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

Chapter 5

Downtown Rodentia
Peppermint Street
7am
July 15

       Mickey and Ages came to a stop at the intersection between Pepperment Street and the Bannon Ave. cross street and passed through the scene tape that was strung around the broken armored truck that was still sitting where it flopped after the axels broke...

     Three sets of Fort Bronco cruisers and the crime investigators car were already parked on the street with officers slowly working with intense looks on their faces as Mickey and Ages walked up to the scene control officer, Sargent Marshy Hatfield. The female shrew waved to Mickey as he stopped to look at the armored car.

      “Morning Mickey.” Hatfield said as she walked up. “Ages. Morning.”

      Ages got on his paws and knees and looked under the armored car through the narrow space between the concrete and the bottom of the car’s base plate. “The axles are trashed.”

      “We have a “Biggie” (Large Mammal) coming with a pole and ropes to the barricade fence so we can remove it after the investigation.” Hatfield said as she walked around the truck. “Have you been told what happened?”

     “Nope.” Mickey replied. “We got the call about thirty minutes ago.”

     “Well let me bring you two up to speed.” Marshy said as she wagged a paw finger while she walked. “The car’s driver was on his way back to the cartage company after his evening run downtown to several medical marijuana dispensaries. His log book indicated that his last pick up was for both cash and some marijuana being sent back for package and purity checks because they had passed their effective shelf dates. All together by the time he smacked this speed bump? The truck had fifty thousand dollars in cash and about fifty grand in “product” (Packaged marijuana.”

       Mickey nodded. “A good load. So what led to this car getting so busted up?”

       Hatfield flipped open a note book....”The driver’s name is Skidlowski...Percy Skidlowski. Clean record all around, very trust worthy driver, no sign of life problems, no sign of serious money issues, his boss talks your ears off about him as a beneficial and important employee. Any way? Percy said he turned off his normal route back to the company because he came upon a stalled car angled across Bannon Avenue with two mice standing around the raised engine hood. He said that “spooked” him so he turned onto Peppermint and went a little too fast down the street. He admits to speeding but he did it out of caution. He went too fast and saw the speed bump too late. He contacted the bump at 35 miles per hour...hit it really hard and the axles on the truck fell apart.”

       Mickey smirked. “He hit a speed bump at that speed and just broke the axles?”

       “That’s what he described.” Hatfield said as she pointed to a nearby house on the street. “So....Percy follows the procedures. He calls the Cartage company, explains the situation, waits for a repair truck and a police cruiser to ensure the protection of the car contents. Everything’s just normal until Percy get’s “foot up the tail hole disease” and insults this mouse’s wife who came out see what had happened to the car. Out comes our very upset hubby, Percy insults him and...blamo! A street fight ensues between them.”

        Hatfield walked to the back of the armored car and leaned against the closed back doors...”Now....this gets more crazy. Car 54 from Fort Bronco shows up, they see the street fight and they jump in. Officer Toddy gets shot by Officer Muldoon’s taser. Officer Muldoon gets assaulted by the wife of the angry husband with a rolling pin while the husband is chasing after Percy and chew pieces out of his butt.....it’s all completely as stupid as “Punch n Judy”.”

      Ages groaned. “I can imagine the insanity involved. Ok? So we got the call to come here why? I haven’t had any kibbles this morning. When I have no Kibbles? I get super cranky.”

      Hatfield turned around, snatched the handles of the back doors to the inside of the armored car and pulled them open....”VOLAH!” She snapped with a gestured paw!

      Mickey and Ages looked inside....”Cleaned out?” Mickey said as he looked around the inside...”They cut through the floor?”

    “Nice.” Ages said with a smirk. “Can we go inside Marshy?”

    “Yes.” Hatfield replied. “We already swept through it. They thought of everything. You should have seen the amount of fur follicles thrown around the inside. Rat, mouse, mongoose, muskrat, raccoon, fox, I mean they must have visited every trim and grooming shop in Zootopia. The thing was totally contaminated evidence wise. We bagged up all the fur and sent it to the lab for what good that will do us.”

    Mickey stood at the hole cut into the floor plate. “They got the whole smack huh? fifty thousand dollars in cash and about fifty grand in “product” you said?” Mickey asked as he looked down into the sewer line under the car.

      “Yup.” Hatfield replied. “They planned this out pretty well. Must have tampered with the car at some point before it hit the speed bump. We’re working on finding out if the stalled car on Bannon had anything to do with this “set up” wise.”

      Ages looked down through the hole and into the sewer line. “Has the sewer been swept through yet?”

     “So far we’ve found nothing. Like I said...these mammals planned this heist very well.” Hatfield replied.

      Mickey nodded as he looked around the inside of the car...”Where’s the driver?”

      “In the lock up.” Hatfield replied. “Two counts of assault, one count of assaulting a police officer. He bruised Muldoon’s tail”

       “Was it an improvement?” Ages snickered. “We should talk to the driver. Did you get a first account deposition from him Marshy?”

      “Yes...I’ll text a copy to you.” Hatfield replied.

