Zootopia      chipmunks  American tail

the crew
“Counter screw da screw”
By Dan
(Teen/cub, violence, snuff, rape, gay relationship, gay sex)

Fievel and Tony Toponi (c) American Tail series by Don Bluth
Alvin and the Chipmunks the 1980‘s cartoon series (c)
Zootopia (c) Walt Disney Productions
Mickey Mouse (c) Walt Disney Productions
Pixy and Dixy Mouse and Jinx the Cat (c) Hanna Barberra productions

Zootopia Grand Train Station
Downtown City Center
Lunch hour rush 12pm
July 13

      “THIEF! THEIF! I’VE BEEN ROBBED! HELP!” A mouse in a business suit screamed out as he pointed to another taller light brown colored mouse with a black thick hair tuft dressed in black pants, a red and blue jacket and a brown shirt...

      “I DIDN’T TAKE NOTHIN!” The taller mouse yelped!

     “YOU DAMNED LIAR! HELP! POLICE!” The business mouse screamed out but as he turned to look at the one he was accusing...that mouse was running!

     “SOMEONE STOP HIM!” The business mouse screamed and soon two track police officers were giving chase!

    “HALT! HALT! ZOOTOPIA POLICE! HALT!” The two mouse officers dressed in tactical gear yelled as they pulled their stun dart guns. They rounded a corner and suddenly slipped on some tiny ball bearings scattered across the floor of the terminal!

    “OH SNIT! MY NEPHEW’S MARBLES! I’M SORRY OFFICERS!” The tall mouse yelped as he slid to a stop near the large protective fence that surrounded the rodent portion of the Grand Mammalian Terminal in Downtown Zootopia. All around there were signs clearly saying....

    WARNING: PROTECTIVE SAFETY BARRIER FOR SMALL RODENTS. YOU STEP BEYOND THIS POINT AT YOUR OWN RISK!

    No hesitation....the tall mouse was through the bars and into the main terminal where all the larger mammals made their way to and from their trains, a very hazardous place for a mouse to be treading as he made his way from under benches, around decorative flower pots, under the stools at a juice stand and just managed not to get stomped to death by a passing elephant!

    The main doors of the terminal looked like they were twenty miles away and they might as well be for a mouse but he felt sure enough that he was beyond the chaos back in the rodent section.....

     That was until he got a very unhappy tug on his tail and found himself going sky wards....”HEY! WHAT GIVES! WHO’S JERKIN MY TAIL?!” The mouse screeched as he kicked and dangled in the air...."HEY YOU....?”

     The mouse was turned about to come face to face....rather nose to nose....with a red English fox in a police uniform....”Well, well?” Nick Wilde said with a grin. “What do we have here?”

      “I dunno?!” The mouse replied. “What’s the meaning of you snatchin me up like this you big bush tailed bully?!”

      The mouse saw a rabbit in a police uniform walk up. “Hmmm....looks like our platform runner doesn’t it Nick?”

     “Hey Egg mailer?!” The mouse yelped. “Watch with the insults?!”

    “My my....testy little fellow aren’t you?” Nick asked. “So? What’s your name?”

    The mouse crossed his arms and turned his head. “Tony Topini...so what? You got a good reason for doing damage to my posterior when you jerked my tail there bushy butt? I got a mind to sue you for assault.”

    “You’re in no position to sue anyone you.” Judy replied. “You fled a crime in progress which makes you the likely suspect. I suggest...Mister Toponi....that if you want to get out of trouble? You do the right thing and hand over the wallet you might have stollen?”

     “How dare you accuse me of being a thief?!” Tony yelped back. “If you’re gonna arrest me? Then you better read me my Mammal-randa rights and give me my phone call to a lawyer you hear?!”

      Nick pulled a glass box with holes in the sides out of his uniform pants...”You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you, you have the right to a lawyer. If you can’t afford one? You’ll get one at your expense. There...short and simple. Now I think you need to cool it little guy.” Nick said as he dropped Tony into the box and snapped the lid shut.

     “I’M PRESSING CHARGES!” Tony screamed. “THIS IS UNLAWFUL INCARCERATION! I’M INNOCENT I TELLS YOU!”

     Nick held the box up and walked with Judy...”Sheesh....this kid for a mouse has a huge set of lungs.”

    “AND YOU’VE GOT A BENT NOSE AND BAD BREATH YOU BUSHY TAILED FREIDO!” Tony snapped before he sat on the floor of his box and sat grumbling to himself. “So? Where you takin me long ears?” Tony asked Judy.

