First Salvo
a Zootopia fan fiction by Dan

Rated M+

(c) Zootopia 2016 by Disney Animated Studios
(Artist Ownership) Ayden Gull from BRO GULLS by Anti_Dev
(Artist Ownership) “I will Survive by William Borba 2017
(Artist Ownership) Sheath and Knife by Harmarist
(Artist Ownership) Anubis and the Buried Bone by Harmarist
(c) (Artist Ownership) The Kzinti by Larry Niven
(Artist Ownership) Don Carnage Disney’s TAIL SPIN
(Artist Ownership) Ikkey the Fox Kit by Inkbunny;s Ikkey
(Artist Ownership) Master Guns Flash by Inkbunny’s Flash Timberwolf
(Artist Ownership) Characters From Omaha the Cat Dancer Reed Waller 1994
(Artist Ownership) Jag Damien Tiger from Inkbunny’s Fluffy Puffy
(Artist Ownership) Dean Wilson from Animalolympics 1980
(Artist Ownership) Tanya Mousekovitz from American Tail
(Artist Ownership) Blotasky and Perkins from Cat Shit One by Motofume Kobayashi
(c) Alvin and the Chipmunks and the Chipettes from the 1980‘s cartoon series.

Chapter 34: Welcome home day

Savana Central
August 28 2040
Naval Headquarters, Office of Naval Intelligence
Noon

      The Female sheep performing the post brief regarded Botasky’s curious look...”You seem fixated on something Sargent?”

      Bodah shook his head. “Please...forgive me mam. Your flaxen top on your head? It just got my attention because it seems more pinkish than your coat of white.”

     The female sheep smiled. “You are probably the first mammal to ever notice that. It’s natural I can assure you. My mother’s is so much more prominent.”

     Perkins slapped Bodah on the head. “Ouch! Packy? Damn!”

     “Sir?” The sheep asked Perkins. “Why did you do that?”

     “Because my Sargent should know better than to be rude.” Perkins snorted. “Please continue Mam?”

     “Yes....yes forgive me.” The female sheep replied. “But you must know that he paid me a wonderful compliment and I am not in the least offended. Now? In your report, you stated that you observed a lot of diverse construction equipments on the island of Roya and that the Kznti had “tarped” much of the high ground. What do you mean by “Tarped”?”

      “They draped large screens over some of the summit. We surmised that this was to prevent both horizontal viewing and vertical viewing We witnessed concrete trucks, heavy bulldozers, heavy road grater tractors and at least during our time there, a convoy of covered 12 ton trucks dropped off by a heavy lift transport ship.”

       The female sheep made notes. “It will take some time for us to get translations of all the audio you collected on your mission. What about the Kzinti soldiers? Their uniforms, their equipment?”

      Perkins sipped his coffee...”Their very disciplined. Even their off duty and barracks life has a regime of strictness and some order. I noticed some of their personal arms. Except for a few sub machine guns, many of these troops are armed with bolt action rifles. Even their squad supporting machine guns require a crew to service them verses our Marines and their BAR and SMAW one mammal served weapons.”

     “Interesting.” The sheep replied. “They had no individual auto-loaders?”

     “They have sub-machine guns.” Perkins replied. “But the bolt actions were more numerous. But I won’t say that’s a handy cap if they’re as disciplined as we saw.”

      “And the costal defenses Sargent Botasky? You said the island is ringed with high velocity artillery guns?” The sheep asked Bodah.

       “Yes Mam.” Botasky replied. “They’re 88 millimeter pieces with very long barrels and tight spiral rifling. Judging by the size of cased shells and the Kzinti themselves? They could probably get off six good shots a minute and at a flat trajectory? Those guns could punch through even our best amphibious armor. I had to examine the shell colors carefully and I think there’s a mix of armor piercing, high explosive and anti-mammal shrapnel rounds for these guns. I also noticed that in each gun emplacement? The floor is conical in shape which tapers down to a deep hole in the center. I think...based on my close observation....that this is to thwart grenades. And the shelters for the guns are built with sloped faces to deflect shells and rockets.”

       “What ever they’re doing on that island mam?” Perkins said. “It’s very important to them. They’ve obviously expended enormous time and effort into turning the place into a kill zone. What exactly they’re doing on that island is at least to me right now a mystery but a very serious worry.”

      The female sheep took notes....”Thank you for taking the risk of this mission. Hopefully we will know more once the collected audio is transmitted. If you would? Please sign these agreements of confidentiality? This information MUST NOT leave this room.”
  
       Bodah looked at Packy then turned to the sheep. “Mam? May I ask a simple question of you? was this mission authorized? I mean...approved up the chain of command?”

      Perkins stood up and snatched Packy by his shirt. “Bodah? Sign the form and meet me out in the hall way.”

      Botasky was stunned....obviously Perkins was pissed off at him. Once he signed the form, Botasky walked out and stood before his commander...

     “What the fluck kind of bull snit question was that Bodah?” Perkins snorted in Botasky’s face. “What the fluck’s gotten into you?”

      “Nothing Packy...” Bodah replied. “It’s just that I’ve had a worry ever since we started going on these missions. Are they ok? Have they been authorized? I mean....there’s questions being asked by a lot of these on-line personalities like Miss Piggy and....”

       “I don’t give a snit in hell what that porker bitch is saying Bodah....not one damn bit! We don’t question our orders or our missions when the high command gives them, They give, we execute. That was a seriously fluck up question you pulled in there! You could have been given the boot with a seriously painful front tooth removal for that stupid bull snit comment of yours!”

       Botasky turned his head away....”Look at me Mister!” Perkins growled. “I don’t need you to blow your career Bodah! Frith damn it hell you are the best back up mammal I have on these things and I’m not going to lose out because you got a subconscious objection orgasm...

       Perkins sighed deeply and placed his paw on Botasky’s shoulder...”I need you Bodah. I wouldn’t be so protective of you if I didn’t think you were worth it. Do you understand?”

      Bodah replied with a nod....”Copy.”

      “Alright then.” Perkins said. “Come on....we can make that big party in Sahara Square and get sloshed off fermented carrot juice. I’ll buy the rounds.” Perkins said, yet still Bodah looked a little upset...

      “Sigh....out with it Bodah. Something’s still biting you isn’t it?” Perkins asked.

       Botasky stopped and took a deep breath...”I really thought I was a goner back there Packy. I had a serious night terror sleeping on the way back about being thrown through the air, my flesh being torn up, watching my guts being devoured by one of those monsters? It really tore my mind up. And them pissing all over me? I thought for sure I was a goner.”

      Perkins looked up as they left the intelligence building...”Well? Everything’s still Bodah. And to show I have empathy and “Mammal-manity”...I will do my best not to let it sneak out during our coming intoxication that my best sniper got a hard on from his first golden shower.”

     Botasky punched Perkins off the shoulder. “You sick flucker!”

     “Got you out of your depression didn’t I?” Perkins asked as he wrapped an arm around Botasky. “We need to find a nice plump female today who’ll absolutely rape your brains out. Carrot juice and pussy, the best prescription a doctor can write for his patient.”

      “Where did you get your medical license Packy? Sugar Smacks box tops?”

Rapid Transit Station
Hump Street, Sahara Square
August 28 2040
Noon

     Ricardo Sancho (Wolf) stepped off the MART car (Mammal Rapid Transit) with his grandson Morty and the Kzinti Kawam-ura who was flanked by a pair of undercover police tigers in civilian clothes...

     “Ok....Morty? I usually do not lampoon or voice a downer to a few of your brilliant ideas but, and please don’t be too offended by what I have to say but...this by far is the most ill advised, ridiculous and outright stupid ideas you’ve ever conceived in your brilliant little furry brain. Just giving my grandfatherly advice mind you.”

      Kawam-ura growled....”Do not...call Morty stupid.”

     Ricardo shrugged. “Oh wow....he can say a few words of our language now? We’v reached a magnificent point in evolution.”

      “I can say more than a few words about you old Lupinian snit scratcher.” Kawam-ura replied in good Zootopian. “We Kzinti are fast learners and I will allow no one to disparage Morty Wakamoto with such pathetic crudeness.”

       Ricardo threw a paw around in the air...”Look my oversized excuse for a kitty litter box matt. What I was trying to explain to “my grandson” is taking the risk of escorting an abnormally sized tiger that every mammal pisses themselves even thinking about seeing, through an absolutely crowded festive occasion. Such adventures usually end up in mass stampedes, out of control scurrying and mass barking....in other words? If this goes tits up my friend? You’re life will be in grave danger. I was just pointing out the facts sheet there Morris.”