      Mickey tapped a foot. “We should look at the maintenance records too and get a good look at this car once they get it off the ground. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find something on the underside of the bottom plate.”

      “Did the driver give you an account of everywhere he stopped during his run?” Ages asked Hatfield.

      “Yeah...standard pick ups, a few places to drop a deuce or two, the usually need pastry and coffee break...nothing out of the ordinary for his line of work. We’re looking for every camera that might have caught the truck.” Hatfield replied.

      Mickey pursed his lips...Bottom line is? We’ll jast have to wait till they get stupid with their winnings. You don’t take this much cash and product and don’t go stupid with them We’ll be patient and  let these “rodents” reveal themselves to us.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
7am
July 15

     The pot and the soft sound of Mink Floyd in the dim red lighted bed room gave sweet accent to the tender gay love making between the two young mice as Fievel rocked himself back and forth against the hips of his older and taller lover...

Us (us, us, us, us) and them (them, them, them, them)
Life is nice......for us ordinary mice.
And you (you, you, you)
gawd only knows
It's not what we would choose (choose, choose) to do (to do, to do)
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat
And the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

        Fievel turned his head to the side and breathed in a long drag from the pot blunt Tony held for him as he screw’d Fievel’s tail hole from behind...

      “Not too much at once Filly....” Tony said as he bent himself over to exchange a loving dance between their tongues and lips.

       “Uuhhhhh.....” Fievel moaned. “This pot is really good.” He kicked his legs wide out to their sides on the bed, wrapped the blankets around his paws and slap himself harder against Tony’s thrusting hips to feel his mate’s cock slam him in the prostate...

      “Ah....I needed you bad “Tone Tone”....gnah.....ugh.....ugh....flucken tear me up please?! Fievel said as he pushed his rear snug against Tony’s groin...”Mmmmm it feels wonderful....ugh... uh fluck!” Fievel said with a light giggle...”And I’m so flucked up right now...and...and...”giggles”....I’m so happy.”

       Tony wrapped his arms around Fievel and gently pulled him up so he’d sit impaled on the teen mouse’s hard prick while sitting on his lap...”After last night? I’d take the week off just to please you kid.” Tony said as he thrusted slowly to the music.

      Fievel gasped and sobbed softly as he drapped his arms over Tony’s shoulders....”Uhhhhhhhh.....I love you “Tone Tone”.” The young mouse said as he lolled his head back and listened with his eyes closed to the music...

Up (up, up, up, up)
And down (down, down, down, down)
And in the end it's only round 'n round (round, round, round)
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
"Listen son", said the rat with the gun
There's room for you inside

      Fievel’s mouth hung open and he quivered in a dreamy state as he pumped himself over the thick teen mouse cock...pulling his lobes apart and chewing his tail in his mouth...

      “Ohhhhh.....oh yes......yeah...."Tone Tone”......Mmmmm flucken pound my ass good......sssssssssssss......yes........”

       Tony’s teeth and lips explored of one of Fievel’s soft nipples and made the young mouse gasp and gulp air more in desire to be well screwed by his love....

     “Knock, knock....Hey guys? You awake?” Eric’s voice sounded from the other side of the bedroom door.

     “Ugh.....we are now!” Fievel snapped upset...”Damn! Doesn’t anyone ever sleep past seven when they’re told too?” The young mouse groaned.

     Tony giggled...”Calm down Filly...”

      “Calm?” Fievel snorted as he slipped off Tony’s cock....”Calm? I’m stoned out of my brain, I’m having the best fluck of my short young life and “boom” my high gets crashed....calm down?.....fluck!”

       Fievel stomped towards the bathroom groaning and cursing to himself as Tony wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to the bedroom door...

       “Morning Eric.” Tony said as he leaned against the door jam.

       “I messed up a moment didn’t I?” Eric asked.

        “Kind of yeah?” Tony replied. “Can you give us till like ten?”

       “Oh sure.” Eric replied. “No problem at all. I’ll....watch television or go back to sleep.”

       Tony scratched his head...”Oh yeah? The morning news...I almost forgot that I wanted to watch it.”

       “Typical for you Tone Tone.” Fievel said as he went through a draw to get some underwear. “Morning news is way more important than me again.”

      “Slam!” Fievel slammed the bathroom door behind him again and kept on complaining...

      “I really messed the morning huh?” Eric asked.

       “A little bit?” Tony replied as he gestured to the bedroom. “You’re? You’re not hung up on Filly being a little young in my bed are you?”

      “If shota’s your thing boss....it’s your thing. All I know is I made five grand last night and I don’t give a fluck about the private life of my boss who gave me such a sweet cut of the action. Go nuts with yourself, I won’t say snit.”

       “Good.” Tony said as he pulled his towel off and sat bald naked on the couch with his nuts hanging over the edge of the cushion....then you don’t mind my house rules. If I chose to flaunt? I’ll flaunt.”

      Eric yelped...”Damn boss...you’re dripping cum from your dick, do you mind? I know it’s your house but fluck....really?”

