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” tonight 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. Moments later...a piece of paper with a snapper toy fixed to it came sliding under the apartment door...

    “Mandy’s here.” Tony said as he unlocked the door and met face to face with an olive drab fur’d tall rat with a blonde head tuft dressed in a khaki long sleave shirt and a pair of jeans....

    “Armando mi amico!” Tony said as he wrapped his arms around Armando Luchie, a Junior at Little Rodentia’s central high school.

   “Capi mia Capi.” Armando replied. He waved to fievel as he walked up with a plate on which a bowl of hot soup and a side of bread and cheese was placed. 

    “Evening Mandy!” Fievel said joyfully.

    “Thank you Five.” Mandy said as he accepted the food with a slight head bow. Normally? Tony detested rats with a blood passion and he never hided his disgust of these bigger “kin folk”. It was a hate even Fievel didn’t dare ask about because Tony would flare up and go off if the subject was broached.

      Yet....Armando was different because Armando offered something Tony needed and rarely did Tony allow his “SSC” (Species Superiority Complex aka Racism) to come between him and a need. Armando was exceptionally gifted with computers, especially art programs and detailed printing. Tony had saved “Mandy” from cruel abuse at the paws of his no good, constantly high as a kite father who beat him savagely and said if he could....he’d turn Mandy over to a pimp to get “bitched” up the tail hole.” if it would give the old rat a high. Mandy was treated like a gang sacred object and lavished upon, which Mandy returned with unquestioned loyalty and high production. He was a serious money maker for the “Jickets” in counterfeit I.D.’s and documents.

     “I have something to request when we start our meeting Tony Capi?” Mandy said as he parked himself on a leg rest and tried the soup...”Mmmm....Fievel? You must get a job as a cook?”

      “I will if it involves getting us inside a place to set up a shop?” Fievel said as he handed Tony his food. “How about you? Need anything?” Fievel asked Armando.

      “Only what I need to talk to “Capi” about.” Mandy replied. “But I want to wait till everyone else is here.”

       Another clicker went off under the door and Fievel ran to answer it. “Hey Jimmy!” Fievel said as he embraced Jimmy Teodoro, a light brown mouse with a moppy fire red hair tuft dressed in a white and red stripped shirt and blue jeans. “Hey Capi! Catch!” Jimmy said as he tossed a wallet to Tony. “What is it with some mice these days? I swear forgetfulness is becoming an epidemic!”

        Tony looked through the wallet...”Where did you bag this score?”

       “Some swell left it in his car. Unlocked and on the cup holder.” The ninth grader said. “had to bull snit my way out of a nosey cop because he caught me coming out of the car. Told him my Dad called and said he forgot about it? Then I realized...."Oh fluck! Schools going on!” Right? So I added that I was allowed to take two hours out to collect newspaper money because a bully was shaking me for my tips. Cop bought it.” Jimmy took his food from fievel. “Anything interesting today Capi?”

        “Yeah...I got “eye raped” down at Bronco by Mickey.” Tony snickered. “I made sure he got an up front and personal view of my tail hole.”

       “Eesh? Do you mind Capi?” Jimmy snorted. “Food? Eating? Bad visual entertainment?”

       Tony perked up. “Well our pocket snatch at the station today netted us four grand! I guess that’s worth the embarrassment of having to “present” to the “fuzz”. Tony said as he plucked out a 100 Zoo Buck from the wallet Jimmy snatched and gave it to Jimmy...”Your bonus cut for a good job kid.”

       “Thank you il mio eccellente capitano!” (Thank you my excellent Captain!) Jimmy yelped as he accepted the money and gave a slight bow before enjoying the food. “Filly? You always know just the right amount of salt to add to your soups.”

        “It’s not too salty is it?” Fievel asked.

        “A little more wouldn’t hurt.” Jimmy replied a he turned to Armando. “I need a new access I.D. to Despereaux Tilling Memorial Hospital. My contact there says they’re changing the I.D. faces again because of the stronzos (ass holes) getting in to steal chemicals for their “dream labs”. (Drug labs)

         Tony snorted...”cazzate” (Flucken pricks) “They ruin things for the rest of us. Should know better not to try getting stuff for their stupid date rape snit. I’m gonna say again tonight? No one pushes anything more than pot. I catch anyone pushing “Bambi’s” or flucken “Horse trank” and it’s the damn “rat paper”. Let every other dumb fluck gang destroy themselves with “smack”. Leaves things better for all of us.”
 
       Another snap toy went off under the door and Jimmy opened it to see Pixy Styx Hanna standing dressed in a white collar shirt, a blue bow tie and dark jeans...”Hi Jim.” He said as he handed Jimmy a bag. “Some mouse-Cannoli for desert. Hi everyone!” The short grey mouse said as he walked in and gave Tony a hug...”buona sera capitano.” (Evening good Captain)

       “Styx?” Tony replied. “Where’s Whistle?” Tony asked of Pixy’s brother, Dixy Hanna, who was the other organizer who ran the gang’s “chop shop” enterprise with Mister Jasper Jinx (Jinx the Cat) who owned “Jinxy’s Auto Sales and Parts store just outside the public park Little Rodentia was nestled in.

       “He’s prep’ing our new “temp chop” in the industrial district. We had to pay “Salucid Sims” a street tax but “we reach” with him. (To reach is to be in close agreement)

        Tony asked. “How much was the tax?”

        “Two grand.” Pixy replied. “He also wants us to train some of his crew in car stripping so we agreed.”

        Tony thought...”Tell him I’ll pay him another grand for his kindness. We need Salucid on our roll. Get some food from Filly and come sit. We’ll get this meeting done and over with real quickly.”

        Pixy took some soup and bread and sat on a stool with the rest of Tony’s “i principi” (Principles) as Tony took center stage...

        “Alright my family...welcome. Fist for the general notes? We have not....been made yet. But? As the old saying goes....patience is a virtue. But so is gettin laid.”

The group chuckled.

