six pups and their human boy leader they'd stopped Sweetie's attempts to steal the royal crown on three different occasions. Her first attempt was framing Chase, the police dog of the Paw Patrol in taking the crown and being rewarded in being queen until the princess was of age. It almost worked too, except Chase had video evidence of Sweetie taking the crown and admitting to frame Chase. Her second plan was scaring the princess out of the castle by making everyone believe it was haunted. The reason this plan failed was due to the remote she was using to control the suits of armor went haywire. Then there was her latest plot in stealing the throne (no really, she used balloons to steal the throne) which resulted in her stealing the Air Patroller, failed attempts of taking over the rain forest and arctic, then finally her getting motion sickness when the Paw patrol regained control of their Air Patroller and made it do insane air tricks.

Now here she was in timeout in her doghouse until supper time which was about an hour away. "Honestly Busby," Sweetie continued talking to her toy frog. "I'm the smartest, bravest-not to mention most beautiful-dog in the world. Yet I get defeated by a team of scruffy dogs and their owner!" The white terrier rested her head a top of a paw and slumped. "Seriously, there has to be a reason I can't beat the seven of them..." Sweetie pondered on this "Seven..." She thought more about this. "Seven..." Sweetie's eyes lit up and she stood up in excitement. "Seven, that's it! There's seven of them and only one of me! That's why I can never beat them!"

The royal white terrier's excitement quickly faded away as her tail drooped down. "Drat, how am I going to beat them? I can't recruit a team of other pups. Just about every dog in Barkingburg knows I'm not the "nicest" pup in the kingdom, plus they're all goody two-shoes anyways." The villain pup sat down to continue pondering about her situation. "If only there were seven of me, then I'd have the perfect team that'd obey my every command." Sweetie's eyes lit up once more as she got an idea. "I know, I'll make a machine that'll create seven copies of moi, then I can get the crown and the Paw Patrol wouldn't be able to stop me!" The white terrier gave a diabolical laugh before getting a small coughing fit from sucking in air the wrong way. Once she recovered, she looked around to make sure there was no one around. When the coast was clear, she grabbed the toy frog and pressed a button hidden by its knight's helmet. At once her dog house rose up via metal poles to reveal a secret hole. Jumping in she rode down a slide to her secret lab where she made all of her gadgets. At once she gathered the supplies needed to create her new machine...

Meanwhile at the Lookout, home of the dog rescue team known as the Paw Patrol, the pups were all laying about in the shade of a tree with their tongues out. "Geez, it's sooo hot," complained Marshall.

"Yeah, you could fry an egg on our vehicles," agreed Chase. He was resting against the trunk of the tree while fanning himself.

"Ugh, don't even mention hot food," groaned Skye who made a disgusted face. "Just the mention of hot food makes me sweat more."

"Then how about something cold and refreshing instead?" came a voice. The pups raised their heads to see their owner and leader, Ryder carrying several large tubs towards them. He set the tubs down as the pups approached him with curiosity on their faces. "I got ice cream."

"Ice cream?!"the pups exclaimed with joy as they howled with excitement. They then looked upon the flavors that Ryder had brought deciding which ones they wanted until Rocky noticed one of the flavors. "Chocolate?" he asked with a raised eyebrow before turning to Ryder. "But Ryder, we can't eat chocolate or else we'll get sick."

"Not this kind," the boy replied with hands presenting the tub. "Mr. Porter and I have been working on a special brand of chocolate that's safe for dogs to eat. But I also brought along some other flavors in case you don't like it."

"Well if that's the case I'll have chocolate and stwawbewwy!" said Zuma, the water rescue pup.

"I'll have double scoops of chocolate." said the construction pup Rubble. "I know I'll like it!"

"I want chocolate and strawberry!"

"Vanilla and chocolate!"

"Chocolate and liver!"

Everyone stared at the blushing Marshall. "What? I like liver flavored treats," said the dalmatian. Everyone laughed before Ryder started to serve everyone.

"At last it's complete!" exclaimed Sweetie as she stared at her hard work. In just under an hour she managed to build a machine to do the impossible: cloning. A purple box about the size of a doghouse with dozens of lights on the the roof, swirling tubes on the sides, two doorways for the clones to come out of, and a gumball dispenser. What? It was her machine, she could add whatever she wanted to it.

Rubbing her paws in pleasure, Sweetie circled her machine that would help her become the queen of Barkingburg. "Well Busby, what do you think?" she asked her toy companion. The frog toy had the same smile it always had. Sweetie rolled her eyes. "I know it looks weird but as long as it works it could look like a trash can for all I care." The white terrier went up to the keypad and typed in some commands. "But before I make six more of myself I'll make one just to make sure it works." Once the final code was set, Sweetie entered one of the doors and sat, the door closing in doing so. A moment later and the lights of the machine flashed orange and started to beep loudly. However since Sweetie's lab was so far underneath the castle the princess nor the Earl could hear it. Pink smoke filled in the space Sweetie was in until she was no longer visible from the outside of the small window. Busby stared with the same face as the machine shook and jitter uncontrollably. After a full minute the door opened and the smoke escaped. A dark figure could be seen exiting through the door to reveal-

Sweetie looked around in confusion. Where was her clone? There should be another Sweetie coming out the door awaiting her commands. "Phooey, it didn't work!" the royal pup grumbled. "I wonder what went wrong?"

"Sweetie, dinner!" came a voice from above that belonged to the princess. There were hidden speakers all over the castle so that the princess could call her pup no matter where she was. There was one near Sweetie's pup house which is how Sweetie was able to hear it despite being underground.

The royal white terrier pup's eyes lit up when she heard dinner was ready. "Oh boy, dinner!" she cheered in a more excited manner than usual. "Come on Busby I'll race you!" With a playful howl Sweetie and her toy raced out of the secret lab with the doors locking behind them. Just when they got out of earshot range, the cloning machine started up once more with its beeping orange lights. Pink smoke filled up the second space until a minute later and the door opened. A dark figure in the smoke stepped out, breathing heavily.

"Crown..." it mumbled before dashing out of the lab.

AN: Sorry for the short chapter and cliffhanger but I feel the introduction works well like this. Anyways I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a review about what you think of this so far. Catch you later!