     “Hey? You agreed it’s my house, my thing?” Tonny snickered.

     “But your dripping snit on the floor...honestly Tony, cover it please?” Eric moaned as he turned his head...ugh....”

      Tony snickered back. “You were gazing pretty good at my package there Eric?”

       “I like females Boss! I have a girl friend! I love big female nipples and tight female pussy now please cover your cock?!”

     “Oh shut up and put on your speedoes dripy dick?” Fievel snorted as he chucked a pair of red speedoes into Tony’s face.

     “Fievel? I’m sorry I ruined your morning.” Eric said as he scratched his head tuft...

     “At least you have some great manors Eric. Some one else loves to leave me all edge and unsatisfied” Fievel said as he waddled into the kitchen in his red/pink undies. “What do you two want for breakfast?”

     “Unsatisfied?” Tony yelped. “You were bouncing yourself silly on my bouncy house lap you little “Pasta sfogila omosessuale”.”

       Fievel snorted back...”What....do you want....for breakfast?”

     “Dropped egg on toast.” Tony said waving a paw.

     “Same here Fievel.” Eric said as both he and Tony watched the television as the morning news hour came on....

     “This is Zee Oh Oh morning news with your hosts Tamila Tasmania, Paulo Porcupine on sports and Dwayne Otter with your weather. And now in our downtown studio in Zootopia Center...here is Tamila Tasmania...”

Tamila: (In a British voice) Good morning Zootopia, the time is 8am, it looks to be a beautiful day all around with a non-stormy day in Tundra Town, here are the top headlines of the hour...

Police in Little Rodentia this morning are investigating a daring early morning armored car robbery in the downtown suburb of Peppermint Way. A gang of well organized criminals robbed a marijuana dispensary service car of an estimated one hundred thousand Zoo Dollars worth of money and medical marijuana. For more details let’s go to our on the spot reporter Miss Mini Mouse....Mini?

Mini: Good morning Tamila...police officials say that this armored car behind me was cut into by the thieves early this morning in a well coordinated plan that disabled the vehicle then allowed the criminals to....

    Tony snickered as he took his breakfast plate from Fievel. “I swear if she was a male? I would so pound that ass of her’s good!”

    “Do you mind?” Eric snorted. “I’m eating?”

    “Prude.” Fievel snorted. “Sheesh Tone Tone...I wouldn’t touch her. Her voice is fricken annoying. Sounds like small cats being ground to death by an egg beater. I couldn’t get off to a voice like that.”

Mini: The theft of the contents of the armored car is a blow to the medical marijuana industry in Little Rodentia says it’s main proponent, Rodentia’s Zootopia City Counsel representative Bernabee Shrewdars. Mister Shrewdars? Explain why this is such a negative impact to the community? 

Bernabee Shrewdars: It is a grave act of cruelty and injustice to those who need this medication not to mention the increase in insurance premiums for legitimate business-mammals and the sure to come costs of increasing security for these delivery vehicles. I’ll tell you who will not feel an ounce of concern or compassion for the hundreds of our Rodentia citizens in dire need of these high quality and safe medications...The scum who stole them! I of course have always been an advocate of increased vigilance of the behavior of our police but in the case of these vermin, these dirt bags, these low life scum....

      Tony grabbed the television remote and clicked off the TV...”Oh go fluck yourself you old douche bag! “Legitimate business-mammals”...give me a flucken break you “gocciolante in eccesso dalla fica di tua madre!” You!”

     Fievel smirked. “Yeah....you tell that TV that can’t talk back Tony. Give em what for!”

    “Dumb flucker.” Tony snorted. “You know who the criminals really are? These douche bags running these so called “legit despensaries” that jack up the cost of their product way over what it’s really worth! They’re worse than the pharmacies around here! They’re the one’s pushing mammals to use cheaper street garbage under the guise of “compassion” by making their “high quality safe medications” too expensive for the average “Joe and Jenny mouse.”

     Tony stomped around the living room....”Low life scum...I don’t repackage their stuff and sell it at four times the cost to rodents who honestly need the pot for medication! And most of the customers to those “dispensaries” are lying out their tail holes about their “ailments” any ways! They take their daily dose of pot that should be going to real rodents with real ailments! Fluck you...you old, dried up, Shrew fluck!”

    Eric waved a paw...”Hey Tony...calm down?”

    “He’s on a steamer Eric. Let em blow it.” Fievel replied.

     “Five! What do I do when I find out a customer has a real honest medical problem? Tell Eric?”

      “Gives it away at a dirt cheep price.” Fievel said pointing a paw finger.

      “Damn right!” Tony snorted back. “Damn right I do! “Low life old scummy, white frizzy hair’d fluck!” “Vai a sederti su un dildo di drago e sanguina a morte, vecchio cazzo!”

      “WOE!” Fievel yelped. “Underage here Tone Tone! My tender big mouse ears! I’ve been hopelessly corrupted!”

      “I don’t want to know what you said Boss.” Eric cringed.