        “We’re doin very well for ourselves.” Tony said. “According to Filly here? We’re up to....300,000 Zoo Bucks in the “dye-versified” bank...very nice. Everyone give Mandy some love. Our crafty counter fitter nailed us a fine contract for 50 fake train platform passes worth ten grand. Very nice Mandy. Very Nice. Now see fellas? I don’t dislike all rats do I? Except the Westy Nimhs...the Westy’s need to walk into a “decon hotel” and never check out but I digress....”

        Tony walked over to Fievel and petted him softly on the head. “I’ve decided that I’m gonna restart our old tried and true gig but as per Filly’s desires? I need some young mice to be our baits so....put the word out to our “hangers” (Hangers = fan cubs or empty suits) that if they want to make some more money? Some will have to be willing to bare fur and wiggle their cute behinds for it. But I promise? I will not allow them to “be raped” so much. And there will be auditions for the lead role.”

      Pixy snickered. “Of course there will.”

      “Quiet you.” Tony replied with a warning paw finger. “Now! Let’s have the open books shall we? Pixy? What about you and your brother? How are things with the chopping and general stuff?”

      Pixy Styx took out a paw note book....”We’re staying stable as you asked...five cars a week. Two cars or one car from Jinxy’s lot a week which feeds Jinxy’s insurance dealer. Now his dealer wants a bigger cut because as he told me...”I’m sticking my tail way out because I face the lion’s teeth of regulatory inspections and back ground checks.” He feels he’s not being compensated for all his risks. He asks for an increase of 500 a month.”

     “Fluck him.” Jimmy snorted. “Did you see the car he’s driving now? It has “prison meat” all over it, it’s like a flag for the cops to come check him out. No way Capi, don’t pay him snit!”

      Fievel nodded. “I agree with Jimmy. He’s flashing too much income. I say offer him 200 but tell him that car has to go.”

     Pixy pursed his lips. “Well....he is carrying a burden and he felt he could treat himself because he gets audited like a rape victim on a pin ball machine but hell no....that car? I agree....he’s flashing too much but he should get some compensation and be told he can’t keep the car...I say 300 bucks and ditch the car.”

    Tony thought...”I’ll raise him 200. Pixy? You and Dixy steal that car and fluck it up! Then he can file a claim on it to himself and split the return from the higher broker at 30/70....thirty should still give him a nice bonus to keep him happy.”

     Tony rubbed his head tuft....”Jimmy” What about our branch managers? Are they happy?”

     “Oh yes Capi.” Jimmy replied. “Branch managers” referred to the gangs legions of young mice, some as young as sixth graders who held the gang’s ill gotten money in their own private bank accounts “set up” by “dear uncle Elmo” or “dearest Aunt Foca”. Many of these mice covered their account with legitimate small business like snow shoveling, lawn mowing, helping elderly mice or with newspaper routes. You had to show honesty, trust and a desire to become a “Jicket” or a “Chicklet” and earn your “side Squeeze”...and you had to keep your little yap shut...

     Yes....while Tony Toponi sounded nice to these small mice? He wasn’t above killing any of them if they started to snitch. Who knew what happened to young 12 year old Dante Calegarta, a mouse cub from 17th street who disappeared three years ago...all anyone knew was they had found his baseball mitt and his bat and nothing more. Let the small multi-painted skill with the candle “on the crown” in the apartment speak for itself what happens to “rats” with Tony.

       Jimmy continued to speak....”The only one wanting to ask a question is Enzio Salmeri over on Niblet Street. He asks to buy a new lawn mower because he can’t repair the one he has any more, it had “gone to the fishes”. He also requests to buy a bush clipping kit as well and start showing his little brother how to lawn care.”

      “I like that.” Tony replied. “I like that a lot. Teaching your younger silbing, that hits my heart. You tell Enzio he can take from the bank, but modestly ok? No buying a John Deer with mag wheels and fuzzy dice.”

       Tony then frowned....”Ok....I want to repeat my warning about drugs. I could give a snit less what some other gang makes off of “Bambi’s” “Hydrant lickers” “Phoenix Paste” or any of those chemical cocktails. We don’t do them in this gang and we don’t push them...especially the rape drugs...not on my fricken turf. Notice I said “My fricken turf?” and not “Our fricken turf?”

       Tony pointed around the room. “I’m warning all of you again...don’t let me catch you dealing that smack, or using that smack, or allowing anyone to peddle that smack on our flucken block. You know what will happen to you if I do find out? You’ll be “clipped” “papered” “glued” “whacked” and you will die a very slow and very painful death. I am not flucken kidding any of you and you take that to our fan cubs too. Especially in the schools. I find out that’s happening? It’s “Decon and bug juice.”

      Tony sagged. “Fellas? I’m serious ok? I really do love all of you and all our fan cubs, this is “re-qui-zite” for “being made” especially if you want to be made mice to someone like “Mister Big”. Nothing bigger than pot ok? Pot’s very safe, it’s low grade and it’s a more stable business long term. Those fricken chemicals are worse than “Decon” ok? Please? Follow my orders? I don’t want to “clip” any one.”

     Pixy waved his bread around...”I want to keep my tail. I make a lousy lookin stubby.”

     Fievel called out. “Who wants a beer?”

     Everyone raised their paws and Fievel passed around bottles of “Green Papaya Double” Braw when another spring clip passed under the door...

    “Hey...Dixie’s here.” Tony said as he opened the door to the blue leather vest wearing twin brother of Pixy Styx.

   “Evening everyone.” Dixie said as he walked in carrying some pastry boxes with bows on them. “I brought Mouse Canolli.”

    “You’ve read our minds.” Armando said as he took a box and licked his lips. “And you got it from Sandinos...You are a saint “Whistle”.

     “Hey Tony?” Dixie said as he passed around the Canolli. “We have an issue.”

     “Serious or not so serious?” Tony asked.

     “Depends on you I think?” Dixie replied. “I caught a small fry from the “Squeejees” selling smack in our turf. “Bambi” smack. Kid had not money to pay street tax but....there’s the “Bambi”.”

      Tony looked at the rest of the gang....”Where is he now?”

