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 14

Skinny’s Chowder Shop
across from the Rodent-Dendrum Bowl 
The Zootopia Grand Park
12:47pm July 17

      Simon walked in and approached the table Alvin and Theodore were sitting at...

     “Ummm.....you guys? I have to talk to you in private.” Simon said as he nervously looked around the eatery.

     “Can’t it wait?” Alvin asked. “I’m enjoying this chowder. Get some Simon, this is the bomb!”

    “Yeah.” Theodore joined in...”The spices they add make it melt on your tongue Simon...”

    “Right....now.....you two...” Simon almost growled at them. “Right....now...”

    As Simon led his brothers down the street towards a park, he thought of just what to say....not so much for Theodore as for Alvin’s state of mind. Theodore had told Simon some time back that he knew Simon and Alvin were fooling around but Alvin didn’t know that and it was best to hope Theodore would catch on quick and play “dumb dumb” for Alvin’s sake. This was certainly going to make Alvin flip his lid and when Alvin’s lid was kicked off like a sky rocket? The results could be disastrous....

     Of course.....unaware Simon had no idea that Alvin already knew about the whole plot being laid out. Alvin’s job was to keep Simon from getting stupid himself and blowing the whole crazy scheme.

     Simon stopped in the park along a wood and brush choked trail where he hoped the three brothers would have a bit of protective privacy. He stood for a moment in silence....

     “Ok? You ruined our lunch, you dragged us out here and now you’re not talking....Uh hello? Simon? Egg head? Nerd? What’s up?” Alvin complained.

     Simon slowly turned around and sighed....”We’re facing some really bad things you two....” Simon said as he kicked at the ground with his foot. “There’s a big newspaper here in Rodentia? They’re.......they’re publishing a story.....sigh.......(growl) They’re publishing a story that.... that I’m having sex with Alvin.”

     Alvin pretended to gasp....”What?!”

     Theodore pretended to be shocked....”What?!”

     “I was accosted by a reporter from the damn newspaper. He claims he had solid evidence and even.......even showed me a picture.”

      Theodore looked at Alvin and Simon....”What do they mean? Sex? Incest?”

      “It’s a damn trashy lie!” Alvin exploded!

      “Simon?!” Theodore asked innocently. “It’s not true is it? I mean we know Alvin’s gay and he has a boyfriend but is it true?!”

      “No! No it’s not true Theodore!” Simon lied. “It’s not true! The picture he showed is a fake! You would know if it was true Theodore!”

      Alvin started to stomp off...”I’m gonna bite and kick the snit out of that reporter....that dirty tail hole....”

     Simon grabbed Alvin by the arm...”NO ALVIN! You’ll just make things worse!”

     “Well what do you want us to do Simon?!” Alvin snapped. “This will ruin everything! We might have been able to manage me “coming out” with my boyfriend but incest? These paper sharks will kill everything we’ve worked so hard for!”

      “You can’t go and kick the tail out of this reporter Alvin!” Simon huffed. As if on cue...Theodore dropped on his butt and started crying...

     “Damn you Alvin!” Simon gasped. “See what you did?!”

     “What “I” did?!” Alvin yelped. “I didn’t give the dirty rat anything! And I mean rat as in this reporter! Jackal wouldn’t tell them such garbage! We’re being shucked by somebody Simon!”

     “You hope we’re being shucked!” Simon growled. He turned to Theodore and petted his head as he sobbed. “Theo? None of it is true, I swear to you, me and Alvin aren’t doing anything. We’re not going to let these bastards get away with this.”

      Alvin huffed....”Sure genius....what’s your brilliant escape plan now?”

      Simon replied. “First? We find a good lawyer. Second? We wait for the first news reports to come out and then hit back with a strong public announcement. It has to be all three of us, Theodore? You have to be strong and back me and Alvin up on this. We’re going to crush these stories and then we’re gonna kill these bastards in court. They’ve messed with the wrong family of Chipmunks.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
1pm
July 17

      The sound of a toy clicker at the apartment door brought Fievel out of the kitchen....

      “Hi Manny.” Fievel said as he greeted the tall rat.

      “It’s all set with the Chronicle.” Armando replied. “Though the mouse acted as predicted the greedy little flucker.”

       Fievel smiled....”What about that video? You close to being done?”