      “Of course....to offset the cost of my generous love of the afflicted...I gotta make up the profits some place.” Tony said.

      “He makes regular users pay out their ass for quality snit.” Fievel snickered. 

      “Your damn right!” Tony replied nodding. “Still....a little less than the cost of these little “legit” cooperate thugs calling themselves compassionate medical experts...”Oh...I got an in grown paw nail, I need my medication....boo whoo...." Slap you silly you lying poser fluck!” Tony sat on the couch and went back to eating his breakfast...”Ugh...now my egg is cold....fluck me.”

      “Boss? Are you done exploding?” Eric asked.

      “Yes Eric...you may turn the television back on now.” Tony replied with a paw wave.

       Eric turned on the news again and Bernabee Shrewdars was still talking to Mini Mouse....

       “Does this crinkled old Shrew bastard ever shut his damned snoot?!” Tony huffed as he stood up. “That’s....it! My whole morning is trashed! Old screw face there has managed to give me Agita and limp dick....I am going?..... Back to bed! Filly? If you wanna come back to bed? You better bring some lotion because I don’t know if I can “get it up!” the rest of the day now....ugh...scum bag? That’s an old shriveled up Shrew who couldn’t please a fire hydrant if he went on a hump-a-thon....Oy!”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
9am
July 15

     Alvin felt his body shake and slowly opened his eyes to see Theodore looking down at him...

     “Morning Alvin!” The youngest brother said cheerfully. “Boy did we sleep like rocks!”

     “Alvin?” Simon’s voice sounded...”Why are you in my bed?” Simon asked as he sat up and rubbed his face. “Good morning Theodore.” Simon said to his little brother.

      “Boy! I feel absolutely great! We’ve been getting up way to early you two! A good twelve hours worth of deep sleep? I am so ready to tear up my drum set!” Theodore chirped with excitement. “What doy ou guys want for breakfast? I’ll call room service and pay for it.”

       “Theodore?” Alvin said with a gesturing paw extended.

       As Theodore walked up to Simon’s bed...Alvin gently rubbed his little brother’s face...”Good morning Theo...I love you.”

       Theodore giggled as he rubbed Alvin’s paw...”Thanks Alvin. I like to hear that...especially from you.”

       Simon was sitting up to put his Blue sweater on...”You still haven’t answered my question Alvin? What gives with you sleeping in my bed?” Simon whispered. “Did you tail hole need a new calibration?”

       “No...” Alvin replied snorting. “I had a nightmare last night and it was so bad that I pissed all over myself. Did that just make you happy Simon?”

        Alvin slipped off the bed groaning. “I had a bad nightmare last night and pissed myself ok? Did that make you happy Simon?”

       “I was just surprised to find you next to me, that’s all.” Simon replied as he sat on the side of his bed. “You know? I actually feel fresh? Maybe we should sleep more than the eight hours we try to get.”

      “It didn’t help me last night.” Alvin said as Simon grabbed a paw.

      “It had one nice effect.” Simon said smiling. “You’ve never been nicer to Theodore than a few minutes ago. You know how any attention he gets affects him? That was awesome of you Alvin.”

      Alvin smiled a little. “Nothing like a peak of sunshine through my otherwise glaring self confidence and smugness huh?” Alvin said as he walked over to his bed and grabbed his sweater....”So! What’s on the agenda today!”

     “Today...we go and start practicing in the park stadium for the concert.” Simon replied. “I have to meet with the acoustics manager and the choreographer to address the equipment placement and the scene details.”

       Theodore walked to the room door to answer the bell and allowed the steward to bring in the breakfast cart. “SERVICE!” He yelped enthusiastically as the big cart stopped in the center of the room...

      “Theo!” Alvin yelped. “This is too much!”

      “For you Alvin? What’s “too much”?” Theodore said as he hugged Alvin and gave him a peck on the cheek before he snuggled it. “Thank you for making me happy this morning Alvin?”

      “Ok....ok.....Theodore....we’re not getting married you know?” Alvin kept to his character as he gently pushed Theodore off. “Why don’t you go first since you spent a splurge on the cart?” Alvin said as he walked towards the bathroom. “I’ve got to shave my face.”

      “What?” Simon reacted. “You’re too young to shave Alvin?”

      “Oh....what ever Simon...drop a deuce or something but I have to go to the bathroom all the same so dig in!” Alvin chirped as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door...

      Sitting on the toilet...Alvin pulled out the flip phone and looked at the messages....

      “And what are you doing today?” Came the text from Jackal.

      Alvin answered....”Practice at the park stadium today. Probably all day.”

       Two minutes went by before the phone buzzed....”Excellent...You “will” make an excuse to get away for a bit before you go. We have a contact you should make a visit to at the stadium.”

       Alvin text’d back. “Isn’t that a little dangerous? Can’t it wait till tonight?”

       Jackal replied....”When we tell you to flucken dance you little bitch? You put on your tap shoes and fricken dance. Understand? And what’s wrong? You didn’t try to get your brother to fluck you this morning? Are you losing interest?”