      “Locked up in a box at our “chop block”. Probably scared snitless, he’s pretty young...I’d say 13 at least. He knows what he’s selling so don’t let him bull snit you.” Dixie snorted.

      Tony pursed his lips and bounced his whiskers...”I warned those “Squeejees” about pushing smack, about that “Bambi” snit in “my” yard.” Tony bore his teeth. “Everyone finish dinner...like always a nice evening ruined by a dumb fluck.” 

       Armando raised his paw...”Tony? About what I have to ask?”

      “Oh? Yes Mandy, what is it?” Tony replied.

      “I broached this idea to Fievel? There’s a programmer offering her services on the Dark Canopy to upgrade computers with a new crypto algorithm and an enhanced program to duplicate and fake voices. She’s asking three grand for her work. I want your permission to contact her and see if she’s on the level.” Armando asked.

      “Let five handle the interaction to make sure she’s not a “ZIPPER” (A ZPD operator) and if she’s “jits” (legitimate) then ok. Just keep an eye on her the whole time she’s working if we bring her in ok?”

       “Of course.” Armando replied. “Thank you Capi.”

Downtown Little Rodentia
Pocari’s Restaurant
5pm
July 13

Alvin:

In the heat of our love
Don't need no help for us to make it
Gimme just enough to take us to the mornin'
I got fire in my mind
I get higher in my walkin'
And I'm glowin' in the dark
I give you warnin'

Simon and Theodore:

And that sweet city woman
She moves through the night
Controlling my mind and my soul

Alvin:

When you reach out for me
Yeah, and the feelin' is right

Simon and Theodore:

Then I get night fever, night fever
We know how to do it

Gimme that night fever, night fever
We know how to show it

Gimme that night fever, night fever
We know how to show it

Gimme that night fever, night fever
We know how to show it.......

    The boy’s couldn’t help it...when a fan asks? You do. Alvin got permission to stand on the table and strut while Simon and Theodore sang close together in harmony and as expected there were the females passing out, couples dancing in the isles and waiters and cooks beating spoons or knives on tables or pots. The improvised concert went well with Alvin getting “mug kissed” by a young female gerbil as he climbed off the table...

     “You’re welcome.” He said softly as he touched her nose and the poor thing flopped on the floor in a daze...”Giggles” “I so have the gift.” Alvin said with a smile as he helped her back to her feet.

      “Can I have your autograph?” The young female gerbil asked shaking.

      “No.” Alvin replied. “You? Can have my hat.” 

      Alvin adjusted the hat on the quivering gerbil and passed her off to a friend....

      “Now that was class Alvin.” Theodore said smiling.

      “You have bigger class Theodore. What a great place for dinner!” Alvin said throwing his paws out as the brothers sat down. “So? What’s for the after dinner entertainment?” Alvin asked.

      “I have no ideas.” Simon replied. “I’m all for an early night myself. We have another three days worth of practice before the big concert.”

       “Mister boring as always.” Alvin snorted. 

       “He has a point?” Theodore replied. “Not like we can do much after seven Alvin? I mean a lot of places downtown wouldn’t allow us in fame or not? We’re all under age?”

       “We wouldn’t be if we got some fake I.D.’s?” Alvin snickered. “I heard it through the vines that we could contact someone who makes first class fakes.”

        Simon snorted. “Riiiiight? And Simon, Alvin and Theodore are going to waltz right into a “dirty club” with fake ID’s?”

       Alvin threw a paw...”Oh gawd, you are such a kill joy Simon! Jee-yeah! Alvin, Simon and Theodore are going to get “bounced” but not Steven, Alfred and Thomas? Yeah...I’m going to go with this big stupid “A” red shirt? Get real Simon?”

       “We’re NOT doing it.” Simon snorted. “We’re not going to risk our reputations on some crazy illegal scheme. Don’t push it Alvin?”

        Alvin sat back in his chair and frowned...”Hmph! Pussy.”

        “Better to be a pussy than to be in a ZPD lock up any day and have our faces dragged through the “Paw-per-nazi” tabloids.” Simon snorted. He then called a waiter and pointed out an obvious “Bush Baby” with a “tablo-cam” who got quickly throunced on by other waiters...

       “GET YOUR MITS OFF ME! I HAVE RIGHTS!” The paw-per-razti screamed.

        “And our guests have the right to enjoy their lives you scum ball.” One waiter snarled as he pushed the Bush Baby out the front door. He then came over to accept a “twenty spot” from Simon....

        “Thanks Carson.” Simon said with a smile to the big rat.

        “Of course Sir.” Carson replied. “You all should really should have bodyguards.”

        “Then we’d be too imposing to our fans.” Simon replied. “No...We handle ourselves just fine Carson, specially with big mammals like you around.”

       Simon got up...”I gottah go to the bathroom.” He said.

       Alvin got up himself...”Me too. My bladder’s working over time.”

      Theodore remained seated as another waiter brought him his favorite food..."Paladorian” cheese sticks. “Mister Theodore? Where do you put all these?”

      “I have a very stretchy stomach!” Theodore replied gleefully.

      “I’ll say.” The mouse replied. “This is like serving seven for you! You know I’m quite a drummer myself and I think you get so little attention.” The mouse waiter said as he picked up a pair of spoons and rapped off “a set” on the table....

     “Oh cool!” Theodore replied as he too grabbed some spoons and soon both rodents were at it. They evolved into a spoon drum version extension of “Smooth Criminal” with Theodore asking for and getting various amounts of water filled glasses to tap on....

     “We’ve got to get you into the concert to do a duet set!” Theodore said happily as he and the mouse waiter flowed into a symbiotic twin-ship.

      Alvin and Simon didn’t hear the commotion outside the bathroom. They became too busy swapping tongues between each other as Alvin sat on the sink absorbing Simon’s pawing under his red body sweater...

     “How dare you tell me no...” Alvin said as he moaned softly.

     “Shut up.” Simon replied. “When older brother tells you to do something? You don’t complain.” Simon replied as he deeply rolled his tongue inside his little brother’s mouth...

     “Dare you to pull my underwear down...” Alvin snickered. “No balls Simon.”