    “We’re turning you over to the proper jurisdiction.” Judy replied. “Precinct Six, Fort Bronco.”

    “Oh no.....no no no no NO!....you take me to “First Prinky” right now sister! Fort Bronco? Those mice are no good! They have a bad rap for forcing confessions! Their jail stinks like mange! I’ll get severe agita! Please?! I didn’t do anything!”

    “I think you need to be quiet and not speak any more if you know what’s good for you Tony?” Nick said as he pulled out a handkerchief and draped it over the box. “Oh by the way Carrots? I got a call from Pauley and he would like to take Jackson for the weekend to spend time with Vincenzo.”

    “Oh that is so nice of him.” Judy replied. “Call Pauley back and say of course, Jackson will be so excited to spend time with his Godfather.”

    “I’m telling you Carrots? Our son is going to become the most cultured and successful mammal in all Zootopia...that is if Mister Big doesn’t turn him into a gangster first.”

    “He’d never do that Nick.” Judy replied as she and Nick stood at the big gate that was the only entry point into the rodent side of the terminal for larger mammals. A rodent police cruiser pulled up with two officers getting out of it. Officer Mickey Oswald (Micky Mouse) and detective Lou Ages watched as Nick opened the large gate and slowly placed the glass box before Mickey and Lou...

    “Tsk, tsk, tsk....Again Tony?” Mickey asked as he stood frowning. “You just finished your last probation and you just couldn’t wait huh?”

    “I didn’t do anything!” Tony yelped as he was turned around and “cuffed” “I swear Officer Mickey, I didn’t do anything! It was a bad place at a bad time!”

    “Well see how this goes downtown Tony.” Mickey said as he guided Tony into the back of his cruiser...

    “Hi Judy!” Mickey said as he waved up to Judy and Nick. “How’s the little one?”

    “Not so little Mickey.” Judy replied. “Are you and Minnie coming over this weekend? Jackson will be spending time with some of our friends so we’ll be doing an adult cook out for everyone at the house. Gideon Gray will be dropping some new test pies for sampling.”

     “Let me talk to Minnie and see if we’ll make it.” Mickey replied. “I’m sure she’ll say yes.” He waved Nick and Judy goodbye then climbed into his cruiser for the drive back to Fort Bronco Precinct in Little Rodentia.

     “Look....Tony?” Mickey asked. “If you know anything that will help you not get looked at as the prime suspect? You should say it.”

    “But Officer Mickey? I didn’t do it!” Tony yelped. “I mean my paws were inside my coat pockets the whole time! You’ll see it on the camera feeds, would I really be stupid enough to get “pinched” just after “probie?”

     “Guess we’ll have to see the security camera feeds won’t we?” Mickey replied as he drove his cruiser along the specially designed roads and tube-ways made for the rodents as he drove through Downtown towards Little Rodentia.

      In the other front seat, Inspector Ages was looking at Tony’s juvenile rap sheet...”You’re a busy little guy there Tony.” Ages said. “Wow...breaking and entering at seven years old?”

     “Hmph!” Tony snorted. “Didn’t break anything. A bully took my favorite toy ball and I got it back.”

     Ages chuckled...”And you happened to take about two-grand Zoo bucks, a gold watch, A pawtendo game system? They were yours too I guess?”

    Tony puckered his lips. “I ain’t saying anything any more till I get my phone call and my lawyer. So you two can drought it.”   

ZPD Precinct Six “Fort Bronco"
Downtown Little Rodentia
1:17pm
July 13

     What police precinct is ever not busy? As Mickey walked Tony in front of him in paw cuffs, the station was bustling with officers, detectives and civilians running around the floor or working at desks processing other rodents or working on various issues. Mickey guided Tony through the front and into a holding room...

    “Ok Tony, you know what the drill is so don’t play dumb?” Mickey said as he stood with his arms folded. “Come on Tony?”

    “Oh for the love of Cheese Whiz Officer Mickey...I’m not strippin!” Tony yelped.

    “Tony? It’s standard procedure for anyone in holding or in the lock up, you have to strip. Don’t think I find it pleasurable.” Mickey said.

    “Oh sure....with your high pitched squeaky voice? Tony groaned.

   “Don’t push me Toponi? Just do it.” Mickey said as he leaned against a wall and watched Tony strip off his clothes....

    “There! You happy Officer Magic Kingdom?” Tony snapped as he turned, hiked his butt and pulled his tail up...”There? You want a clear path to brush my teeth or what? Be sure you rub my prostate while you’re boring up that train tunnel.”

