Third Person POV

"We're going to take my plan into action soon, Busby!" the Western Highland Terrier cackled hysterically, standing firmly in front of the castle's doors. 

She snorted until something hit her—Busby was not with her. Her paws began to tremble. Without Busby, her plan to take over Adventure Bay would fail, which is the last thing she wanted. Her only wish was to gain the positive recognition she always wanted while wearing the royal crown. 

She plans on taking her proposition into action soon, whether the PAW Patrol, Earl, Princess, and everyone who resided in the kingdom of Barkingburg would like it or not. She does not care what their reaction would be. She vowed to herself to never let anyone take advantage of her ever again. 

"Busby, where are you?" Sweetie croaked, her front paws trembling like a baby deer walking on frosty ice, "This is not the time to go missing!" 

The Terrier trudged back inside the castle to search for her beloved toy minion. From her view, Busby was nowhere to be found. The castle is large—and it would take forever to find the toy. While searching the marble floors, she bumped her head into the Earl's legs. He stood in front of the royal throne, where the Princess sat on proudly. 

"Sweetie, what is the matter?" the Earl queried with a stiff expression. 

"What's wrong, my precious pooch?" Princess questioned with concern.

"Busby has gone missing. I need him!" Sweetie yelped, her frown growing broader. 

"Maybe you should look outside. He might be somewhere around there," Princess suggested, extending a hand towards Sweetie's head before patting it. "I know you'll find him."

She nodded, brushing the Princess' hand off of her head. With all her might, she started to run, her paws gliding across the spotless, marble floor. She bolted out the door, concern in her eyes as she ran towards her pup palace. She was desperate to know where Busby was. She needs him for her plan—her vengeance. 

She didn't want to let go of it already. 

Busby was no where in sight on the outside of Sweetie's pup palace, nor the inside. She strutted to the garden of the castle, where her toy minion could possibly be hidden. The garden of the castle was large and elegant. The bushes were trimmed, the grass was cut, every flower was in its place, there wasn't a single weed in sight in the garden, and the grass was green in every spot—thanks to the water sprinklers that were planted into the ground. 

Sweetie swiftly trudged through the garden, her paws sweeping against the bristles of the lush grass. She rounded the area that contained cherry-red tulips. Busby was no where in sight. The Terrier looked behind the bushes after, already tired of searching. Her toy minion still was no where to be seen. 

She groaned with disappointment. She thought that it would take ages to find Busby in such a large area. Before giving up hope, she remembered that she could call Busby up to her with her collar. Busby would be sure to come up to her this way. 

"Busby, come to me," she hollered, shaking her collar with a paw. 

The light purple gems of her collar lit up, as well as the crown gem attached to the front. Sweetie tapped her paws against the ground patiently. Ten seconds passed and Busby wasn't there. Thirty seconds more passed and Busby still wasn't there. 

Sweetie began to complain out loud, mumbling out a few curse words here and there. She was already starting to lose hope. Deep down, she knew that she wasn't going to give up. She couldn't. She doesn't want to be mistreated ever again, so with that, she knew that she had get revenge. 

Fortunately, she began to hear a familiar noise that wheeled on the stone ground near the castle. The sound began to get louder as it neared before gliding on the grass to the Terrier pup. It was Busby! Sweetie's face lit up as her eyes gleamed. 

"Busby, you're finally here," she sighed with relief. "I've been looking for you for a while. I wonder where you've been. Anyway, I want to take my plan into action soon. I'm tired of waiting."

Before Sweetie could trudge across the garden back to her pup palace, the water sprinklers of the garden powered on. The Terrier's porcelain fur was began to get damp, as well as her paws. She began to run away from the garden, so she wouldn't get any wetter. 

Before she could reach the stone path that led to the entrance of the castle, she tripped on the grass—which was already slippery from the water sprinklers. She began to pick herself up with a groan.

"Sh—" she groaned, trying her best to prevent herself from cursing. "Why does this garden need to have water sprinklers? The grass is already green—it doesn't need to get any greener."

"You said it," a familiar voice chuckled from meters away. 