      The door opening caused the two chipmunks to quickly improvise act to cover up their “swift-cest” act with Alvin slipping off the sink and leaning over pretending to be pissed off for being so “dissed” by Simon.

     “YOU ALWAYS SPOIL ANY ATTEMPT AT EVEN THE SMALLEST FUN!” Alvin snapped as he got a paw finger in Simon’s face!

     Simon batted the paw away roughly. “IF WE ALLOWED YOUR BRATTISH ATTITUDE TO OVER RIDE OUR JUDGEMENT? WE’D BE RUINED!”

      The adult Squirrel interjected...”You two alright?”

      “This is a family issue. Please refrain yourself?” Simon asked respectfully.

     “Butt out you bushy tailed “glam” puss!” Alvin snapped.

     Simon snapped at Alvin. “ALVIN APOLOGIZE!”

     Alvin cross his arms and frowned.

     “I’m sorry for the disrespect Sir. Some of us refuse to understand what “incorrigible” behavior is.” Simon snapped as he lightly slapped Alvin off the head.

     The moment the squirrel left and the door closed....Alvin snatched Simon by his head and french kissed him...”That! Was such a rush!” The younger Chipmunk exclaimed.

     “Throttle it back Alvin.” Simon said as he wiped his mouth. “Let’s get back before Theo starts to get curious?”

Little Rodentia industrial district
The territory of “Salucid Sim”
Old gas station on Ponifer Ave.
7pm
July 13

     Dixie “Whistle” Hanna had the young mouse tied up and “bit’d” with a rag pulled to the back of his mouth as he pushed and kicked him up to the rice paper screen he set up in the garage portion of the old station.

    The Hanna Brothers had the garage bathed in deep black lights that gave them just enough ambient light to do their work without showing any life beyond the black painted windows of the garage door. The frightened young mouse could see Fievel, Pixy Styx and Jimmy but not the rodent behind the screen who’s shadow was casted through the rice paper by a deep red light behind him...

    “Whistle? Take the bit out of his mouth.” Tony commanded.

    Dixie removed the rag from the mouse’s mouth then slapped him in the back of his head as he sobbed....”Shut it you little bitch!...and you’re a gang member? Flucken pussy ass little piece of cub snit!”

    Tony waited a moment...silence and fear was always the best persuaders....”What’s your name kid?” Tony asked with a deep voice.

    When the mouse didn’t answer...Dixie hit him lightly with a mouse sized pistol...”Talk you little bitch!”

     “Eliot!” The young mouse screamed.

    “Eliot?” Dixie snickered. “Eliot? Sheesh what a faggot name? What was yer father thinking? Guess he wanted a skirt but had to do with a pussy ass little bitch!”

     “Dixie?” Tony snorted. “Enough. The kid’s in big trouble, he doesn’t need you riding him? So Eliot? Why are you here? You got a clue?”

    “I’m sorry! I didn’t know that street was in your territory, I swear!” The young mouse cried. “I’m sorry!”

    “Yeah....that’s what I get every time from your “Sqee’s”.....”Gee Mister? I’m sorry I was on your street.” “ Gee Mister? I’m sorry I was selling rape drugs on your turf? I didn’t know? I’m flucken retarded....” Tony paused and then raged... “STOP YOUR FLUCKEN SNIVELING YOU LITTLE FLUCK!”

     The young mouse cried.....”Please! Please....I won’t do it again!”

     “Yeah....you won’t ever do it again is right.” Tony snarled. “Styx? Get the fricken rat paper. Do you know what “rat paper” is Eliot? Huh? Did the “Sqee’s” at least teach you something in gang indoctrination class you little diaper doper baby? His fricken crying’s makin me sick. Throw his stupid ass on the paper Whistle!”

     Pixy Styx pulled out a sheet of “rat trap” paper, the most feared instrument of torture ever devised against rodents and the poor young mouse was thrown into it screaming and crying as he stuck fast to the thick mound of glue in the center!

    Tony waited as the little mouse screamed in pain before he came out quickly from behind the rice paper screen....

    “ELIOT! ELIOT STOP STRUGGLING!” Tony yelled with a more concerning and caring voice. “ELIOT STOP STRUGGLING OR YOU’RE GONNA DIE!”

     The young mouse quit thrashing and lay crying as his head was stuck on it’s side and his limbs were held fast. He’d already pulled some fur from his body and small trickles of blood showed evidently from the furry clumps under his body....

     “Shhhhhh.....” Tony said as he reached out and petted the crying Eliot’s head. “Stop trying to struggle kid? There’s no use.”

    (crying) “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die! Mamma!” Eliot yelped.

    Tony sat at the edge of the paper....”Look?.....Eliot?....You were pretty stupid but I can be a nice mouse you know? Other bosses? They wouldn’t be so nice. Now.....you could go back to the “Sqee’s” and maybe become my informant or...you can lay there and starve or shrivel up to death slowly or rip yourself apart....what’s it gonna be kid?” Tony asked with paw gestures. “I’m waiting Eliot?”

    “But they’ll kill me if they find out!” Eliot screamed.

    “But you’ll die if you don’t.” Tony replied. “When it comes to “Bambi” kid? I’m harsh. I’ll whack my own crew members for dealin this snit. Ask them? Now? What’s you’re answer kid? I promise yah. I will fully compensate you for the drugs I’m taking, You’ll get a nice cut from us for being an informant and you can run to us and we’ll protect you...we promise.”

     Eliot cried as Tony took his paw....

     “Come on kid?” Tony asked. “I really don’t want to kill you. I can tell you’re kinda new and perhaps I got you scared so much that you’ll quit? I even know a cop who’ll help you get out, on my grand mother’s soul! Kid? Don’t throw your life away? Let us help yah?”
 
      Eliot tearfully nodded his head.

      “Whistle?” Tony asked Dixie. “Get the glue solvent.” “Styx and Filly? Give the kid a bath and fix him up. We’ll keep him overnight and release him in the morning.” Tony said as he petted Eliot on the head. “Hang tough little cub and we’ll have you off this paper in no time ok?”