      Alvin wanted to explode text but he gritted his teeth tight....”When and what time should I meet you?”

     “Worry about it when it comes. Have a nice morning.” Jackal replied.

      Alvin dropped the phone into his sweather pocket and sat brooding. That confirmed that the cameras in the room were “live feed”. Perhaps? Just perhaps he could goad their locations from Jackal with “A little action.”

     Simon saw Alvin come out of the bathroom whistling and smirked at him. “Did you need baby floaters?”

    “Do you always need a sepository?” Alvin snapped back. “Let’s see what’s on the grub truck here shall we?” Alvin said cheerfully as he paw picked over the food...”Hmmm....apples? Strawberries? Nuts? Jam? Sheesh Theodore....you ordered a sweet spread!”

    “Thank you very much Theodore.” Simon said as he softly kissed Theodore on the head, getting the youngest chipmunk to giggle joyfully.

     “We need to sleep like this more often! I’m ready to break my drum set and pound it into the ground!” Theodore yelped with a look of determination. “WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!”

     Alvin playfully pulled up his sweater and wiggled his “tighty whites” in Theodore’s face...”Pound away on my drums Theo!” He yelped!

     “Get your fat butt out of my face!” Theodore snickered as he booted Alvin’s behind! “Let’s work ourselves silly so we can sleep like rocks again!”

     “Good sleep has created a little monster.” Simon said smiling.

     “He’s got the right attitude Simon.” Alvin said as he jabbed his older brother. “How about you “pound my drums” with the same enthusiasm?”

     “How about you finish eating, we get to practice and then if we have enough time.” Simon said with a paw finger pointing in Alvin’s face.

Downtown Little Rodentia
ZPD Precinct Six “Fort Bronco”
“The lock up”
9:47am July 15

      Mickey and Ages entered the interrogation room where Percy Sidlowski sat at the table in a pair of white paper coveralls. There was no need for restraints, he sat with his hands patting the table looking more exhausted than willing to cause a fuss...

    “Ah....good morning.” Mickey said with a paw wave. “I’m Officer Mickey Oswald and this is Inspector Ages. We’ve both been assigned to the case involving your car.”

    “That fight was so stupid of me.” Percy said. “I allowed my car to be robbed.” The mouse said drooping his ears. “So....so.....stupid of me.”

    “You’ll be happy to know that Mister Chedder doesn’t want to press any charges over the fight if you’ll reciprocate.” Ages said.

    “Yes...tell him please! Oh my favorite cheese that? That was so dumb! I insulted his poor wife...me and my stupid mouth.” Percy said. “I want to help you guys as much as I can on this...trust me.”

     Mickey opened his note book. “We should start with the obvious question...why did you take Peppermint Street so fast? I can understand that a car blocked your way on Bannon but you were doing 35 in a twenty with ten at each bump.”

   “Well when you see that car stopped at an angle on the street like it was parked?” Percy replied. “Training kicks in. When I came onto the company as a driver years ago...one of the first things the instructor told you was that an abnormally parked vehicle with mammals around it should always be taken as potential trouble. I caught a glimpse of the mice looking into the engine of that car and they spooked me so I took off! And yes...I did “book” it down Peppermint, I admitted to the first officer I talked too that I sped to get distance between me and that car, speed bumps were the last fricken things on my mind.”

     Mickey nodded. “Can you describe the car?”

     “It was a four door “Mouse Cavill” black top deep color car....black or dark blue. No plates. It had no plates on it.”

     Ages hummed....”Stolen. And the mice? Did you catch any look at the faces? What about body types?”

     “Short and dumpy...” Percy replied. “Normal every day house mice. Both were multi-colored...I know one was white patchy in the face. One wore a dark vest, I know that. Another I think had a tie....maybe a bow or short cropped neck tie. That mouse had an eye patch over his right eye.”

     Mickey gestured to the door...”Cup of coffee? Water? something to eat?”

    “Oh yes....coffee please?” Percy replied.

    “Did your car give off any indiction it was mechanically faulty before you hit the speed bump on Peppermint?” Ages asked.

    “Nothing at all.” Percy replied. “I know that was an old car to be driving but that’s what the company could give me for my shift. I signed the authorization acceptance form after my own inspection before I left and I swear that everything about the car was normal, I found nothing wrong with it.”

     “Yet the axles broke when you struck the first speed bump.” Ages replied. “Once again I ask you Mister Sidlowski...did you know or feel anything different about the armored car before you hit that speed bump?”

     “Nothing at all Inspector.” Percy replied as Mickey handed him a coffee...”Thank you officer Oswald.”

     “It’s all right.” Mickey replied. “I looked at your employment file and didn’t see anything that would flag a problem. Your employer also had nothing but good words about your years of performance. These are just standard questions of course, you know your rights...Do you have any problems at all? Anything to disclose? Gambling issues? drugs? Are you being threatened?”

    Percy shook his head. “No....I have a very good life, honestly, I’m a boring “church mouse”...I don’t even go to bars. I don’t want to toot my horn like crazy but my boss pulls no cheese chips when he speaks about me, I’m his most dependable mouse but....I wouldn’t be shocked if he fired me for this little fluck up.”