      “Vomit throwing? No.” Armando replied. “But the video? Yes. Took a while to seam together the splice point from the video Alvin sent to us. Should be ready to be “e-bombed” to the Chronicle in about an hour or so. Where’s Capi?” Armando asked.

      “Tony’s having a private meeting with the Squee’s boss with Pixy and Dixie. You know the old saying? The enemy of my enemy is my paw in paw? Tony’s meeting Jerry to plot how to carve up the Westy’s properties after we wipe them off the map. I’m expecting a progress call from Alvin since his brother Simon should be spilling the beans on how flucked they are. That’s when I’ll direct them into Saul’s lap.” Fivel explained.

Little Rodentia suburb of Ashberry Park
Territory of the Sqeejees mouse gang
Boss Jerry Guyfano
1pm
July 17

     “You don’t like your Latte?” Jerry asked as he placed a plate of coffee biscuits on the table before Tony. “Sheesh....such trust Tony, like I’m going to whack you in front of the “dice n Slice” twins here? You hurt my heart brother, you really hurt my heart.”

     “Spare the snit spin Jerry.” Tony replied as he took a cookie and waved it around. “I thought I said I like “plain” coffee? Black and simple you know? I’m not into this “fancy fancy” tea. So? Maybe you ask why I asked to see you?”

      Jerry crossed his arms...”I didn’t have someone try to whack you. Nice repair on the ear. I can hardly see the scar.”

       “I didn’t accuse you.” Tony replied. “We both know we absolutely hate rats. We both know we absolutely hate the Westy Nimh rats. Well? We’re going to whack the Westies, Jerry.”

          Jerry looked around the room. “Who’s the “we” here?”

          “Don’t get cold paws Jerry?” Tony said as he pointed his paw finger. “This is our opportunity to take those flea infested nude tails out of existence. The question becomes then? How do we divide the spoils?”

         Jerry took a seat on his floor and pursed his lips...”What’s your plan?”

          “First? Before any plan? I have my demands.” Tony snorted. “If you want an equal cut of the spoils? You have to give your word that you’ll drop your hobby of selling “Bambi juice”. That whatever production plants you get into your grubby paws when we whack the Nimh’s? You’ll destroy them. You won’t make the snit, you won’t sell the snit. The only reason I never decided to just rage through your territory and whacked your tail was because of our mutual ties to species and family. I hate fricken Bambi! Bambi is bad for business. Bambi brings down too much heat, it’s sick and it’s no good for our bottom line. You agree to never touch or sell Bambi ever again? You get a huge chunk of new ground to roll your plump little rump over.” 

          Jerry played with his lips...”You can’t deny that Bambi brings in good profits? You’re asking me to reduce my enterprise, my best source of investment for the little bit pot returns?”

         Tony scowled. “I’m asking you to do it because it’s the right thing to do. Funny huh? A gangster with morality? Well both you and I know how nasty Bambi is because you and I see the effects day in and day out! You know why the Westies peddled that snit? To reduce the mouse population through in-breeding, weakened genome lines, sterility, suicide and cancer and don’t play fricken ignorant with me Jerry!”

        Tony stood up and walked around....”Oh sure....we could make a ton of cash? Best thing to ever come along since “Speed balls” and “pep pills” but who developed Bambi? Jerry? You ever look into the history of it? Bambi was created by a rat named Verminious Snaptrap no? Now come on Jerry? You didn’t flunk Junior High did you? Who was Verminious Jerry?”

       Jerry didn’t reply....he knew....

      “Yeah.” Tony snorted. “The Chemist for the Unified Preditorial Confederacy during the great civil war. The hooded bastard who gas’d millions of mice to death. The hooded bastard who gave Bambi to our world...the same Bambi those cock sucker rats are using now to kill off our kind and take control of what gets left behind. You? You probably think I’m following an Alex Bore conspiracy episode don’t you? You’ve been making money while our females have been getting raped and murdered and our bucks have been turning crazy and sterile. You sure feel proud of all your cash now huh you little mother flucker?”

       Tony sat on the floor facing Jerry. “You join me Jerry? We crush the largest network gang of rats in Rodentia? In Zootopia? We....you and I? Mouse to mouse? Brother mouse to Brother mouse? We’ll have the size and the power to clean up this city of rat vermin and put those cock suckers in their proper place where they belong. Back in the sewer systems scratching for balls of snit.”

      Tony got his snoot against Jerry’s. “My question to you “Me Amaldei”? Will you miss the boat?”