      Tony turned to Fievel...”I want you to take that snit and fricken burn it. I don’t want to see dust, a grain or a fricken residue from it. Got me?”

      “You know me.” Fievel replied. “I hate that stuff as much as you.”

      Tony snarled....”The next “Sqee” flucker we catch? We won’t be so nice.” Tony said...”Next time? We send “Fill Fox” (Philip 'The Fox' De Matteo) his dealer’s fricken torso with the penis whacked off for good measure.” or....”His head with his prick jammed down his fricken throat. I’ll make a meeting with “Fox” later to show him how pissed off I am.”

      Fievel grabbed Tony’s arm...”Thanks for sparing that one?”

     “I couldn’t whack him with the face you were showing.” Tony replied. “Next time? You stand with me behind the screen capeesh?”

     “Yes.” Fievel replied as he followed Tony out of the garage.

Little Rodentia South
The suburb of Pleasant Groves
137 Carmichael Street
7pm
July 13

      Mickey Oswald and his partner, Inspector Ages, walked up to the one story cottage house and rang the door bell...

     An elderly female shrew opened the door...”Thank goodness!” She exclaimed as she beckoned Mickey and Ages through the door. “I’m so glad for such a quick response to my call!”

    Mickey looked around the inside...”The 911 dispatcher said you reported a robbery miss?”

    “Jarrington...Officer. Miss Elsadore Jarrington...” The old shrew said sounding panic’d...”My word! They took my jewels! My Mother’s diamond wedding ring! My Father’s Steinway Watch! My late husbands gold dinner dress wares! All gone!” Miss Jarrington cried.

    Mickey consoled her....”Now now mam...if it’s wasn’t too long ago we might still catch the thief. Where were the jewels?”

    The old shrew took Mickey and Ages to her bedroom. “How stupid of me!” She exclaimed as she hit her own head. “I should have been more careful with them but....they mean so much to me....” She cried as she pointed to her bed dresser...

    “Age?” Mickey asked. “You stay here and take the notes, get the pictures...I’ll have a quick look around the house, the yard and the street.” Mickey walked from the bedroom and key’d his shoulder mic. “One Adam Twelve requesting additional unit from Bronco report to 137 Carmichael....over?”

      The dispatcher replied. “One Adam Twelve will dispatch Car 54 to you johnny spot. Car 54 where are you?”

     Mickey heard car 54 reply....” We’re over at Barney Miller’s coffee shop getting Fish sandwiches. We’re out of position right now so you should call Inspector Don Smart on Ironside Ave.”

    “Car 54's always out of place.” Micky snorted as he walked around the house. Inside....Ages was looking around Miss Jarrington’s bedroom. The only places of entry was the bedroom door and the open window...

     “You had the jewel’s in the bottom draw of your dresser?” Ages asked as he looked at the draw and then at the window. “No lock. A very bad place for expensive things Miss?”

     “I know!” Miss Jarrington cried. “I thought they were safe! I’m the only one besides my insurance representative who knows they were in the house!”

     Ages took some quick pictures...”May I look in the other draws of the dresser?” He asked.

     “By all means.” Jarrington replied.

     Outside the small cottage...Mickey scanned the ground as he walked through the garden that was to the left of the cottage as it faced the street. “Hey Age?” Mickey asked into his shoulder mic. “Ask Miss Jarrington where she was when she thinks the jewels got taken?”

     “Mam?” Ages asked.

     “Oh...I was... in the garden weeding the beds since it was such a nice day. I came out after breakfast...went inside for lunch and came back out till this evening and I thought I herd a sound in the house but I dismissed it.”

    Acres looked into the other draws, his brow deeply creased as he scanned what he was looking at...

    “Age?” Mickey called on his radio. “I’m out in the back here behind the cottage and there’s a raised flower bed with a set of foot prints in it. Pretty large, probably a mouse or a rat. They have water in them too.”

    “Get a picture Mic?” Ages replied. “Looks like our suspect came through the window.” He turned to Miss Jarrington. “You’re sure that only you and your insurance agent knew the jewels were in the house Mam?”

    “Yes.” The Shrew replied. “I could have a maid or a care giver at my age but I’ve never wanted a complete stranger in my home without a very costly background check...” The old Shrew began to cry...”I don’t know what to do?! These were priceless to me! Nothing can ever replace them!”

     Mickey came back into the cottage and showed Ages his smart phone. “Here’s those prints.”

     Ages looked at the cell phone picture, looked around the room and then crossed his arms before Miss Jarrington....

     “Mam? With all do respect? What are you trying to pull?” Ages snorted. “Calling in a false report is a criminal offense, did you really think we’d be so stupid?”

     Mickey smirked. “I knew you’d see it.”

     Ages grabbed Miss Jarrington by her wrist....”Two foot prints perfectly side by side in a raised flower bed for a window that’s so ridiculously low? Your bed room is spotless, no hint of mud from the wet soil in the flower bed? You’re working in a garden to the left of this cottage and you told me you might have heard a sound? And come on Mam? The theif knew exactly where to hit and nothing else here is the least bit disturbed...certainly not your undies draw.”

      Ages guided Miss Jarrington to a chair...”Mam? Where are the fake foot prints? I can also tell by this picture that they’re flat board cut outs or joke shop material shoes now.....where are they and where are your jewels or do I have to call in a back up and rip your house apart?”

     Miss Jarrington led Ages to a closet where she pointed out a pair of bags...

     Mickey shook his head. “You’re very lucky we’re at the end of our shift day and getting the paperwork done will be very simple. We could take you in for fraud Mam? You know that...don’t you?”

     Ages patted Miss Jarrington on the shoulder....”We’re not going to do that. I think a simple warning and a private judicial reprimand and fine will be enough. But Miss Jarrington? Don’t try this again? This is your first and last warning.”

     Ages followed Mickey to their cruiser. “I knew the moment I saw how clean the bed room was how much deep bull snit the call was. Good thing she doesn’t work in films Mickey? Her acting booms.”

     Mickey chuckled as he tapped on the roof of the cruiser. “Want to come over the house for a beer after shift?”