    Ages patted Percy’s paw...”Let’s go over the route and try to figure out when your truck got “jacked up” because at some point along the way? Your truck got tampered with for sure and these rodents knew their stuff. Try to remember even the most meaningless looking detail along the way for us ok?”

     “Sure thing.” Percy replied. “I have a very good memory, trust me on that. I started my run at ten pm. I went to the “Hearty Grow Box” on Scratch Post Street. The “Harvest Haze” on Maze Bvld. The “Sweet Meds” on Closterburg Street. “Herbal Buddies” on South Claymore Street then to the “Sharing Bakery” on Tinker Toy Way before I stopped for coffee at “Hava Java Trails” on North Venture. After that I drove onto Bannon, encountered that stalled car, turned onto Peppermint and... wham.”

      Ages wrote everything down on a pad of paper and slid it to Percy. “Can you estimate how much time you spent at each location and anything else? Any rodents who were hanging around these places? Anything that just caught your eye?”

     “Of course.” Percy replied. “Whatever you rodents need to catch the bastards who’ve screwed my life up.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
11am
July 15

     It was cuddle time.....Fievel lying atop his lover...gently suckling, toothing and playing fingers around one of Tony’s nipples as they lay in bed together...

     “Why do you have to be such a stubborn rodent Filly? It’s not like I’m asking Tanya to commit grand theft auto or larceny here, I really need her mathematical wizardry. What is she again? Anal...litic.....wha za snot?”

     “An analytical statistics trending major...” Fievel replied. “And fluck you, she’s not getting into our thing “Tone Tone”...”

     “Hey! Who gave you the right to disrespect your boss like this huh? Don’t you tell me to fluck off little Goombah!”

     Fievel raised himself on his paws and knees...”Fluck you.....boss.....she is NOT joining “Our thing”....fluck you......fluck you and again....fluck.......you.”

     Fievel leaned forwards and kiss Tony softy on his nose. “And if you persist? I’ll never let you fluck me again....period. Suffer in the desert of rejection....you “Pene asino infinitamente sessualmente perverso.”.......”Ummm.... hawt flucker.”

    Tony pursed his lips....”Sheesh....that was harsh.”
 
    Fievel kissed around Tony’s neck. “It wouldn’t last long though.”

    “Alright Filly.....alright....I “ak-quee-ehssss” or what ever that hundred dollar word I never learned means you know? Sigh....you can be such a little stinker when you want to be.”

    “It’s an art form.” Fievel replied. “I was...rethinking your Farkle idea and I think I found a new thing we could add to it to make it profitable from other gangs.”

     Tony smiled as he rubbed Fievel’s chest....”I’m all ears Five.”

     “We award bonus money on wagers as to how many roll cycles it might take to reach 10,000 points.” Fievel said. “Let’s say some “jope” says he can do it in 14 rolls? For each roll he saves...say he rolls 13? He gets a twenty Zoo Buck Bonus. But? If he fails? For every roll after 14 he has to make to reach 10,000 points? He pays double twenty Zoo bucks each cycle.”

      Tony smiled...”I like that....I like that a lot. And we could hold a tournament and open wagers on the floor! I like that!”

     “Thought you would.” Fievel replied as he played with Tony’s thick black head tuft...”I think you’d look nicer with curls in your hair.”

     “I’d be flaming brighter than a dumpster fire...don’t you think of messing with my dew.” Tony snorted.

     “Lemme try it just once?” Fievel asked with a pout. “Just to see?”

     Tony grabbed Fievel’s wrists. “No!....No.....you touch my hair Filly and you’ll get whacked.”

     Fievel smiled as he nuzzled Tony’s nose....”Is that “whacked” as in “dick whacked” or Whacked off”?”

     Tony grabbed Fivel by his shoulders, rolled him on his back and lifted his legs up....”How about my “Wack’in special” just for you?”

“Knock knock......”

     “Huh?” Tony gasped as Eric knocked on his bedroom door.

“Knock knock...”

     “Oh....what now?” Tony moaned. “WHAT?! CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND....”A COUPLE HOURS”?”

     Eric replied from behind the door. “Sorry boss....but there’s a small fry here who says he needs to see you “toot sweets.”

     Tony smirked...”Eliot? Tell the little guy to come in and sit down. I’ll be right out.”

     Fievel snorted as he sat disappointed on the bed. “Damn interruptions! I should post a “screw’in schedule” on the door.”

    Tony kissed Fievel on the head. “Easy my little miniature pit bull. Sit here and stay cute for me.”

      Tony emerged from the bed room dressed in a pair of black dress pants, a white collar shirt, a blue tie and black sneakers...”To what do I owe the pleasure of my “Squee Squeeze” showing his snoot?” Tony asked Eliot as the young mouse shifted in his chair...

     “I came to tell you that my boss? Is gonna have you whacked.” Eliot replied.

