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
The Chipmunks and Chipettes (c) from the 1980‘s cartoon series

Chapter 37: Judy’s Day part 2

Sandy Point Naval Station
Sahara Square
4pm September 5, 2040

       Jackson helped Gilly slip into the passengers seat, the soreness in his body obvious as the rabbit grimaced...”Ouch...I could have at least bit some of those tail holes.” Gilly snarled as he buckled himself in.

       “You.....are you?” Jackson started to say...”Well obviously you’re not “up to snuffs” at the moment.”

       Pix and Dix joined Jackson as they sat on his shoulders. Gilly regarded them with a smile. “You two saved my tail...like “really” saved it.” Gilly looked at Jackson...”They were....they...”

       “Save it for your deposition and between you and Will.” Jackson replied. “We’re just glad we got there in time...”

       Gilly closed his eyes and took a deep breath...”Those foxes are not to be screwed with.”

      “I can’t believe those morons tried to grab weapons.” Jackson snorted. “My mother could kick those stupid idiots butts.”

       Gilly shivered...”I was such a coward. I just folded up Jackie...”

      “Don’t start blaming yourself.” Jackson replied as he drove through the base. “You shouldn’t expect to face off against mammals that supposedly should be your shipmates.”

       “At least I could have gouged one of em? Bit one on the nose? Drew some of their damned blood! Sheesh....all that boot camp paw to paw snit came to nothing.” Gilly said. “I feel like such a pussy butt.”

         “That can be improved.” Jackson said as he patted Gilly’s paw...”Let’s just get you home first ok? Will’s probably chewing up the rugs and the furniture by now, you know canines?”

         Dix jumped onto Gill’s shoulder. “Don’t you keep stuff to yourself? Me and Pix have ears? Jackson’s got a big set? You keep this to yourself and it’ll tear you up. We don’t want to go back to the ship and hear you ended up a road pizza.”

         Gilly sighed....”My gawd guys....they were so hateful! I mean....like foam from the mouth as if I’d “gang banged” the prophet hateful! I mean look at me? I’m the last rabbit who wants to offend anyone, what the fluck? Some of them acted as if I burned holes in their butts?”

        Pix snickered. “Were any of em “cute”? Just wondering?”

        Jackson snapped. “Pix? What the fluck dude?!”

        “Just trying to levitate the conversation?” Pix replied.

        “No....” Gilly snorted. “None of them were cute! The skullery bunny was a fat slob. I bet he can’t even find his “stiffle” to get busy enough with his wife.”

         Everyone laughed....”You guys think I’m kidding?! No wonder he threatened to rape me with a broom handle!”

        The car went silent.....

         “Uh?.....Well I thought that’s why he was holding the broom, I could be wrong? He certainly needs that or a car jack to hold up his disgusting flab so his wife can try to find his penis so she can give it a tweezer job.”

        Everyone laughed again! Jackson rubbed a paw on Gilly’s shoulders....”I want you to take the time off to tell Will everything ok? Like the mice said...get all of it out and decide what you want to do. I’m going to talk to all the bunnies on the boat.”

        Gilly sighed...”Wonder if you’ll make any difference? I know not all of them are like those idiots but...how could you be sure?”

       Jackson replied. “You know my background? I can be pretty persuasive. After all? I did have a master scam artist as a teacher you know?”

Rain Forest District
The ZRFTS “Zepher" Zeppelin
September 5 2040
4pm

       An easy and relaxing way to get around rain forest, the slow flying Zepher meandered along it’s wide path through the dense wood land as Tina sat looking at Alex’s attempt at drawing...

       “All in all I’d say this isn’t bad.” Tina remarked.

       “Not bad?” Alex replied. “I’m all thumb fingers here.” He said as he wiggled his paw fingers. “I mean....at least I tried.” Alex looked around embarrassed. “I got all your “teets” askew like a slalom run.”

        Tina laughed....”Really? My visage reduced to a ski resort?”

        “Well? It’s the only description I had? You are all white after all?”Alex replied with a shrug.

        “Oh you are just too cute.” Tina said as she lick kissed Alex on the cheek. “So your parents are getting you an apartment when you’re not even done with school?”

         “I told them I wanted out on my own before I joined the Marines.” Alex replied. “I have to be on my own, I felt “closeted” with my parents around....not that I don’t love them but I need to stand on my own feet you know? Last thing I need is to be a little whiner at basic training.”

        Tina leaned in on Alex’s shoulder. “Need a room mate to share the expenses?”

        “Your parents are not going to let you live with me. They may like me? But they’re NOT going to let their daughter live with a young male wolf.” Alex snorted.

       “You doubt my ability to smooze?” Tina replied. 

       “If you pull it off with them? I’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Alex said as he pointed a paw finger to Tina’s nose. “I’m not going to tell my parents about it though, oh snit I will never hear the end of it.”

       “But it’s ok with you right?” Tina asked.

       “I don’t even know what kind of apartment it’s going to be yet?” Alex replied. “For all I know it’s going to be a small one mammal studio apartment with a single bed.”

        “So?....It’ll be warmer on cold nights?” Tina said slyly.

        “You want me to get into trouble.” Alex huffed.

        “No I don’t!” Tina yelped back. “Just tell your Dad that you want a little more size to accommodate friends or a school mate to share expenses?”

        “They’re going to want a number, hello?” Alex sighed. 

       “I’ll give them my cousin Darian’s number.” Tina replied. “Darian still looks like a high school sophomore, he’ll cover it, relax.”

         Alex sighed and slackened in his seat...”Why do I feel like this could be a bad idea?” 

         “I never thought you’d be a little pessimist?” Tina said smiling.

         “I’m just being respectful.” Alex replied. “To both you and your parents. You know...one thing leads to another thing and to another thing and then....”

         Tina grabbed Alex by his Jowls and gave him a lick kiss...”You need to quit digging Alex.”

         “I guess.” Alex replied.

The Palm Tower Hotel
Sahara Square
September 5 2040
4pm September 5, 2040

       Alvin had long finished his assignments and sat alone on the bed flipping through the television channels while sipping a soda and every now and then playing with himself to break the boredom...

      “Where in hell did those two go shopping, a black hole?” The middy munk snorted as he rubbed his paw over his belly...”Sheesh...”do your home work Alvin”. “Study Alvin”. “Finish those papers Alvin or you don’t go with us.” Sometimes I just would punch Simon right in his smug face if I didn’t love him.” Alvin groaned. He rolled over the bed till he was on top of a body pillow slowly giving it a hump with his hips...

      “You like that Simon?” Alvin snorted to the sans replacement. “You like how I feel in you? I’m gonna jam you hard for leaving me alone with nothing else to do you tongue flapping nerd.”

      Alvin then reached for his cell phone and dialed up a number.....

      “Hello?” Jeanette Miller’s voice answered.

      “Hi Jeanette. It’s Alvin. Is Brittany there?” Alvin asked.

      “And what is the reason for the call Seville?” Jeanette asked. “Are you going to make my sister feel worse than she does now?”

        “That festival is in the trash bin as far as anyone caring over it.” Alvin replied. “I am not calling to put gas on a fire, I promise. I’m just minding the store and wanted to call to see how she’s doing.”

        “And I bet your naked too.” Jeanette replied. Alvin quickly scrambled to get his replacement pair of pink “chip-a-roos” Simon didn’t get to tear up...

        “I’m honestly decent, trust me.” Alvin replied. “May I please speak with her?”

        After a few minutes...Brittany came on the phone...”What Alvin?”

        “Gee....” Alvin replied. “Got up on the wrong side of the bed?”

         “No.” Brittany replied. “Knowing you Alvin Seville? This will turn into a self gloating session for you so get it over with.”

         Alvin got off his bed and walked towards the picture window in the hotel room that looked out over Sahara Square...”I will not gloat. I know you probably feel lousy over the whole episode. But why did you go through with that Brittany? It doesn’t make any sense to me at all, it’s not you.”

        “When you have to deal with such a selfish, childish, loathsome, brat like you? Anything dared for a gain is acceptable to at least try! And yes....for your happiness? I feel awful Alvin, mission successful!” Brittany snapped.

        Alvin sighed....”So you can’t put together a line of rap? It would have served you better if you hadn’t tried to go through with that charade. Boldness when you have to stand up to your shot comings is like a favorite cousin of yours Britty and you kind of gave it a slap in the kisser. That is so unlike you. I didn’t call to gloat, trust me, I called because I’m worried ok? Can’t a rival show some compassion?”

        “Sigh....and I called because Simon and Theodore went out and left me sitting here with nothing to do. So I’m simply asking? Brittany? Do you want to go out for dinner?”

        Brittany answered. “You’re right Alvin....it was pretty dumb. I’ll go out for dinner so long as you can convince me you won’t take advantage of it to make me feel like an ant under your boot.”

       Alvin raised a paw. “I swear...I will be on my best behavior, I promise.”

       Brittany replied. “At 6pm? You call back and choose the place to eat.”

      Alvin replied. “Six it is. See you then Brittany. Oh and if you want to “triple en taunt” it? (Meaning bring the other two girls) that’s fine with me. I’ll call back in a bit. By Brittany.”

Rheana’s home
Downtown
4pm September 5, 2040

        Morty banged on the door with his paw....”Open the door Rheana! I know you’re home, you parked your car five blocks down the street ok? So open the door!”

         Kawam-ura adjusted his hoodie...”Morty Wakamoto? A little patience and tact would....”

         “Patience left the building and tact’s passed out drunk.” Morty looked back at his Grandfather’s car...”Well ok...Gramps is passed out and tact is mixed with the vomit so...”Rheana damn it! It’s Morty!” The young wolf yelped. “If you don’t open this door in the next minute? I swear, I swear I’ll start breaking your windows until you do or I’ll “Mark” your bushes or I’ll take a dump on your porch! Yeah....get a little “Swifty“ you know?”

        Rheana opened the door...”You could have said please Morty?”

        “Yeah please.....sure....next time I grovel I’ll remind myself to wear a choke collar and a studded ball thrasher.” Morty snorted.

         Rheana sighed...”I sort of figured you would take this badly.” 

        “Damn right I would.” Morty growled as he and Kawam-ura entered Rheana’s home. “Retirement my stinky tail hole, did you honestly think you could lie to me?!”

         The honey badger replied. “I had been planning this for a whole year Morty.”

          “You would have told me.” Morty replied. “That’s why this stinks! You and the Secretary of Defense just suddenly up and go...”Yup, time to quit.”...at a time like now?! Morty snorted as he flopped onto a couch. “So I suppose you picked “Montana Stu” (A Wisconsin brown badger) to replace you huh?”

           “He’s experienced.” Rheana replied. “You want a soda or tea or coffee?”

           Sancho stumbled through the front door...”Rheana...retirement...good for you toots...” The old wolf huffed before he passed out on the floor.

          “He’d better not throw up on my rug or so help him.” Rheana growled.

          Morty stood up and pleaded...”Rheana? I know this retirement is absolute bull snit, at the very least be honest with me? Damn it. We’ve been friends for like ever!”

          “Thirteen years Morty.” The Honey badger replied. “Sans diaper changes whenever I baby sat you as a cub.”

           “Ok, technically five or six but damn it, you’re a family friend ok? Can’t you trust me to be a little honest?”

           Rheana sighed. “Ok Morty....you better sit down. I might as well tell you as much as I dare but please....please keep your yapper zipped up over all this?”

One hour later....

          Morty’s grandfather was passed out on the couch while Morty and Kawam-ura sat with Rheana at her kitchen table....

