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 12

July 17
3 am
Some place....

The splash of cold ice water made Alvin screech as he tried to leap up...only to come crashing down onto his face! Obviously he was tied up. A pair of paws grabbed him by his sweater and threw him back against a wall!

“Good morning Princess snit head.” A grey mouse snarled as he stood looming over Alvin’s groggy form...”Wouldn’t want you to stay asleep during your funeral now would we?”

Alvin’s vision began to come back and he took stock of where he was at. It was a warehouse judging by the size of the cavernous space he was sitting in. There were rodents all over the place...most of them visibly armed with air weapons, pistols and rifles. He looked for Jackal and finally recognized him...on his knees bound and “snapping his trap” at whom ever was now holding them...

“YOUR LIVES AREN’T WORTH SPIT!” Jackal screamed at a young looking mouse who quickly repaid the impertinence with a punch in Jackal’s snoot!

“GUESS AGAIN MOTHER FLUCKER!” Fievel screamed back! He saw Alvin was awake and stomped over to give him a dose of his rage...”Morning stupid ass!” The young mouse snapped as he delivered a kick to Alvin’s balls!

“Ugh!” Alvin sounded as he doubled over and winced...

“Chippy flucker.” Fievel snarled. “Hanging around with Westy dicks will get you killed...which? which will happen to you very soon by the way? If I were you? I’d start making my mends with whatever you call a gawd. As for your rat friend? We’re debating what to do to him.”

Alvin raised a paw....”Please? Please don’t kill him? I....I’m in really big trouble and if you kill...”

“OOOF!” Air escaped Alvin’s lungs as Fievel kicked him in the stomach!

“Don’t ever tell me what to do again you stupid Chippy flucktard!” Fievel snarled as he walked back to where Jackal was tied up. “As for you? I’ll let you stew a little on your fate. What were you Westy rats thinking?! Did you honestly think you’d get away with whacking my Tony?!”

“Hey? Filly? Mind not screaming so much here? My brains still fuzzy from the knock out drops.” Tony said as he walked into the scene with a pair of shorts on...

“So? What’s the story there rat? You tried to put a hit on me with a grade school chump? Sheesh, at least get a punk who can shoot right you know?” Tony said as he stooped down to look at Jackal...

“So this is the Westy’s number two? Sheesh what a book worm this one...So you’re Jackal huh?” Tony asked. “What? Cat got your tongue or somethin?”

“DON’T HURT HIM!” Alvin snapped out!

“I told you to shut the fluck up Chippy!” Fievel screamed as he started walking with his fists balled up!

“Hey?! Filly? Calm down....” Tony said as he stopped Fievel. “I know right now you’re a little pissy but uh....relax ok?”

Fievel’s lips quivered...”They almost took you from me! Don’t my feelings matter to you?!”

“Course they do...” Tony replied....”They always do five? But seeing you this upset gives me distress. I can’t stand to see you upset. Please? Calm down?”

Tony didn’t hesitate to display his affection. He planted a sweet kiss on Fievel’s lips and gently licked his nose. “Now come on....relax and sit down ok?”

Tony walked up to Alvin and smirked at him. “So what’s your fricken excuse? Why you hangin with this Westy dirt bag? And nice sweater too...I’m a big fan of the Chipmunks too but?...that’s....not going to help you I’m afraid...So? Why you hanging with this dirty cat cock sucker?”

Alvin winced...”Because....without him, me and my brothers are a good as dead!......or worse....”

Tony leaned down towards Alvin’s face. “Kid? You’re dead any way right here. Do you think you can bring your rape snit into my fricken territory? Huh? You think you and your filthy Westy stinking rats can come here, try to “whack” me and then peddle your fricken rape drug as much as you please? You dirty flucks....Oh no.....no....no.....no.....kid? You and that cock sucker Jackal are dead!”

Alvin yelped....”If you kill me or him?! My brothers will be dead! Please?! Please just listen to me!”

“And why the hell should I?!” Tony snapped. “You stupid fat, nut crackin, Chippy fluck?! Huh? Why should I listen to your lies an bull snit?!”