     “Yer snittin me?” Tony asked. “What the hell for?”
 
     “For your policy against him pushing Bambi in your turf.” Eliot said nervously. “And it wasn’t because of what you did to me...it’s because of “T’s Right”.

      Tony sat tapping his fingers on his sofa arm rest....”He’s lucky I let “T” live and go home. I’m getting tired of Shagro using cubs to push his dirty rape snit.”

      “You use cubs to push pot?” Eliot replied.

     “That’s “pot” kid....not “snit” to open some poor young mouse to getting their holes raped by a bunch of bastards while their brains are fried.” Tony said frowning. He reached into a pocket...”Put your paw out Eliot?”

      Tony put a hundred Zoo buck into Eliot’s paw. “Do you know how Shagro plans to whack me off?”

     “With palm lotion?” Eric snickered from the side.

     Tony gave Eric a seriously angry look. “Do I look like I’m amused here Eric? Shut.....your.....fricken.....yap.? Shut it! When I’m talking to some one? You don’t butt in....capeesh?”

     Tony leaned towards Eliot. “How is he planning to have me whacked kid?”

    Eliot sighed....”Your favorite pastry from someone close to you.”

    Tony was silent for a moment....”You’re sure?”

    “Yeah.” Eliot replied. “Three different “SqeeJee” members confirmed it. One was scoping around here for for a week and delivered the stuff and the payment for it. I swear!”

     Tony sat back in his sofa...”And no one followed you? No one knows you’re here?”

     “I was very careful.” Eliot replied as he rubbed his arms. “Tony? I’m scared.”

     “I can tell.” Tony replied. “I’ll get you out of here safe but you need to stay where you are with the “Sqees”. Act natural and keep those ears open for me ok? I promise we’ll protect you....when you feel ready to get out of the “Sqees”? You come and we’ll take you in, ok?”

     Tony leaned forwards, gave Eliot a gentle kiss on the cheek and slipped him another 200 Zoo bucks. “Thanks kid...be safe ok?”

     Tony then turned towards the bedroom door....”FILLY?! CALL STYX AND WHISTLE? TELL EM I NEED THEM HERE NOW! GAWD DAMN IT!”

Downtown Little Rodentia
ZPD Precinct Six “Fort Bronco”
noon July 15

     Mckey and Ages occupied an empty office usually reserved for officers going over case work and sat together studying the video feeds taken from the various stops Percy Sidlowski had made the previous night...

    “Nothing I can see from the “Herbal Buddies” dispensary that I can see. You agree Mick?” Ages asked as he reduced the feed and went to the next one.

     “Yup,,,nothing there.” Mickey replied as he sipped his coffee and walked around the room. “It’s obvious they didn’t do it at a dispensary Ages...to many cameras between the establishments and the streets. Unless by like there was a mouse hole in the parking spot.”

     Ages brought up what they could gather from the “Hava Java Trails”, which wasn’t much. The cafe didn’t have any external cameras itself. The internal camers were “out of position” to be of any direct use but had some clearance to catch outside the big picture window that had part of the truck parked in front. Street cameras weren’t very helpful yet Ages brought up the internal cameras...

     “Here’s one of the feeds that has the picture window Micky.” Ages said as his partner stood reading a bunch of papers in his paws....

     “Do we have the feed before the truck arrives?” Mickey asked as he walked over to the lap top.

     “Yeah. They grabbed it back an hour before the time Percy says he showed up there.” Ages said as he played around with the video player controls. “I’ll go back a half an hour.”

      Mickey reached over to his back pack and pulled out a bag of string cheese...”Hungry?” He asked Ages.

     “Mmmm....Sharp Cheddar...you know my weakness.” The mouse detective said as he chewed on the top of a cheese stick and played with his laptop. “Here’s one of the two mouse cubs Car 54 said they encountered in their report.”

     “Yeah...there were to of them giving Muldoon and Toddy a lot of sass. I was like that as a kid, loved teasing cops. It’s like a cub wide right of passage.” Mickey said as he watched the video.

       “Love the clarity of these digital cameras.” Ages remarked. “Remember how bad the VHS tapes were?”

       “Tell me about it.” Mickey snorted. “Remember we were so sure of that one arrest that we cuffed that female Shrew and it turned out the one on the tape wore a mop on his head?”

       “Don’t remind me?” Ages snorted back as he carefully watched the video. “Ok.....here’s one of the mouse cubs with his “Mouse-ka-ball”. Late at night and they’re out on the street....good parenting.”

       Mickey snicked...”Don’t fib and say you didn’t sneak out? I wasn’t always a good church mouse myself.” Mickey chuckled. “I mask taped car windows, left mouse pellets in bags outside doors, Scoped out females sleeping...and I’m considered the official face of the ZPD second to Justin?”

      “I couldn’t figure you a little “fur-vert”?” Ages said as he kept watching the video. “And here’s the other rug rat.”

     Mickey looked at the two playing cubs intently as a light shimmer rolled over the picture....

     “There’s the armored car....” Mickey said as he pointed. “And there’s Percy....”