        “Son of a bitch...” Morty said as he rubbed his head tuft. “You two were sending spy missions over the demarkation line without any authority?”

        “Bagherra and I felt the risk was a dire necessity.” Rheana replied as she calmly sipped her tea. “The counsel certainly wasn’t going to grant any authority what-so-ever for any kind of surveillance. And now with the Kzinti Navy making these “gestures” around the Outback Islands, we felt no other choice but to take the risk. What we uncovered...is....” Rheana looked over at Kawam-ura. “Forgive me...it looks like the Kzinti are planning for war.”

        Kawam-ura’s ears down casted..”The inevitability hasn’t escaped me. However? I can offer no real help. As a member of the lowest class in our society, I have no knowledge what so ever of our military outside what martial skills are taught in school. However? That does offer some educational benefit as to how we Kzinti think in terms of martialism. I have no doubt as to the skill of the average Kzin with hand weapons, especially the Katana and the Tanto blades.”

        “Do you really think they’re building rocket bases on those islands you talked about?” Morty asked Rheana.

        “They’re fortifying the hell out of them so something very important is being put on them. We also saw more of their navy. They don’t just have destroyers and patrol craft. We saw some larger warships, big gun ships that make our Navy look like “hors d’oeuvres” and we witnessed a practice amphibious operation. All in all....if they decide to un-cork and come after us?”

        Kawam-ura clenched his paws and growled. “And for what? Because they consider Zootopia to be a disgusting and wretched blight on the world...stupid bastards. All I have seen here is peace and goodness. I have been treated warmly despite the precautions which I deem acceptable to bear. My country hates it because it sees the joining and mingling of predator and prey as an abomination against the gawds to be swept away like bad rice on a thrashing floor. A war would be stupid, horrible and worthless yet my country is determined to set the whole world on fire.”......Kawam-ura stood up and screamed...”YOU STUPID BASTARDS!”

       Kawam-ura slackened. “Forgive my outburst?”

      “Why? Who’s not feeling the same here?” Morty replied. “So you and Bagherra were ordered to resign. Resign for seeing the truth about what’s coming?”

       Rheana nodded...”We broke the law Morty. We may have been just and right in our cause but we broke the law. There are consequences for actions and I don’t blame Mayor Leo for ordering us to resign. We could both face prison time for this.”  

      “So what’s the Mayor going to do? Sweep all this intelligence under a rug and not act on it?” Morty snorted. “What absolute bull snit in hell.”

        “He has to be careful with it Morty.” Rheana replied. “I’m not saying he won’t use it but at the moment this is all “hot stuff”. We were fortunate that the mayor has a heart for us but if he acts on this stuff and the counsel gets wind of it? Caesar will get dragged into the mud and probably impeached. There are his rivals who are just grinding their teeth to see him gone. Politics is a dirty business you know?”

        “Yeah....more like a broken septic pipe kind of dirty.” Morty replied. He turned to Kawam-ura with a look of sadness...”Watashi no yūjin. Sensō ga kuru no wa zan'nendesu. Watashi no kokoro wa kanashimi ni michite imasu.”

         The big tiger softly kissed Morty’s head and replied...”Sore wa watashi no yūjindearu mōti no unmei no michidesu. Watashi no kokoro wa itsumo anata no tamedesu. Kawam-ura turned to Rheana...”Desperation calls for bold movement.” He said. “Why can I not try and speak to my country? By television and radio broadcast?”

        Rheana shook her head. “There’s no guarantee it would reach anyone and if it does? They may think it’s a trick or worse, they’ll know we have you and they’ll come after us to get you back. It’s too dangerous a risk to try.”

        “Everything right now is too dangerous not to risk it!” Kawam-ura said as he shot to his feet. “We must try something, anything! A war would be terrible, we must do everything we possibly can to stop it...please!”

         Rheana paced around. “There is too much risk Kawam-ura san. I’m sorry, I am no longer in a position to even suggest such a thing.”

        Kawam-ura looked at Morty...”Retrive your grandfather from the couch please?” He then called for Carl. “I wish to see the mayor if that could be made possible?”

        “I’m pretty sure he won’t say otherwise.” Carl replied. “But I’m siding with Rheana. Whatever your thinking of trying is going to be dangerous and may not come to any good.”

        “We shall hope it will come to something other than a war.” Kawam-ura replied looking determined.

MCRD Savanna, Quanaco Marine Base
4pm September 5, 2040

        Owen panned the cell phone around so his parents could see him and his brothers working over their rifles and their uniforms for their upcoming graduation....

        “See Ma? We all made it.” Owen said proudly. “Here’s Powen with his expert sharpshooter’s badge. He tries to hide it? I think he plans a wedding soon the way he kisses it all the time.”

        “Vicious lies and rumors Mama.” Powen snorted. “They’re all jealous.”

      Owen showed off Nori with his big BAR rifle...”Hi mama! Made it through!” Nori said as he nibbled on a vanilla wafer. “Dori kept me well watered, right Door Door?”

     “He’s been a real tail pain mom.” Dori said as he bumped his brother. “But he got a Sarge to dress in drag!”

     Ori chuckled as he waved. “Still got my butt in one piece mama!”

     Owen turned the phone to himself...”How are you ma? How’s paw?”

     Bonnie gestured...”Owen? Make sure your brothers can all see me.”

     Owen gestured his brothers next to and behind him so they could all see the screen...

     Bonnie took a deep breath...”Boys? We always believed in being up front and honest with all of our children about every little matter. You know that your father and I had to turn over the family farm and move into a smaller home because well....we’re not spring chickens are we?”

     Owen’s ears drooped...”What are you trying to say Ma?”

      Bonnie took another deep breath...”Owen? Your father has this aging problem. Like your grandpa Eddie had....remember?”

      Owen nodded. “Yes Ma.” Owen looked at his brothers. “Pa has that old age disease that...that turns old mammals feral.”

      Powen said nothing.

      “Daddy?” Nori voiced with worry.

      “Oh no.....poppa?” Dori said s he held onto Nori’s arm.

     “Daddy? No!....” Ori voiced as he put his paws to his mouth.

     “What’s this I’m hearing from my youngsters?” Stu’s voice came up strong on the phone. “That will be enough of the crying now!”

      Owen looked at the cell phone. “But pa? We’re just worried...”

     “Owen? Are you a grown rabbit or a bottle sucker?” Stu replied. “Now I may be getting on in my years and yes I am sometimes....acting a little strange but life is life and you boys are out the door and gone and that’s staying as is no matter what happens to me.”

       Bonnie gripped Stuart with worry...”Stu? Don’t stress yourself?”

       “Bonnie? I’m talking to the boys now hush?” Stu waved a paw and replied. “Now boys? No matter what happens down the road? I will always be proud of my last brood of bucks you hear me? You were all total hell spawns to me and my mother as kittens but damn it if you all didn’t stay together and come out all right. You need to keep staying together as a brood and as a family. You all go on and do good and make your lives as you want them, not as your mother and I might have wished. I’ll be alright, good Lord Frith knows what’s he’s doing ok? So....no more crying you hear? You all be tough bucks and make us proud of you.”

      “We love you boys.” Bonnie said. “We can’t wait till you all come home on your first leave. You know we will spoil you boys rotten. Hugs and kisses to you all.”

        The screen turned off and all the Hopps boys flopped onto their butts....

        Ori sighed....”How long do you think daddy has?”

        Nori snapped back...”What the hell kind of question is that to ask right now?! Damn it Ori Hopps? Paw’s not going to die, not soon! Crazy fool...thinking like he has a paw in his grave already.”

        Powen looked at Nori. “Please do not call your brother “a fool” Nori?”

        “Well how in hell was that appropriate to say “Pow Pow”?” Nori huffed. “I mean...”How long?”...”

       Dori rubbed Nori’s shoulder and pointed to Ori. “Bear, bear?”

       Ori was sobbing. “Oh dang it....Ori? Brother, I am so sorry.” Nori said as he rubbed a big paw under Ori’s chin.

       “I don’t want Pa to die!” Ori yelped.

       “What did Dad just say?” Owen yelped. “Stop crying.”

       “But Owen? He’ll forget all of us.” Ori sobbed. “Momma will have to cage him because he’ll  go feral like gramps...”

        Owen patted each of his brothers in turn. “Brothers? We all once said we accepted how things would change as we got older. Paw’s affliction is the “how things go” and we agreed we’d handle it as a family. The last thing paw wants is us all upset and looking back home, such thinking where we’re at could be dangerous. Do we want ma and paw much worse if they get a letter from the corps saying one or all of us died? We have to honor paw’s wishes and stand tough for each other.”

         Ori replied as he wiped his eyes. “We are goin home right? When we can get leave?”

         “As soon as we can.” Owen smiled. “Buck up now Ori?”

         “Oh kay...” Ori replied. “I feel like I need a comfort spanking.”

         Nori huffed....”I swear so help me they are going to “seck eight” you out before graduation Ori, gawd damn.”

         Dori looked around and stood up. “As always if no one’s going to do it, I get stuck with it.”

         “Sit down Dori.” Owen said waving his paw. “Ori’s gotta get weened off this crazy fetish of his. From now on, no more spankings from anybody. And if you think you’re going to wiggle your way into one Ori? There’s other more discomforting ways to put you back in line.”

          Owen pulled a glass bottle and a spoon from his uniform shirt. “I think you know what this is Ori? Doesn’t give you the least bit of happiness does it?”

          “That’s cruel Owen!” Ori snapped. “Caster oil? You wouldn’t dare!”

          “Then you won’t think twice of getting testy will you?” Owen replied smiling. “Now let’s get back to what we were doing before they sound “taps”.”

Will and Gilly’s Apartment
Sahara Square
4pm September 5, 2040

          Will scooped up Gilly in his arms and whined like a family dog greeting his master after a long absence, his tail flipping wildly, his tongue almost turning Gilly into a wet mess and his crying almost making everyone deaf!

           “Will!” Gilly yelped. “Ow....ow....I’m still sore in some places, calm down?”

           “Oh.....oh.....I’m sorry....sorry.....” Will replied as he carried Gilly to the kitchen table and set the rabbit on it. “Are you ok?” The wolf asked as he cupped Gilly’s head in his paws. “I was so upset...”

          Will turned to Jackson, who had Pix and Dix sitting on his shoulders, and took the two mice in his paws....”Thank you! thank you!” Will said to each as he kissed their heads. “I...I hope you both didn’t mind me kissing you? I’m kinda....” Will turned and placed Pix and Dix on the kitchen counter before a large wheel of cheese...

          “For the two of you. I bought the best quality mild cheddar. Thank you so much for saving my boyfriend.” Will said as he clasped his paws together.

          “We were just watching out for our shipmate.” Pix said. “We knew something was screwy the way that rabbit pushed Gill into the power box, like he was hoping it was “live”.”

          Will turned back to Jackson and scooped him up into a hug...”There’s nothing I could ever do that would pay you back for what you did Jackson.” Will tearfully said.

           “Give Gill a good bath and spoil him rotten.” Jackson replied. “We were lucky we caught this in time.”

           “I’ll tell you.” Will said as he stood with an arm around Gilly. “When Commander Winsor told me what happened? I was foaming at the mouth, rabid fricken pissed. I got into the car, claws out, teeth snarling then your skipper got some sense into me. Called home, talk to my mother, calmed down....sigh....how the fluck did they find out Gill was gay?”

             Gilly raised a paw. “I....kinda let that slip out.”

            “You told them?!” Will yelped.