     “Yeah.” Ages replied. “Night’s warm for one.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
8pm
July 13

     So blatant...the three Chipmunk brothers always shared a bath together, nothing wrong with that, perfectly normal....

     Save Alvin trying not to be too obvious as he slowly rubbed a soapy wash puff over Theodore’s back...while Simon had his paw fingers base knuckles deep in his little brother’s ass hole from behind. Alvin was finding it hard to talk strait and normal...having to bite his lip to keep from moaning like crazy as he rocked slowly over the invading digits brushing his prostate...

      “So Alvin?” Simon said in his usual calm scientific tone. “When are you going to turn in your homework to me that was due....I dunno....last week?!”

      “I.....” Alvin struggled as the sensations from his quivering prostate clouded his mind....”I.....OW! OUCH! OUCH!” Alvin jumped and flopped back down into the tub making the water flow over the rim as he escaped the digital molestation and pretended to grab his leg as Theodore turned about...

      “Watch it Alvin!” Theodore snapped. “You’re getting water on the floor!”

      “That’s what happens when you get a wicked knot in your calf Theodore!” Alvin snapped as he looked back at Simon as if to say.... “Damn...careful you nut!”

       “I just asked you about your homework and as usual Alvin? You “zone” me out. Don’t keep thinking you can dodge your responsibilities? We all have to meet our education responsibilities if we don’t want to sit in classrooms all day when we could be out performing.” Simon replied as he reached for his glasses, which Alvin snatched up and put on as he climbed from the tub...

      “I’m Simon the know-it-all! I study things that have nothing to do with singing or playing instruments! My two little brothers will be like me or else!” Alvin took the glasses off and slipped them on Simon’s snoot. “Sorry....no compren-day-oh Ah-mee-gaow!”

     “That’s “Amigo” Alvin.” Simon snorted.

     “What ever you say there super nerd.” Alvin said as he reached for his bath robe. “You keep right on being a dreamer for “Super Science” there Simon while I get more popular and richer every day.”

       “And more pig headed.” Theodore snorted and smiled as he still sat bathing while Simon got out.

      “You coming out Theo?” Simon asked.

      “Nah.....the water’s still hot and since I have it all to myself?” Theodore snatched up a pair of swim goggles, a snorkel and flopped back into the soapy water!

       Simon walked out into the bedroom and slowly shut the door to the bathroom as he saw Alvin slipping a pair of his cartoon under-roos on by the dresser...

      Alvin felt himself suddenly pushed into the wall with his underpants tangled around his ankles as a paw snatched his head tuft...

      “Simon?!” Alvin yelped...”The....”

     “Shhhhhh.....” The older Chipmunk said in Alvin’s ear. “Get on your knees and gimme a quick suck?”

     “Damn!” Alvin replied. “Theo’s?”

     “Do it before he comes out?” Simon snorted as he began to twist and guide his little brother down towards his hard on...”Come on Alvin. Theodore’s playing “Jack Coos-sloth” in there, we got time.”

       “That’s “Jacques” Mister Speak and Spell.” Alvin snorted as Simon pushed his erect cock on Alvin’s face....

       “Whatever simpleton....get sucking.” Simon snorted as he forced his dick through Alvin’s lips and throat flucked him hard enough to thump his head against the wall behind him...

       “Stop!” Alvin snapped. “That’s hurting me Simon!”

      “I’ll hurt you if I don’t bust my nut before Theo comes out.” Simon snapped quietly. “Suck it Alvin! Don’t tongue it!”

      Simon thrusted hard as he gripped the sides of Alvin’s head and soon he shot a hot wad of cum against the back of Alvin’s throat that caused the younger chipmunk to gag and cough on his hands and knees......

      Just in time for Theodore to come out of the bathroom.

      “What the? What’s Alvin doing on the floor with his underwear around his ankles?” Theodore asked as Simon leaned over his brother dressed in his bath robe.

       “As always...you know Alvin....drink water like crazy and right down the wind pipe! There, there Alvin....I warned you not to drink so fast didn’t I? And like always? Alvin leaves everything half ass done as usual. Can’t even get his under pants up and he does something else.”

       Alvin shook his head and looked up at Simon...”Thanks for the embarrassment Ein-shrew!”

      “You did it to yourself Alvin....like always.” Simon snorted back as he walked to the phone. “I’m going to call room service. Anyone want to order?”

 Little Rodentia, Downtown District.
Entertainment block
10pm
July 13

      Tony allowed a limited display of affection in the open between him and Fievel, the younger mouse for the moment holding the paw of the older 18 year old as they crossed the street into the more seedy part of the entertainment district...the bars, the strip joints, the “cat” houses that “didn’t exist” and the night clubs. Prime hunting ground for Tony’s best activity....”Boosting” cars.

       The gang worked in concert with several “players” like Mister Jinxy Tabs, a cat who ran both an auto parts store and a car dealership and the lawyers and insurance pusher connected to his business, a white mouse named Saul who was about the best “Legal slug” in all Rodentia, perhaps even all Zootopia because he took clients from just about every species and every persuasion. There were even “rumors” (laughing) that he was a “Mob Yob” legal-mouse but that was just “rumor” (more laughing) He even made cheesy commercials....

       “You bent your tail? Cracked your tooth? Can’t whack it? Better call Saul if you can’t hack it!”

      “What?.......the?.......fluck?” But who cares if Saul can get you off? He certainly “squeeked” Tony and his crew out of some close shaves with the ZPD and he helped Tony keep one thing constant. Never having to “whack” more than he wanted and Tony wanted to certainly “Whack” nothing.....save his own dick....or.....or Fevel’s depending on his mood.

      He allowed Fivel a moment to rest his head on his shoulder and get in a snuggle...”Ok Filly...let’s focus now.” Tony said as he lightly pushed Fievel off. “So what’s on the agenda for tonight huh?”

      Fievel pulled out his encrypted smart phone...”Let’s see....three contract boosts by the owners and three “Lotto tickets” (Lotto tickets = snatch and grab any car that looks good for a return) Two out of the three had their security systems disabled....the third....no joy but I have the wiring already saved.”