     “And I should stay locked up in a safe house like a sacred family scroll? I trust Morty to protect me as much as I have come to realize how smart and wise he is for his age. Who is the real adult among us?”

     “Hmph....” Ricardo snorted. “See if I give you any solstice presents there Leaning Tower of Tiger.

     “Granps? I can take care of Kawam-ura. How else to show him how united our whole society is towards peace than expose him to something like this?” Morty asked. He then turned to Kawam-ura...”Just remember to only speak Zootopian and keep your talking with other Mammal’s brief like we practiced. If we do get into a screw up? Eddy and Carl here will get you away, right guys?”

      Carl patted Kawam-ura’s arm....”We’ll introduce you to Zootopian football, ZPD conference.”

      Kawam-ura smiled back...”My expectation is the food....and don’t get nervous over that.”

      “Barby steer flank strips!” Morty replied licking his chops. “wait till you try that! Especially with a Balsamic sauce! Mmmmm....it’s an absolute wolf-gasm.”

Inner Urban Highway One
Entering Sahara Square
August 28 2040
Noon

      The traffic was heavy but still very orderly managed as Nick and Judy drove the Chippettes in their back seat to the arrival festival. The Chippettes couldn’t help singing to the radio music, which at the moment FM200‘s Dale Dorse the Amazing Horse was broadcasting from the festival at Sandy Point Navy Base. The Chippettes were doing a cover of the Wild Otter’s surfing craze and even without mics and instruments they were still pleasantly harmonious.....

“You’ll see em surfing at Rodando Beach!.....and the P.J. Slalom......Rakata Beach and the Wind House....they’re all walkin the moooooon.....LAY OUT NANCY!”

       Judy was so into the beat, she swerved the SUV back and forth with the beat causing Nick to snatch the wheel...”Fluff? You’re going to get us arrested.”

      “Fine with me.” She replied smiling. “I’m having station width-drawl symptoms.”

       The Chippettes stopped singing with Eleanor leaning between the front seats...”You two make such a sweet couple.”

       Nick smiled....”The sweet thing about it is my chocolate rabbit.”

       “This voice always makes my nose twitch.” Judy said as she patted Nick’s leg.

       “So how does it feel being retired?” Brittany asked. “What do you do in retirement?”

       “Get a break from your never ending mouth?” Jeanette snickered.

        “Are you looking for a pounding?” The younger Chippette snorted at her older sister. “Was I talking to you Jeanette?”

       “When do you ever stop talking?” Jeanette chirped back. “Don’t mind us...sniping is part of the family bond. It’s always me that has to scheme our way out of trouble.”

        “So are you here to sing in the festival?” Judy asked.

       “No...” Jeanette replied. “I’m here to suffer through Brittany’s constant attention on Alvin Seville’s butt.”

        “I do NOT attend to that loud mouth, self absorbed, trouble maker’s butt!” Brittany yelped.

        “Could have fooled me...” Eleanor snickered. “She keeps a body pillow printed with Alvin under her bed so when we fall asleep?, she pretends she’s in the beach scene from “Here to Mammality”....”Oh Alvin....kiss me among the swaying palms?”

       “THAT DOES IT!” Brittany screamed and the hair pulling, clothes grabbing, paw scratching fight was on!

         Judy yelped! “Nick! Calm them down before we wreck!”

         Nick moved slowly between the front seats and reached his paw towards the mangled mauling of angry female Chipmunks....”Ok.....ok.....please girls? You need to calm down and relax so we can get there safely...”

        “Who asked you to get involved?!” Brittany snapped. She grabbed a stuffed animal and started to beat Nick off the head! “Family discussion! Butt out!”

       “Yeah!” Jeanette yelped. “You’re disturbing the harmony here!”

       Nick flopped back in his seat rubbing his snoot as the tussles continued...”They’re crazy!”

       Judy giggled. “Little high energy mammals usually are. I hope they have enough energy for a performance or two when we get there.”

      “About getting there?” Nick asked. “Did you call Darla’s parents?”

      “Yes.” Judy replied. “The conversation was short lived and the answer was still a very firm no. I think her father is driving the whole rejection.”

      Nick growled....”I’m itching to tell that....tell that otter what I think about my son.”

     “Don’t make things worse Nick?” Judy begged. “Let Jackson and Darla work this out. We promised not to try and match make things.”

      “I’m not going to “try” anything Carrots.” Nick said. “If they just happen to be there? I’ll invite her father for a casual cabana drink, a pleasant conversation and I’ll put the old Nick spin on him....”

     “And then it’ll devolve into teeth snapping.” Judy snickered.

     “No it won’t.” Nick huffed. “There won’t be much of a “snap” when I’m done.”

     Judy looked back to see that the Chippettes had returned themselves to laughter and sisterly bantering and calmer teasing...”I see the family discussion resolved itself?”

    “You should see us at work on new songs.” Brittany said as she crossed her arms. “It’s worse than this. So? You have a son?”

      “I think he’s probably claimed already Brittany.” Jeanette said with a pointed paw finger.

      “Yes...he’s wanting to marry an otter he’s known since Junior High School but her parents are against the idea.” Judy said.

       Jeanette gestured...”Appeal to the otters most important body part? Wine and dine the parents.”

       “And I would suppose you all have the perfect plan for doing so?” Nick asked. “Given your own difficulties with Alvin Seville...”

       Brittany leaned between the driver and passenger seats. “ Aside from mister “self fantastic" We’ve done difficult gigs to help friends with their love problems. You just need to set and control the mood. Let us help you?”

        Nick looked at Judy. “You realize Jackson is not going to be happy with us at all if he finds out we’re meddling.”

        Judy replied. “What’s more important? Worrying about angry otters or our son’s happiness? If we’re going to defend our son? At least let’s do it without resorting to teeth and claws. I’m willing to try the Chipettes if you are Nick?”

        Nick snickered. “Now who said we should not meddle?”

        Judy replied. “We are not meddling. We’re simply inviting them over for a nice dinner and a social. I’ll even call Alice and Randall Otterton to come over? We haven’t seen them in a while you know?”

The fleet Welcome home festival
Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
Noon

       Will was talking with Chuck, Bobby and Omaha when his parents came walking up followed by Alex and his new girlfriend Tina...

       “You are certainly trying your hardest not to be found aren’t you Son?” Gordon said as he patted Will on the back.

        “Glad you all could make it through the crowd!” Will said as he gave his mother Valerie a hug. “Hey Mom...”

        Valerie stood back and pulled on Will’s jowls...”I am soooo proud of you! You planned this whole thing in so short a time?!”

         “It wasn’t all me mom.” Will said as he turned to the others...”Mom? Dad? This is Chuck, his girlfriend Omaha and Bobby who’s the “PR” mammal for this whole day.”

         “You guys are fantastic.” Gordon said as he looked around and nodded. “This is going to knock the heads off every Marine and Sailor.”

          “We only want them to know that while we’re against war, we’re not against the mammals in uniform.” Will said confidently. “I’m only setting the example you preached about Dad.”

         Alex walked up to Will and thumped his paw finger off his brother’s chest. “Guess what Will? Mom and Dad are letting me get an apartment! I’m moving out of the house!” 

        Will looked at his parents with a little concern....which Alex jumped upon with a growling face...”What?! It’s alright with them. I need to live on my own anyway because I’m a year away from eligible enlistment in the Marines. What? Do you think I can’t take care of an apartment?”

        “I didn’t say that Alex.” Will replied waving a paw.

       “Your face sure said enough.” Alex replied. “You think I’m not capable of living by myself huh?” Alex huffed. “You’re hoping I would  stay home?”

        “No! That’s not it at all Alex!” Will said defensively. “I mean....I mean there’s still a lot for you to juggle around with school and all...”

        “I can take care of myself just fine Will.” Alex snorted back. “Here you go again, treating me like a cub as if our last talk didn’t mean anything.” Alex turned to Tina...”Come on Tina, I need some space time.”

          Valerie gestured to her son as he started walking away paw in paw with Tina....”Alex?” She said worried.

         “I’m fine Mom.” Alex replied waving. “I’m fine, I just need some time and air ok?”

         Will shook his head as Alex and Tina walked into the crowds....”Mom? Dad? I am so sorry...”

          “Oh believe me...” Gordon replied. “It wasn’t easy deciding to let him have an apartment Son but Alex is right...we can’t keep you two on leashes any more, it’s time you did your thing and Alex to do his. We’re not putting anything on you William.”

          Gordon wrapped an arm around Will’s shoulders. “Come on Son...show your old Dad this speech you’re going to make? I want to see if you need to add or fix your Sailor and Grunt terms.”