      Jerry frowned...”You’re asking me to fold my gang into yours.”

     “I’m asking you to stop being a little dick face opposer to the future.” Tony huffed. “The question is non-negotiable. I’ll do this with you? Or I’ll do it while you’re screaming as you get cut up in a blender. But I’d rather do it with you.....brother mouse. It’s time we mice got our pay back on old Verminious and his nude tail kin.”

     Jerry looked around the room at his “guns”.....”Marcel? Go get Gino?” Gino Borelli was Jerry’s under boss. “My answer? Because you and I and we all are “La Species Familia” and the aim of your goal is justice for all mice? Then I agree to join you because Tony Toponi is a mouse who’s feelings are shared deeply by all mice. So? Explain to me your plan? What do you need from my mice?”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
1:47pm
July 17

     Fievel pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and sat at the kitchen table while Armando was making them one of his “spice salad specials”

     “Where are you Alvin? Are you alone?” Fievel asked.

     “Yeah....alone for the moment.” Alvin replied as he sat on a toilet in one of the stadium bathrooms. “Simon is thinking of canceling the concert.”

      “No need and right now that’s not a good idea.” Fievel replied. “Nothing’s going to come full blown and out until tomorrow morning. You have to convince Simon to go ahead with tonight so we don’t tip off the Westy Nimh’s that something’s amiss.”

       Alvin huffed...”Well gee?! Then you should have put off that reporter strong arming Simon until after the concert? Simon is super upset, how in hell do you think he can still play after your friend basically shot him in the head with the big bomb?”

       “You’re the rodent who likes to boast about his talking ability, I’m sure you can convince him to play on. What about a lawyer? Has he looked into getting one yet?” Fievel asked.

       “He’s just started looking.” Alvin replied.

       “I’m going to send you a link.” Fievel said. “I want you to show it to Simon and convince him to hire the lawyer Shrew that’s on it. He’s our boy.”

       Alvin sighed....”Damn I hate being in tight spots.” Alvin then thought....”Go ahead....say something perverted.”

      “Wasn’t thinking about it.” Fievel replied. “Look Alvin? You’re doing all right so far just stay calm and think before you speak. Every word counts from here on out. You have to keep both yourself and Simon on level heads if we’re going to pull this off, understand?”

      Alvin nodded....”All right. Wish me luck with Simon. Sometimes he can be a stubborn Chipmunk to convince.”

      “Keep in mind also that the Westies might be watching you as well and it’s not always a rat.” Fievel warned.

      Alvin clicked off the phone....”Thanks for the advice.” He huffed. “This scheme is so crazy...I wish I never went to that stupid video game place, I wish I didn’t start anything with Simon, sheesh....would have been better off not being born with all this stuff...” Alvin was exasperated until he reached the performance platform where Simon was talking with Theodore...

      “Hey Simon?!” Alvin changed his tone and demeanor as he walked up. “I was thinking you’d be looking for a lawyer and I think you should give this one a review...”

       Simon sighed to Alvin....”I’m going to call off the concert.”

       “Uh? No....you’re not.” Alvin huffed back.

      “Uh?....Yes I am.” Simon replied.

      Alvin got in his brother’s face...”No?.....you won’t.” He snorted. “That’s the most dumbest thing you could do right now.”

       Theodore tensed up...”Alvin? Given what’s going....”

        Alvin gave Theodore an angry look. “Theo? Me “B” Simon “A” you “C”.....you stay out of this.” Alvin turned back to Simon. “Ok? Ok.....cancel it. Go ahead Simon? Nothings going to say more that “Wow? Something must be going on here?” than “Hey! They canceled their concert! “Bing, bing, bing!” You do that Simon?! They have us by our nuts! We’ll never be able to perform again! If we can sing tonight like we usually do? It’ll show we’re not phased one damn bit by whatever “dirty stinky socks" they have. It’ll show them that there’s nothing going on! Quitting? That’s what that slime ball reporter wants! He wants us to quiet and I say we shove it right down his throat!”

      Simon sighed and shook his head...”Alvin?.....I’m just.....”

      “You don’t grow some steel nuts right now Simon and I’ll never look at you ever again!” Alvin snapped. “What are you? A chipmunk or a bed mouse?”

       Simon snatched Alvin’s sweater and cocked a shaking fist which caused Theodore to shiver in horror....