“BECAUSE I’M ALVIN SEVILLE YOU DUMB BASTARD!” Alvin screamed out! Then he cringed expecting bullets to kill him.

Tony Toponi stood silent for a moment then broke out laughing! “Did you head this crazy little Chippy?! He claims he’s Alvin Seville! Really?! You’re thee Alvin Seville?! Oh gawds of Gorgonzola that is the funniest fricken snit I’ve ever heard!”

“I am Alvin Seville! Please?! You have to listen to me?!” Alvin begged as the Jickets laughed at him!

Fievel shook with rage....”Oh fluck this...I am so getting “The paper” for this crazy Chippy tail hole!”

“Hold on Filly!” Tony yelped.....”Hold on! If this is Alvin Seville? Let him prove it? If he can sing like Alvin Seville? He’ll get an ear and maybe a pass. If he doesn’t sing like Alvin Seville? We’ll shoot him full of pellets and I promise you there my sweet Chippy? We’ll miss the vitals for the first hundred rounds.”

Pixy and Dixie stood holding Jackal between them. “Hey Tony? What do we do with this piece of snit?”

“Let him watch.” Tony replied. “I’m still thinking of how to send him back to the Westy butt plugs. That might take some creative juice stewing, you know what I mean fellas?”

Moments later....

Fievel slapped a microphone into Alvin’s chest as Armando the rat readied the sound on his computer...”I hope you can sing?” Fievel snorted.

Alvin stomped a foot...”Well I certainly can’t sing with rodents threatening to blow my head off can I?!”

Tony stood with his paws in his pockets...”If you’re the real “nuts zen bolts” Alvin Seville? Even a few guns shouldn’t affect yah. I promise yah? If you screw up? I’ll shoot you in the brain just because I’m a real nice mouse ok?”

“I....I don’t know if I can sing with all these threats!” Alvin yelped. “Please?! You have to believe me!....”

Tony cocked his air pistol and pushed it in Alvin’s face! “See this nice mark in my ear kid? That was a pellet meant for my brain bucket! I don ‘t have to give you shit! Especially after finding who you keep company with! Now you better sing as if your life depends on it or I’ll make damn sure you suffer before you finally die....cupeesh?”

Tony turned away...”Everybody put their “pieces” away....give him a few minutes to calm down.”

Alvin was shaking like a tree in a wind, wincing as a small strem of piss pooled against his underwear....for a moment he felt like he would topple over and he leaned against a steel I beam column to support himself...

“Kid?” Tony Toponi said...”We’re fricken waiting here? Make with the lips.”

Alvin pushed himself off the column....shook himself.....and raised a paw as he closed his eyes.....”Let it rip.” He said...

The music began to flow around him and Alvin smiled softly...”Nice choice...” He said...”Simon? Theodore? If I fail? Take care of yourselves. I’ll always love you both...”

The note for the singing to start struck and Alvin let himself go.....

Each time the wind blows
I hear your voice so
I call your name
Whispers at morning
Our love is dawning
Heaven's glad you came

You know how I feel
This thing can't go wrong
I'm so proud to say
I love you
Your love's got me high
I long to get by
This time is forever
Love is the answer

I just can't stop loving you
I just can't stop loving you
And if I stop
Then tell me just what will I do

Fievel’s mouth dropped! Tony’s mouth dropped! Everyone’s mouths dropped as Alvin walked and danced slowly about the floor...

You know how I feel
I won't stop until
I hear your voice saying "I do"

This thing can't go wrong

This feeling's so strong

Well, my life ain't worth living

If I can't be with you

I just can't stop loving you....Woe! Woe! Woe!....
I just can't stop loving you..."And I can’t stop!...
And if I stop
Then tell me, just what will I do.......

I just can't stop loving you...

Tony jumped up waving his arms....”STOP! STOP IT ALREADY! DAMN!” Tony exclaimed as he walked up to Alvin...”Cheese n Crackers dip?! Alvin?! What......the.......fluck?!”

“It is him...” Fievel sounded.

Tony slapped Alvin off the head! “Are you stupid or somethin?! Why are you hanging with this filthy cock sucker?! Why are you pushin rape smack?!” Tony slapped Alvin again and the Chipmunk dropped to the floor crying! “What the fluck is wrong with you?! You have the voice of an angel making so much bank and you’re selling fricken dope used to rape females?! WHAT THE FLUCK ALVIN?!”