          Will turned to give Valerie a kiss...”I think you guys should both come with me? There’s.... There’s something important you both need to know.” Will looked at his parents nervously. “I....I have a boyfriend and I should at least tell you about him before you meet him.”

The Task Force enters Sandy Point
Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
12:35pm

        The ships entered Sandy Point in a line one after the other with the command ship “Tun Taven” in the lead, followed by the huge assault ship “the Sayoni” then the destroyers Gnu York, Savana and the Growler in the rear of the line.

        Darla, Jackson, Gilly and other members of the crew lined the side of the Growler facing the city and saw the masses of mammals as they flocked to the shore line starting at the very tip of the harbor opening and getting bigger and deeper in numbers as they cheered and partied with waving flags, signs and party favors getting the crews of the ships to wave back with happiness!

      “Everybody from Sahara to the Burroughs must be here!” Gilly said as he waved. “Holy snit guys?! Did we win something or what?!”

       “Got to admit it Gilly.” Darla said as she waved. “This wolf pal of yours knows how to make a big party happen huh?”

        In the midst of the excitement, Ensign Rudy Dolf joined the line of Sailors in his dress white uniform...”Pretty cool huh shipmates?” Rudy asked as his nose glowed bright red. “Here’s the reason we all wear these uniforms.”

        “Does that show your level of happiness Sir?” Jackson asked.

        “You bet it does.” Rudy replied. “Clarisa is going to be here and you’d think my tongue wouldn’t be knotted up?”

        Jackson regarded that something was missing...”Sir? Where’s the mascot?”

        “Locked in my stateroom.” Rudy replied. “I don’t need to carry him around any more because the “Bull” period has passed. I have to present him to the next new ensign that shows up.’

       Rudy poked Jackson in the back...”I don’t know how to repay you Petty Officer Jackson for what you did for me and then for Clarisa when she got back too Zootopia.”
 
      “Don’t pay anything Sir.” Jackson replied. “Just be happy and take care of her. She’s really nice and I think she’s a good fit for you. But? But you two can’t “fawn” and we feel sorry for you both.”

       “There’s always adoption and other ways.” Rudy said. “It’s not going to change how I feel about her. She doesn’t have anyone else and I’m an addictive spoiler so we gel. Any way all of you enjoy going ashore and being home but don’t get too torn apart will you?”

        Darla snickered...”Jackson’s going to be sore and tired when I’m done raping him silly.”

        “Not until after we talk to my Mom and Dad? Dar?” Jackson said smirking. “They’re getting ready to sell the old house and move if these offers work out.”

       Gilly turned to Jackson...”How bout you and me make a night for just us Jackie? I’ll spot dinner, we’ll go “clubbing”? Call it an early bachelor party?”

       Darla smirked at Gilly. “Are you trying to steal my boyfriend?”

      “Wouldn’t think of such a thing.” Gilly replied. “But you are quite the knock out for a hybrid Jackie.”

       “And the way you said that? I just got the creeps.” Jackson replied. “But yeah Gill? Let’s do that! Cept I’ll “dez drive” us around. Your friend won’t get all “K-9“ about it will he?”

       “Nah....” Gilly replied. “As long as I come home somewhat cognizant and unmolested.”

       On the Tun Taven, General Bugs was reading from a paw full of paper as he stood on the port wing bridge with Porky and “Wild E” watching the throngs of celebrating mammals waving from the shoreline...

     “It really makes you understand why you wear the uniform, doesn’t it General?” Wild E said as he leaned on the rail. “Pulls at the heart strings to see this.”

      Porky worked through his stuttering and stammer..."How can you not love living here? Look General? The whole of Bunny Borough must be here?” Porky looked at Bugs who seemed to be paying the papers more attention....

     “You alright Sir?” Wild E asked.

      Bugs lowered the papers....”No...I’m not or can you tell from my poker face attempt that I’m trying not to cry.”

      Porky leaned against the rail...”Sir? Is it just what they’re doing that has you upset?”

      Bugs gripped the top rail tight and winced....”Gawd damn it guys...I love them. I love their want for peace, I love how they all stand together, I love that they wish no harm on even a flea and damn it....it pisses me off that it’s all for nothing!”

      “Surely Sir?” Wild E said. “We can’t abandon hope?”

      Bugs took a moment to ponder...”The signs I’m getting? They tell me we’re all on borrowed time. The Kzinti are preparing for war. They’ve already casted the dice...they.....just haven’t hit the table yet.”

      Bugs lowered his head....”Our citizens are so noble. So willing not to give up on the dream of peace. And damn it if they don’t love us that they’d be willing themselves to walk into a furnace if it would end up saving our lives and not theirs. But damn it if I’ll allow that to happen before I speak my piece.”

       Bugs turned to Porky and Wild E....Porky? I want you to perform your usual word wizardry and write me a speech to the city counsel and the mayor. Wild E? When we dock? I want you to arrange a day that I can speak to all of them at once. Either we clear this fog of peace from our eyes or we make sure that all of us go into the furnace together. It’s time someone spoke the honest reality of the situation.”

The fleet Welcome home festival
Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
12:54pm

      Gordon looked a little long at the picture Will gave him while Valerie sat next to him with the same look on her face. They didn’t look too upset...perhaps a little surprised and bewildered. One thing for their eldest son to be a homosexual...but....a rabbit? Gordon gave the picture back...

      “He looks....very nice.” Gordon said, yet Will could read his father’s face.

      “Oh yes....” Valerie said nodding. “Very....charming.”

      Gordon tapped his fingers....”So? Who’s the.....who’s the......um......”

      “Who’s the “top”?” Valerie blurted out.

       “Val?!” Gordon yelped. I was coming to something less offensive?

       “Well? It’s accurate.” Valerie replied.

       Will could have started laughing his ass off at the flustering of his parents. “I’m.....the top. And you two don’t have to struggle...yes, it is a little strange....I’m in love with a rabbit. I guess you were expecting a big Siberian Wolf named Ivan and I’d be the bottom huh?”

      “William...” Valerie said almost giggling.

      “Well?” Gordon stammered. “We? We were thinking of.....you know.....size appropriation Son...”

       “Well I was thinking more along the lines of fluffy cuddle-ness myself.” Will said as he hugged himself to get his parents even more flustered. “Trust me Mom and Dad, when you meet Gilly? You’ll know I found my perfect match. I know you’d be worried I’d be sleeping with fifty different mammals and all. And please get off the gay sex thoughts? There’s more to Gilly than a bed? He’s funny, he’s very smart, he can cook like no one’s business and....”

      “And let’s hold off on the “gay-functionals” can we?” Gordon said with a sigh. “We just want to know that you’re happy and doing well Son, which from what we’ve seen? We’re both very pleased with you.”

       “That’s a relief.” Will replied. “I wanted to know that you weren’t thinking less of me because of my stand for peace. I know this is sort of outside of wolf character.”

        Gordon gave back a slight frown...”Did you think we’d think any less of you because you don’t like war? Son....we’ve always told you two boys that you are what “you” want not what “We” want. I am very proud to know that both my sons grew up principled with good stable moral values. It’s the best myself and your mother had hoped for. Don’t give that up William.”

       Will reached over the table and hugged his parents...”I really needed this you two. Making a speech in front of....holy snit....the whole country must be here by now....I mean....”

       “You botch your speech William and I will so kick your tail in.” Gordon snorted. “Actually? I’ll just nip your butt....Don’t get nervous!”

        From a distance...Alex watched Will interact with his parents as he and Tina enjoyed meat strips on a stick from a vendor...”And.....he probably told them he has a boyfriend.”

        Tina shook her head...”Will is gay? What a loss for female wolves everywhere. He is such a stunner.”

        “And what am I?” Alex huffed.

       “Oh don’t get Jealous about it?” Tina replied smiling. “You’re more sexy than him ok? I’m serious.”

      “You are right though.” Alex said with a sigh. “Will was born gorgeous. You should see him in feral form...He’s like cut from polished granite. One of the reasons why I ankle bit him for so many years. I wanted to be like him.”

       Tina gave Alex a lick kiss on the snoot...”You are not any less stunning than your big brother. Are you still mad that he said what he said when you told him you were getting an apartment?”

      “No....” Alex replied as the two wolves walked through the crowds. “He’s just being his usual self...always watching over me. Not an easy thing to break.” 
 
       Alex grabbed Tina by a paw...”Come on! The Sayoni’s docking and I want to try and meet my Uncle when he comes off the brow!”

       Nick, Judy and the Chipettes arrived through the front gate and drove into the reserved parking lot for family members greeting the Destroyer Growler....

