Sweetie sighed as she sat locked in her pup house, and patted Busby. "Busby, I'm tired of those pups always beating me, maybe... maybe we should try to be nice to them?"

Busby squeaked.

Sweetie continued. "You're right, it sounds preposterous, but I think it might work."

Just then, the princess came over ans unlocked the gate. "Ok, Sweetie, you may come out now."

"Oh, thank you, Princess. And I've given up trying to take your crown, it's worthless to keep being a bad pup."

"That's excellent, Sweetie! I'll call the Paw Patrol and have them come so you can tell them yourself." The girl stepped inside and made the call.

A short time later, the Paw Patrol arrived. Chase was talking to Marshall and Skye as they got out of the air patroler.

"I bet you all my treats that this is just another one of Sweetie's  schemes to steal the crown. I won't ever trust that pup, she locked me in the dungeon last time!"

Marshall nodded. "I agree. She's no good, and can't be trusted."

Skye agreed with both of them.

Rocky overheard their conversation. "We can't know that for sure, maybe she thought about her deeds and wants to change her ways? Shouldn't we give her a chance?"

"No!" The rest of the pups said, including Zuma. 

Rocky sighed.

When they all walked in, Sweetie welcomed them. "Hello, Paw Patrol, thanks for coming back.  I want to apologise to you all for how I behaved and-"

Chase stopped her. "Look Sweetie, we understand just what you're doing, you're just trying to get us to believe that you're 'nice' so you can steal the crown or throne."

"But I-"

This time, Skye slapped Sweetie's cheek. "Shut up. You're an evil pup, and you always will be. There's nothing and no one who can ever make you change."

"B-but I did..." Sweetie started, but stopped. "FINE! You don't want me to have a chance to change? Then I WON'T! I will steal the throne someday! You'll see. Ahahaha-*snort*"

Of course, neither Ryder not the Princess heard the pups talking because they were chatting in the other room.

"Well, pups, did you finish your talk?" Ryder asked.

"Yes. We have." Chase said, staring at Sweetie. She glared back.

"Then let's head home." The boy said, waved to the princess, and jumped into the air patroler.

As the plane flew off into the distance, Sweetie growled. "I thought they'd forgive me, but I was wrong. None of those pups give a care about me at all." Just then, Sweetie stepped on a piece of crumpled paper. "Whats this piece of garbage? Eh, who cares? I'll read it later." She stuffed the paper into her pocket of her collar and walked off to devise her most diabolical plan ever. "I won't loose this time, Paw Patrol. Ahahaha-*snort*."
____________________________________To be continued...