Paw patrol one shots

Rap battle (AU)

This is set within 'from underdogs to top dogs' AU.

"Let's do this." Skye smirked as she and the girls walked into the canteen. In her hand, Skye held a microphone and wore a smug expression as she approached Zuma and the boys.

"Zuma." She nodded.

"Skye." He returned. The brunette was also holding a microphone. Most of the students in the year were in the canteen. Everything had been planned.

"Ready you two?" Marshall laughed from behind the camera.

"Yee." Skye nodded. Zuma snorted and flicked her black cap so it fell off her head. The blonde moodily picked it up and put it back in her head, fixing her braid so it was over her shoulder.

"I'm glad it's summer so we could get away with shorts." Skye whispered to her friends. The girls giggled and joined the crowd.

"Rolling." Marshall smiled, fixing the camera so only Skye and Zuma were in view.

"Hey everyone." Skye smiled. "So as you may have seen on our channel, we have been having rap battles to find the best rapper in the group."

"If you wanna see the othews fiwst check them out in the playlist that we made."

"Anyway today is the grand finale. Me against Zuma."

"But the den wasn't weally enough fow us to do this."

"So we're at school. And we have a few friends with us." Skye ran forward and turned the camera to the over one hundred students watching them. The crowd cheered in response, bringing smiled to the group's faces.

"You weady?" Zuma smirked, checking his mic as Skye walked back.

"I was born ready. Dylan, hit it." Dylan, the schools best beatboxer had agreed to provide a beat for the two.

Skye: So today I'm battling the boyfriend of my brother, let's be honest we're always fighting with one another.
And to tell you the truth your rhymes are horrific, do your innuendos have to be so damn specific? Which of us has already had a career, I'd work more in a day than you would in a year.

There was a pause as Skye's hand dropped to her side and she gave an arrogant smirk to the brunette opposite her.
"Is that all you got Skye? Dylan. Go." Skye stood back and folded her arms, expectantly.

Zuma: career? Please. Save me a laugh. All you ever did was appear in cliché photographs. As for my rhymes, they're sharp as a knife, and my innuendos - can't you handle the adult life? I remember twenty ten, you were hottest pre-teen alive, seriously, was there a moment Dove Cameron died?

As Skye has predicted, the boys in the audience went nuts and started laughing or that weird 'oh' thing they do. She rolled her eyes and stepped forward again.
"You call that tough? Lemme show you how the big kids play." Skye taunted.
"Oh I'm so scared." Zuma said sarcastically.

Skye: losing to Dove Cameron, yeah I guess it's a fair fight, but if you want some action, better play your cards right.

Skye nodded to a slightly annoyed Rocky and smirked.

Skye: your friends call you the "big guy" and in sports that may be true. Oh wait! I forgot, I'm five-three, you're just five foot two.
Face it Zum, your raps ain't cool. When you lose to me you'll be proved to be a tool.

"You're never letting that height thing go are you?" Zuma groaned.
"Hmmm. Nope."
"Dylan, beat." Zuma glared at Skye.

Zuma: wow, one inch taller. What does that prove? When it comes to us we know I've got the best moves. At least in sports, I actually compete, all you ever seem to do is just jump to a beat. Out of the couples we all know you're the most 'shipped'. But let's face it, Chase, she's got you totally whipped.

And cue the boys losing their collective minds once again. Chase had now turned a deep shade of red as his friends teased him.
"That's how you wanna do this?" Skye challenged. "Rocky cover your ears. Dylan, gimme something like this:" Skye, from their couple of acapella lessons at school, was able to beatbox to some extent. She gave Dylan a beat to which he followed.
"You don't get extra points for that!" Zuma laughed.
"Oh honey, I don't need them."

Skye: So you say it's Chase that I always be whipping, at least when my man's done with me, this C-Smith is left sweat dripping. I know you say that I'm always tripping, but which of us has the balls to go skinny dipping? Rocky's scared of water, I accept that fact. But since when does my brother lead the pack. You say you're fearless, awesome and cool - bitch please you hide from a show for kids at preschool.

It was a fast verse but Zuma had no comeback and just stood there dumbfounded. The blonde smirked and walked towards him slowly. When she was about a foot away, she dropped her mic to the floor.
"I believe I just kicked your ass." She smiled.
"Looks like you win Skye!" Everest yelled, followed by cheers from the other students.
"Rematch!" Zuma called, chasing after her,