Fievel ran up and caught Tony’s arm as he tried to hit Alvin again!...”Stop hitting him “Tone Tone”!” Fievel them dropped to his knees and cuddled the crying Chipmunk....”It’s ok Alvin, no one’s gonna hurt you any more, I promise.”

Tony grimaced...”I demand to know what the fluck he’s doing selling smack for the fricken Westy’s....damn it Filly! We can’t let this go unpunished!”

Fievel shot to his feet...”Well what do you want to do Tony?! Shoot him in the fricken skull?! At least let him talk?!”

Alvin sobbed....”I’m being blackmailed!...If I don’t do what they want? My life’s over! They’ll kill my brothers! Our careers will be destroyed! I don’t know what to do!”

Tony turned and snarled at Jackal....”Oh I am so going to tear this flucker apart...you dirty rotten cat cock sucker piece of rat snit!....”

“Tone!” Fievel yelped as he jumped in front of his pissed off lover and held him still by his chest “Tone?! This doesn’t address the issue at paw here right now?”

Tony gasped....”Sigh......ok Filly? Spin the lips.”

Fievel looked at Alvin...”Blackmail? What for?”

Alvin took a deep breath....”Because......Because.....I’m......gay.”

Tony snickered...”I’ve always perceived you were a little in the light toe tapping degree there Alvin. Just saying?”

“And......I......well I......" Alvin paused. “I.....kinda enjoy sex with one of my brothers?” Alvin said as he sagged. “Whew”....”Now that I said it? I kinda feel better.”

“I don’t!” Pixy snapped. “Sheesh! Is it Simon or Theodore?”

Dixie huffed. “What difference does it make?! He’s banging one of em....I mean......eeeesh gross incest meter pegged you know?”

Alvin got angry....”The Westy Nimh’s had cameras in our hotel room and they got the “full show” in stereo! They’ll release all of it to the public unless I do what they want and pay them two grand a month! And yeah, I have to take their rape snit all over Little Rodentia. Don’t you think I hate myself to death right now?! Being put to death would be merciful if my brothers lives weren’t being threatened...”

Alvin grimaced and lowered his head...”Right now? I wish I was dead. I’m lower than snit.“”

Fievel walked up and rubbed Alvin’s cheek. “We’ll come up with something to help you....right Tone Tone?” Fievel begged.

“Yeah....yeah we’ll help you out of this. Just have to figure out how to play it.” Tony said as he scratched his head. “Ideas from the peanut farm here? Any one?”

“Yeah....” Jackal snarled. “You’re fricken dead and so is that Chippy cunt!”

Tony snarled to Dixie...”Tape that bitch’s snoot shut and cut off his fricken tail!.....wait?.....Don’t cut off his tail....we? We may need that intact.”

Armando walked up to Alvin...”So? They had hidden cameras in your room?”

“Yes...” Alvin replied.

“And they got a lot of footage?” Armando asked.

“Plenty to screw us with.” Alvin said with a shrug.

“And if you don’t do what they want and you don’t pay them two grand? You’re goose is cooked...hmmm?” Armando walked around tapping his head with a paw finger....”Hmm? Uh? Boss?”

Tony turned to look at Armando. “Whatcha got Mandy?”

“How about turning the tables?” The rat replied. “Counter screw the screwing?”

Alvin winced...”Please? Does everything being said in here have to have some dirty sex reference to it?!”

Tony cocked his head to the side...”Elaborate my genius rodent?”

Armando wrapped an arm around Alvin. “The Westy’s are holding this damaging stuff over Alvin’s head? What happens if they can’t use it?”

Tony smiled....”You have me hooked....continue?”

Armando waved a paw around....”Simple....We “out” Alvin to the media before the Westy’s do.”

Alvin screeched...."WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL MAMMAL?!”

“That’s the most stupid thing I ever heard!” Fievel yelped. “Why don’t you just go ahead and kill Alvin right now?!”

Armando waved his paws....”If everyone would stop screaming at me and let me explain this out please?”