      Brittany, Eleanor and Jeanette hopped out and went to help Nick out of the passenger’s side seat....”It’s ok girls....I can manage.” Nick said as he grabbed his Polio crutches climbed out...

      “Nick?” Judy said with concern. “It’s a pretty long walk through this crowd, let me see if we can get some help?”

      “Carrots?” Nick said waving a paw. “I’m not a rock yet, I can manage a little walk.”

       “Well I can’t manage you flopping on your face and hurting yourself. Do you really want to fight me right now?” Judy replied.

       “Ah......no.....” Nick replied. “But the Chipettes I’m sure have engagements they need to meet. You girls don’t have to stay here...”

        And just as fast as Nick could talk, the Chipettes dragged out his “butt cart” from the back of the SUV....

       “Fluff?” Nick asked Judy. “I didn’t see you pack that into the car?”

       “I didn’t want too, believe me.” Judy replied as she reached up and rubbed Nick’s snoot. “We don’t need to use it Nick...”

       “And what are we going to do in this chaos? Flag a taxi?” Nick replied. A few minutes later, Nick was trotting down the street strapped into his “butt cart” with Judy and the Chippettes riding on his back....

       “Well?” Nick said as he moved along in feral form with his front legs pulling the cart and his strapped in rump. “I just realized that my wife has gained some weight.”

        “Watch that mouth Mister Fox.” Judy snorted.

         “Hmmmm.....” Nick snickered. “A new racket? I could become an Ubber driver and cash in. How about this Carrots? Not bad for your old flea bag husband huh? And please tell me you’re not crying? Sheesh Judy, you’re an emotional mess today.”

         Judy sighed....”It’s just that I can’t believe you’re taking this so well Nick...you’re almost...”

        “Judy? Come on...you know I don’t let anything bring me down. I prepare for everything, I am a highly adaptive mammal, supervely designed for every situation and.....

“Flop! crash!”

        “And perfectly designed to crash into bushes because I talk too much with my eyes closed.” Nick said as he and the others now lay in a tangle of twigs....”Did I also mention Fluff that I have a big mouth that never shuts up?”

        Judy giggled, grabbed Nick by his cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips...”Actually? This is a rather comfortable spot right now.”

       “That’s all we need is our son finding us humping in a decorative bush. Hmmmm....never thought of having sex in this contraption but there’s always a first time huh?” Nick said with a smiling shrug as Judy pulled him up...

        “The ship’s docking Nick! Let’s go before the dock gets too crowded!” Judy yelped as she set her husband and his cart upright.

        Jeanette waved her paws....”You two go ahead? I have to drag these other two lumps to the performing stage so we can make our set. Get the lead out of the posterior sisters!”

The Assault Ship Sayoni
Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
1pm

       Sargent Kelsadren went from rabbit to rabbit knit picking over every detail, much to the frowning and quiet fussing of two of his charges, Corporal Peter Hennesy (A brown and white rabbit with a blonde hair tuft) and his cousin Private first class Elmer O’Kerny (A tri-color bunny with red hair from the village of Denglain)...

        “Frith to the left foot of hell.” Elmer snorted. “Do we have to go off like we came on? For once I’d like to just walk off like the rest of the fleet and not have to put on such a tight tailed display as if I’m marching with a carrot up me cave. You hear me cousin?”

        “I hear you.” Peter snorted back. “And if “Kelly dren” hears you? He’s going to kick the snit out of you and shove that carrot deeper in yer ass.”

        “Well why the hell do we have to make such a display all the time?” Elmer fussed. “They kept us on the damn leash while we were in the outbacks....”Don’t drink too much sauce Kelly dren says. No foolishness Kelly dren says. No chasing whores Kelly dren says. Here’s a hammer and some nails now put up that playroom wall for the orphans and don’t complain. Hell mate.....they had me so stressed out it’s a wonder my fur and my cock didn’t fall off the whole in port visit.”

         “Well think about this cousin?” Peter said. “You did hook up with that sweet female Wallaby who worked there and she did treat you well...or need I mention the bathing experience which for you was damn fine compensation for all the hard work and good behavior?”

         Elmer snickered. “She did command that tongue of hers extremely well didn’t she?”

         “That she did mate.” Peter chuckled. “Almost sucked your eyeballs out your dick hole.”

         Elmer laughed. “So what are you doin when we get home?” He asked his cousin.

          “Gonna make some more babies.” Peter replied.

         “Hell mate.” Elmer chuckled. “Don’t you think fifty seven is a fair enough number for you already?”

          “We shall see.” Peter said with a raised paw. “If the wife be on the pier when we march off? Then the plan is tits up not going to happen even if the hordes of hell bang at my cottage door. If she is not on the pier when we march off? Then she is in bed with the customary bottle of fermented carrot and grape juice by the bed side with two chilled glasses and a neon sign pointing to her sweet pussy with the words..."It has been ordained” in blinking lights above the glorious entry way.”

          Elmer smirked. “Cousin?”

          Peter replied. “What?”

          Elmer answered....”You are super dooper flucked in the head mate. Because if I know your wife? She will be down on the pier with a rolling pin waiting for you to begin your fifty seven dirty diaper changes and for sure she’ll have quite a lock on her pussy.”

         Sargent Kelsadren snapped out....”ALRIGHT! ENOUGH FLAPPING YOUR GUMS IN RANKS! AHHHHHHTENNNNNNSHUN!”

         The company snapped to attention with their rifle butts striking the steel deck in one single loud “clap!”

        “You have three days free liberty!” The Sargent bellowed. “Use it well at home and don’t get into trouble! And remember....if it is not your intention to foster a brood? Use protection! The Marines are not your brood sitters!” The burley bunny snorted out as he took his place...
  
         “LEFT! FACE!” Kelsadren yelled and his company followed. “FORWARD! MARCH!”

         Kelsadren led his company onto the wide vehicle supporting gangway at the side of the big ship and off they went down into the throngs of festival go’ers who welcomed them home with tossed flowers and decorative neck ley.

         “Look cousin! I see Maranda! And I see 57 toddlers and she doesn’t look happy. I’d say?” Elmer snickered...”You are flucked.”

        Peter snorted....”Oh bugger me to hell.”

The Palm Tree Hotel
Downtown Sahara Square
August 28 2040
1pm

      A little playing around with the speakers....more base.....less treble....a little heavier on the right speaker....a few twangs of the strings....

“Annnnnnnnd a one and a two and a three....”

“You are my sunshine......my only sunshine.....you make me happy.....when sky’s are gray....you’ll never know Gazelle....how much I love you.....please don’t take....my sunshine away.....”

“When you are not here.....it feels like winter.....my soul is empty.....my heart is splintered.... you’ll never know Gazelle....how much I miss you....please don’t take....my love and walk away....”

“You are my sunshine......my only sunshine.....you make me happy.....when sky’s are gray....you’ll never know Gazelle....how much I love you.....please don’t take....my sunshine away.....”

(Serious guitar slashing....like cats in a blender)

      Alvin Seville made a few quick corrections to his music sheet and dry ran the words and the beats through his head again as the musical instrument track kept repeating in his oversized head phones...

      And in the bathroom....Simon was shivering.....but not because he might be cold. He was shaking like a leaf because of a little fear building up in his fast beating heart and the wet drool rolling down from between his legs....

      “Theodore? Let me get my sweater on please? He’s going to stop singing and wonder where we’re at.” Simon Seville said as he leaned against the bathroom door naked with his legs spread wide apart...”Gnah! I can’t believe I allow you to do this to me.....sigh.....”

      “Shhhhhh....” Theodore said as he stopped his slow ministering between his older brother’s legs. “Just relax and enjoy it....”

       Simon sighed deeply and pushed on Theodore’s head....”But.....but.....he’s.....no.....no..... he’s going to be suspicious! Theodore? Please stop....please.....” Simon gasped and quick breathed as he felt the amazing pleasures tightening his sphincter muscles....

       “Why are you worried about Alvin?” Theodore asked as he backed off his current favorite activity and tenderly rubbed Simon’s face. “Relax?...Once he’s so absorbed in singing and brainstorming? It’s hard to get Alvin to figure out two plus two equals four....relax Simon and enjoy this.” The youngest munk of the Sevilles said softly as he pecked a small kiss off Simon’s lips. “He doesn’t know how to respect you at all. He doesn’t even give you time to enjoy anything.”

        “If he finds out this is happening? he’s likely to lose more than respect.” Simon said with worry as he finally got Theodore to back off. The tallest Chipmunk flopped against the door of the bathroom holding his head as he suddenly felt light....

         “Woe.....” Simon sighed. “I think I got a super adrenal rush.”