      Tony casually looked around. “Hmmm....look at that one across the street? That nice black one with the soft top? What do you think?”

      Fievel snapped a quick picture of the car as he and Tony walked by on the other side of the street. “Gimme a bit to see what it is?”

      “So?” Tony asked as he stopped about fifty “mouse-yards” from the target car. “Did you check on Manny’s request?”

       “Mmmm...mm!....She’s legit all right.” Fievel replied as he browsed his internet connection. “Be patient “Tone Tone”....reception sort of sucks around here.” Fievel said as he held his phone up to catch a signal.

      “You’re making yourself obvious Five?” Tony warned. 

     “I’m out for a walk with my ever loving sibling.” Fievel replied smiling. “Oh...kaaaaaay.....got it. It’s a Mouse-er-rotti Mark six with a six barrel twin cam turbo, you can tell by the hood scoop, the engine alone is worth around “150 grand” alone on the open market before 5,000 mouse miles and depreciates ten grand for each thousand after that.”

      Fivel swiped his screen back to the picture of the car. “Nice to have an enhanced lighting chip with this phone.” Fievel showed the picture to Tony. “She certainly looks “cherry” still.”

     Tony looked at the photo again, played with the magnification, then frowned....”Oh gawd damn it.” He snorted.

     “Huh?” Fievel asked. “What?”

     Tony pointed to the tires...”It’s a fricken bait’r car.”

     Fievel studied the tire lugs and sure enough...they were the specialized detection lugs used by the ZPD on their own cruisers to prevent tire and wheel tampering and to “trace” the car even if all the other alarm and detection systems had been broken. “Well fluck a chuck in cheese.” Fievel snorted. “Probably a drug snatch too.”

     Tony smiled and scratched Fievel’s head...”It’s ok....onward and upward kid.”

      The two mice went back on the prowl again. “Hey “Tone Tone”?” Fievel asked. “Why do you want to get “made”? Don’t we do just fine like we are? I mean you are “the boss” of your own crew, why go through all the trouble of wanting to be noticed by any of the Shrews?”

      Tony raised a paw finger....”Two things my little “teddy bear” Tony said with affection. “One is I do have some Shrew in my blood on my mother’s side of my family and number two? Greater possibilities. Hate to say it but we’re bumping the glass ceiling of the criminal room, we are as “top” as we can get in the un-incorporated world. “Getting made” opens up all kinds of new diverse options for us...all of us.”

     Tony looked around and slowly pulled Fievel into a hug...”For both of us “mi adore”...” Tony said as he planted a soft kiss on Fievel’s lips. “Getting made? I can take it easy and lavish you the way I want too... can’t do it now for “Obvious” reasons which I hate so much.”

      Fievel pushed himself away....”Yeeah...let’s keep our focus before we do something stupid and waste like the whole night? Still want to get to bed at a reasonable hour you know?”

      “Lead on there “Mouse-with-witz”.” Tony said as he walked with a confident strut. “Yup! I can not wait for the phone call or that nice decorative letter Five, I can feel it tingling my paw fingers you know? I got “Clear-voy-an-say” about it....it’s coming really soon.”

      Fievel knocked a fist off Tony’s head....”Zootopia to Tony? Target in site, our first contract car?” Fievel said with a pointed paw towards a car parked in front of a bar...

     “Git.....the fluck.....out of here?” Tony replied as he looked at the beat up car. “Yer fricken shuckin me here? That car?”

     “Yup.” Fievel replied. “Here’s the picture.”

    Tony snorted...”No....that there? Is a fricken snit box! Look at it! All dented to fluck! No gawd damn way in hell.”

    Fievel replied....”That....snit box....as you call it? It might look bad on the outside but inside it is stacked with high tech electronics and a cream cherry engine that’s street illegal as sin. The mouse that owns it? He can’t have it around any more because of three triple “whack-a-cides” sed mouse and his crew did on two rival gangs with it. Can’t get the blood stains out of the trunk so he’s paying us twenty G’s to make it vanish. And.....and.....we keep ALL the money that will come from it. Parts, insurance....“kiss“ “

    Tony stood thumping his foot in thought. “So if we take it and the cops see it?”

    “They’re going to be coming on us like fricken hornets.” Fievel replied.

    Tony cocked his head like a German Shepherd. “Oh? Well I always say? Love a challenge.”

    “What bull snit.” Fievel snorted as he pulled a pair of leather gloves from his back pocket. “We need to do this like.....”

    “Boom!” Fievel was off running like crazy towards the car!

    “OH SNIT!” Tony yelped as he chased his younger lover. “SNIT! SNIT! SNIT!”

     Fievel whipped open the driver’s door, slipped into the seat, pulled the steering column cover, cut the electrical wires to the ignition, wire whip installed a button starter and slipped out of Tony’s way just in time for the bigger mouse to climb in, slam the door shut and flip the switch!”

“VARRRRROOOM! ROOM! ROOM!”

     And just in time....to make everything interesting....the owner came running out with his cell phone!

    “What the fluck is he doing!” Tony screetched!

    “Just go!” Fievel yelped back!

    Tony pealed the car out onto the street and took off! “Holy Snit! He’s calling the cops?!”

    “That’s part of the plan!” Fievel snapped. “He’s got to report it stollen!”

     “He could have fricken waited!” Tony yelped as Fievel pulled out a large bandana and struggled to get it around Tony’s face! “What the hell Five?! I’m trying to drive like fricken a hundred here?!”

      “I forgot we need to hide our faces!” Fievel snapped back.
  
     “Now you think it’s important you silly “Gabergeen”! Tony replied. “Tell Whistle and Styx we’re inbound!”

     Tony whipped his head back and forth as he drove like crazy through the back streets....”Did you check to see if there were any cameras?”

     “Not around that joint.” Fievel replied. “And a good thing too!” Fievel yelped as he smacked Tony on the shoulder...”BECAUSE YOU JUST BLEW BY A COP!”