“You’re the one wanting to “out” me to the whole damn world!” Alvin snapped! “That’s the most stupid idea I’ve ever heard in my life!”

“Alvin? Please?” Armando begged. “Just stop and listen?” He waited till everyone had calmed down....”Now? We have some friends in the news media and the police department right?” Armando stopped talking for a moment....”Some one get the Westy rat out of here?” He said as he pointed to Jackal. As soon as Pixy and Dixie dragged Jackal away, Armando continued...

“What we do is craft a big stink...or rather? Tony Toponi is going to craft a big stink. The balloon goes up bigger than a pink gas explosion....”Alvin Seville the flaming homosexual who’s having rabid sex with his brother!” And Tony has all the evidence...including? Incriminating photos.”

Alvin yelped....”This is crazy!”

“Trust me? It gets better.” Armando says smirking. “Now? Alvin and his brothers mount a vicious assault to destroy this rumor and discredit the low life piece of snit rodent bastard who came up with it, including all the fake pictures, to scam money...we’re talking high profile lawyer, libel court, a big fat food fest for the media wolves to eat upon. But in the end? Tony is a fake, fat, dirt bag punk liar. The story? Dies. Alvin and his brothers hold a victory news conference, gay and incest rumors are crushed, peace and tranquility is restored.”

‘
Alvin threw up his paws....”And the Westy rats still have their stuff, they throw it out into the world and yours truly and his brothers are dead. “Sheesh".....Great plan.”

“Not? If they can’t use what they have when it’s been made worthless?” Armando said as he leaned into Avin’s face. “He who is first to the prize? Usually spoils the road.”

“Wanna speak in plain mammal-eeze there pal?” Alvin snorted.

“It’s simple Alvin.” Armando said. “If we move first to expose you? Anything the Westy’s have will be worthless. If they try to put it all out to the public after we beat them to it? It’ll appear as if they’re just jumping on the band wagon for quick cash, it could even bring down the police on their heads and that’s the last thing they’d want. But that’s what they’ll get anyway because while we’re acting to screw your life up? We’ll be working with the ZPD to knock off one of our biggest rivals. Win, win all around for the team.”

Tony Toponi walked up smiling....”Holy snit....A “Counter screw on the screwers? Haven’t I always said you is the most intelligent rat of the age Mandy?”

“That’s what you pay me for Cappi.” Armando replied.

Alvin waved his paws furiously....”This is the most insane idea I’ve ever heard! We’re going to throw the truth out to the whole world in the hope that they won’t buy it at all! It won’t work?!”

“What’s the alternative?” Tony Toponi replied. “What you got yourself into Alvin is a dangerous business as it is. Right now? You have zero options of escape, the Westy’s don’t give rat tail soup about you or Simon or Theodore and trying to hide from them is a non-option. When the Westy’s think you’ve become worthless to them? All three of you are going to meet with a violent accidental death.”

     Fievel wrapped an arm around Alvin’s shoulders....”Look? Me and Tony have been doing sexual extortion rackets for years together, we know how to play the game and we can make this work and save your “street rep”. We don’t want you or your brothers destroyed by these scum bags Alvin...let us help you?!”

     Alvin sighed and sagged...”Guess I don’t have a choice...ok....ok I’ll do whatever you guys want but this is just off the wall stupid! Had to register my thoughts to the complaint department.”

    “Denied.” Tony snickered. “We’re criminals too...we don’t care about your complaining. Of course in order to help you out here? We’ll have to ask a small advance from you.”

     Fievel snapped...”Tone! You’re a prick!”
 
     Tony smiled...”In you all the time my dear number two. I said “small” about a grand to cover expenses and a free concert when all this is done? After all...us criminal artists deserve some monetary compensation for our work.”

     Tony stood before Alvin with his arms crossed. “Now....the first thing is...and I’m sorry Alvin? I’m gonna have to “whack” your Westy pal. Understand kid, this is business not pleasure. The rat’s gotta go “zip”. You don’t speak up for him, you don’t give a fluck about his crying.....nadda da......dead! Don’t even turn around to say good bye.” Tony turned around. “Ok....bring out that cat cock sucker.”