         “Pretty good am I?” Theodore said smiling.

         Suddenly...Alvin was pounding on the door....”Hey?! Are we going to this festival or what? How long does it take you guys to brush and floss in there? Or did you stink everything up?!”

         Theodore yelled out...”We wrecked the bathtub and the floor and you’re gonna pay for it!”

         “Are you trying to give me a stroke?” Simon moaned as Theodore simply pushed him aside and walked out past Alvin naked....which gave Simon enough of a fright to almost flop back into the tub!

        “You guys aren’t even dressed yet?! We’re going to miss our set! I want to so rub the applause in Brittany’s stuck up snoot! Get the rocks out of your butts Simon...Theodore! Chop chop, let’s go!”

        Simon was just about to get to his feet when Alvin looked behind his back then leaned forwards to kiss his older brother’s lips...”Do a good job today Simon? And I might treat you to ice cream and cake....in bed.” Alvin said with a sly look on his face.

        As Alvin turned away....Simon flopped back on his butt....”I’m going to have a stroke before the day is out with these two I swear.” He said exasperated.

The Destroyer Growler
Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
1:28pm

        Jackson checked his text messages as he started going down the brow towards the crowd on the pier. One was from Whitney....

      “Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary. I think you’re shelling out the oysters Jackie.”

       Jackson had been in a sort of promise competition with Darla over a wedding dress for months now. If by some miracle her parents were to approve of the marriage or if Jackson could successfully plead his case to change the mind of Darla’s stubborn father...her family would have to spot for the dress. If not? Jackson had to spot for it and as with everything they made a sort of competition...Jackson didn’t trust Darla when she played sweet and innocent, he knew better. Yet it seemed he was winding up the loser as he and Darla found Judy and Nick among the throng of friends and family...

         “Mmmmmm.....welcome home.” Judy said as she warmly hugged her son. “And thank you for the text this morning honey. It was wonderful.”

         Jackson softly petted his mother’s head....”Happy retirement Mom.” He then looked at his father and the sight of the Polio crutches and the rump cart made Jackson worry...”Dad? Are your legs alright?”

        “Oh? All this?” Nick replied. “Well....we had to park quite a bit away from here and your mother couldn’t wait so I strapped on the “ass master” and she rode me like a whipped pony. So cruel carrots, you made me trot to see our son, didn’t even offer an oat bag for me to munch a lunch....slave driving dumb bunny.”

        “I’ll slave you Mister Fox.” Judy huffed back. She then put her arms out and embraced Darla...”Darla...welcome home!”

        “Congrats Misses Wilde.” Darla replied.

        “When are you going to call me Judy?” Judy asked. “Did you parents come to see you?”

        “I got a text from my mother.” Darla replied. “She just got to the gate...without Daddy.”

        Nick mumbled....”That stubborn....”

        “Nick?” Judy cautioned.

        “What?” Nick replied. “Your daughter comes home from being with the fleet in what could have turned out to be a dangerous operation and where are you?” Nick looked at Darla. “I’m sorry honey, really sorry but I’m not one to hide my feelings when someone I like is being hurt.”

         “Mister Wilde, it’s all right.” Darla replied. “My Daddy is what he is, I accept it might take a while for him to change.” Darla said as she turned to nuzzle Jackson...”My mind however is made up.”

         Judy gestured a paw...”Have you two decided on a date yet?”

         “Not yet Mom.” Jackson replied. “I want a little more time to try and talk to Darla’s parents. But I’m not going to approach her mother without her father being here. But Mom? We do have to talk about a wedding dress....I need some help.”

         Judy looked like she was in grade school all over again. She bubbled and giggled at the thought of picking out Darla’s dress and didn’t see the five rabbits walking up behind her...

         “Hey there older sister!” Owen Hopps yelped in his Marine dress uniform. “Happy retirement day!”

         Judy turned to see her five youngest brothers waving at her...”Gasp! Oh Frith in the morning glory look at you guys!”

         “What’s too look at?” Ori snorted. “Ok....so we lost a few pounds but Owen still thinks he’s the hot snit. You need to stop lying to yourself there, brother. Your delusions are getting worse.”

         “Did you all graduate yet?” Judy asked.

         “We’re on three day furlough.” Nori said as he leaned on Dori’s shoulder. “They’re afraid if they leave the Hopps boys with nothing to do? We’ll rape the base Commissary and ransack the motor pool. We stole a tank! Should have seen it, awesome ride.”

        Powen said calmly...”Don’t listen to Gorvilla? Always twisting the truth.”

        Owen crossed his arms. “We’re near the top in our company. The sniper division’s crying to get their mits on “Pow Pow”.

       “I keep giving them decorative snot rags but my answer is still no.” Powen said. “I’m not breaking up the brood.”

        “We’re petitioning the Corps to keep us all together.” Dori said. “You know us Judy? We get into trouble together, we cause trouble together and we always get out of trouble together. Broods are made to be unbeatable not broken.”

        Nori gestured. “Hey brothers? We almost forgot the “squidly diddly” of the family. Welcome home Jackson...even if you made a mistake and became a lowly “barnacle puke.”

        Ori had to chime in...”Well at least he knows what a female is Nori.”

         Everyone “Oooo’d” as Nori frowned at Ori. “I am not going to entertain you in the hopes you get your satisfactory spanking you sick lab mammal.”

        “Good.” Ori huffed back. “Your paws are way too soft for me anyway.”

      Nick made a gesture...”Can I suggest we all enjoy this festival and find a table to sit down? My legs are really starting to hurt here?”

       A few minutes later...the small group had found a table to sit at with Jackson pulling Darla off to the side to talk to her as the Chipettes were singing on the stage a few feet away....

“There’s somethin about yooooooooou that thrills me!”

“There’s somethin about yooooooooou that chills me!”

“There’s somethin about yooooooooou that makes me.....want to surrender my heart and mind.....”

“Against you I can not stand.....I’m as soft as taffy in your hands...I’ll sing it across the land...I’ll never understand.....that the magic you command....holds me captive.....in the strands of your love......

 “There’s somethin about yooooooooou that thrills me!”

“There’s somethin about yooooooooou that chills me!”

“There’s somethin about yooooooooou that makes me.....want to surrender my heart and mind.....”

      Jackson gave Darla a gentle push...”Go spend the rest of the day with your Mom Dar? If you want me or my parents to pick you up? Just call ok?”

      “I might spend the rest of the day arguing with her.” Darla snorted.

      “Don’t do that?” Jackson begged. “Maybe to your Dad but not your mother, please Dar?” Jackson reached into his uniform pocket and pulled out a little silver case. “Give this to her from me and tell her how much I honor her. If she feels we should wait? We’ll just wait. I know you want us to get married but just give your parents a little more time?”

      Darla looked at the box and sighed...”Do you have to be so forgiving? Daddy’s not going to budge Jackson no matter what you try.”

     Jackson shrugged...”I’m stubborn. Blame my mother, she gave that to me. Now go on and see your mother and don’t argue with her?”

     Darla gave Jackson a kiss and walked off as he went back to the table and the Chippettes finished their song....

     “How about that Gentle-Mammals!” Dale Dorse from ZOO FM 200 said as he walked out on the stage. Dale was a miniature white pony with tan spots on his coat and a thick fire engine red mane that ran over his shoulders and down his back, Zootopia’s version of a little pony Casey Kasem. “The Chipettes with their new song “Somethin about you” from their latest album, give em a big paw!”

       The throngs of mammals clapped and cheered as the Chippettes walked off the stage and Dale continued to speak. “Welcome every mammal of size and persuasion to this festival honoring the return of our Sailors and Marines from their important visit to the Outback Islands. We’re not only all glad that you’re home. We’re all proud of every Marine and Sailor and we wanted you to know the depth of how much Zootopia loves you!”

      Judy turned to kiss Jackson as he sat down then turned to kiss Owen on the cheek....

      “Don’t get any ideas Marine.” Nick snorted to Owen. “That’s my wife.”

      “Could have fooled me.” Dori Hopps snickered. “I thought she was our sister.”

       Dale continued....”Now we couldn’t have had this festival without the hard work of some well meaning mammals, one in particular doesn’t want to admit he was the hard running track mammal for all this...get up here Chuck! Omaha! Bobby! and especially William Gray! Get up here you mammals!”

       Will followed the others up to the stage and passed by Alex who snickered out...”Don’t flub the speech now bro! If you get into trouble? Think of Dad naked!”

      Will stopped short and growl snapped his toothy maw in Alex’s face before snatching his nose and giving it a quick twist!