    Mickey threw a pair of paper coveralls at Tony. “Get dressed Tony and just sit tight while investigations checks the video feed. This might take a while? If you come clean right now? You might get off with a light sentence again.”

    “I’m not saying anything because I’m NOT GUILTY!” Tony snapped. “Wonder how shocked you’ll be when you don’t find anything and you made an innocent young mouse traumatized by stripping naked and showing off his tail hole? Go ahead Mickey...knock yourself out with that video feed... I did nothing wrong!”

Four hours later....

     Tony was laying on his back on the floor of the holding room when Mickey came in...

    “Come on Tony. I have all your clothes and belongings. You’re free to go.” Mickey said.

   “See!” Tony snapped. “Didn’t I tell you?! What did you see? I had my paws in my pockets the whole time huh?”

    “Yes.” Mickey replied. “We don’t think the little mouse who fell off the skate board in front of you and that other business mouse had anything to do with the heist. We saw another mouse darting from behind you and that business mouse and we think that’s the suspect. Did you see him?”

    “No.” Tony replied. “I was too busy being accused. I did my time Officer Mickey and I was a model prisoner wasn’t I? I never once skipped “probie” and yet “boing!” Instantly I’m public enemy number one! When do I get a break?”

    “I’m sorry we held you Tony but investigations get like that, especially when the accuser believes they were in the right. We can’t ignore the victim of a crime no matter what your feelings are about being accused, we had to clear you.” Mickey said as he placed a paw on Tony’s shoulder. “Between you and me? I was hoping you wouldn’t have made such a mistake. Try to keep yourself out of trouble Tony? Remember...if you need help? Call me? Don’t back slide again? I think you’re a good mouse who just needs the right guidance.”

    Mickey put a paw out. “Any hard feelings?”

    Tony shook it...”Between you and me? Never. See you round “Steam Boat”.

    Mickey smirked. “Now why do you call me that?” He asked.

    “I dunno?” Tony replied with a smile. “I guess you look to me like a river boat captain or somethin.” He soon got dressed, walked out of the precinct and caught a bus to the East side of the mouse sized city.

    How would one describe the size of Little Rodentia? Say...compare it to the downtown center of Seattle, Washington for mice. Ninety circular yards of a downtown core and suburban districts all arranged in a circle surrounded by a large iron fence to protect the “little one’s” from intrusion by the larger mammals of Zootopia. Here stands high rises...for mice....as tall as 30 feet. Neighborhoods that look like the row houses of flat bush or Queens or the two story close together houses in a Philadelphia housing block. It’s a mouse and small rodent world complete with tube walkways suspended over bustling streets. large street markets packed with cheeses, vegetables, bedding supplies, play things, clothing stores or whatever a mouse or gerbil might fancy on a hot summer day.

     Tony soon arrived in East Rodentia. The name of the suburb is called Asgreen because of the Asgreen cheese plant which employs most of the little inhabitants of this “Mouse-talian” enclave. Tony hopped off the bus and caught the sound of a song being played across the street from a submarine grinder and pizza shop. As if he could resist the beat....as it seemed most of the the mice around him couldn’t. Talk about the pied piper of Hamlin? This was the pied Paparino of Piza...

Pepino, oh, you little mouse, oh, won't you go away
Find yourself another house to run around and play
You scare my girl, you eat my cheese, you even drink my wine
I try so hard to catch you but you trick me all the time

Cesta no surecillo a basoccella dinda mur
Ogna sere quella esce quanda casa scura
Endo dindo la cucina balla sulasu
A parrano malandrino pura un gabo sapaur

     Tony started to skip and couldn’t help but sing to the music as he caught the paws or locked the arms of other dancing mouse in a joyous jig of “Topi-brothia” kinship.

The other night, I called my girl
I asked her could we meet
I said, "Let's go to my house
We could have a bite to eat"
And as we walked in through the door
She screamed at what she saw
There was little Pepino
Doin' the cha, cha on the floor… 

       Tony spun a female mouse around and caught a young male in a spin himself by the arm and the two of them skipped down the street before they got too caught up in the hypnotic happiness of the replaying tune....

      “So Filly? How did we do?” Tony asked his smaller partner who was dressed in a pair of levi shorts and a yellow shirt with red sleeves and a white number 4 on the front and wore a big red “scally cap” on his head. The younger mouse silently flashed 4 paw fingers...

      “Four what?” Tony asked Fievel Mousekowitz. 