     Pixy and Dixie dragged Jackal out of a room and threw him before Tony...”Take a wild guess what happens next in this opera there douche bag?” Tony snarled. “Pixy? Dixie? Take this son of a bitch out of here and hit him with a car....better yet? A fricken truck! Make it look like a Mutual of Omapaw commercial you know? “You can count on when the goin gets rough.” kinda thing or whatever.”

     “YOU’LL BURN IN HELL TONY TOPONI!” Jackal screamed and screeched as Pixy and Dixie dragged him behind them! “YOUR DEAD SEVILLE! YOU AND YOUR BROTHERS ARE DEAD! YOU’LL ALL BURN IN HELL!”

     Alvin almost jumped with emotion but Tony stared him down...”What ever feelings you might have kid? You better let em die? That dirty rat may have said some sweet cakes in your ears but he would have put a gun to your head without a pause even if you gave him a nice blow job. He’s a wicked user son of a bitch and you were his “squeeze” that’s all you were to him.”

        Tony wrapped his arm around Alvin’s shoulders....”Now?! This is what you will do when you walk out of here...because when the Westy’s find out their drug selling contact, their hit squad and that late cat cock sucker are pushing up daisies? They’ll be coming for you. And you gottah know exactly how to act or? You’ll be a dead Chippy with extra meat sauce. capeesh?”

      Alvin shook....

     “Kid?” Tony said. “Stop making like a milk shake machine and pay attention ok? Everything’s gonna be ok.” Tony said as he looked at his watch. “Now? You separated from Jackal at 2:30am and you went home. You arrived at home at the time you’re going to get home and that’s all you’re gonna say to them.” Tony said. “Now? They might rough you up a little, bare a few teeth, throw things and try to frighten you but you stick to your story and put on a good scare act....even wet your undies, get em to laugh at you, re-assure them that you’re still their little bitch. Do you have an understanding Alvin?”

     “But....what if they don’t believe me?” Alvin asked.

      “Knowing you? You’ll have them well convinced, you sure can put out a good act...If you have to get creative? Tell em you came on to him and you two had some wicked sex, it’ll account for the time difference.” Tony said as he slapped his paws down on Alvin’s shoulders....”Look Alvin? We’re going to get you out of this, no worries! I know we look like a confusing gaggle of crooks and “whackers” but we’re pretty talented...right fellas?”

      Fievel snorted. “He’s absolutely bull snitting you. But we have to say yes or he’ll whack us.”

      Tony walked with Alvin...”Once again....go home....be calm and don’t panic. We’ll get in touch with you soon ok?”

      Alvin stopped to take a deep breath....”I hope this works.”

     “A little being positive goes a long way kid. Have faith.” Tony pushed Alvin out the door of the warehouse and waited till he was sure the Chipmunk was long gone...”Holy snit and wheat...We are fricken crazy! Mandy? You sure this fruit salad plan of yours can work?

      “You’re the expert extortionist here Cappi.” Armando said shrugging his shoulders. “I suggest we all get some sleep and hit it at 9am. That’s when Saul’s office opens up. And? And....do you dare enlist Officer Mickey in this?”

       “He owes me one big for saving his butt.” Tony replied. “I’ll chat with him. Level the table and see if he’ll get on board. And? We’ll need money for Saul won’t we?”

       Fievel waved a paw finger. “I’ll take care of that, you go back to bed and rest “Tone Tone”.”

       Tony scooped up Fievel in his arms...”Not alone I will. You and I can enjoy some “Nups” while we scheme this thing through.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
4:30am
July 17

      Alvin was so exhausted...he fell asleep on the toilet in the bathroom...which is where Simon found him as he gave his little brother a light slapping in the snoot...

      “Alvin? Wake up.” Simon said as he shook Alvin awake.

      “Duh?” Alvin voiced as he looked around groggy...”Wha time is it?”

      “A quarter to five. You stayed out late, knowing, mind you? that our first concert is tonight? Or did that slip your mind at some point during your frolic around Rodentia?”