      “Heh....I knew you wouldn’t fail me.” Alvin snickered.

      Simon lowered his fist and sighed...”You little.....oh all right. I’ll....I’ll try to muddle through...”

     “You’ll muddle nothing.” Alvin snorted. “Simon Seville doesn’t “Muddle” he “science’s the snit out of the problem” and defeats it. At least that’s the big brother I know.”

      Simon turned his back to Alvin and clenched his paws...”We’re back on for tonight. Send me that link and I’ll consider giving this shrew a call.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
3pm
July 17

      Tony walked into his apartment and hung up his baseball jacket as Fievel came out of the bedroom...”Welcome back. I got things rolling between the Chipmunks and Saul, how did it go with Jerry?” Fievel asked...

     “We got an alliance.” Tony replied. “Jerry gets a nice increase in his territory and we have more bodies on demand to take down the Westies. But? You may have a little problem of your own.”

      Fievel looked at himself....”If my socks and panties bother you, I’ll change.”

     “Eesh”.....Tony noised. “That would be a problem if we have company right now. I’m talking about you and Jimmy Tedoro. The cops came to his school and tongue flucked him for information. I told Jimmy to be honest and......well.....he sort of dime dropped you being there with him the night of the armor car heist. Your cute little face is plastered on camera pictures...”

     “Hope they got my best side.” Fievel replied giggling. “Ok? So what’s the download on all that?”

      “Jimmy was looking at the armored car when it was parked and that’s got the cops interested in Jimmy. All he dropped was your first name and of course you don’t have a record so it makes it a little difficult for them to actually find you but? They could put the press on Jimmy.”

      Fievel thought to himself...”So? Jimmy won’t gab. I hope you’re not saying we should make Jimmy go “poof” into a patte can?”

      “I would never do that to my favorite street tuffy.” Tony replied. “But Jimmy can’t be so easily helped, which is why I need you to boost up your kittish charms to throw a monkey wrench into the works. Pour on the “sappy syrup”.....”

      Tony walked up to Fievel, who slowly sat down on the couch and turned timid as the bigger mouse hovered over him...”Turn on that “sweet sappy syrup” that you have when you and I....make love.”

      Fivel mouse chitter giggled as Tony Toponi nibbled and sucked on the young mouse’s neck....

     “You sure like my syrup.” Fievel said as he played with Tony’s hair tuft...

      “Any doubts about that?” Tony replied as he felt a paw over Fievel’s behind and gently pulled the girl’s underwear down from his lover’s rear...

      Fievel reached out to hold and massage Tony’s growing hardness...”Ooooooo....someone’s very happy that we’re all alone aren’t they?”

      Tony gently cupped his maw over Fievel’s and slipped his tongue deep inside the young mouse’s moist mouth....”You bet your sweet little furry ass I am.”

     Then....a click toy sounded from the apartment door....

     “Oh gawd damn it!” Tony yelped as he jumped up and struggled with his underwear and pants! “You ***** ***** cock suckin ****** stupid mutha ****** douche bag!”

     Fievel tripped over the panties wrapped around his ankles as he scrambled to get into the bathroom as Tony stomped towards the door. “Somebody’s gonna flucken die! No one flucks up Tony’s love time and lives! Nobody!” The angered mouse snarled as he grabbed the door handle and pulled hard!

     “What the fluck?!” Tony screamed....Only to look down and see a young plump mouse standing with a look of shock on his face...

      “Oh? Oh? Nibbler? Oh.....sorry....sorry....thought you were someone else kid? Sheesh....sorry bout that....” Tony said as he rubbed his hair tuft.

      “Your fly’s open...” Nibber said as he pointed innocently. Tony looked down to see his erection was still flopping out of his shorts!

       “Oh damn!” Tony jumped as he struggled to get his pants done. “So? What brings you around there kido?”

       Nibbler walked inside. He was seven years old but as with most of Tony’s street contacts and extended eyes and ears, Nibbler was far older in brains. He stood with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. “You got a problem.”
 
        Tony decided to sit on the floor...”Oh? Do tell my very wise and exceptionally gifted little mouse?”

         “Was that a proposition or a compliment?” Nibbler asked.

         Tony smirked as he reached into a pocket and slapped a 100 Zoo buck into Nibbler’s paw...”There you go you little snit head.”