      “OW! QUIT IT JERK WAD!” Alex yelped! It was all in fun. Alex stood waving his paws around as if he could hex his big brother into a monumental screw up until Gordon bounced a paw off his head...

      “Cut that out? Gordon snorted.

      “Hey Will?!” Alex yelped. “On second thought?! Think of Dad naked with a tranny roo!”

      Gordon snatched Alex by his shirt...”Do you mind? Leave him alone I said.”

      “A tranny roo would be trauma enough.” Valerie said as she sneered at her husband. Gordon looked at Alex who looked back at him with a wicked grin....

      “I told you I wanted a new car Dad?” Alex snickered.

       “See if you ever get your own place you little snit.” Gordon snorted.

       “See how long we stay married after that picture Alex showed me?” Valerie snorted at Gordon. “If you know what’s good for you mister Alpha Male? You’ll give our honest younger son the car he wants....get it?”

        Will stood with Omaha, Chuck and Bobby as Dale Dorse introduced them to the crowd. “Now let’s here from the main organizer of this “shin dig” he claims he’s just an auto mechanic, how selfless. Let’s face it...we’re looking at a future Mayor in the making. Gentle Mammals? William Gray of Rain Forest District!”

       Will grabbed the microphone and paused to see his mother hugging his Uncle Chancy who’d just got off the Sayoni moments earlier....

        “Welcome every one....and welcome home to all our Sailors and Marines, especially my Uncle...Gunnery Sargent Chancy Hyke, my mother’s brother. Welcome home Uncle.”

       Chancy stopped hugging Valerie to wave to the mammals around him as Will continued...
 
       “This isn’t all my doing of course, Chuck and his girlfriend Omaha organized all the entertainment and Bobby here was the “PR” hustler and set up coordinator and they did a great job didn’t they?”

      The throng cheered. Will continued....

      “The reason why we put this together was to show some mammals who have questioned our motives that we are not....I am not....that our movement for peace is not anti-military. We don’t want Zootopia....for lack of a better word and forgive me....”Pussy-fied” We don’t want a weak Zootopia that can be pushed around but we also don’t want war. There’s nothing wrong with seeking peace, there’s nothing wrong with doing everything possible to prevent war, everyone here has someone dear to them....my Uncle, my father who has served, my little brother who’s going to serve, your friends, your family members. Your lovers, OUR citizens, and mammals like my Mother and Father who would have to bear the horrible price a war would bring. If we have to fight? If we run out of options and there’s nothing left but to fight? Then let us know that we at least strove for peace and if we must fight? Then we better fight to finish quick and win because a long war? Is a stupid war!”

     The throng cheered loudly. Will continued....

      Today if you see a Sailor or a Marine? Give em a hug, give em a kiss, buy em a drink, tell them how much you love them, how much you value them and how much they mean to you because they stood up to put those uniforms on for the rest of Zootopia and every one of them deserves our affection, our pride and our love! You mammals who stand guard on the walls for the rest of us here? We don’t just love you today? We love you every damn day of the week and every damn day of the year and if you didn’t know it when you signed up? You certainly have a good idea of it now! This is all for you so please enjoy yourselves!”

      Will came off the stage and didn’t get three steps before Chancy grabbed him up in a sloppy slobbering kiss and tight hug...”Now that’s my nephew! Good going Will! Gawd damn that was awesome...”

       Alex jumped in and shook Will’s paw...”That was kick tail bro! Grrrr...I guess that tranny scare worked well huh?”

      Will gestured at Gordon...”How did you manage to.....get around.....that enormous mouse tail Dad?”

      “Alright! That’s enough!” Gordon yelped.

      “Oh no Gordy.” Chancy snickered. “Your suffering is only starting. But seriously....Will? I have never felt more pride in you than right now.”

     Will shook his head....”I don’t want to get a big head Uncle.”

     Just then, Gilly showed up and punched Will in the stomach....”HEY THERE FIDO-RAMA!”

    Gordon and Valerie realized who the rabbit in the Sailor uniform was and decided to play it cool....except.....

    “Hey!” Alex yelped. “It’s Will’s squeeze! What’s up Gilly?!”

     Gordon quickly snatched Alex by a paw and dragged him off before he could flap his yapper any more than he’d already done....

    “Welcome home Gilly.” Will said to his lover. “How’s that girl of yours? In fact? Where is she?”

     “Oh you know her dude.” Gilly replied smiling and trying to contain himself. “She doesn’t like really big crowds so.....she’s back at the apartment keeping it warm. Which reminds me? You promised to come over for a drink or two so I could tell you how the Outbacks were. Maybe you’ll come by tonight?”

    “Dad?!” Alex yelped as Gordon pulled him behind him. “Dad? What the heck?”

     Gordon stopped and turned around...”Alex? What the heck indeed? Squeeze?”

     “What?” Alex replied. “It just came out Dad! I was just sniping Will you know?”

    “You don’t snipe by “outing” his lover.” Gordon replied.

    “Huh? You know?” Alex asked as he pointed back to Will and Gilly.

    “Your brother told us he was in love with a rabbit named Gilly.” Gordon explained. “Alex? Do you understand what could happen to Gilly if he was outed around other rabbits? Watch what you say in public?”

      “I didn’t know Will had told you?” Alex replied shrugging. “I mean...is it a big deal?”

      “In rabbit circles? Gilly could get his tail chewed off and his legs broken. Just be careful and treat them as if they’re just school friends?” Gordon asked.

       Alex frowned. “Well that’s just all wrong Dad. Will shouldn’t have to “snake” all over the place with Gilly because of some creeps. Especially after he did all this?” Alex said as he gestured around the festival.

       “Well right now Alex, we might not like it but we have to do it for your brother’s happiness. Just.....Just watch what you say in public?” Gordon begged.

        “Talking about your tranny fetish is still good though?” Alex snickered with a toothy grin.

        “Do you “want” to reach twenty?” Gordon warned with a fist.

        “I’m still waiting on that new car.....Dad?” Alex replied as he bounced on his feet. “Mom’s going to leave you for sure if she finds those silk panties you have as a trophy. Must have been a real seriously good fluck huh?”

Inner-Urban Highway One towards Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
1:35pm

        Simon was driving with Theodore in the passenger’s seat and Alvin occupied in the back seat with...of course as it seems they were extra appendages of his....a pair of large blue-tooth head phones and a notebook and pencil. As always....the master was at work holding a self concert while scribbling away on another song, totally oblivious to everything around him.

       Theodore, on the other paw, was rolling a harmonica across his lips and singing a little quiet ditty....

       “Boomp pa doo, Boomp pa doo, Boomp pa doo......oh love....love me do. Simon you know I love you too....I’ll always be true....so pleee...leeee.....la...leeeze....love me too.....woe Simon... love me too.....”

         “I want your love....to melt my heart.....because you know Allllllvin.....is nothing but a big fat fart....”

         Theodore giggled that fast hilarious Chippy giggle then quickly brushed his paw over Simon’s crotch!

        “Theodore!” Simon yelped as he almost lost control of the car and caught the attention of a ZPD patrol officer parked on the side of the roadway....

       “BAAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOOP!” The black and white came up quick behind the Chipmunk’s car with it’s “bubble gum” light board flashing! “You in the Green four door? Pull over to the side of the road please?” The ZPD officer said over his bull horn.

       Alvin was jolted from his concentration...”The police?! What the heck Simon?”

       “I had a severe nerve twitch Alvin.” Simon replied. He turned with a scowl to Theodore. “A twitch.....RIGHT Theodore?!”

       “Mmmmm.....yeah! Bad twitch Simon.” Theodore answered back. “I thought you were having a stroke your legs jumped so high! Alvin? Does Simon look well to you?” Theodore asked.

       “He looks like same old simple Simon to me.” Alvin replied. “And here comes the police officer.”

        The ZPD police mammal (A tan and red English fox named Chesher) came up to the driver side window speaking into his shoulder mic....”Dispatch? Please run plate number Quin Alpha Three Niner Four for warrants and citations? Three occupants currently in the vehicle, all of them Chipmunks over.”

         “Good afternoon Officer.” Simon said calmly as he played with his glasses.

         “Good afternoon.” Chesher replied. “License please? Is this a rental vehicle?”

         Simon nodded. “Yes Sir it is. We rented it from Paw-Za-Zon on line from the Palm Hotel. here’s the agreement too.”

          “Do you understand why I pulled you over?” Chesher asked.

          “Yes officer” Simon answered. “I swerved sharply a few miles back. I had a serious muscle spasm and my leg kicked up into the wheel. I get them from time to time but right now I’m the only one of us who can drive in Zootopia.”

           Theodore giggled.....”His middle muscle twitched.”

