Sweetie had never seen it before, yet she had received accurate descriptions of the magical meteor's majesty. "The Adventure Bay meteor," she whispered in quiet awe. Inside on padding material rested a large rock with glowing gold mineral veins running along the sides. Sweetie's eyes widened exponentially as she watched the sides and lid fall away. The butlers converged on it, using their tools to crack it open. They all stood in a semicircular group around a large wooden crate, about the size of a small automobile. In the centre of the throne room stood Ryder who was wearing an aviator's suit and helm, the Princess, the Earl, and several butlers carrying crowbars. 'Plan? What plan are we talking about?' She thought, creeping silently forward to peer around the corner. The plan wouldn't be complete without it." Was that the Earl? Sweetie's curiosity was piqued. "… I have it here," said a voice that sounded to be Ryder's. Pausing momentarily, she quickly readjusted the sheets on her bed before heading out into the hall, Busby trailing closely behind.Īs she neared the throne room, she began snatching snippets of the conversation. This may be worth my while if Marshall has come, anyway." She said, fluttering her eyes as she hopped to the floor. The Earl sought to converse with the Paw Patrol without my presence, then? Well, I'm off to intrude. "The Air Patroller? On our landing strip? So that's who their special guest is, or should I say guests. Even though he never said anything but an occasional squeak, Sweetie could communicate with him perfectly well. Her small robotic frog goon stood silent, looking smart in his knight armour and helm, feathered plume standing erect and proud. "What is that?" Sweetie asked, rolling to her belly and propping herself up on her front legs. She was interrupted when Busby rolled through the slightly ajar door. "Maybe I should crash their little party, make whoever that guest is run home screaming. "Vexation? Is that what they think of me?" Sweetie seethed, glaring at the roof. The colour scheme of the room was dominated by a prevailing pink. The lamps were not lit, and arrow slit style windows let in the only source of illumination, the waning sunlight, which cast long shadows across the floor. It was a comfy room, occupied by the large pup-bed, some shelves and chests loaded with toys, books, and things she had hidden away for her own personal use. When the somber supper was adjourned, Sweetie attempted to return to that mysterious wall, only to be banished to her room by the Earl stating that a special guest would be coming and they didn't need her, quote: "being a vexation" to the person.Īngry, and quite frankly a little hurt, she now lay on her back, sprawled across the silky pink sheets that decorated her plush bed. She had silently driven the food in her bowl back and forth, to and fro, mind occupied with many things, the odd wall not the least of which. Often, when left in charge of the Lookout in Ryder's absence, Chase took up this watch post anyways, so nobody would suspect him of anything.ĭuring dinner, as the servants brought forth tray after tray of delectable food, the conversation was scarce, almost nonexistent. Beside him was a bowl of water and a comic which was propped open against his pup-pack to hide a pair of binoculars. strange his friends were acting, he'd have to watch them and then compare his observations with their normal routines. Peering around, he knew he'd be holding this stakeout position for awhile. "If business is what you call deceptions," he finished. He stood on the top floor of the Lookout, out on the balcony, watching his fellow pups mill about doing their business. I was an island of truth in a sea of lies a lone warrior against what those I once considered allies." Chase muttered softly to himself, adjusting his fedora to shade his eyes. The warmth of the sun which stood over Adventure Bay was nullified by a fog.
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