        Nibbler giggled as he waved the bill...”Remember when you told us to keep our eyes out for a certain rodent you told specifically was finished with doing anything on your territory?”

       Tony thought....Yeah....Salvino. He stole from our bank if you catch the meaning? What about that “stupido piccolo stupido cazzo?”

       “He’s selling pot.” Nibbler said. “I saw him on Bovano Street with his ten speed bike passing baggies. He’s selling them at thirty bucks a whack.”

      Tony groaned deeply...”You have proof?”

      Nibbler pulled out his smart phone and showed Tony a picture. “I have more.”

     Tony turned his head towards the bed room...”Hey Filly? You dressed?”

     “Not happy about it.” Fievel replied. “Why does everybody have to pick the worst times to visit?”

     “Because we seem to keep having problems.” Tony replied. “You and I have some business to do.”

      Fievel walked up to Tony as Tony handed him Nibbler’s cell phone. “Who do you see?”

     Fievel frowned....”Is he stupid?”

     “I guess.” Tony replied. 

    Nibbler took his phone back...”You going to whack him?”

    “Maybe...” Tony replied. “But? You ain’t coming so don’t ask me. And don’t get stupid with that hundred I gave you ok? Put half of it in a piggy bank or somethin, don’t go blowing it on stupid mind melting video games. That’s why Salvino’s in the trouble he’s in capeesh?”

     “How am I supposed to move up the ranks if I can’t learn anything useful?” The young grey mouse yipped as he followed Tony and Fievel out of the apartment.

     “Wait? Wait.....wait....” Tony said as he waved his paws. “First thing you little Goombah? You stay in school. Second thing? You mind your parents. Third thing? You don’t carry weapons....” Tony frisked the young mouse and pulled out a letter opener...”Now what? The hell? Is this?”

      Nibbler replied....”It’s a shiv you know? Just in case? In case I have to shank somebody I do not like or rubs me wrong or I have to get out of a jam.”

     “This thing?” Tony asked as he pointed to the letter opener in his paw. “This thing? This is a shank? Whatcha gonna do? Jimmy this thing in like you’re opening the electric bill you? Why I aut-ah take you over my knee and spank your butt red you silly little dumb tail! This? This will get you shot! Do you even know how to knife fight?”

      Nibber stood rubbing his foot over the floor. “I’ve watched plenty of Paw Tube stuff.”

      Tony shook his head. “You can’t learn anything from some stupid “larfy” tail off Paw Tube! You shake this thing at some “Wise street chedder” you clueless Pampers runner? You’ll be dead! I’m going to keep this stupid thing....you? You go home! And don’t let me catch you “packing” anything unless I tell you, you can. You got my flea bite there “Little Chedder”?”

      Nibbler stood pouting and kicking a foot....”Yes Tony.”

     “Hey? Look at me?” Tony begged. “Kid? I’m only doing this because I like you. Don’t be in a rush to grow up so quick. Now get out of my sight?” Tony ordered with a pointed paw.

      Fievel watched Nibbler trudge off and smirked at Tony. “You should have kittens.”

     “You’re enough for me to worry about.” Tony replied as he rubbed Fievel’s head. “Come on....we got some unpleasent business to attend to.”

The Rodent-Dendrum Bowl 
The Zootopia Grand Park
4pm July 17

      Alvin was taking a break from the final preperations. In two hours the stadium would begin to fill with rodents for the concert and so far thankfully he’d not gotten any calls from the Westy Nimh’s on his other cell phone. He flopped backwards onto his back and thought to catch a good nap when someone’s foot tapped on his shoulder...

      “What Simon?” Alvin snorted as he rolled. “Can I at least get a little nap before the concert please?”

      “I’m not Simon.” The offender said.

     Alvin looked up to see a rat wearing a yellow “Security” shirt. “Hi. I’m your new handler from “Snout”.” The rat said smirking. He was short and a little “dumpy” this one with a noticeable chunk of his snoot bit off and healed into a crusty scar. His head tuft was....”Purple”....that was bizaro against his deep gray body color...

     “Hi.” Alvin snorted. “Forgive me if I don’t get up and genuflect at your presence.”

     “You need not worry about being molested.” The rat said. “I’m strait.”

     Alvin scrambled to his feet...”I don’t care if you were a horse with a ten foot fire hose! You can go to hell as much as the rest of your stupid gang!”

     The rat slapped his paw over Alvin’s mouth! “I was told about your big mouth. I think you need to tie your tongue. My name is Dinato.”