     “Faaaaaarick me!” Tony snapped as he saw the bubble gum rack of the cruiser light off! “Can’t be all boring nights right?!” Tony snapped as he whipped the car around a tight corner!

     Fievel flipped in his seat to eye the police cruiser climbing up their butt....”He’s on his radio!”

     “No....really?!” Tony replied. “I thought he was lookin at porn on his computer!”

     Tony turned his head to the front just as another cruiser tried to cut him off from the right!

    “FRACK!” Tony screetched as he spun the wheel and side swiped the tail of the “snit box” into the front corner of the ZPD cruiser...

    “WHAM!” 

    “OOPS! BETTER CALL PAWCO!” Tony screamed out as he pealed down a street with the two cruisers chasing him!

     “It really gets fricken interesting when they call three!” Tony snapped as he spun out onto a main street past a cruiser that had just stopped at the red light....

     “You were saying?!” Fievel snapped! “GO! GO! GO!”

    Tony burnt a smoke cloud as he peeled out with three cruisers climbing up his tail! “If I ever get my mitts on that silly mouse who owns this car I’ll.....”

    “Yab, Yab, Yab....quit your bitching?!” Fievel snapped as he flipped the passenger side glove compartment door open and put a paw finger on a toggle switch....

    “Go down Hurricane Street!” The young mouse snickered.

    “WHAT?!” Tony yelped back. “That’s a dead end street!”

    “Just do it?” Fievel replied with an evil grin. “This is gonna be so cool.”

    “That face really scares me Five.” Tony snorted as he whipped the car around the corner and onto Hurricane Street with the cruisers in tow...

    “Keep the wheels strait?!” Fievel warned.

    “There’s no damn room at the end of this street Five!” Tony screeched.

    “Just keep the damn wheels strait!” Fievel snapped back as the buildings at the end of the street loomed larger and larger!

    “One........two........three........”click”

    Fivel flipped the toggle and the beat up car flipped off its’ right wheels and rolled on the left ones as it passed through the thin alley way at the end of the street!

     “OH SNIT! OH SNIT!” Tony screamed as he struggled to keep the car balanced! “What am I? Fricken Mario Anchovies?!”

     “WOOOOOHOOOOOO!” Fievel screamed as he stuck himself out of the car and watched the cruisers pile up behind on the dead end street! “YEAH! FLUCK YOU COPS!”

      Tony reached out and snatched Fievel’s pants...”Get back in here you silly snit!” He pulled Fievel back in as the car cleared the alley and flopped back down on all it’s wheels....

     “Damn!” Tony snarled as he gritted his teeth, shifted the car into a higher gear and tore down the empty side street towards the crew’s chop shop.

     “You ok “Tone Tone”?” Fievel asked.

     “No! I got my dick in my throat!” Tony yelped. “Damn! This car is fricken stacked!”

     “We can’t keep it now.” Fievel replied. “It’s volcano hot.”

     Fievel took out his smart phone and quick dialed Pixy Styx...”We’re a minute out!”

    “All set!” Pixy replied.

    Tony turned a corner, drove another 100 mice yards and rolled the car into the gang chop shop where a sea of mice stood waiting for the car to come to a stop. Pixy and Dixie slammed the doors of the garage shut and Tony and Fievel weren’t out of the seats before the mice inside the shop were “gang raping” the car with speed wrenches, air tools and flying paws...

     “Oh snit!” Tony gasped as he flopped onto the floor on his back. “Oh snit......huff.....huff.....I think I dropped a few pellets in my pants...”

     Fievel fell on top of his lover and gripped his shirt....”That?! Was flucken sweet! We had three cruisers “butt flucken” our bumper and “snap!” they crashed into each other at the end of Hurricane like the Key Stone Cops! Should have seen the car “Whistle”! Up on two tires?! I almost car surf’d!” Fivel exclaimed to Dixie as they watched the pile of mice ripping the car to pieces before them.

      Tony sat up and grabbed Fievel’s arms. “You almost got yourself whacked you silly little dick!”

      “This silly little dick saved your butt.” Fievel snorted back. “I had everything laid out Tony, you got all worked up for nothing...chill?”

       Tony sat shaking his head and scratching his black head tuft. “Score number one for tonight. Give me thirty minutes and we’ll go out again Five.”

      “Sure?” Fievel replied as he gave Tony a sipping bottle of water. “The next car shouldn’t be that exciting....but it does have a NiOx infuser.”

     Tony shook his head. “We are not “hooking” cops again. I swear I see some silly rodent coming out to make a phone call Filly and I will vent the flucker’s head, I promise you.”

     Fievel gave Tony a kiss on the head. “You’re so sexy when you’re pissy?”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
1am
July 14

       “So....so....dangerous....” Alvin thought as he gasped quietly while looking over at Theodore as he slept in his own bed in the far corner of the hotel room. “Gasp! huh!” Alvin inhaled sharply, putting his paw tight to his mouth to cover the sensation of Simon’s fingers piercing his anus. The older Chipmunk just came over, ripped off Alvin’s PJ bottoms and under-roos and laid naked between his legs sucking him off and finger banging him with no concern what-so-ever about Theodore waking up...

     Course he wouldn’t wake up? He slept like a rock, a bomb could go off and he wouldn’t be disturbed. But still seeing his face turned so he might see the incest going on had Alvin trying to push Simon off his prick...

    “Cut it out!” Simon demanded quietly as he batted Alvin’s paw off.

    “Simon!” Alvin snapped back...”Let’s go into the bathroom damn it!”

    Simon climbed up and slapped a paw over Alvin’s mouth...”Just shut your stupid mouth and enjoy it? I know you love the danger of it Alvin?” Simon said as his voice cracked from his heavy breathing. He kissed Alvin tightly...slipping his hot moist tongue almost to the back of Alvin’s throat as the younger chipmunk squirmed...

     “Mmmmm.....turn over Alvin?” Simon said with an evil smirk.

     “But?....” Alvin replied with worry as he gestured to their younger sleeping brother.

     Simon snarled....”I.....don’t......care....Alvin? Turn....over.”

End of Chapter 1