            “No. Remember when we went to the mall a while back and got pictures from the photo booth? One the ship, I got nailed by a rabbit flying down the stupid ladder by the rungs? Well I had a photo of us kissing in my pocket and it fell out and.....he or one of his buddies “scooped” it.”

            Will sighed...”I’m not mad at you.”

            “Didn’t think you would be but I’m so sorry this put you through snit.” Gilly replied as he rubbed his paw over Will’s snoot.

            “They beat the snit out of you.” Will said as he started to cry.

            “Oh Will...” Gilly said as he hugged the sobbing wolf’s head. “Damn, you’re the alpha male here? You’re making a scene of yourself. Ouch! Oww....oww....yeah, I got rolled good.”

            “Well what do you want me to do?! Dance a jig? Damn them tail holes! I mean what the hell did you do to any of them?!”

            “Will?” Jackson said. “Gilly’s home, that’s the important thing. Now....you two need time to be alone so I’m going to drive Pix and Dix to their barracks...don’t exactly know how we’ll get the Cheddar wheel in there? But....you two have a lot to talk over so we’ll leave.”

            “Jackson?” Will voiced. “Jackie? Thanks for being Gilly’s best friend...thank you for bringing him home to me...I can’t...”

            Jackson walked up and grabbed a paw...”Just make him happy and listen, that’s all you need to do Will.” Jackson said before he took Pix and Dix and left...

            Will turned to Gilly and sighed...”Honestly? I would tell you that I want you off that flucken ship tomorrow. That they could do this so easily and think they could get away with it?”

            “Don’t blame every rabbit for bunch of idiots Will?” Gilly replied. “Besides? As I told the Skipper, there’s qualifications on sea duty that I have to have to advance. If they put me on shore and I’m stuck there? Whatever “career” I might have left will be flucked. But right now all I want is a shower and bed....look? My paws won’t stop shaking...I’m all “ramped up” still.”

           Will cupped Gilly’s cheeks in his paws. “I’ll do whatever you want, just say it? How about a bath? Can we take a bath?”

           Gilly softly kissed Will’s lips...”You can have whatever you desire. I know this hurt you as much as me.”

Port Whine-eeni
The Outback Islands
4:30pm September 5, 2040

       “Two cold tall boy “Otter-Brau” out of the fridge.” Virgil said as he tossed a can to Beezler who was reclining in a beach chair as they enjoyed the warm afternoon and the period of relaxation given them since they got off the ship. “We’re not due to begin training with the locals for another four days.” Virgil said as he leaned between his legs and detached his faux tail from his rump. “Gawd that thing is heavier than the original dude but look at my legs? They’re becoming a serious set of “guns”. I can go seven miles-per-hour faster.”

      “That’s cool.” Beezler said as he raised his beer. “To wonderful females, gorgeous landscapes and eternal hard ons.”

      “Got that there.” Virgil replied.

      “So when do we see the first shipments of “Ponks”?” (Ponkus cashes. Weapons capsules)

       “Supposed to see the first 300 or so next week.” Virgil replied. “I would guess our students will be a mix of Wallabe, Kangs and dingos. I met Sargent Erwin this morning, did you meet him yet?”

      “Yeah. Talk about a mammal running on gasoline flames shooting out his butt. That guy’s like excitement with a visible flame. Do you really think he “wrangles” Alligators?” Beezler asked.

      “He’s wirey as hell.” Virgil replied. “We wrestled on the beach this morning, no doubt that guy loves to fight and he knows his snit.” Virgil looked around...”He tried to feed me my tail? Said it exposed my lack of sexual prowise.”

      Beezler giggled...”Yup....he has to be telling the truth.” He sat thinking a moment as he looked out over the ocean. “There’s no way we could stop an invasion right now if we tried.”

     “No chance in hell.” Virgil replied. “We need those first 300 “ponks” to break even in the interior. Good thing the majority of these islands have such environments to our advantage. The big worry is the civilian populace. Where could we put them to protect them? I say we should push to evacuate as many as possible starting like tomorrow. Start with their cubs, kittens and joey’s...get the little one’s out of here so we don’t have to worry about them being snacks for these bastards.”

       “I can’t imagine what they look like in combat.” Beezler said. “Stories and fables don’t help for snit and what we’ve gotten for “intel” doesn’t measure up in my opinion. You know? Tigers can swim and they swim pretty damn well.”

       “Not well enough to catch us.” Virgil said. “We have a great adaptability rate where we have water and shore lines. Let’s see a bulky tiger turn on a dime against an otter. I’ll rip the fluckers throat out. If they want to come and bring their happy feline tails here? Great. I want a tiger tail on my trophy wall.”

       “Dude? You would be tried for a war crime.” Beezler huffed. 

       “Not if they intend to roast koala and Kangy.” Virgil replied. “They do that and get all “pred” then all the gloves are off. Don’t know how you feel but I’m not roasting on a spit.”

Gazelle’s home
South Savana Central, Berry Lane
4:30pm
23 August 2040
      “I’ve got the stock that you want! I’ve got the feed that you need! I’ve got more than enough to fill your every need! Because I’m the Queen of the Nile, The Queen of the Nile, oh yeah! Just say it, say, say....”
     “Boom, boom, boom!” Hunter Hawk said to himself as he snapped his paws and watched Gazelle and her set of four young tigers busting their moves over the dance floor! Twenty years and she was still as quick and limber as she ever was. She was making those tigers work their tails off, one of them having to throw up his paw and wave out of the dance formation...
     “You ok Hecktor?” Gazelle asked as the tiger bent over.
     “Oh yeah...cramped up in that spin turn that’s all.” Hector replied. “Good thing these songs don’t go over five minutes at the pace you keep?”
      Gazelle tickled Hecktor’s ear....”I know...tigers are “burst” predators who pour it all out quick so I try to make these displays more pace setting. You get used to it.”
      “So who’s showing up for this?” Another Tiger named Lito asked.
     “Well so far?” Gazelle replied. “The Wild Otters” , Ace Dewcy, The Chipmunks, The Chipettes, Van Herden, AeroSloth, Lady Ginny Pig, Fennic Skynix and Sugar Sweet Giraffe.”
     “The Munks and the Chips?” Lito replied. “Oh that will be entertaining.”
     “Always is when you got Brittany Miller and Alvin Seville trying to out do each other.” Another tiger named “Steerforth” said with a smirk. “Any predictions on the amount of property damage?”
     “Now you cats hush?” Gazelle said with a hoof hand gesture. “You know that they never mess up their performances when they’re all in one place? Just have to make sure they leave the ships right after.”
       “Bffft! Listen to you Miss Gazelle?!” Lito growled. “There’s a serious vote of confidence?!”
       “I’m only stating relevant facts.” Gazelle replied. “On a stage against each other, they actually make magic. Of the stage? The knives come out. But I’m sure they’ll all behave just fine.”
       Hunter walked up...”Gazelle? Have you got a theme yet?”
       “I’m still thinking of it.” Gazelle replied. “Peace I think would be central since we’re going to try and send this performance to Kzin by radio and TV. Someone over there must have a secret fan base going?”
       “That’s how we could soften those tigers.” Steerforth said crossing his big arms. “We’ll drop Gazelle masks and MP3 players and bring peace through music...or worse....we’ll tick em all off, they’ll come over here, kidnap you, claim you’re theirs and then we’ll have to launch a thousand ships and storm the gates of their capital city in a wooden statue of a crazy chipmunk.”
        Hecktor cocked his head...”What kind of drugs are you taking?!” He snickered at Steerforth.
        “We could make that part of the act?” Steerforth replied. “We don’t have to make the Kzinti look like blood thursting Preds? Make it sort of a Romeo and Juliet kind of skit where peace breaks out because they made the mistake of kidnaping Zootopia’s angel. She wins them over by a love song.”
       Hunter smirked...”Tempting but much too elaborate to set up with the size of the stage we’re getting for the performance. We’re already close to our budget limit in the pyrotechnical and light displays.”
       “We’ll manage the resources like we always do.” Gazelle said waving a hoof hand.”What’s most important is that all the “little ones” (The smallest mammals) get their special seats right up to the stage lip. And make sure more of them are picked to come up onto the stage during the performances. You know how those photographic moments play with the populace?”
       “I’ll make sure the Captains of the three destroyers give their bunnies and rodents front load room when you make your pre-performance visit.” Hunter said waving his paw. “Right now? I think dinner calls so let’s take a break from practice shall we?”
Nick and Judy’s house
Downtown 
5:20 pm
23 August 2040

        “Judy? Did you see my blue and red tie?” Nick asked from their bedroom.

        “In the second draw of the dresser Nick.” Judy said as she walked from the bathroom and let Darla pass her...

        “Thank you for not taking all the hot water Judy.” Darla said smiling. “You must have a huge water bill?”

        “Watch it Darla.” Judy warned. “Jackie must be caught in the evening rush hour.” Judy said as she walked into the bedroom and pulled Nick’s favorite tie from the dresser. “Here it is Nick. But you really don’t have to dress up? This is just an information occasion like always.”

         Nick snorted as he dangled his tie. “So? It’s a crime now for your husband to look his best? Very well then, I will go “sans clothing” and have our son fluff up my foxy “ploom-ah-gee-ah” because after all? I only need my tail to look good.”

         “Silly as always huh?” Jackson said as he stuck his head into the bedroom. “My my? Not having sex and ending up late?, this is a shocking evolutionary improvement.”

         “I thought you’d be here sooner?” Judy said to her son.

         “I had to drop Gilly off at his apartment and run to our apartment to get Darla and myself clothes to wear.” Jackson replied. “Dad? Are you going to wear those old clothes?”

         Nick threw his paws up. “What is it with this trifecta attack on my choice of clothes? I thought I would bring back some nostalgia. These “old clothes” as you so insult me my loving child, are the very clothes I first met your mother in on her first day as a police officer.”

        “And they hang off you like a tent, the ass sags like a diaper and the tie doesn’t match the shirt.” Jackson snickered. “Damn Dad? How did your generation ever get to run Zootopia so well?”

         Nick snorted. “Carrots? I know I never spanked our son but it’s never too late to show him who’s boss in this house when I have been so viciously insulted.”

         Jackson pointed at his mother with a smirk...”Dad? Please? By the way? Any luck with the house yet?”

         “A strong possible closing coming.” Nick replied. “A family of bears has taken quite an interest in it. Your old room is going to be a little female cub’s pink nightmare.”

          “Good...as long as you two finally move to your cottage? It can be eye burning pink and I’ll be happy.” Jackson said as he leaned against the bedroom door jam. “Did you and Darla go shopping all day Mom?”

          “Yes.” Judy replied. “Do you want the damage now or when you’re sitting down?”

          “I’m already expecting a serious drought in amorocity from over work.” Darla giggled as she walked past.

          “Amor.....what?” Jackson replied. “Like I’m going to get upset if you bought a dress you absolutely adored?”

           “When you see the price tag?” Darla snickered. “Be prepared to take Uber as an extra job.” 

       “It wasn’t that bank busting.” Judy said as she walked up to her son. “I think you’ll like it Jackie. She looks absolutely adorable in it. The under-garments were probably the weight of the whole cost any way.”

        Jackson grabbed his mother by a paw....”You...are the absolutely adorable one here Mom.” Jackson said as he pulled his mother into a kiss. “You look beautiful in anything Mom.”

        “Give it up while you can Jackson?” Judy said smiling. “I will not pay for her dress no matter what you try on me?”

         “I wasn’t “trying” to make you pay for it!” Jackson yelped.

         Judy pulled out her old recorder pen and tapped the play button...