     Alvin threw Dinato’s paw off...”I don’t care what your name is. Are you going to make me work tonight?” Alvin snorted.

    “Don’t be stupid.” Dinato snorted. “I’m not that cruel. Just make sure you give up whatever you personally make tonight like “Snout” commanded and we won’t have a bad relationship.”

    “Five minutes and I already hate you.” Alvin snapped.

    “Good.” Dinato replied. “Just the way things should be. You and that idiot Jackal were getting too chummy. I don’t know what he saw in you any way.”

     “Are you done with your intro there? I need to catch a nap.” Alvin huffed. “Besides....here comes my brother Simon.”

      Dinato quickly changed his demeaner. “Thank you for your autograph Alvin! I’m sorry I bothered you for it!” Dinato said cheerfully as he tipped his hat to Alvin.

     “No trouble at all! Always happy to satisfy a fan!” Alvin replied. “Have fun tonight!”

      “Who’s that?” Simon asked Alvin.

      “Just a happy fan.” Alvin replied. “Did you look at that web site?”

     “Yeah....sounds like he’s a choice.” Simon replied. “Really aggressive with a good track record. I called his secretary to arrange a meeting, left a note to hope and get a quick injunction against that stupid rag sheet reporter.”

      Alvin patted Simon’s chest. “It’ll all work out Simon. Just try to focus on playing tonight.”

     “At least you can stay positive.” Simon said with a sigh. “I wish it had all been different. I wish I never....I wish I never....damn it....”

     “What?” Alvin said with a shrug. “Fallen in love with me? Sheesh, insult me more why don’t you. Big deal! Not like I didn’t chase you for your approval since like what? I dunno? I always craved your attention because you were the big smart do everything and I’ve always been... a dumb clown?”

       Simon turned and grimaced. “You’re not a clown and you’re not stupid! I took advantage of you and it was wrong! I’m nothing but....”

      Alvin cupped a paw over Simon’s mouth....”Nothing to me but a really hawt piece of lava rock....” Alvin got close to Simon and whispered. “Ill be do’in a lot of tail shaking at you tonight....that should give you some inspiration to play like you always do huh?”

     Simon shivered. “Gawd I could just hate you at times.” He said quivering as Alvin brushed a paw against his groin.

    “Well you don’t so shut up.” Alvin snickered evilly.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Albedo Lane
4:20pm
July 17

     “Thank you.” Salvino said as he accepted the money from the young mouse in return for the baggie he dropped into the rodent’s back pack. The clientele was small but he didn’t need but a few steadies to get back everything he lost. He was careful selecting his “steadies” for he took months cultivating this “secret stash” of reserve currency givers to add to his former gang payments. At least he was making more on his own than he ever did with Toponi. “Kicked out”....fine, no loss....he’d been considering leaving for over a year because of the slow increases in his “cuts”....Toponi was too damn conservative for his liking any way.

       Salvino walked down the street to his next expected exchange point when someone called out from his blind side....”Excuse me?! Excuse me young mouse?”

      An adult rat called to Salvino waving from his car. “Can you help me? My cell phone’s just run out of battery power and I’m trying to get to the West access road onto Inter-urban One...”

      Salvino looked around and pointed...”Yeah...go down this street for five blocks, turn left, follow.....”

“WHACK!”

      All Salvino saw next was black.

5:30pm...

     Salvino awoke to a punch in the gut! “Rise and shine Sal.” Tony Toponi snorted as he took off the pair of brass knuckles and gave them to Fievel...”Look! I’m being charitable and merciful.” Tony snickered. “I won’t re-arrange your puss with those things, be thankful.”

“On second thought?” The angered mouse said as he quickly snatched up a baseball bat and smashed it against one of Salvino’s knees!

“CRACK!” The bones shattered into splinters!

      “WHAT THE FLUCK DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND SALVINO?!” Tony screamed. “WHAT?! ARE YOU FRICKEN RETARDED?! ARE YOU DEAF?! DID YOU THINK I WAS FRICKEN JOKING YOU LITTLE FLUCK!”

“CRACK!” Tony swung for the other leg and shattered that knee too! He then threw the bat down off of Salvino’s head!