      Alvin slipped between Simon and the bathroom door, for sure he didn’t want anything slipping out into the main hotel room where he knew there were probably still cameras. Even if Jackal had told the truth and they were gone? Alvin played things safe. “I just need a few more hours of sleep and then I’ll be ready to go Simon. You didn’t specify a curfew you know? Or maybe you’re leaking jealousy from your gash?”

    Simon frowned...”And what does that mean Alvin? I don’t care what you and your string tailed boy friend do with each other but you better keep in mind that what you do can affect Theodore and myself. You have a nasty habit of going beyond boundaries you yourself know as much as I do? Keep us all safe.”

      Alvin yipped...”My gawd “egg head”...you are so jealous?! I can see it right through your coke bottle nerdo glasses Simon! You are jealous of my finding a lover outside of “your” boundaries and you can’t hack it!”

     Simon slapped a paw over Alvin’s snoot...”Don’t talk too loud you little crazy “gimp”....you want Theodore to find out?”

     Alvin snickered....”For your information there...”Egg head”...my string tailed “love kitten” gives better mouth to snout action than you ever could. How do you figure out a blow job there Simon? Slide rules? “Pffft!” doesn’t help your performance at all. Perhaps you need to drop the dorky prune-ishness and look at some porn for once for proper inspiration.” Alvin snapped his paw fingers. “Burned “Eggy” and well done!”

     Simon snatched Alvin by the arm...”You want to know what I really think Alvin?” Simon snorted. “I think you’re pulling a bull snit play on us. I don’t think that rat is your lover at all. In fact? I’m going to be really watching you closely for any sign of an attempt to pull wool over my eyes or Theodore’s so if I were you? I would be really careful with how I walk around here for the next week or so? Maybe even longer?”

     Alvin pulled his arm away....”Sore loser much Simon?” He snorted as he turned and walked out of the bath room.

Knoxberry Farm
West Suburb of Little Rodentia
89 Spinwheel Drive
The Universal Cartage Company
Headquarters of the Westy Nimh’s rat gang
7am
July 17

      Shadesnout, The Westy Boss, lived in an apartment in the warehouse that had been converted from a gaggle of offices and supervisor’s meeting rooms into a comfortable two story living space where “Snouts” did most of his operating from. The deep gray colored rat was taller than most of his species and if you met him on the outside in the streets, you wouldn’t think such a mild almost non-offending rodent could be as ruthless as Julius Caesar nor as devious and evil as Lucifer, yet he ran the largest gang of killers and thugs in all Zootopia save Whitey Badger in Savanna Central or the five families in Tundra Town. 

      He came out of his bathroom after taking a long hot shower, shook himself free of water and wrapped a big terry cloth towel around himself as he reached for an intercom button on a stand near his couch...

      “Click”...."Locksley?” “Snout” said into the microphone. “Locksley? Get up here like yesterday please?” “Snout” ordered as he rubbed himself off. Locksley was “Snouts” Consigliere, his legal mammal but also his “second mind” on matters when he didn’t want to take the direct advice of his “second in command” who was Jackal. The butter cream colored yellowish mouse came into the apartment and took a seat near the couch...

”Good morning boss.” Locksley said with a bland look on his face.

     “Yeah....it looks like a nice day?” “Snout” said. “Instead Jackal isn’t here to give me my morning report. Have you seen him?”

     “No.” Locksley replied. “Not since last night. He and the “baggy bitch boy” were going to see that new distribution prospect Chochi. They probably stayed out all night.”

      “Snout” growled...”They better not have stayed out all night long, I told Jackal to conclude everything good or bad by 2am and walk away with one thing or another. That Chipmunk had better be bright eyes and bushy tail by the time he has to sing tonight.” “Snout” said as he poured himself a coffee. “Any news on getting rid of our “persistent problem” in the East Precinct?”

      “Nothing firm yet but there’s feelers out there that our hit failed.” Locksley replied. “There’s some word out of the Squees in the North that our boy didn’t nail Toponi.”

       “Jackal’s brilliant plan.” “Snout” chuckled. “Using a kitten to do a “whack”...absolutely fricken brilliant.”

       “Maybe he worries that you’ll be harsh on him so he’s delaying coming in this morning?” Locksley said with a paw gesture. “Yet our next profit increase in Bambi sales is giving us a nice cushion of cash on top of everything else?”