         “Jackson told me to find the dress I wanted and that money wouldn’t be an option but I heard him worrying in the bathroom saying he didn’t have enough in the bank for some of the dresses I was looking at on line.”

          “Trying to enlist Darla when YOU know very well you have more than enough to cover even the most pricy dress. You little scamp!” Judy said waving her pen in her son’s face. “Jackson? You made a contractual bet with Darla and you lost so the dress is YOUR responsibility! I can’t believe you tried to pull a hustle on your own mother?”

          Nick walked by and whispered. “Big fat “F” on your report card young mammal.”

          “Yes...I admit it Mom. I tried.” Jackson said with a sigh. “I have enough money to pay for it, I just wanted us to have every penny possible for a good start. You caught me in a sympathy play.”

         “And you didn’t take into account the possibility that a few wedding gifts might just take care of that little concern? I am very disappointed in you Jackson. You’re a reflection on your father’s teaching abilities.”

          Nick snickered. “I can still pull the wool over your eyes Carrots.” He then turned to Jackson. “Next time don’t try playing water works with your fiance. Females are always treacherous little demons who plot and conspire behind our backs.”

          “Do you want to sleep in the back yard tonight there? Mister Fox?” Judy huffed. “Any way Nick? Jackson is right. You should wear some clothes that don’t make you look like you came in off the street. We have more than enough memories that don’t need a visual re-play...my husband should look like the best fox in the city because that’s what I married.”

          Nick smiled at Jackson. “Why aren’t you taking notes? You need these little pointers for your own marriage kido.” Nick said as he pulled up his tail in his paw....”Please?” He asked his son.

        “Of course Dad.” Jackson said with a gesture towards the bed. “Take a seat?”

        Judy pulled her son’s old tail grooming kit from the walk in closet as he sat at the edge of the bed working his father’s thick tail in his paws...”At least you’re brushing it every day Dad.” Jackson said as he snipped a pair of scissors around the white tip of the tail. “You’re....wearing these leg braces every day now?”

         “Stylish aren’t they?” Nick said smiling. “You know Jag don’t you? He had them custom printed to match my tropical shirt. A little brighter than dull black.”

         “So....you can’t walk on your own any more?” Jackson asked.

        “No...” Nick replied. “It’s called “structurally assisted mobility” that’s the new term these days because “cripple” is a trigger word. If you called me “crippled” I would bite your nose off because your father these days has a very thin skin.”

         Jackson looked a little worried as he brushed his father’s tail....”Jackie? Look at me?” Nick asked. “Look Son....tonight and tomorrow is your mother’s time. Her “time to shine” and get all the love she deserves for all the things she did for Zootopia. It’s not a time for you to dwell on your old Dad ok? I mean...these things are absolutely a pain in my tail hole but you know what? For once I don’t slouch and I’m two inches taller than you! I’m actually looking down at my boy, can you believe that?”

        Nick slipped off the bed and did a little dance...”And? I can still dance with my daughter in law on her wedding day! And hopefully run so my ass don’t get chewed up by her angry father.”

        Jackson giggled as Nick laid his paws on his son’s shoulders...”Jackson? You and I have one important thing to do. Make sure your mother is a balling mess of happiness, to make tonight and tomorrow the best day of her whole life. And hopefully work on her so she’ll pay for that dress.”

      “I HEARD THAT MISTER FOX!” Judy snapped out.

      “Yup.” Nick said with a squint. “She’s still got those ears of hers.”

Seals and Doebucks Department Store
Downtown 
5:40 pm
23 August 2040

      Tall Pauley stopped at the front doors and tapped his cell phone...”Santoni? Is it safe to bring the Don out?” The big polar bear asked.

      “Yeah. Everything’s clear.” The limo driver replied.

      Pauley turned to Kevin and Raymond. “Go take up the flanks.” He directed.

      Sunny Lanzoni gestured to his new suit as he pinched Tall Pauley’s paw to get the bear’s attention. “At least the quality of the suit makers here has not lost its’ wonderful flavoring eh Pauley?”

      “Not at all boss.” Pauley replied. “You look absolutely great. And Fu Fu is going to fall to pieces over that dress you go her.”

       “Nothing is too good for my sister Pauley. I’m surprised you said nothing about the one I’m having them make for my wife?” Sunny asked.

        “I wouldn’t say anything until I actually saw the results.” Pauley replied.

        Sunny spoke again....”Pauley? About the limp wristed K-9? Don’t hurt him. I have decided that he’s not a threat.”

        “I am very pleased at your choice Don Lanzoni. We didn’t need the heat any incident would have caused on us. He’s not a dumb wolf to be honest.” Pauley said.

        “I tend to disagree on the not dumb category.” Sunny replied. “After all he’s a “hole driller” and that loses 50 percent off the top of mental facilities in “my book” and “my book” is never wrong.”

         Tall Pauley came walking out of the store with the Don in his big paws. Raymond was on the left blocking the sidewalk with Raymond on the right and Santoni about to slip into the drivers seat of the big black Lincoln Continental four door...

        “Click!”

        Santoni hadn’t fully sat himself in the drivers seat when a very audable “clicking” sound under hit rump caused him to stop and grip anything that prevented him from putting his full weight down!...

        The polar bear grimaced hard....”Oh snit....oh snit, oh snit, oh gawd damn flucken snit me!” Santoni yelped...”Oh snit....I’m dead. I’m dead....”

        Tall Pauley bent down to look into the front seats...”Santoni? What the hell?”

        “Pauley?.....” Santoni replied with his lips quivering. “I think?.....I think I tripped a box mammal? I think someone wired the car.....FLUCK!”

        Pauley quickly pulled an M1911 pistol from his coat which caused Kevin and Raymond to pull a pair of heavy revolvers. In size terms....a polar bear’s pistol just might as well be considered an army artillery piece! Pauley pitched the Don into Raymond’s big paws...”Get the boss back inside? Grab a room? Shoot any silly son of a whelp bitch who comes too close....NOW!”

        Pauley pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed...

        “9..1...1 dispatcher, what are you reporting?” A bunny dispatcher from the ZPD asked.

        “My name is Paul Gambino. I’m in front of the Seals and Doebucks department store on Heard and Flock street. There is a four door limousine parked out front, I think it has been wired with explosives. Please send ZPD with a bomb unit. Two polar bears are at the car.” Tall Pauley said as he moved to the driver’s side...

        “Santoni? What the fluck?” Pauley growled. “You were told to stay with the car. Please don’t tell me you walked the fluck off?”

        “I had to go Pauley.” The shivering young bear replied.

        “I don’t give a flying fluck if you have to drop and dump in the damn street. How long were you flucken gone? Takes an expert only five minutes to wire a simple fricken bomb you stupid mook?” Pauley said as he slowly got on his paws and knees...

        “I’m sorry Pauley!” Santoni yelped. “I couldn’t hold it in mammal! Now I’m gonna flucken die!”

         “Shut the hell up Santoni, yer messing up my concentration. You only armed the bomb for now but if you drop your fluffy fat butt any further? We are gonna be ruined Tuna Scungille on the frucken sidewalk.” Pauley snarled. “Don’t.....flucken move or breath ok? And don’t get no flucken hard on.”

         “Are you kidding?” Santoni yelped. “I think I changed sexes....oh gawd damn it Pauley? Hurry up and find that flucken bomb?!”

          Pauley raised a paw...”Don’t make me slap you silly right now Santoni? I have fat paw fingers and they don’t disarm bombs too good.”

          “I swear Pauley...I’m gonna piss myself.” The scared polar bear yelped.

          “You piss on my head you silly bastard and I swear I’ll set off this damn bomb myself and we’ll both be occupying the same sheet of ice in mafia hell.” Pauley said as he found a bundle of wires and traced them to a bomb pack under the back seats...

           “You clock sucken piece of snit.” Pauley growled as he gingerly opened the back door and carefully climbed into the back seat. By now....sirens were closing in outside. “Wonderful timing you doughnut graziers.” Pauley snorted as he slowly worked to pull the passenger seat cushion off.

         “Officer Klitchford, ZPD.” A fox officer said as he leaned into the car...”What’s your name and the issue Sir?”

         “My name is Paul Gambino.” Big Pauley replied. “The car is “hot” there officer so if you’d just keep every mammal back a respectable distance, I would appreciate it?”

         “What kind of bomb is it?” Kilchford asked.

         “The kind that don’t need looky loo loos, now please keep everyone back? I figure it was a rush job so this thing should be simple too...”Sniff, sniff.....Oh gawd damn Santoni?! I told you not to fricken piss yourself you Snook?!”

          “I couldn’t help it Pauley!” Santoni yelped back.

          “You are so lucky right now that I’ve found this bomb and it’s not a cell phone trigger you stupid Cafone!” Pauley yelped as he looked over the device and thought how best to deal with it...

         “Yo Raymond? You outside?” Pauley growled.

        “Yeah.” Raymond replied. “What cha need Pauley?”

         “Gimme your claw clippers you glamour queen?” Pauley said as he gestured behind his back.

        “Got yer “queen” hanging you Cugine.” (Cugine = sex rooky) Raymond snorted as he handed Pauley his claw clippers.

         “When I count to three Ray?” Pauley said. “Pull piss pup from the driver’s seat.”

        Raymond walked to the driver’s side of the limo and took hold of Santoni. “Don’t breath Goombah.” He said smiling.

         “One.....two......three.....”Clip.”

         Ramond pulled Santoni clear of the car and watched as Pauley casually stood up with the bomb in his paws. “THE CAR IS COLD!” Pauley screamed out and the ZPD officers surged into the scene...

         “Sir?” Officer Klinchford stood waving and hopping. “You might not want to hold that thing?”

          Pauley bent down. “Then here it is officer?” He said smiling.

          Kilchford waved a paw...”Please? Just put it in the bomb disposal can over there?” He asked. Pauley walked over to the disposal truck and gently set the bomb inside the explosive containing canister. Behind him, he could hear the Don screaming himself horse at the poor young polar bear Santoni and Pauley groaned at what was sure to come.

Buckies restaurant
Downtown 
6:30pm
23 August 2040

        The place was well packed with mammals both in and out of uniform as Nick, Judy, Jackson and Darla got out of the family SUV and Nick decided to strap on his butt cart...

        “Dad? What are you doing?” Jackson asked.

         “My usual silliness.” Nick replied as he pranced up to the doors and trotted inside as Judy held the door open for him. “UBER? UBER? DID SOME ONE HERE CALL AN UBER?” Nick yelped as he trotted around all the mammals sitting at tables or standing at the bar. “Hey? Uber fox coming through, this better not have been a prank call here because I’m not leaving till I bite someone!" Noting an officer drinking a Fox-n-Brau, Nick stood up, took the bottle, took a sip and smiled....

         “Sorry....Uber break. Did you call for Uber?” Nick joked. He then continued his trotting around until he bumped into old Chief Bogo...

          “Son of a bitch...Union Taxi Driver! AAAAAHHHH!” Nick yelped as if he was terrified and he quickly scrambled out of Buckies leaving a trail of trashed dishes, pulled table clothes and spilt beers behind him!

           Bogo turned to Ben Clawhauser and snorted. “Wilde...always trying to make himself the center of attention.”

            “He grows on you like fungus doesn’t he?” Clawhauser said as he walked up to Judy and waved his arms...”HEY EVERYONE! THE MAIDEN OF HONOR HAS ARRIVED!”

            Everyone in Buckies stood and clapped as Judy stood by herself blushing at the attention. Then the restaurant decided to play the Chippette’s “Be my Baby.” as Ben reached down and carried Judy to her table of honor as friends and well wishers gave their salutations...