      “You stupid....stupid.....stupid little flucktard.” Tony snarled as he grabbed a hand full of head tuft and jerked the crying and screaming mouse off the ground....”I gave you mercy Salvino. Sure turning your rump fire red was painful but at least I gave you a chance to redeem yourself! What do you do?! You go right back to the slop and play me like a dumb little fool!....well fluck you, you little snit!”

        “Tony! Tony please?!” Salvino cried....

        “Please what?!” Tony snapped back. “Oh? Gonna give me that cry baby snit again? “Boo whoo Tony I’m weak! Tony I’m sorry! Tony forgive me.....oh boo whoo.....” Spare me yer fricken crock tears you little douche because I don’t give a silly fluck!”

        Tony got snoot to snoot with the whimpering Salvino. “No one cuts in on my business! No one takes advantage of my mercy and generosity and no one goes against my orders....no.....one! The question now is? How do you die? In that? I can be a little democratic and forgiving. How do you wanna die Salvino? Want me to make it quick or should you linger a little?”

       Salvino began to whimper and cry....till Fievel ran up, snatched the bat and brought it down hard on Salvino’s shoulder bone!

      “CRACK!” “GAWD DAMN YOU’RE FRICKEN DUMB!” Fievel snarled! “Answer the question you stupid moron!” Fievel threatened to swing down again as Salvino turned to raise a shaking paw!....

      “Please! I won’t do it again! Please?! Fievel......please....” Salvino begged.

     “Oh.......FLUCK IT!” Fievel snapped as he whipped out a mouse 45 pistol and blasted a whole 8 round clip into Salvino’s body.....only missing the vital spots with his aim.....”He just won’t learn? I’m telling you Tony this is the most stupid mouse in all of Zootopia here?! Answer him you stupid idiot! How do you want to fricken.....DIE?!”

     “Ugh.....” Salvino whimpered back....”You creeps....ugh....I hope you both fricken die! I hope the cops chase you both to hell! Fluck both you tail hole wipes...ugh......fluck you.....”

    Tony stood shaking his head....”Guess we’ll go with William Tell there Filly. String the little bastard up.” Tony snorted back as he leaned down over Salvino. “Wanna know what William Tell is Salvino?” Tony asked as he looked down upon the shattered mouse. “We hang you up by your arms and legs and practice shooting arrows at you to see if we can hit you in the tail hole. Sort of takes a while and more often than not? We tend to kind a miss a lot.”

   Salvino’s eyes were fluttering...he was going into shock from all the abuse and injury he took....

    “Then again? I ‘ll be charitable and just say fluck it!” Tony snorted as he pulled out a mouse pistol and blew Salvino’s head all over the ground. Then he turned calmly to Fievel as he reached down to pick up all the spent shell casings...”You hungry my little darling? We’ll go pick up some food and get back to our nuptuals which were so rudely interrupted huh”

     “You had to ask?” Fivel said as he turned to whistle for Armando and the car. “What do we do about Salvino? Can’t hand him over for patte since he’s got so much lead poisoning right?”

      Tony looked down at the shattered body. “He deserves at least a decent burial.” Tony reached down, scooped up a paw full of dirt and sprinkled it over the body....”Eh? Cheep enough. Let’s go chow down. I wanna get back home in time to watch the concert on Paw Per View ya know?”

    Tony slipped into the passengers side next to the driver and stuck his head out of the window....”Hey Manny? Back up a bit will yah? I’ll tell you when to stop.”

     Armando backed the car up until he felt the back rise off the ground...on top of Salvino’s dead carcass.

     “Great.” Tony snickered. “Now peel out.”

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Sosaveido Ave
Rocko Rick’s Auto Repair
5:49pm
July 17

     Eric sat sheltered by trash and wooden boxes as he used his torch to burn away at the security fence surrounding the auto wreck and repair yard...”Glad you guys called me, I was getting board out of my skull.”

   “You’re the best at this work so why not?” Pixy asked as he sat looking totally disinterested. “This is just milk run work. The mouse who owns this joint hasn’t paid his dues in a month.”

    “Where’s the cameras?” Eric asked.

    “Not here obviously so don’t think about them.” Pixy replied. “Good thing most rodents are going to that concert. Makes our work easy tonight.”

    “I’m half way through.” Eric said as he gently pulled on the cut sections of the fencing. “Do you guys need me past the fence?”

     “Yeah....but not till we call you.” Pixy replied. “He has a money safe inside the office, just a cheepo with thin plating and a door you can probably burn off in a minute.”