       “Guess I shouldn’t be so hasty with my words and thoughts.” “Snout” said as he paced around the apartment. “I want you to bring Seville here when you can, Locksley? Don’t call Jackal or tell him when he comes in...I want to talk to this “Juice Squeezer” personally.”

      “I’ll work it out Boss.” Locksley said with a paw wave as he looked thorough his note book where he kept everything from pay roll and pay out records to shipment records to every day notes...

      Suddenly....a rat came through the apartment door which almost got “Snout” grabbing a mouse magnum to give the ill thinking rodent a hole in the skull!....

      “Damn you Slider!” “Snout” snarled at the young rat. “Are you stupid?! Didn’t I say three, four, three door knocks or fricken what?!”

”Boss?! The rat yelped. “Jackal’s dead!”

     “Snout’s” face wrinkled from the impact of the phrase...”Dead?” He snarled.

     “Yeah!” Slider replied. “He got run over by a truck over by Ash and Senica streets. Seems he wasn’t careful for anything and stepped right out into it....the ZPD has the driver for questioning”

      “Snout” turned to his Consigliere...”I want you to confirm this. I also want you to send some one over to Chochi’s place. And? I want that little butt plugger “Chippy” Seville brought in pronto style. I want to make sure this was just a “simple little accident.” and that our “mule” didn’t decide to have Jackal “Whacked” as a way to wiggle out of his responsibilities.”

      “Yes boss.” Locksley said dutifully. “Right away.”

      “You think it was a hit boss?” Slider asked the Westy boss as he sat frowning over the loss of his number two...

       “That’s what I want to know.” “Snout” snorted back. “I should have never listened to that Jackal, he was good for business but some of his ideas hung on the edge of being too squirrelly.”

ZPD Little Rodentia Headquarters
Fort Bronco
7am
July 17

       Chief Justin stood with his active duty Sargent, a big mouse named Julio, as they watched the interrogation of a truck driver who turned the known number two mouse of the Westy Nimh gang into a piece of road pizza...

     “He checks out Chief.” Julio said as he pointed with his coffee cup. “Works for “Fed Rex” delivery, didn’t see Jackal until it was too late and “splooch!"one dead number two mob rodent. He said it looked like Jackal just jumped out....I’d call it a “Lemming” and let the rodent go.”

       Justin leaned against the glass...”Just for interest Julio? Get a warrent to check his Mammersonal (personnal) bank account for a sudden installment. I wan’t to make sure this was a simple accident or that Jackal just “off’d” himself.”

        Justin walked from the observation booth with Julio and made his way through the morning crush of shift change to his office...

        “How’s the armored car investigation going by the way?” Justin asked as he took a seat behind his desk.

        Officers Credit and Weezy took over the case since Officer Oswald is on the mend and Officer Acres is busy with a new rookie coming off of traffic “pro-bee” period. Officer Oswald instructed Credit and Weezy to investigate a young mouse named Jimmy Teodoro and they believe they found enough in his school records to push forward a warrant for a questioning session. They want your approval to go for it.”

        Justin thought....”And this is the youngster caught on the video camera at that eatery looking at something we think was the armor car robbery in progress?”

       “Well? At least the start of it.” Julio said. “We’re sure the truck axel’s were cut into at the eatery and Tedorio was part of the crew or watched it happen and knows who was involved.”

        Justin pursed his lips...”Mmmm....tell em to execute the warrant but refrain themselves from being too aggressive. Tell em to treat the youngster as if he was just a normal bystander...make with the cake and treats approch before they turn nasty.”

       “Yes Chief!” Julio replied as he saluted.

The home of Officer Mickey Oswald
7:30am
July 17

      Minnie walked up to the front door and opened it to see Tony Toponi standing with a candy box and a bouquet of red roses in his paws....

      “Ta dah! Good morning, good morning your’s truly is here to pay the recovering hero a happy visit. For the misses?” Tony said as he bowed and gave Minni the candy and roses.

       “Tony Toponi? I swear you’re trying to seduce me?” Minnie snickered as she allowed Tony through the door.