     Ages smirked...”That cub’s asking for money.....woe...little potty mouth.”

     Mickey played with his lips as he watched Car 54 pull up and Muldoon and Toddy got out to talk to the two mouse cubs....

      “You seeing what the cub with the red hair tuft is doing?” Mickey asked as he pointed.

     “No......enlighten me.” Ages replied.

     “He’s looking pretty hard at the armored truck.” Mickey replied.

     “Hmmmm....isn’t he?” Ages said as he froze the video.

    “He’s looking....very......hard.” Mickey snorted.

     “You’re thinking a distractor?” Ages asked. “A look out?”

     “He’s certainly focused on it.” Mickey said. “Capture some images of him...see if you can get a good face shot? And get the other cub’s face too. Might be worth a close look.”

Rodent-Dendrum Bowl 
The Zootopia Grand Park
noon July 15

      Alvin walked over the stage strumming over his mandolin with Simon playing off his Stratocaster and Theodore leading the singing as they played “a cover” to test all the electronics and sound sequences being adjusted around the mouse size stadium...

Theodore: Chewing on a piece of grass...Walking down the road...Tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe? Some people say this town don't look Good in snow...You don't care, I know.

All three: Savanna Highway in the sunshine....Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine...You're gonna go I know...Woe...Woe....Woe...Woe Woe....'Cause the free wind is blowin' through
Your hair...And the days surround your daylight there...Seasons crying no despair....Alligator lizards in the air.

    The brothers kept on playing wordless music for ten minutes longer until Simon signaled a stop. Alvin turned around, walked up to Theodore and placed his paws on his little brother’s cheeks...

    “That was right on Theodore! Perfect vocals...honestly perfect!” Alvin said smiling which got Theodore chucking...

    “You’re being too honest Alvin.” Theodore replied bashfully.

    “Simon!” Alvin yelped.”Get over here and tell Captain giggle machine that his vocals were perfect?”

     “If Alvin says you were perfect Theodore...then bask in it?” Simon said as he rubbed his paw through Theodore’s head tuft. “I add my weight of positive opinion too. Let’s all take five and start up again for another session, I have to talk to “Trigs” Mackie about the stage resonance...didn’t feel strong enough.”

     Alvin snickered. “There he goes again Theodore...pulling out all those funny fifty Zoo bucks words again. You want anything to eat for lunch Theo? I’ll spot since you got breakfast?”

     “Yeah!” Theodore replied smiling. “A piece of Rappleberry pie and a “diet snoot” soda.”

      Alvin nodded and walked towards the stage stairs with Simon behind him...”Wait up! I’ll go with you!”

      “Nah! I can get things myself? You just stay and do all that technical talk. Won’t take me that long.” Alvin replied as he quickly ran down the steps of the stage, crossed the open soccer field and walked down one of the sub-basement entry ramps normally used by playing teams...

       Popping out the encrypted cell phone...Alvin hit the silent call send button and waited for the signal...

     “I’m in the basement.” Alvin snorted. 

     “Awwww....are we a little pissy today?” Came back Jackal’s scratchy voice. “You guys sound great!”

     “Never mind the flattery.” Alvin replied. “I’d like to get this done and over with quick. And can I ask a question that won’t get you mad?”

     “What is it?” Jackal asked as Alvin walked the maze of pathways that ran under the stadium.

      “Remove the stupid cameras in our room.” Alvin snorted. “You got your blackmail material on me and Simon. Give us some peace. I’ll even pay more of your stupid blackmail rate...I’ll add a thousand Zoo bucks.”

      “Awwww....But I have to have my daily dose of your cute butt Alvin? You really don’t admire your own body do you?” Jackal said evilly. “You really are hawt for a Chippy?”

      Alvin snorted. “The thought of giving you free shows every night makes me puke. If you want me to be your best drug mule than do something charitable at least?”

      The clicking of metal off to the side of Alvin’s head caused the chipmunk to freeze in his tracks...

      “I am being charitable....”Jackal snorted as he aimed a 45 pistol at Alvin’s head. “I’m allowing you to live.”

       Jackal threw an old construction worker’s lunch box into Alvin’s chest. “Deliver that to Mister Mackie the Technical manager and bring back our money.”

      “I want to talk to your boss.” Alvin asked. “At least let me know the top dog that’s using me as his snot rag?”

      Jackal pushed the pistol into Alvin’s head. “I AM the top dog you deal with you little cunt! And yeah....the monthly amount is now 3 grand Zoo bucks because of that rotten pussy mouth of yours now deliver the product, get our money and shut the fluck up!”

     “I hate you.” Alvin snarled hard. “Just know that ok? I hate your guts.”

     “Yeah...yeah kid. Move your stupid feet Chips.” Jackal snapped back. “I’ll be charitable and turn the cameras off tonight so your brother can fluck the snit out of yer pussy in peace. Just for you because I do have a heart.”

     Alvin snorted back as he walked with the punch pale in his paw. “Bastard...” He said under his breath.

End of Chapter 5