"Stop, Sweetie, you've got nowhere left to run. Now, give back the crown and the throne." Chase ordered, backed by the rest of the pups as they slowly surrounded the Terrier.

"Ugh! Fine, you've got me. Here's the crown, Paw Patrol.... hmph! Pesky pups." Sweetie grumbled.

"Oh! Thank you, pups and Ryder. Sweetie, you naughty little puppy. You must stay in your house for a week." The princess of Barkingburg said, as she took her crown from Ryder.

"Thank you all again, Paw Patrol. We simply don't know what we'd do if you hadn't stopped Sweetie's plans." The Earl of Barkingburg said, then put a leash on Sweetie. "And as the princess said, you will be residing in your puppy palace for a week, Miss Sweetie."

"Yes, yes. I know. Come, Busby." She called and her robotic toy followed.

Ryder and the pups smiled. "You're welcome, Princess and Earl, and remember: whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help!" Ryder bellowed.

Two weeks later...
The pups were all outside, playing tag. Marshall was currently "it", but seemed to only be interested in catching one pup: Everest. Just the day before, he had gone to her and admitted that he had feelings for the husky, and the rest was history. Now it seemed that the two couldn't go a moment without being near one another; and this weighed heavy upon a certain mix breed.

"I tell you, Zuma, he's terrible. He asks her first, and it's love at first sight. I hate it." Rocky fussed, and glared at the two "lovebird" pups chasing each other.

"Don't feel bad, dude." His best friend said. "So you missed her? Big deal. Like I always say, thewe awe plenty of other fish in the sea, and-"

"Zuma! You don't understand! No one is meant for me, except her! Now there will never be a pup for me, and know why? Because I'm a stinking mix breed, and no girls like mix breeds. Everest was the first to say she did, but clearly that changed. Grr! I need to be alone!" And Rocky ran into his pup house and slammed the door shut.

"Sowry, dude!" Zuma yelled in his direction, but Rocky didn't hear a thing. He cried softly inside his pup house. "I wish I could find a pup who liked me for me, and didn't care that I was a mix."

"Paw Patrol! To the Lookout!" Ryder voice said a few moments later, and the pups assembled right after.

"Ready for action Ryder, sir!" Chase barked.

The boy explained was that the Princess of Barkingburg needed them once again. Sweetie had thought she saw a ghost in the castle, and they had to find out how to get rid of it.

Ryder pushed a button on his pup-pad, and put the Mission Paw symbol onto the big screen. "This is a Mission Paw, pups. To the Mission Patroller!"

The pups barked happily, and followed Ryder.

Rocky sighed as they drove to Barkingburg. "No one else will ever love me. Not like Everest did. Maybe... maybe I'm just destined to be alone..." Rocky sighed once more, layed his head on his paws, and slept for the rest of the trip.
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To be continued...