          There was Chief Bogo. Old Francine the elephant, Snarlov the big polar bear traffic cop, Fritz Catz from Homicide, Officer Wolford, Ajax and Bertoff from the old SWAT division, Officer Delgato’s widow and his two sons and most of Precinct One who were allowed to show their faces. Ben Clawhauser stood at his table with his niece as the master of ceremonies or as others were calling it....the bunny baker.

          “Good evening friends, veterans, rookies and whatever the cat dragged in off the highway.” Ben started. “Here we are continuing a long tradition with our favorite restaurant of doing once a week dinners to promote family, unity and mammal-hood in our band of blue. Obviously we are all here tonight to honor and send into retirement this bunny whom we have all come to love....or sometimes fear....and if she doesn’t start crying now? She will....Our recently retired from the force Chief of Police Mrs. Judy Wilde.”

         Everyone clapped and cheered. Ben continued.....”Now when I first heard Precinct One was getting a rabbit as a cop? I think I probably had the same reaction as most of us...”Weeeewhat? Are you kidding me?! A bunny? Won’t last a week, it’ll get rolled or turned into a chew toy. Never mind what we heard about Judy’s combative skills at the academy, her dangerous feet. Nope! Gotta be a gag. Only to find out? We got one awesome little stick of dynamite in this bunny. How many of you have seen the dent in the lip of my old Kiosk?” Ben said. He turned to his niece Paige. “You’ve seen that right Paige?” Ben asked. “That folks is what happens when a miscreant decided to call Judy “cute” and then slap on a few more bad words which I will save speaking in public. That mouthy elephant broke his face....and a tusk....on that very spot sort of underestimating Judy’s abilities. That always worked in her favor and yet this....Judy may I?” Ben pretended to cringe in fear which got some laughs.

         “Just this once Ben.” Judy smiled back.

        “Thank you.” Ben replied. “This cute and wonderful bunny proved herself worthy of the badge and it was an honor to serve with her and under her as Chief of Police. We love you Judy. And now to continue pouring on the hot cup of love? Former Chief of Police Bogo!”

         Chief Bogo (a cape Buffalo) stood up at his table....”Good evening fellow officers and friends....good evening Hopps. Right now my grand children are probably destroying my house? I don’t care.” The old Chief said in his usual deep voice.

         Everyone wanted to hear Bogo’s signature “I don’t care.” at some point. He continued...”Officer Hopps? Parkin duty. That’s what I gave Judy for her first assignment as a rookie officer. Now to be clear? Every rookie starts off with Parking Duty their first time out on the streets but I will admit now...because I don’t care....that I did assign Judy parking duty because I thought there was no way a rabbit could survive as a police officer...I was....I was pleasantly made wrong.”

          “I told Hopps that it should have been easy for her to write 200 traffic tickets in a day, I completely believed in this she would fail.....I was.....I was pleasantly made wrong.”

          “By the end of her shift on her first day? Officer Hopps had written 246 traffic tickets! That record I was told was recently broken by another upstart and brash officer and I was shocked that Chief Wilde would forget about how to not motivate rookie officers to be at their best! I....pleasantly failed in teaching that lesson.”

          Bogo pulled out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. “If I were to rate Officer Hopps performance before the savage scare incident? It would sound like this....”

“Respect for authority? An F.”

“Obedience to orders? An F.”

“Ability to follow commands? An F.”

 Judy snorted. “You were grading on a really sucky curve Chief Bogo?”

 “Shut it Hopps. There she goes again? Guess what Judy?” Bogo asked.

 The crowd replied. “HE DOESN’T CARE. SHUT UP JUDY!” It was followed by laughter.

Bogo continued. “Choice of a husband?” Bogo said as he looked at Nick. “Room for improvement?”

Nick replied by grabbing his tail and showing his ass to Bogo with his head tilted up in a snort, which got some laughter.

Bogo turned to Judy...”However....there are performance areas which when graded? Came out all A plus...

“Courage”

“Fortitude”

“Stubbornness”

“Dedication to Duty”

“Dedication to service”

“Loyalty”

“Drive”

“Initiative”

“As much as it may cause me to grunt and stomp? I must admit that I was very wrong all those years ago about Officer and now retired Chief Judy Wilde. When we took in the first bunny to wear the badge of the ZPD....we not only took in a trend setter? We took in one hell of a police officer. And one great heart of a friend. We love you Judy and we wish you all the best to come.”

Bogo didn’t have to walk over to Judy’s table, she leaped off her chair and in a few hops flew into his big arms for a hug as the gathered clapped. She then returned to her seat as Benjamin waved his paws....

“And now? A word from our chief administrations officer? Miss Dawn Bellweather (small sheep)

Ben helped Dawn to stand on a table so everyone could see her...”Thank you Ben.” She said with a bow. “What can I say about Judy? wow....what a rabbit isn’t she? Most of you know me or of me and I’m not ashamed to speak about it now because of Judy....I was the author of the Savage scare, the one who released so much fear and terror in our city all those years ago. My hate, my anger, my pent up rage at years of torment because of my size and because I felt powerless drove me to blind vengence. I felt that as a small prey mammal? I had no rights so I resolved to deprive others of the rights I felt were denied me. Especially all the abuses I took from former mayor, now banished for life from our city, Lionheart.”

Dawn paused for a moment...”You know in prison? I was so full of hate. of hopelessness? I just wanted to curl up and die. The last mammal I ever though would even care to speak with me was Judy after I had put her through hell and yet? She came to me! She came to me and said....”I care Dawn....I care and I want to help you.”

“I’m trying not to lose it you know but....” Dawn paused to let some tears go....”Judy cared! She fought for me! She got me out of prison and for the first time in my life, I felt I mattered! That to someone? I was worth fighting for. And to see Lionheart get what he so deserved for all the abuse he heaped on me and so many other small mammals? All that pain, all that hate and all those years of hurt were swept away and I could face the rest of my life with a clean heart.....a clean heart because Judy is who she is and gawd bless her I love her so much!”

The gathered clapped. Causing Judy to hide her quivering mouth behind her paws as Nick rubbed her shoulders...

“Tomorrow.” Dawn continued. “The city will give Judy a day long deserving for a good and faithful servant with a an overflowing heart of goodness. We will all say to her with one voice...”Well done. May the best of your days yet to come be good days for you and your husband Judy. We love you.”

Dawn finished and turned it back to Clawhauser...”That? That was awesome Dawn. I think we got Judy half melted down now. Let’s hear one more speech before we give Judy the floor to totally make a cry puddle of herself? Let’s hear it from the mammal dearest to her heart? Nick?”

Nick had detached himself from his butt cart and slowly walked over to where Ben handed him a microphone...

“If everyone expected me to sing a love song? You’re out of luck.” Nick said as he gestured to his wife. “I couldn’t compose one eloquent enough to grace this vision of beauty.”

“You all know or most of you do that before I became a cop...I was a street hustler. In fact the first time I met my wife? I hustled twenty bucks from her for one of my favorite schemes.” Nick reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a twenty zoo buck. “Never paid you back Carrots....sorry about that.” Nick placed the twenty in front of Judy and everyone laughed and awed. “You will all also be happy to know that I concluded some overdue payments to the Internal Mammal Revenue Service...these clearly explained to me by my future wife when by skills I thought a bunny couldn’t possess? She hustled me back to the tune of....well she probably wants me to shut up to avoid self incrimination.”

Everyone laughed.

   “My most favorite memory about my wife is wet cement....I tricked her into walking into wet cement by distracting her with an insult.”You can only be who you are....I’m a sly fox and you’re a dumb bunny.” To which Judy replied. “I’m not a dumb bunny.” to which I pointed out to her? “Right? And that’s not wet cement you’re standing in?” Then I said to her...”You will NEVER be a real cop.” Well if you know me then you also know I love to shoot my own foot off don’t I?”

    Nick knelt down before Judy...”I never get tired of saying this....I’m sorry for being so stupid about you Carrots. You are a real Cop. You’re a really great cop, a really great wife and a really great and loving mother.”

    Judy started to sob as she gently kissed Nick’s lips....”I love you.” She said softly.

    Nick stood up....”You see that? How or why does a flea bag fox like me get this lucky huh? She hustled me! Fox....bunny.....oil and water is not supposed to mix and trust me, when I first came to her family and announced I got Judy pregnant? Yipe! The pitchforks and flame throwers came out big time. But somehow we’ve stayed together for almost twenty five years and we both have a dynamite kid who’s about to get married himself...why should I be so blessed a fox?”

     Nick stopped to think. “There’s a lot that can be said for my wife....I think most of you remember that we took quite a nasty spill years back in one of the old Mark 3 cruisers during a chase...those cruisers were notorious for wiping out in sharp turns right? We all agree on that.”

Many of the older officers nodded and agreed.

    Now..... I am not making any assumptions about my wife’s aggressive DNA being the cause of the tip over but...her crazy pit maneuver did put the perp behind bars right? One thing about Judy? She doesn’t stop until the bad mammal stops...even if it trashes “Trunky’s soda jerk”...which the crash....sort of did. Not that the building collapsing didn’t contribute to all the damage.”

     “Short of the story...the wife and I were pretty messed up. Judy’s got a gazillion broken bones, I’m in a coma. The doctors didn’t know if I’d make it because I was so screwed up....”

      Nick paused and pointed at Jackson. “My kid....my son...he visits the hospital every other day while I’m knocked out and he grooms my tail and talks to me. He knew how important my tail is to me. He didn’t get empathy from me, that’s for sure....I’m known for having armored fur and not showing a lot of emotion from time to time but my Jackson could only get his deep reserve of empathy from his mother....I didn’t know just how much she cared about me until I woke up.”

      Nick pointed to Judy....”This bunny....this.....this love crazy bunny....both her legs are broken. She had three cracked ribs...two cracked vertebra...she hurts like hell. This.....”

       Nick paused....”Ah hem....”

      “This.......this bunny.....she left her hospital bed in our room every night. She crawled and pulled herself across the floor with both her legs broken in casts.....she pulled herself onto my bed....to.....to.....”

       Nick began to sob hard.....

      “To snuggle with me!” Nick yelped as he lost it.....”With me! Every night she did this for all the time I was just barely hanging on!...(Nick crying)......I.....I am the luckiest most blessed fox in the whole world! (Nick crying) I don’t deserve you Judy! I have never deserved you! I’ve struggled every day to be worthy of the gift I was given all those years ago....you Judy!.....You....I love you....I love you and I’ll never stop loving you to my dying day my love.....”

       Jackson just sat back, feeling Darla holding him by the paw to keep him from getting up. This was his parents moment as he watched Judy wrap herself around his father and cried with him...It brought the house down in emotional cheering.

      Jackson wiped his eyes...”And he says he’s the lucky one?”

The Mystic Spring Oasis
September 5 2040
6:30pm

     Simon was still lying on the bed, his paws slowly rubbing over the wetness between his legs as he watched Theodore come out from the bathroom with a towel over his head....

     “The shower’s open?” The plump chipmunk said as he grabbed his underwear then stopped to sit on the bed...”You ok? Did I steal your spine or what?”

      “I’m still dreaming I think.” Simon said as he felt around for his eye glasses which Theodore slowly slipped over his brother’s face...

     “You look cuter with them on.” Theodore said as he knelt down and lusciously kissed his brother’s lips. “Did I please you?” He asked softly.

      “Please me?” Simon replied. “I’m still in orbit.” He sat up and rubbed his chin on his shoulder. “Hypothesis proved....” Simon said with a soft coo...”When it comes to gay sex? You’re a first rate master.”