       “So where is officer Mick?” Tony asked. He walked into the living room where Mickey was sitting comfortably snugged in his PJ’s...”Yo? Morning Officer Mick. How you feeling?”

      Mickey chuckled....”Trying to hide what you did for me. Cut it out Tony.”

     Tony patted his chest...”What? I told your wife not to tell anybody! Sheesh...I should know better than to trust a beautiful dame to do anything for me, yah know? Was nothing Officer Mick. I just called some school friends, twisted a few tails, laid down some convincing lip smack and “Gaddah Gooch”....after all? You’re worth it.”

      Mickey smirked back. “Tony? Be honest? You’re not doing anything shady with your life are you?”

     Tony crossed his chest....”Absolutely not! I only do things for a legal advantage to me when opportunity shows itself, such as what you did for old girl Brisbey and her kid. You saved his life Mick and I’m glad you accepted the need.”

    “So it worked out all right?” Mickey asked.

    “The wayward son is home where he belongs. I still wonder if he finished pissing over himself after the performance your pals did on him you know?” Tony said as he took a seat. “I have another need though Mick and this is a real serious one that I need ZPD help on. A friend of mine asked for me to help him because of my own history and experience. But first? I need your confidence. None of this can get public ya know.”

     Mickey thought....”I’ll keep your confidence. But only because I owe you for saving my life. What’s the problem?”

Minutes later....

    Mickey rubbed his head and his big ears...”Wow....son of a cheese block....wow.....”

    “Grabs you by the tail hole snot don’t it?” Tony said as he rubbed his paws together. “They have the Chipmunk’s nuts in a big fat vice. Now? What I told my friend is that we can save Alvin and his brothers by do’in what’s called a “Screw the screw.” but we need ZPD assistance in what we’re cooking up. The big reward? We can help the ZPD take down the West Rodentia Nimh’s and we all know they are the absolute worst criminals around.”

        Mickey cocked his head. “Who exactly is “we” Tony?”

       “I’m speaking about myself and my friend who’s a close personal friend of Alvin Seville. Alvin came balling to him last night. Apparently some big rat from the Westies tried to make some gross sexual moves on Alvin and the “Chippy” ran to this mouse for protection. Sed mouse came to me this morning when I was out getting pastry. Now you know and I know that the Nimh’s are dealing “rape smack” all over Little Rodentia, the streets are a tsunami of fricken “Bambino juice” we could use save-in Alvin and his brothers as a cover to rip those bastard Nimh’s apart like rat paper, you with me?”

        Mickey played a paw finger over his lips...”All right. All right I’ll accept your story. I’m not a big fan of the Chipmunks but my wife and daughter are and this whole sordid tale would break their hearts. So what’s your intention on deterring the Westy Nimh’s from putting their information out?”

      Tony stood up and smirked...”Meet mister king dirt bag Tony who’s trying to scam money from the “Munks” with a bunch of “faked” photo and video shots. The whole shiz-bang’s gonna be a well crafted fake. The Westy’s stuff becomes instantly useless, then we pull the rug right out from under them and stab their fricken hearts out! Bust them, bust their boss, burn the whole freeking organization. You down for a little fun or what?”

      Mickey pursed his lips....”You swear to me again that you are “Not” doing anything nefarious at all.”

      “Gawd damn it? What do I have to do to convince you that I’m a normal workin slug? Perform lip surgery on yer privates? Mick? I’m talking about a take down that could make you Lieutenant and you “hard” me because I’m some sort of comic book super villain like Lex Loo-boar? Come on? I come from the streets, do I look like some zoot Suit high class Mafioso? Put my nuts in a cracker you...come on? Are you going to help or do I find an officer more “go getting“ than you?”

      Mickey smirked. “You know I always watch you?”

      “I expect nothing less.” Tony replied.

      “Fine.....fine, I am in if it will get me some rest today.” Mickey said waving his paws. “Bring what ever you need to run past me and I’ll see what the Department can cook up.”

       Tony reached over the recliner and gave Mickey a kiss on the forehead. “Gold doesn’t shine better than you.” He said softly.

      “Just be careful?” Mickey replied. “The Nimh’s are no grade school class.”

End of chapter 12