Sweetie's head instantly rose up. She glimpsed at whoever was in front of her, followed by an eye roll. It was Rubble. The Terrier began to wonder why Rubble was there. 

"What are you doing here?" she questioned, her tone sounding quite aggressive. 

"I'm here because I was about to have a late lunch at a restaurant near here, and I came to the castle to say hello to the Princess and Earl before I go. I stopped by to see if you're okay. I saw you fall down," he replied, keeping his distance. "And your fur is soaked with water."

"I'm fine," Sweetie answered briefly, curiosity in her eyes. "But why did you even ask? No one around here never gave a damn to ask if I'm alright. They just don't care."

She took a deep breath, letting out a pensive sigh. Rubble, however, stared at the ground for a long minute—which seemed like a year to him. He didn't know what to say to Sweetie. Heck, he didn't even know what to do. He knew he couldn't just say nothing, brush it off, and walk away. He wouldn't do that to anyone, especially to the pup he thought about differently—just not negatively. 

"I'm sure that people do care about you, Sweetie. They're probably just bad at showing it," he muttered. 

"Okay, but that still isn't going to change my mind," the Terrier huffed. "Let's take the Princess for example. She apparently likes everyone else more than me—and I'm her pet. She definitely likes you and the rest of the PAW Patrol more than me. She said so herself once."

"Well," Rubble mumbled, "I'm sure she still cares about you either way."

"Yeah, right," Sweetie scoffed before rushing to her pup palace. 

The Bulldog looked lost in thought as he stood there, watching Sweetie run off to her pup palace. He raised an eyebrow, baffled why Sweetie thought why no one cared about her. It would take some thinking to figure it out, for sure. To try to free up his mind a bit, he started to walk towards the gate of the castle, turning left so he could go to the restaurant he wanted to go to since he arrived in Barkingburg. 

Meanwhile, Sweetie was in her pup palace, thinking things through. She wasn't thinking about Rubble or their conversation. She wasn't even thinking about how no one cares for her, as she claimed. All she was thinking about was her plan, and her way of getting vengeance. 

"What do I want?" The Terrier asked to herself with a smirk, her heart beating with excitement. "Revenge."

***

Chase gawked at himself at the reflection of the window of his and Skye's hotel room, his eyebrow raised. It was three o'clock in the afternoon in Barkingburg and he wasn't enjoying his day. Heck, he didn't enjoy the vacation just yet. Skye, on the other hand, has been trying her best to figure out what was the matter with him.

"Chase, are you alright?" Skye asked with concern in her eyes, resting a paw on his shoulder. "You've been sitting here all day long."

"I'm fine, Skye," the German Shepherd mustered a smile. "I've just been thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?" the Cockapoo questioned out of curiosity.

"I'm thinking about Marshall... He can't get off my mind," Chase muttered, continuing to stare at himself through the window. 

Skye mirrored the bewildered look on Chase's face, looking at him just as perplexed as he was in the window. She knew that the connection between Marshall and Chase has been horrible, worse that she would ever think. 

More than anything, she wanted the two to be friends again. She wanted them to be truly happy, like they used to be. But she knew that it would take a long time to happen—if that would happen anyway. 

"Don't you think that you and Marshall could be friends again?" the Cockapoo asked, glimpsing at the carpet floor. 

"I'm very unsure about that. I mean, I don't want to be friends with Marshall again, and I'm sure he doesn't want to be friends with me again, either," Chase replied with a shrug. 

"Just because you don't want to be friends with Marshall again doesn't mean that he wants the same," Skye stated, staring back at the window to see her reflection. 

"Yeah, but still. I've already moved on. I know it doesn't feel right, but I just don't want to be seen as his friend. Heck, I don't even want to be seen as anyone to him," Chase answered.

"I don't know... I just miss you guys as friends. You two were friendly to each other, and now you guys don't even want to see each other, as far as I know," the Cockapoo sighed. "And Marshall hasn't been himself lately. He's just not his happy and funny self anymore. I miss that."

"I see your point, but Marshall is just a klutz who talks in his sleep about dog treats through the night," Chase protested. "You can't just take his side."

"I don't know, Chase... I just don't know," Skye muttered before strutting out of the room, leaving the Shepherd alone.