           Alvin reached over the front passenger seat and smacked Theodore off his head. “Keep your mouth shut when we get pulled over Theodore! No stupid comments!”

         “This isn’t funny at all my friend.” Chesher yelped. “That was a dangerous swerving action that could have caused a serious wreck!” The fox snapped, then his mouth dropped a little when he figured out who was in the car....”Wait a second? Simon Seville? You guys are the Chipmunks aren’t you?!”

          “We are.” Simon replied. “And we don’t deserve anything lenient if we broke the law.” Simon gave Theodore a hard gaze. “And you keep your lips shut Alvin.”

          “I wasn’t going to say anything.....Simon!” Alvin replied. “Except maybe since this police officer has been so nice to us? Maybe we should give him an autographed hat or something nice?”

         “Officer Chesher...Dispatch.” A bunny dispatcher from ZPD HQ called Chesher. “No warrants or infractions on Mister Seville. Is this thee Simon Seville?”

         Chesher replied. “No dispatch...different “Munk” with the same name.” Chesher looked at Simon. “I wanted to respect your privacy.”

         Alvin asked. “So who in the family likes us?”

        “My daughter....though we all love your songs.” Chesher replied as Alvin sat back in his seat like he owned the world...
  
        “She must have a favorite huh?” Alvin thought of himself as a serious female killer even if it was a sort of cover story for his real infatuation.

        “Actually?” Chesher replied. “She fancies Theodore. She thinks he’s a short and plump ball of cuddling cute.”

        Theodore pretended to be a little shy....”Giggles”....”She sounds like a nice fox.”

        “There’s nothing you did Simon that could be considered a ticket offense?” Chesher said. “ If  Theodore could just write a little note to my daughter, we’ll call this business closed.”

        Theodore turned to Alvin. “Hey? Can I have the notebook and pen?”

        Alvin gave them up as if he’d been jilted. Then again...why not for Theodore? The poor little guy as Alvin always thought of his little plump brother. The drummers in a band got so little attention to begin with and Alvin always seemed to think Theodore was a little under him in everything. Alvin reached out and petted Theodore’s head with a smile....”Make it really nice Theodore? Put your heart into it.”

        “What’s her name Officer Chesher?” Theodore asked.

        “Kerry Elizabeth.” Chesher replied. “Her pet name is Kissy.”

        Theodore took a moment to think and play the eraser of the pencil over his tongue before he wrote....

Hello Kissy,

      We met your Dad....actually he pulled us over....and the way he talks about you must mean you’re a very special fox. Maybe we’ll get lucky and bump into each other one day? I’m tickled to think you think of me as a “plump ball of cute” it makes me so happy to have such nice things said about me by such a special vixen as you. Many candy kisses because even though I haven’t seen you yet? You’re already adorable in my eyes.

with love....Theodore Seville of the Chipmunks

p.s. With many shy giggles following.

      “Here you are Sir.” Theodore said as he handed the note to Chesher.

      “Chesher’s fine with you guys. Do you need to get to the festival quick? I can give you an escort?”

      “We don’t want to cause a hassle.” Simon said.

       “Hey!” Alvin yelped. “If a police mammal offers an escort? You sure do say yeah! Thanks a lot Chesher! If it doesn’t trouble you?”

       Soon the Chipmunks were following Chesher’s cruiser with Alvin going right back to his brain storming and one-mammal concert singing in the back seat. Simon on the other hand, gave Theodore a nasty twist pinch on his leg....

       “Yelp!” “Simon?! What was that for?!” Theodore huffed.

       “That? Was for almost causing me to trash the car and getting us pulled over. Be careful where you go “pawing” Theodore? I mean it.”

        “Hmph!” Theodore huffed. “There you go again....cold as an ice block and twisted tail hole tighter than a straw...”

        Simon looked back to see Alvin absorbed into his work...”I don’t want to hurt Alvin’s feelings Theodore. As much as you enjoy “teasing the tiger”? Someday we both might end up getting seriously bit. So watch where you decide to play around will you?”

       Theodore frowned....”He treats you like a throw away candy wrapper and you could care less. I’m the one who loves you more Simon and I mean really loves you as in I want you to feel special and fawned over. He doesn’t deserve to even touch you let alone speak to you.”

       Simon huffed back. “Quit it Theodore. Don’t let your jealousy and desire endanger what we have? We all worked to hard to get this far so back off the negative comments about Alvin.”

       Theodore sighed....”You haven’t even said anything about the song I wrote for you.”

       “You only finished it this morning Theodore.” Simon replied. “I’m not going to comment on bits and parts. But so far? I love it every much at it makes me feel wonderful. Now let’s tone it down because Alvin just shut his head phones off.”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
1:40pm

       Darla saw her mother grabbing a bag of “saucy muscles” from a Kiosk and ran up to her...

       “Momma!” Darla said excited as she wrapped her arms around her mother.

       “Darla! Oh my baby, welcome home.” Darla’s mother said as she smothered her daughter in kisses. “Come on...let’s go find a place to enjoy these muscles.”

      “Where’s Daddy?” Darla asked.

      “Being smart. Do you want to blow your whole plan? Oh...honey I swear what you are doing to Jackson is so cruel. Making him buy your wedding dress?” Darla’s mom said as she sat down.

      “It’s us mother. It’s not like I’m blindly stealing from Jackson without giving him a few hints to try and figure out of I’m playing innocent and demure. “Giggles” you know how I love rivalry and competition mother! It’s in the blood! But how did you get Daddy to finally melt? You never told me.”

      Darla’s mother munched down a muscle and licked her paw fingers...”These are so good. Well you know honey? Your mother does have a way with her words. And once your father realized you are not one to ever change your mind...he became afraid he’d miss out. After all? You are his favorite “cup cake” of all your sisters.”

     Darla smiled and blushed...”So is Daddy handling all the wedding preparations?”

     “No...that’s my department.” Darla’s mother replied. “Your father’s job is family enforcement. Getting your siblings and our relations in line so they don’t make a scene and ruin everything. You know your Grandpa Amer, when he finds out about this, he is going to scream into orbit which usually drags all the other males with him.”

     “I’m not worried about Grandpa.” Darla said waving a paw. “Jackson will have him nibbling from his paws in like five minutes. Which reminds me? He gave you a gift.”

      Darla pulled out Jackson’s small box and handed it to her mother. “Does this prove how wonderful and thoughtful Jackson is? How long could you and daddy have continued to say no to me, honestly?”

      Darla watched her Mom pull out a silver and diamond neck-lass of two otters joined in a twist of love making and kissing over a gold colored heart. Each of them had jewels for eyes matching the colors of Darla’s parents. The gift caused Darla’s mom to tear up...

      “I got my answer.” Darla said softly. “Does he truly meet your approval mother?”

       “Oh....oh I so want to tell Judy how happy I am but....grrrrrr....you just HAD to make this a little competition match you cruel little thing!” Darla’s mom snapped. “You call this contest off and tell Jackson you’re sorry!”

       “I can’t mother.” Darla replied crossing her arms. “Once we’ve set a wager? It can’t be undone till someone wins. He’s just going to have to find out I tried to pull his tail over his eyes.”

       “Darla?” Darla’s Mother gestured.

        “Oh....don’t get specific mother? I know he doesn’t have his father’s tail....except the softness? I haven’t figured out if that matches?” Darla replied with an evil grin.

        “Young lady!” Darla’s mom snapped. “What you’re doing to Jackson is cruel and unfair.”

         “Mother! Please? Jackson’s not stupid, he probably has spies all over the place watching us. Don’t give it away this easy?!”

         Not too far off from where Darla and her Mother sat talking....Albert was desperately trying to read their lips from the safety of the rodent tube that ran around the festival grounds....

        “Well?” Myler asked. “Can you tell what she’s saying? What are they talking about?”

        “I don’t know?” Albert replied frustrated. “Stupid thick poly plastic. But she did give her mother the pendent and I think it broke her heart.”

        “Well....that’s progress isn’t it?” Myler asked as he followed Albert.

        “It will make Jackson happy.” Albert said as he shrugged. “But I couldn’t tell if Darla’s pulling something on him or not? I still think Jackson should pull the nuke option on her and call the wedding off unless she confesses under a lie detector that she’s not trying to shuck a dress from him.”

         “Is Tanya really going to be here or what?” Myler asked.

         “She said she would be.” Albert replied. “But I gave her our address just in case and told her to meet us there tonight. Which reminds me? We have to stop by the “gift shop” remember?”

         “I get to choose the nightie remember? You promised I could do that.” Myler said smiling.