      “G’s” Fievel replied smiling.

     “Yer kiddin? Four G’s? Oh fricken sweet!” Tony said as he looked around.

     “The cops bought everything?” Fievel asked.

     “They didn’t catch the take.” Tony said. “Those fake arms worked like charms.”

      “So did bribing the two cops on the platform.” Fievel said. “That’s what happens when you decide to just have rent-a-cops and you pay them half a cheese slice for a paycheck.”

       “You paid all the flippers and catchers?” Tony asked as he and Fievel crossed a street.

       “Yup. Twenty a piece. They’re ready and waiting for another when you want to try it again.” Fievel replied. “And yes....we can trust them not to snitch. But since Ruvio is taking such a risk of being made by the cops? I want to request we pay him a grand for taking the risk of being camera bait.”

        Tony thought...”Pay him five hundred now and promise him that if he doesn’t get picked up in thirty days? I’ll give him a grand or I’ll have that waiting when he comes out of lock up. But? I doubt they’ll even find him. I like him...fast and very slippery. We need more mooks like him.”

       Tony casually looked around as he and Fievel took a short cut to their apartment. “Now? What else is going on Five?”

       Fievel pulled out a note book. “Well? We got our “cut” from Jinxy, a nice “five G” from our past week’s “La Machine” processing of ten “tin-pans” (Tin-pan = boosted cars) and another two “G” from our tire repair scam. Armando got another contract for seven fake ID’s that totaled 4 “G” and Pixy and Dixy did a “boost” last night of a “flavor vape” shipment out in Savana. I still have to count the worth over at Jinxy’s shop. Dixy and Pixy will be sleeping and out of it till tonight. All together? We’ve made quite a score over the last week.”

       “Super.” Tony said smiling. “Any other good news yet? Anything from the “Dark Canopy” about us?”

       “No.” Fievel replied. “No significant contacts on our board there and no phone calls to my encrypted line.”

      Tony took a silent moment....

      “I hope you’re not getting frustrated “Tone Tone”. It’ll come eventually? Everything’s running smoothly, we’re making a steady income and we’re showing good financial smarts. It’ll happen!” Fievel said as he slowly took hold of a paw...”Tone? I don’t like to see you upset...”

     Tony looked at Fievel, smiled warmly and kissed him on the top of his head. “You always brighten my day Filly...”

     Fievel leaned against Tony and snuggled him. “Let me cook dinner tonight?” Fievel asked.

     “Sure. What do you have planned?” Tony asked.

    “Tuscan-kale-and squash minestra.” Fievel replied. “It’s already slow simmering for you.”

    “Where the heck would I be without you Filly? Really?” Tony asked.

    “In prison getting butt raped?” Fievel replied with a toothy grin.

    “Oh you’d enjoy that wouldn’t you “Piccolo Ervert”?” Tony snorted as he noogie’d Fievel on the head.

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
2pm
July 13

     Alvin, Simon and Theodore Seville were all in the hotel conference room with all the doors locked so they could play without distraction for their upcoming concert at the Rodent-Dendrum Bowl in the Grand Park that surrounded Little Rodentia. The event had been sold out for a month and would bring the brothers a healthy income to continue their rise up the Zootopian music ladder....

    Alvin strum’d and threw his guitar around his body in a long pre-set guitar solo before he gean to sing.....

“I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes" 

“I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles"

“Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

     Alvin pointed to Simon with two paw fingers as he played on an electrical harpsichord...."Take it Simon!"

“If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you've played....."

“And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way...."

“Well, here's a poke at you"

“You're gonna choke on it too"

“You're gonna lose that smile"

“Because all the while"

      Then all three of them sang out!.....

“I can see for miles and miles......I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles...”

“Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

     The boys stopped singing and sat back to review what they did...

     “Eeeshh....” Theodore groaned. “That sounded a little off key to me.”

    “Which part Theodore?” Alvin asked.

    “The guitar.” Theodore replied. “I think you’re “low tone’ing” Alvin, at least that’s how I hear it.”

    “I thought it sounded just right?” Alvin, as always so self confident of his abilities, replied as he crossed his arms. “Simon? We differ to our older brother the nerd as always?”

    “Acoustic wise it sounds close....note wise? It’s an octave off. To be honest Alvin? You need to do less “showy throwing” of your guitar because I think all those movements are causing you to “paw draw” at the wrong places.”

    “Oh like a thousand mice, Chinchilla, rats and other small mammals are going to worry about “acoustics” when they’re screaming and chucking panties on our stage Simon? And Theo? I think you hit your drum a little too hard in some places too by the way?”