       	Eric finished his cutting work and pulled the piece of the fence off. “There you go.” He said as Dixie came walking up from watching the streets at the end of the ally...

         “Go down to the end of the ally and watch the streets for us. Take this radio and we’ll call you when we’ve got the place safe’d for you.” Dixie said as he started to crawl through the hole in the fence.

          “Ok.” Eric replied with a paw wave to the two mouse brothers as Pixy joined his brother through the fence and into the auto compound. He walked to the end of the ally and stood playing with his smart phone, breezing quickly through his underground investments he’d made on the deep web with his take of the armored car heist. The underground bank was supposedly attached to one of the powerful Tundra crime families and it trickled money through various assets to be laundered into clean reportable cash with slow-release, long term “allowances” that gave basic “supliment” income that would pay for rent, food and utilities. Eric smiled at one suggestion posting....

        “The little Cheddar’s” school for orphans could really use new lap tops.” 

        Eric text’s back....”Mmmmm? Do it! A hundred a month.”

        His secret broker replied back....”If you give me clearance for three hundred a month? You could afford a better apartment in two months.”

       “Ok?!” Eric said to himself with a nod and a smile...”Make it? Four Hundred a month then!”

      Eric didn’t wait for the reply as he slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket and looked around....”Nobody....the whole city must be at the concert or in their living rooms.” He said as he leaned against the side of a building and looked at the auto shop. “What are they doing in there? Raiding the fridge?” He thought.

     “Pzzzzzt....Hello? Avon?” Dixie’s voice cracked on the radio.

      “Yeah?” Eric replied. “Thought you two went to sleep?”

      “Had to roast the security system.” Dixie replied. “Come on in but be careful about it.”

      Eric tapped his foot. “Which way? Back through the fence or just walk by the front?”

      “Why don’t you just come up to the front door and say...”Gee officer? I thought I was delivering my girl scout cookies to the right location?” Pixy snorted.

      “Don’t be a dirty tail hole?” Eric snorted. “I’m walking in the ally now.....”

      “BWOP BWOP BWOP!” Suddenly a high pitched noise came from behind Eric’s back and the flashes of red and blue lights bounced off the wall of the building next to him....

      “Oh.....fluck.” The shivering welder mouse chattered as he stopped cold. He heard the two two doors close behind him and threw his paws up in the air...

      “Where’s your two partners there cheese wiz?” A voice asked.

      “I’m just out walking and I was taking a short cut.” Eric replied.

     “Are you kidding me?” Another voice sounded surprised. “Oh my gawd....this rodents pee’ing down his legs, guilty as fluck.”

      “Get against the wall and spread your legs there baby.” The older sounding voice commanded. “You might as well turn your pals in sport, we know they’re in the auto shop.”

     “I told you...I was walking and I turned into the ally for a short cut. Honest! Please officer I.....OW!” Eric yelped as the cop snatched his hair tuft and pushed his face into the wall....

     “Eyes to the bricks there punk!” The mouse cop commanded. “Now give up your pals or you get a ride to the station house.”

     “I’m by myself Sir! Honest!” Eric yelped! Then someone started giggling....

     “We scared the piss out of him.” Fievel chirped.

      “Oh you dirty flucken ass holes.” Eric yelped as he turned around and saw Tony and Fievel waving at him...”You fluck tarts!” Eric screamed! “You scared me snit-less!” ugh! Fluck! I don’t do well when I’m scared! Ugh! You damn jerks! Tony?!”

     “They make toilets for a reason Eric.” Fievel snickered.

     “Oh fluck you...little gay wad!” Eric huffed.

     “Good test.” Tony said smiling. “You did great there Eric...under pressure and you didn’t snitch. But? Big fail with your smart phone.” Tony grabbed Eric’s phone from his pocket....”Number one? No passwords, number two no encryption and number three you’re using “Pawcast” as your provider....big.....big......big supporters of “Johny Law” and not afraid to snoop in on any of your web surfing and turn data over to the police. Plus? You were playing “look out” way too big and obvious as a pride flag. Where’s Dixy and Pixie?”

       Eric pointed towards the Auto shop....”I think they were getting ready for me to cut open....”

     Suddenly....the small group of mice were jolted or thrown off their feet! The roof of the auto shop seemed to suddenly fly skywards along with a column of flame and smoke that chased after it!

End of Chapter 14