        “Of course.” Albert replied. “But please make sure it’s tasteful? We don’t want her to think we’re a couple of closet deviants.”

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
1:48pm

        Colonel Dennis Lannan of the 3rd battalion artillery “Gun Bunnies” came up to the table of foxes and their families with a serving tray full of “Fox-n-Jaeger” bottles with some of his fellow Marine bunnies behind him....

      “Do you all care if we pull a squat?” Lannan asked.

      Bill Forsyth, one of the foxes assigned to the “Gun Bunnies” replied. “You sons of Aden want to sit with a flock of vile, disgusting, flea ridden, bushy tailed Hombrah bastards?”

      Lieutenant Colonel Kevin Paddington replied. “Well...you’re all “OUR” vile, disgusting, flea ridden, bushy tailed Hombrah bastards so that makes you all very special to us bunnies. Besides? Your demonstration during our operations in the Outback Islands seems to have won more than a paw full of converts. We even took a vote and decided that you all deserve the red beret.”

      One Corporal, A Grey rabbit named Marty O’Shelly, offered the head covers with a slight bow. “I called you all filthy scum. I am so ashamed of myself. Please accept these and my sincere apology?” (salvo 20)

       Sargent Allen Adale, A red Scottish fox, took the berets from Marty and gave him a gentle kiss on the head. “Forgiven. We were just as impressed by the regiment. You bunnies can handle those big guns very well.”

       It didn’t take long for the table to become crowded with bunnies and foxes. The adults drinking, eating, swapping stories and exchanging thoughts and things while the kits and kittens ran and played around and over the table without a care...

       Gunny Sargent Phillip Connal, a tri-color rabbit, was flipping through the pictures on his cell phone with Sargent Tracy Scott, an Arctic Sable fox, while his wife was holding Scott’s youngest Kit and fawned over the softness of the diapered female vixen...

      “Sniff....snuggles....How do you get her to feel so soft and smell so clean?!” Mary Connal asked. “You are so adorable you little sprite!”

       Aleshia Scott, Phillip’s wife, smiled....”Don’t let her deceive you? This one uses her beauty to steal everything not nailed down. She’s quite the little pack rat of the house.”

        Mary replied. “I could care less...she’s just so soft and cute! What do you bath her with?”

        “Coconut milk and juice of lavender.” Aleshia replied. “I can show you how to make it? Don’t use those harsh store shampoos, my gawd they should be a registered form of cub abuse! They strip all the natural oils out of the fur which is why so many cubs and kittens stink after only a day out of the tub. You put these natural ingredients into a spray bottle, add only a tablespoon of baby fur oil and spray and brush right after their bath and “poof”.....you can’t let them off your lap without width drawls.”

      Tracy asked Phillip....”What are we doing now that we’re home? Are we getting time off?”

      “Three days.” The bunny replied. “Then we’ll probably spend a month over hauling all the guns, putting new rifle liners in the gun tubes....absolute happy boredom.”

      “What are you planning to do? I mean....on the weekend?” Tracy asked.

      “Nothing right now. The wife will probably have me whipped and slaved in the garden.”

      “Come over this weekend?” Tracy asked. “Bring the kittens, the wife and we’ll cook out?”

      Phillip replied. “Better yet? Wait till Gazelle’s big concert on the water and you can come on my 40 footer and we’ll party.”

      “Soil your boat with my stinking Hombrah arse?” Tracy snickered.

      “They don’t make bleach for nothing.” Phillip snickered back. “That and beer.” 

The Welcome home festival
 Sandy Point Naval Station
August 28 2040
2:17pm

       Jackson walked with his father around the venues while Judy was off talking with some of her old partners from the ZPD...

       “So dad?” Jackson asked. “Any idea of when you’ll move to Aden?” Jackson asked as he tried not to look too concerned about his father using the “Rump cart” to get around.

       “We have two good offers to show it to.” Nick replied. “I’d say....we could be moved out by next month.” Nick replied. He caught the look in his sons eyes...”What do you think about this thing Jackie? I mean? Isn’t it stylish? I should put some mag wheels and a few lights on it, maybe....trick it out with a tri-stereo MP3 player with a massive boom speaker deck?”

       Jackson giggled a little....

       “And look at this?” Nick said as he bounced himself off his paws. “Cool huh?! I could add some hydraulics and dance with this thing!”

         Nick saw his son wasn’t too enthused...”Jackie? What is it? Your nose is twitching, your ears are droopy and you got your mom’s eyes so don’t play me....this has you a little upset huh?”

         Jackson nodded back. “Well of course it has me upset? I know I shouldn’t be worried over it. You always say it’s.....it’s inevitable, that it can’t be fixed and then you’re all sunshine and rainbows like always...sigh....You’ve always been “Mister Optimist” but I can’t hide my feelings for my Dad who’s slowly losing his freedom....Dad?....I’m scared, can I be honest?”

        “And I’m not?” Nick replied. “I’m terrified of the day I can’t walk Jackie. I don’t want to be a paper weight on your mother, do you think I actually like this “butt cart” strapped to my ass? You know me? I’ll suffer through it. It’s your mother I’m more worried about. She didn’t ask for this. Her retirement shouldn’t be waiting hand and foot on an invalid dusty old fox. Ok?...a little self loathing there....but I’m always super critical of myself.” Nick said as he pushed himself up off his paws and stood balanced with the cart under and behind him....”The most important thing son, is not your old Dad? It’s your mother. You getting married is going to shoot her a thousand feet in the air and that’s more important than worrying about me. I’ll be fine. Your mother’s happiness is all I care about, as long as we make her smile every day? My condition will be a comfortable second fiddle and that’s just fine with me. That and a tail preening and I won’t care if I can tie my legs in a knot.”

        Jackson smiled and shook his head....”Sometimes Dad? I think all your screws are just gone.”

      “I’m a fox Son. We don’t have screws to begin with.” Nick replied. “Now let’s find something completely stupid, ridiculous and “hare raising” to drive your poor mother crazy.”

      Jackson pointed to the “scream tower” where the ring of seats filled with screaming mammals went rocketing towards the top....

     “I said... something completely stupid, ridiculous and “hare raising”  not suicidal you sick little devil?” Nick snickered.

       Jackson smiled rubbed his arms as they walked on through the crowds...”Dad? Will you tell me for once why you always call me “Chance Given”? I’ve been bugged by that since I was a kitten, what the hell does that mean?”

      Nick stopped and took a moment to think...”I’ve hesitated with this because of your mother Jackie. Don’t think differently of her? When your mother found out that she was pregnant with you because of me? She was seriously thinking about having an abortion. I think she still thinks about that to this day and it weights on her. She won’t tell you but you deserve to know. and I have the cuts and bruises still on my crown from the nastiness that it caused.”

     Jackson looked to the side...”I guess. I can understand. I mean....fox? Bunny? not that compatible size wise.....I must have been quite a carry huh?”

     “Lucky that bunnies are like taffy.” Nick replied. “She was very pooched out for 28 days. With such a short gestation time son?....you could only imagine the terror your mother felt. So? She made a very hard choice at first and I couldn’t doubt her reasons. In the end she had the right at that time to chose for her sake. But don’t think for one minute she didn’t agonize over the thought of going through with it.”

     Jackson reached out and petted his father’s snoot....”And you said “no way“ and you two got into a nasty fight over it....didn’t you?“”

     “I poured all my talent into convincing your mother not to go through with an abortion.” Nick replied. “I told her that she’d done such good things for the city, for me, for so many of us that she should give our baby a chance to do the same thing....to share the same wonderful light that his or her mother had. It was 28 days of absolute fear, we really didn’t know how things would turn out and yet? Here you are. “Chance given” kid. Now you tell me? Was it all worth it or not? What will you do for the rest of your life? Knowing what you now know? When you think about it from now on? Don’t put me in the picture....put your mother. What will you do?”

     Jackson took a moment to think....then he started to cry.....Nick reach out and pulled his son to his chest....

    “Well? I got my answer didn’t I?” Nick chuckled as he softly petted his son’s head. “Now? How about we do something stupid and suicidal together and try that “Scream Tower” huh?”

     Jackson smirked back. “How about we just do a safe balloon ride?”

     “With a parachute jump?” Nick asked smiling.

     “That I might do you crazy fox.” Jackson said as he rubbed his father’s snoot....”Dad? Thanks. I love you. Perhaps I love mom even more now than I did before? You’re both pretty special.”

    Nick replied warmly. “You’re the best result of a scam I’ve ever pulled. Though I sure messed up when I hit that table. A slight miscalculation of trajectory but don’t tell your mother? I don’t want her to know how much she hits like a feral field rabbit.”

end of Chapter 34