    Theodore huffed. “You always try to throw all the problems you have on everyone else Alvin. Why can’t you just take what we say as things to improve yourself and not personal insults?”

    Alvin pursed his lips. “Ok!....ok.....I’ll try to change the octive and do less fooling around with my guitar if it helps but I seriously think that last play was perfect!”

   “We should always strive to give our fans the best performance.” Simon said as he waved a paw finger. “Which reminds me? We have a press conference at 3pm and a meet and greet with elementary school fans at 4pm which means.....Alvin? You be on your best behavior and control yourself!”

    “Since when do I never control myself Simon?” Alvin asked.

   “Need I remind you of that last meet and greet?” Simon snorted. “In the case of bigger female mammals and their dresses? Keep a respectable distance you.”

    Alvin snorted. “Are you accusing me of being a pervert Simon?!”

   Simon cop’ d a Sean Bean meme....”One does not simply stand close enough to scope a panty shot while signing autographs. You WILL stand appropriately back from a skirt wearing fan or I as your older brother will appropriately turn your furry tush a flaming red with a belt. You got that Alvin?”

   Theodore snickered. “There’s going to be an failure epic for sure.”

   “I am shocked at the level of mistrust and lack of confidence from the two of you!” Alvin snorted.

   “Oh but we are “confident” Alvin?” Simon replied smiling. “We’re confident you’ll act accordingly to your typical “M.O.” which again I will repeat my previous warning...You WILL stand appropriately back from a skirt wearing fan or I as your older brother will appropriately turn your furry tush a flaming red with a belt. You got that Alvin?”

     “That’s a threat of cub abuse Simon!” Alvin snapped.

     “It’s only cub abuse if a parent or guardian is involved Alvin? Last time I checked? We don’t have guardians.” Simon snapped his paw fingers. “Epic legal fail on Alvin’s part.”

     Alvin got up from his chair and walked over to thump Simon on his chest. “You know? Just for that threat? I might “boycott” if you get my drift?”

    Simon smiled softly back. “Go ahead and try it?”

    Theodore waved a paw from behind his drums. “Hey? I’m hungry! What about you two? I’m willing to spot all of us this time out?”

     “Ok.” Alvin said. “Can we chose the food?”

    “Sure.” Theodore replied.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
3:30pm
July 13

     Tony emerged from the bathroom dressed in clean clothes and took a moment to sniff the air...” la fragranza del paradiso è stata profondamente sconfitta.” (heaven's fragrance has been soundly defeated) he said with his eyes closed as the scent of the soup being prepared by Fievel wafted through Tony’s nostrils. The gang leader walked up behind his “spremere” (squeeze) and “consulente” (Counselor) and gently nibbled on his neck...”Do you know how much I missed you while I was in the joint?”

      “You’ve been out for six months now and you only did a years time “Tone Tone” Fievel said as he rubbed Tony’s cheek. 

     “And who could I have trusted to keep things running so smoothly than my “amato piccolo”?” Tony said as he rubbed Fievel’s shoulders. “You feel confident returning to one of our tried and true scams?”

     Fievel pursed his lips....”Only if you don’t let the mark get too far in playing with me before you spring the “clip” on his tail.”

     Tony leaned against the kitchen counter. “We have to make sure he’s “locked” in place and that he’s not a “potted plant” (A ZPD bunko Squad operator) is it true they’re cruising the gay bars now?”

     “I don’t know what Fort Bronco is doing?” Fievel said. “I know they’ve busted bigger mammals in Sahara Square. Those “Gabona deficiente” morons were using fennick foxes as lure cubs and didn’t diversify for two years so “duh” of course they got “pinched”. We need to diversify...I’m not going to play “Il segno” (the mark) all the time like I did before you were “slammer parked”.”

    Fievel asked....”So? Be honest? Did you or did you “do” someone else behind my back?”

    “I would never cheat on you my “amato fino alla morte” never! I would slit my flucken neck if I EVER cheated on you!” Tony patted his chest. “I swear.” You and I are “annodati insieme a morte.” (knotted unto death together).

    Fievel played a paw finger over Tony’s chest...”If you think we should do that old scam? Then of course we’ll do it. I’ve never found reason to distrust your judgment. We’re still going “Boosting” tonught right?”

    “As soon as Pixy and Dixy get a “chop block” established for us, you bet we are.” Tony replied as he checked his encrypted cell phone for messages while Fievel continued to prepare their soup.