       Theodore flopped backwards into Simon’s lap. “Much better than “fluck it and leave it Ralph” Alvin. Too bad we can’t stay the whole night...don’t want to “Jilt” the moron do we?”

      “No...” Simon replied. “And you do need to keep your emotions curbed Theodore. I see what you so want to do to Alvin but you’ll endanger everything we’ve worked so hard to build for ourselves. I know he can be a difficult little prick from time to time but I’m begging you to have just a little bit of empathy for him and not lose your patience.”

      “That’s a hard thing to ask Simon.” Theodore replied. “He treats you like snit. He always making stupid remarks and acts like a smug know-it-all prick. Sure he’s a genius with music but so clueless and annoying with everything else. And he doesn’t know anything about love! He looks at you like his fricken cum dumpster! I am soooooo tired of his childish garbage and his condescending talk in my face. I’m “this close" with it Simon, I’m not going to stay quiet while he keeps being a jerk-in-stein rodent!”

      Simon sighed as he stood up from the bed....”Theo? Don’t push me to turn on both of you and call a “hands off” and I’ll do it no matter how wonderful you make me feel or how deeply I care about you. I’m not going to let you two use me as a tug-a-war rope to endanger our success, I’m serious Theo.”

      Theodore sighed. “So you’re blaming me?”

      “I’m not blaming you?!” Simon gestured. “I’m just saying that you can’t allow Alvin’s behavior to force your paw? I want to love you all day? If we could? We’d run off together and spend years making each other happy but right now we just can’t go that way and leave Alvin hanging....I’m just asking you for patience and understanding...Please give me that?”

     Theodore reached out with a paw, cupped Simon’s chin and slowly kissed him...”Alright. You better shower so we can get back. Moron’s probably humped every pillow by now and they’re all covered in sticky snit for sure.”

Flock-n-Berries Seafood
Coyote Canyons, Sahara Square
September 5 2040
6:30pm

      Alvin and Brittany sat out on the veranda of the Restaurant eating from a seafood plate and sipping their soda’s, a brief “de-taunt” in their shared rivalry against each other as musical artists. And true to his word....Alvin didn’t gloat over the misfortune of Brittany’s festival gamble gone sour....

     “So Simon and Theodore dissed you?” Brittany asked.

      “Not exactly.” Alvin replied pouting. “Simon scolded me for “lack of interest” in my home school studies so he made me work on them while taking Theodore shopping. Guess he wants me to feel bad and “jilted” for not being included.”

      “We have to finish school Alvin.” Brittany said. “Even though Jeanette’s lesson plans are about as “lame-oh” as watching slugs having sex.”

       Alvin munk chuckled...”Ain’t that the truth! But seriously? Why do we need to go to school when we’re so great at making songs and recordings?! We’re up and coming stars, who needs all those stupid books and lessons? But you know Simon? He’s always mister “I know everything and everything I teach you can be tied to our part in the music industry. You know what I say? “Snore” bull snit “Snore” lame “Snore” nerd....”

       “We’re not that far apart are we Alvin?” Brittany asked. “Except you’re a meat head male who refuses to admit his short comings.”

       “And you’re a stuck up female Chipmunk who refuses to accept any helpful suggestions for improvement.” Alvin replied.

        “And you wear female “Chip-a-roos”?” Brittany snorted.

         “Will you ever find make up that doesn’t make you look like Tammy Fae Barker?” Alvin snickered. “And why did you do such a crazy thing as having a dressed up male munk, who by the way looked convincingly cute, play you in our rap duel?”

         “Didn’t I explain all of that to you?” Brittany huffed. “You have a very short attention span Alvin...it’s a wonder you can finish a song with all that A.D.D. going on in your head?”

          Alvin sat back in his chair and gestured. “I “could” teach you how to rap if you’re willing to tolerate me?”

         “Oh sure you are Alvin Seville?” Brittany snorted back. “And it has to involve some kind of pay back I’m sure....you fur-vert.”

          “What?!” Alvin yelped. “You accuse me of wanting something back for offering a little tutoring to help your career?! You know me better than that Brittany Miller!” Alvin jumped off his chair and started to stomp away...

         “Wait! Alvin stop!” Brittany followed after him.

        “Why stop after you so deeply insulted me?” Alvin yelped. “I offer you a little help, my rival? and YOU call me a furvert?!”

         Brittany smirked. “Well? There is the matter of the “Chip-a-roos” you know?”

        Alvin, with no shame, pulled up his sweater to show off his underwear. “Tighty whites Brittany! See?!” Alvin dropped his sweater. “I’m leaving! And I thought perhaps we could have a nice conversation without a put down, boy was I stupid.”

        Brittany ran to cut Alvin off....”Alvin? I’m sorry. Really I am so sorry. I admit it...you are better at me at some things just like I’m better than you at most things...”

        “Another slap in the puss? Sheesh...batting a thousand there Brits.” Alvin said as he crossed his arms and looked away.

       “Please Alvin? Teach me how to sling a rap? You’re the best at it...I’m very sorry I insulted you, I swear I am.” Brittany begged.

       Alvin looked at her...”Oh....ok.....just because we have Gazelle’s big concert coming up and we’re supposed to perform in the spirit of Mammal love and peace...I will teach you without expecting anything....unless you feel obligated.”

       Brittany blushed and hugged Alvin...”Oh thanks Alvin! You’re not so bad...just confusing.”

       Alvin quietly snickered to himself...”Check mate.”

Home of the Gray Family
Rainforest District
September 5 2040
6:30pm

        Alex sat next to his father in his study and looked at some of the on-line openings for apartments in the city...

        “Could I have one for two if I want a room mate to share the cost Dad?” Alex asked.

        “You have a room mate yet?” The bigger wolf asked.

        “I have a class mate who’s in the same boat?” Alex replied as he reached into his shirt pocket. “Name’s Darian Brownbark. He said he was looking for an apartment because he’s on fast track to go to college next year.”

         Gordon looked at the paper then at Alex. “Is he gay?”

         “What?” Alex replied. “Really Dad?!”

         “Alex?” Gordon asked. “Just a question I can’t avoid asking.”

         “No...he’s not “gay” Dad...damn. What the fluck?” Alex huffed. “What? You think my going out with Tina’s a sham Dad?”

         “You know very well I might ask the question Alex?” Gordon said as he waved a paw. “To be honest? If you’d said Tina wanted to share the room? I wouldn’t protest it as long as you assured me you’d be on your best behavior.”

         Alex crossed his arms. “So I simply said I had a male room mate in mind and “bing” I’m a faggot but Tina’s just fine with you?” Alex snorted and growled, obviously upset.

        Gordon sighed....”Son?....Having to deal with the thought of things between you and Will....having to keep it from your mother.....sigh... Do you understand the worry and trouble that’s been caused? Ok....completely offensive question to ask yes but do you blame me?”

        Alex moped in his chair for a moment....“No...I guess you have a right.“ Alex said. ”Dad? I have to be honest with you....I....that number’s a fake. Tina asked me if I wanted a room mate and she’s going to ask her parents if she can move out. I thought....you and Mom would blow a steam pipe if I told you the truth.”

        Gordon sighed....”Well?....I can say I am relieved....though if she lies to her own parents, this thing could turn sour real quick. How to handle it? Perhaps you could call Tina and tell her I want to speak to her father?”

        “Well....” Alex replied. “He did say he likes me very much and that I’m more adult than my age. Besides being a gorgeous stud.”

         “Don’t let your pedigree DNA go to your brain kid?” Gordon yelped as he thumped a big paw finger off his son’s head. “All the rules still apply and you’ll have a two bed room  apartment....two bedrooms.....is that clear Alex?”

         “Yes Sir.” Alex replied with a paw salute. “I’ll wear a chastity belt and a butt plug, I promise!”

         Gordon shook his head. “You sick little puppy. Now? About finding a job? For you right now? A service industry job would work out fine until you join the Marines. Did your brother ever cover that in home schooling besides other things?”

        Alex snorted. “What do you mean by “other things” Dad?”

        “Alex?” Gordon replied.

        “You kinda put emphasis on the “Other things” So I’m asking what you meant?” Alex huffed.

        “Not “those” things Alex.” Gordon huffed back. “Stop bringing that part up?”
  
       “Then you stop making a big deal out of it?” Alex said pursing his lips. “And yeah Dad, Will did teach me about behavior at a job interview. How not to slouch, how to look right at the interviewer. How to smile. how to reply to questions and all that while he was “porking” my tail hole.”

       “Alex! Shush!” Gordon yelped as he waved his paws.

       “Oh the gawdess of Luna Dad.” Alex said waving his paw. “Mom’s in the basement washing clothes, she can’t hear snit. Damn....I spent so much time getting Will to let things go and now here you are badgering me over the gender of a room mate......Dad? Back....off! I am NOT gay! I want to be a Marine, I am focused on being a Marine, I have my eyes and teeth set on being a Marine...a cute male wolf is the absolute last thing on my list....drop.....it.....Dad!”

      Gordon nodded....”Alright....alright....do you want me to talk to Tina’s father?”

      “Yes....please?” Alex asked. “I promise Dad, I promise nothing will happen between me and Tina. I will be on my best behavior....not that it will help me if she goes into heat, drugs my food and rapes me silly?”

     “Alex? Please? Please show me you can be responsible?” Gordon asked.

      “I can be a hundred percent trustworthy Dad, I swear ok?” Alex replied with his paws out. “Can I please rent a two mammal apartment?”

       Gordon sighed....”Oh.....this is another thing I have to hide from your mother.”

        “Tell her the truth Dad?” Alex replied smiling. “Tell her I’m a tranny and I met a wonderful kangaroo, like father like son huh Dad?”

      Gordon growled. “Just! Just pick an apartment and get out of here before I really blow a gasket you little wise ass!”

Home of Mayor Leo
Downtown Zootopia
September 5 2040
6:30pm

      Caesar paced around his study examining the notes and documents compiled by both Bagherra and Rheana during their clandestine violation of the national laws. Tomorrow he would call in Admiral DonCarnage, Marine Force Commandant Block and Secretary of State Baloo to demand they all resign for having knowledge and approval of the secret spying program. Good or not, the law had to be appeased, there was nothing to defend nor justify what had been allowed. Even handling the information for Caesar was a risk yet he couldn’t just order it all destroyed, not before he had at least a good mind full of what the contents displayed...

       “The Kzinti Navy is more technically and professionally equipped than we’ve long suspected. Some ships of larger caliber and class have been expertively hidden from us. The largest ship observed at sea appears to boast nine turreted rifles of enormous caliber backed by receding guns of lesser but very potent calibers. The only advantages we possess at this time to counter such a fleet are our airborne drones and drone attack submarines. Weapon for weapon our surface navy at present can barely match what the Kzinti possess.”

        “Kzinti Marine amphibious assault practice observed. Troops backed by expert and accurately coordinated naval gunfire on an “opposed” beach manned by “condemned criminals” tied to poles. Numerous prey mammals of various species and sizes were bayoneted, shot or beheaded by swords as troops swarmed over and crossed the opposing beach. The Kzinti are extremely swift in the assault, some look to sacrifice themselves without thought so that their fellows following behind them can exploit openings and swarm over targets.”

         “Kzinti artillery is big and dangerous, their main field piece is called a “Chuff-Krupp 88“ a high velocity, long barreled field weapon used to support troops and if need be? To destroy armor. No vehicles in our current inventory could resist one shot penetrations from these guns.”

         “The expanse of Kzinti held territory other than the home Islands is vast and consists mainly of archipelago and large single island territories. One archipelago is called “Cumbrio Surakai” and seems populated by rabbits, beavers, otters and other Mustaloid species. One observation noted hundreds of cages being loaded aboard a transport ship for purposes unknown. One lethal execution of twenty rabbits by beheading was observed with island residents gathered under Kzinti with rifles to watch. Translation of language stated that these were “Enemies of the state” being put to death for “Crimes of perversion thought.”

         “Samples of Kzinti anti-Zootopia propaganda call Zootopia a sickening perversion of nature. That Zootopia’s mixing of predator and prey species has produced a society of mentally perverted and dangerous hybrid defects. That Zootopia is a cancerous lesion who’s twisted ideas of inter-species breeding and co-habitation between predator and prey will lead to the ruination of planetary life. Zootopia is a vile threat to the survival of Kzin, the Imperial edict and the laws of heaven. The only answer to be offered this sick cancerous lesion should be a scalpel and a bonfire. All of its inhabitants are perverse and need to be exterminated less their wicked and lethal ideas spread an corrupt the purity of the Kzinti way of life.”

        Caesar dropped the papers on his desk and sat on the edge rubbing his snoot. Everything he had read and looked over seemed to confirm his deepest and most terrible fears. Not only was peace no longer even a wisp of wind.....time now seemed to be quickly fleeting for Zootopia to even be ready for what might be unleashed upon it. Larger ships?  bigger guns? The Kzinti were not simply “war like” as much as they were “war primed”.

         What of the reports of what the Kzinti were doing to sentient prey mammals? Like Kzin... Zootopia did have those “un-evolved dummies” who populated the vast northern part of the continent where predators were allowed to hunt and slay them under very strict guide lines. Even the many prey species of Zootopia who were sentient understood that you could never completely deny Zootopia’s predators their DNA traits and approved of the allowed merciful hunts so long as they had strict rules. But the Kzinti viewed all prey mammals as “lower order beasts” to be used and abused because that’s what “Nature” intended as unchangeable writ.

       How would the rabbits of Bunny Borough or Aden react if the stories of sentient rabbits being hunted for sport by the Kzinti came out to be true? How would they overlook the reports describing huge “rape farms” where doe rabbits as young as kittens were being force-ably impregnated to give birth over and over again till they died while their new born broods were slaughtered before their eyes or that sentient rabbits were being tied to poles to be used for bayonet practice by Kzin soldiers? How would he or the government stand up to the cries for liberation, vengeance, or blood from their own rabbit population?

         The Kzinti were puritanical predators. Real honest to gawd predators who lived as Zootopia’s predators had once lived and being a “self-sealed” and autonomous island nation....what right would Zootopia have to dictate to them how to live? Yet by all evidence....the Kzinti were stoking themselves up both with military power and propaganda to do just what their propaganda proclaimed they had to do. And not just to “change” Zootopia but to eradicate it of every Predator and Pray mammal no matter what their species or thought. All Zootopians were sick, perverted hybrid filth to the Kzinti and all of them had to die!

        Caesar flopped down in his study chair at his desk, threw his glasses off and sat riding an emotional roller coaster of choices...all of them bad or worse with no good outcome in his favor let alone the Mammals he presided over as Mayor. He didn’t notice Kimba standing before the desk with a beer in his paws until he looked up...

        “Dad?” Kimba said. “I brought you a drink. Mom said you were probably getting a splitting head ache by now?”

          Caesar straitened up, took a deep breath and reached to accept the beer...”Thank you Son. I’m lucky to have such a bright and caring cub.”

           Kimba caught the hint of his dad’s exhaustion and sat on the corner of the desk...”Dad? Are you alright? If you don’t get bothered by me saying this? You really look like worser snit than usual.”

           “Very perceptive Kimba.” Caesar said with exhaustion on his lips as he looked at his beer. He and Pansha had put their hopes into a bright future for their son and daughter. Kimba would be the up and coming “heir apparent” though Caesar saw the cub taking a different path than his younger sister, she would obviously turn out the more ambitious of the pair. Perhaps a leading college professor? No....city counsel for sure. But all the dreams were looking fleeting when stacked up against the reality. They both “could be” in college over the next seven years...if Zootopia had even three given what Caesar had just read...

        Kimba cocked his head to the side....”Dad? Are you trying to avoid me or what?”

       “Huh?” Caesar replied with a shock.

       “I just asked how your beer was?” Kimba huffed. “Something is really chewing your tail up isn’t it?”

        Caesar started to clean up the mess of papers on his desk...”Oh? No...no, no, no Son....you know me? Always busy with everything about the universe right? You know? Tomorrow we have Judy Wilde Day. We have Gazelle’s bid performance coming up. The Kzini have me pondering. The budget. The cabinet re-alignment...the usual things Kimba. I’m just balancing so much these days.”

        Kimba crossed his arms and snorted. “Yeah right. Dad? When are you going to stop being such a practiced bull snit artist? Something is really chewing on your rump? I brought you a beer and I have two ears and I love my Dad so...sling it my way?”

       “Sigh....the one thing I never give you enough credit for Kimba is your ability to perceive.” Caesar said as he slackened in his chair. “There is great trouble Son...very great trouble. I don’t think.....I don’t think.....I don’t think I can handle it. I don’t know how to.”

         Kimba leaned over the desk...”It’s the Kzinti...isn’t it? We’re definably going to war? You can’t stop it can you?”

         Caesar sighed....”Short of calling for a preemptive strike or negotiating an intolerable truce which would be worse than a surrender....what can I do son? I’ve tried so hard to give you and your generation a world you could build upon and it feels like we’re on the verge of losing everything we hold dear. I may leave you all nothing but a smoking pile of rubble.”

       Kimba tapped his paw fingers on the desk...”There’s always a letter?”

       Caesar looked up...”A letter?”

      Kimba replied. “Yeah....write a letter to the Emperor of Kzin? Speak to him from your heart Dad? As a father? As a leader? Dad...what have you got to lose? Even if the letter never gets through and he never reads it? At least you can show you tried every last thing you had.”

      Kimba stood up and clenched his paws...”And don’t put off being at or canceling Judy’s Day or Gazelle’s concert. We’re Zootopians not cowards. And while we’re on the subject of using everything we have?”

       Kimba gestured to the study door. “You can come in now?” He said. Kawam-ura and Morty came through the door and bowed as they stood at the desk...

       “Mayor Leo?” Kawam-ura said in Zootopian. “I wish to request that I be allowed to speak to my country during Gazelle’s concert and that the citizens of Zootopia be allowed to know I am among them at last.”

        Caesar rubbed his maw slowly....”My dear friend? You might very well be the spark that sets everything off. The risk is much too great.”

        “The course of things is inescapable now.” Kawam-ura replied. “I have spoken a lot with Miss Rheana....I know what you already know. I hardly doubt my appearance will alter any sparks because the spark has already been struck. As your cub so aptly put it? We must use every last thing....for at least we didn’t leave anything not tried. That’s what should be important to the next generation...don’t you agree?”

        Caesar took a moment to consider then placed his paws in firm resolve on the desk. “So be it...what else do we have to lose. I will call Gazelle personally. And Son? I’ll set myself to drafting that letter....A son of mammals is about to pour his heart out to a Son of Gawd.”

Buckies restaurant
Downtown 
7pm
23 August 2040

       Benjamin Clawhauser tapped his wine glass and got everyone’s attention...”Now that it looks as if Judy got her composure back...which she will quickly lose again. It’s time for the guest of honor to say a few words.....Judy?”

       Jackson stood up clapping and cheering with Darla as his mother once again embraced his father with a loving hug and stood at the front of the room atop her table....”Spill it out Mom! WHOOOO! Best Bunny in all of Zootopia!”

        The crowd cheered in reply!

        “You?!” Judy replied with a shaking warning paw finger....”That’s my son Jackson and his future wife Darla!....how many times do mothers say this? It feels like only yesterday my son was pissing on my husband!”

         “Laughter” The crowded restaurant replied.

        “No really!...time to embarrass my son....and my husband....my son the little toddler devil pissed all over his father’s back....no kidding! Nick denied Jackson when he was two a baby carrot cookie so here came the revenge...up onto the couch...down went the diaper and out came the stream! The look on Nick’s face? Priceless! It’s a cute picture, I have the original, I’ll sell copies to augment my retirement pay and my social security benefits for anyone who wants one.”
  
         “Laughter” The crowded restaurant replied.

          “I still love you Mom!” Jackson yelped out.

          “You better or by Frith I’ll piss on you when your sleeping you little devil!” Judy replied. She waved her paws until the crowd settled down....

         “Wow....and really I mean wow....I thought that all I’d have is a quiet walk into retirement you know? The ceremony at the First Prinky? tonight at Buckies? That was what I expected. Tomorrow however? A little overwhelming for me. Honestly everyone...I don’t feel that big a deal. I suppose anyone might say that but I mean it which is why I begged Mayor Leo that before me? All our officers go first. All our officers, all the fire fighters, all the EMT’s...even the street sweepers and let’s face it? Those guys sweep up a ton of poop a day don’t they? I mean...how can you pack a herd of wilder-beast these days into a small “port a johnny” when they absolutely have to go in unison right?”

          “Laughter” The crowded restaurant replied.

         “When I was a little kitten in Bunny borough...I wanted to be a police officer. I breathed the color blue. I wore a police costume everywhere I went. I didn’t play with dolls unless I was throwing them to the ground and slapping plastic cuffs on them. I wanted to make the world a better place and the way I saw to do that? Was to become a cop. I didn’t want to be “super cop” I didn’t want to be the “top cop” I didn’t want to be “The Cop”....I just wanted to be “a cop” because to me? Every cop is a super cop from the smallest mouse to the biggest rhino. Didn’t matter how many awards I was given, how many tickets I wrote, how many wrists I slapped cuffs on or anything I did that put an article in the paper or put my bunny toothed puss on TV....I just wanted to be a police officer and in my own way...make the world a better place.”

          “To be honest with all of you?” Judy continued. “I don’t deserve tomorrow. I’m not special. I’m one mammal who believed in her heart that she could make a difference. Some are saying I made a huge difference. Others are saying I made no difference. But it’s not about me, I could not have made any difference for our city unless I had help, unless I had a sea of blue, a family of badges, the best, the brightest and the baddest mammals on the streets. But you were all mammals with the biggest most loving hearts on the streets and from my time as a rookie bunny to the last day as your Chief of Police....it wasn’t me that made Zootopia a better place...it was all your hearts that did that. Which is why I just don’t deserve a day dedicated to me tomorrow.”

        The crowd cheered loudly otherwise...Judy continued.

        “My most wonderful memories? The ones that will follow me the rest of my life, will not only be those made for me by the love of my life, my darling husband, my gorgeous fox...Nick and my loving son Jackson....but those given me by every snoot, every stomp, every growl, every bleat and every bark and howl of every member of the ZPD from the beat walker in Little Rodentia to the tree patrolman in Rain Forest. You all...are the real mammals who gave tooth and claw to what I always said every morning in the bull pen...”Make the world....a better place.” and surely each and every one of you did that for the great city of Zootopia. I wish for all of you every joy, every blessing and every gift you well deserve. It has been an honor and a privilege to wear the badge and serve with each of you. Take care of yourselves, your fellow officers and our wonderful city....I bid you all a loving and tearful farewell.”

Will and Gilly’s Apartment
Sahara Square
7:30pm
23 August 2040

      “Oooooooooooooooooooooooo.....” The soft pitched and long lasting howl in the darkness of the bedroom gave Gilly chills of delight as he sat with his eyes closed and wrapped up in the arms and big paws of his lover. The vibrations that radiated from Will’s chest through Gilly’s ears were as loving and warm a song as any music and caused the rabbit to thirst more for a close snuggle as he tried to bury himself into Will’s fur...

       “How do you feel?” Will asked as he ran his tongue over Gilly’s cheek then slowly into his mouth where their tongues danced over each other in joyous communion....

       “As safe as can be in the strong paws of my big wonderful wolf.” Gilly replied as he stood up and wrapped his arms around Will’s shoulders...”I can’t see losing any sleep with you singing like you do? Please Will? Again?”

        “The neighbors are going to start complaining over my howling.” Will replied. “You can hear all the wolves baying can’t you?”

         Gilly smiled warmly...”Fluck the neighbors. I’m not in love with them. I’m in love with you. Please?” The rabbit begged. “I think your howling is the most delicious and sensual noise I’ve ever heard.”

         “Delicious?” Will replied cocking his head. “That sounds weird.”

         “But it’s true!” Gilly yelped. “Please Will? Do it again?”

        Will stretched himself, gave out a big toothy yawn and then bumped out another long howl....”Ah roo roo rooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo........”

        Soon wolves for miles around were replying and once again Gilly sat with his eyes closed and listened intently at the multiple replies....”What do all these different howls mean? You’re all talking in a sort of code right?”

        Will replied...”Yes. I’m simply telling them that my boyfriend is a rabbit and right now he’s screaming himself silly from me raping him in the tail hole.”

        “Oh bull snit you said that?!” Gilly yelped.

        “No....obviously I didn’t” Will said smiling. “The howls really don’t have a code. Our ancestors lost the original meaning of howls centuries ago so we make up our own explanations that fit. I simply said with the last one that my lover is safe in my paws and I will never let him go.”

      Gilly hugged Will warmly...”I love how you put that. Are you still angry over the whole thing?”

      “Yes?” Will replied. “They beat the snit out of you. How dare they? They blackened one of your eyes....dirty tail holed pieces of rat snit.”

       Gilly softly played his paws over Will’s snoot as the wolf growled...”Now, now....why don’t we talk about you? I am so proud of how you’re leading the peace movement. Sheesh, You have Gazelle talking to you? Lucky dog.”

       “I’ll permit the “dog” once in your case.” Will said as he thumped Gilly off the chest. 

       “Oh? I’m....sorry.” Gilly replied as he held his paws to his chest. “I forgot how vile that word is to wolves.”

        “Just for that....rabbit.....I’m going to EAT YOU!” Will yelped as he grabbed up his lover, threw Gilly on his back and “toothed” him all over with his sopping wet maw! “Yum! Yum! Yum! Rabbit is so tasty!” Will barked!

         Gilly laughed and slapped over Will’s head....”NO! (Laughing) Please don’t eat me! (laughing) Stop!” The bunny giggled until the feeling of a moist and rough tongue moving between his legs made him gasp....”Mmmmmmmm Will.....mmmmmm.....” Gilly spread his legs wide and gripped his pillow behind his head as his lover worked him over below...”Yesssssss.”

        Will looked up...”If anything I do upsets you given what they did to you? Let me know and I’ll quit ok?”

        “The fluck you’ll quit!” Gilly snapped back. “Eat me up you vicious canid! Stop and I might....huh! Oh Will.....mmmmmmmm.......”

The mansion of Don Sunny Lanzoni
aka The Notorious Little Big.
Tundra Town
8pm
23 August 2040

      To be beaten by his fellow polar bears was disgrace. To be shaved completely of all his white fur and thrown before the Don naked and in chains was worse than disgrace...

      Santoni lay on his side in the study trying not to spit his blood from his injured mouth as Tall Pauley placed the Don on the desk top. The injured and disgraced Polar Bear pine’d his head up in pitiful supplication...

     “Perdona la mia trasgressione, mio ​​amato Don Lanzoni? Pietà di me ti prego?”

     “Forgive my transgression my beloved Don Lanzoni? Mercy upon me I beg you?”

      Sunny Lanzoni screamed out....

   “Silenzio idiota ingiustificabile!”
     “Silence you inexcusable moron!”

     The shrew paced about the desk top....”Your job was to make sure no one tampered with my car. That’s all you had to do Satonio. It wasn’t complicated, there weren’t any “steps” you had to remember to follow. Yet you decided you needed to leave the car and piss...yourself and your need for privacy over our lives...my life....your life....Tall Pauley.....Raymond.....Kevin....You go take a private piss and “BOOM!” we all go to hell huh?”

      Satoni moaned....”I’m sorry Don Lanzoni....I’m sorry.....”

      “Yeah.” Sunny replied. “You’re gonna know what your sorry gets you.” The shrew waved a paw at Pauley. “Ice the Skootch” (skootch = dumb ass)

       Satoni screamed and fought as Kevin and Raymond jerked him up off the floor and Pauley pulled back the cover to the cold water ice tank! “NO! PLEASE! NO! PAULEY FOR GAWD’S SAKE! MERCY!”

      Kevin and Raymond pitched the bound hairless snow bruin into the water and watched as he struggled as he sank to the bottom. Without his protective coat of white fur in the sub-freezing water...Satoni soon ceased moving....

     The Shrew-father waved a paw at Raymond....”Ray? Get him out.”

      Raymond, already dressed in a pair of swim trunks, dove into the tank and pulled Satoni out and onto the study floor where he lay coughing, shivering and whimpering until Pauley snatched him by his ear, pulled his head up and pressed the end of a 1911 Colt into his temple....

     “No!......oh please Pauley?......please?.....I’m sorry......I’m sorry....please!?” Santoni whimpered.

     “You fluck up again jamook?” Pauley warned. “Next time you’ll be wearing a plastic bag as part of the spring cleaning, you read me mortadella?”

      “Yes Pauley! Yes!” Santoni cried.

      Sunny waved a paw....”Kevin? Get him out of here and clean him up. Never say your Shrew-Father has no heart Santoni? But correction is correction and you will do well to remember this night and not screw up on me again. You got me?” Sunny said as he watched Santoni dragged from the study. Sunny then returned to his father’s chair, sat down and lit a cigar from a taste of dramatics...

      “Pauley?” Sunny asked. “Where’s the Gabagoolia?” (Gabagoolia = dumb ass moron rookie hitter who flucks up “a hit”)

      Pauley walked over to a table where a small steel box with a pad lock sat. He undid the lock, brought the box over to the desk and shook the contents out! A young rat named “Benji Benginoa” who’d obviously been “trap slapped” (Trap slap is Shrew Mafia slang for a beat down) hit the desk hard on his stomach and lay coughing up blood as Sunny smoked his cigar...

      “So?” Sunny said as he looked at his paw claws. “You’re the one who thought it was a good idea to “hot box” my fricken limo huh? You sure are Ooobatso (Ooobats = crazy) you stupid fricken rat. Now look at you? Dripping your black death infested blood all over my nice clean desk you? I don’t suppose you have an explanation for your stupidity eh? Who the fluck put you up to this bozoni?” (Bozo = clown)

       “I had no choice Shrew-father.” The rat said as he painfully moved to his hands and knees. “I don’t know who sent these goons to my home. They said that if I failed to wire your car? They would kill my wife and children!” Benji said tearfully.

      Sunny waved a paw around...”I can understand your plight. A husband and father should always look after their family. Yet you could have come to me quickly? You could have contacted me by some way? I would have gone hell and high water to protect your family and put these snit stains in an appropriate sized match box. Yet you chose to “hot box” my car and avoid my trust and friendship in your desperate hour?”

     “I had no choice Shrew-father!” Benji yelped. “I plead for your mercy and forgiveness! I was afraid and not in my right mind!”

     “Spare me your bull snit.” Sunny replied. “You had an option because your family was still in your house untouched....that is....they “were” in your house.” Sunny gestured. “Pauley?”

     Tall Pauley moved to another table where something sat covered in a sheet. He carried it to the desk and whipped off the sheet to show Benji’s wife and his three children in a bird cage!

      “Sometimes my very unfortunate rat?” Sunny said with his face scowled in anger. “Lessons must be very painful...”

      “NO!” Benji yelped as he threw himself at Sunny’s feet. “NO SHREW-FATHER! PLEASE! NOT THEM! KILL ME BUT PLEASE!? MY CHILDREN!”

      “Beh....” Sunny dismissed the pleading rat with cruelty...”Let your tears forever remind you that what transpires is your blame and yours alone. You’re having to live shall be punishment...”

       Sunny motioned to Pauley...”Ice the vermin.”

       Pauley simply pitched the cage of screaming rats into the ice water tank and pulled the floor cover over it...

      “YOU LITTLE BALL OF SNIT SNOW RAT!” Benji went mad and whipped a taped shank from between his legs determined to kill the Arctic shrew! He didn’t get a step off before....

“SLAM!”

       Taill Pauley’s huge paw came down with brutal crushing force! The only thing of Benji to be seen was his still quivering paw sticking out from the Bruin’s massive paw with the shank still tightly held...

      Sunny slipped off his chair and took a moment to watch the hand slowly stop moving...”What? The hell Pauley?” Sunny said with a gesture. “What the fluck is this? You couldn’t just swipe the Quizoni (Quizoni = messed up pasta) off the desk? Do you know how expensive this desk is? It’s made of prized cherry wood....what the fluck? Now it’s got mess all over it, Gawd damn it Pauley. This is comin out of “your” allowance you hear me? Better yet? Fluck your next allowance. Gawd damn Pauley, at least show you have common sense in like fifty percent of the business acumen you know?”

      Pauley replied. “You haven’t even thanked me for dis-arming the “hot box” my Don?”

      “Ok...thank you Pauley but seriously? You flucked up a nice desk. Next time? Swipe the Kenootch, don’t pound him to flucken Panda-ville you know?” Sunny continued to complain and paw gesture as he walked to his miniature desk at the end of the big desk top. “Do me a favor? Clean that mess up and bring me a spritzer? But eh....wash your paws first ok? That’s another thing I have to keep harping about with you, I never see you wash your hands you dirty bear. Who knows where your paws have been....”

Nick and Judy’s House
Downtown
10pm
23 August 2040

     Nick turned to Jackson and Darla as he and Judy came up to their front door. “You two want to stay the night?”

     “We would Dad but we need to get home.” Jackson said with a gesture of his paw. “Wow? Didn’t that sound funny?”

     Jackson looked at his mother...”You really deserved tonight Mom. I hope you enjoyed it?”

     “I’m riding the emotion coaster.” Judy replied. “Just so much to take in you know? Maybe you two should go ahead? If you stay here? You won’t get any sleep.”

    Jackson gave Judy a tender kiss on her forehead. “You’ll sleep ok Mom. I’m sure Dad will make sure of that? I love you Mom.”

    Judy patted Jackson’s chest. “Get out of here you two before I lose it again.” She said smiling. Nick and her still stood on the porch as they watched Jackson and Darla drive off...

     “You?.....want to see if I can do Predator and Pray better with a butt cart?” Nick snickered in Judy’s ear. 

      “Pfft! you!” Judy replied as she slapped a paw off Nick’s stomach. “How about this? How about you get in bed? I’ll work my paw claws around and we’ll see where that takes us?”

       “Or?” Nick said with a paw gesture. “Let’s just go to bed? I’ll cook you a wonderful breakfast in the morning and if something happens by accident we’ll be pleasantly surprised?”

       “Option three sounds better.” Judy said as kissed Nick on the nose.

End of Chapter 37