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 15

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Sosaveido Ave
Rocko Rick’s Auto Repair
6:14pm
July 17

“KABOOM!”

Tony, Eric and Fievel were thrown off their feet against the wall of a building as the roof came flying up then came crashing down upon the auto shop Pixy and Dixie were getting ready to trash because the owner hadn’t paid his protection money!

Tony shook himself to see if he was alive and stood against the wall aghast at the destruction....”Holy fluck in a space duck? What the hell was that?!”

Pixy and Dixie came stumbling out of a side door and fell to their knees coughing and choking as Fievel and Eric scrambled through the hole in the fence to help them up....

“Cough, cough....Gawd damn!” Pixy yelped....”I’ve lost all my hair!”

“It’s an improvement you stupid ass.” Dixie huffed as he coughed. “Oh you crazy prick!”

Tony ran and waved Armando to back the car up to the fence as Pixy and Dixie scrambled to get to their feet! “Didn’t you smell the gas you knuckle head?!” Dixie asked his brother.

“I wasn’t worried about gas!” Pixy snapped back.

“Enough of your gum flapping you mooks!” Tony snarled as he slapped the brothers off the head. “Get in the stupid car before we’re made! Cheese n crackers, what the fluck was that?!”

“That? Was a gas explosion.” Fievel replied calmly.

“You are a gas explosion.” Tony huffed back. “Peel out Mandy! Well go three blocks and I’ll rip the covers off the plates....Sheesh, a simple little job and it turns into a cluster fluck? What the hell?”

  Pixy sat looking at himself....”My fur’s gone. Thank gawd my nuts aren’t....ugh.....I need so serious Bectine here.”

   “You need a fricken nose you stupid snit head!” Dixie yelped! “Look at my fricken tail Pixy?!”

    “Both of you dumb nuts shut it!” Tony snapped. “What the hell?! Was there a gas leak in the building?!”

    “We weren’t worried about it boss.” Dixie said as he rubbed his scorched tail....”My tail....my beautiful tail....it’s gonna get chopped! I’m not a mouse without my tail....(crying)

     Tony slapped Dixie off the head. “Will you cut the water works you?! I’ll get you to a plastic artist ok? Sheesh....you are gonna owe me for this humungus fluck up you loons! Do you hear me you two?! Cheesh! You’re professionals! Pro’s don’t do something messed up this flucken historic!”

     “Nag, nag, nag....we destroyed the damn business boss...want some cheese with yer fricken wine?” Pixy huffed.

     Tony stuck his head out the window as the car turned into a side street. “Not that many sirens...good. It’s gonna take the cops hours to dig through the mess. Stop the car Mandy and I’ll pull the covers off the plates eh?”

    “Yes Cappi.” Armando replied as he found another side street to stop the car.

      Tony jumped out, pulled the set of false license plates off the ends of the car and jumped back into the passenger’s seat. “I’ll tell you where to go so we can get these two too a doctor.”

      Tony reverse sat in his seat and looked at the hurting brothers...”Now? Nothing was left behind.....right? Nothing?”

     Eric replied. “I got all the tools boss. They carried their bag out with them, all the tools are in the car.”

     Tony smiled at Eric. “Good! At least there’s one smart rodent in the bunch. Good on your Eric! For this? An extra 500 bucks in your pocket.”

     Eric smiled back. “Thank you boss.”

     Tony looked at Pixy who suddenly had a face full of worry as he riffled through his burnt clothes....”Uh? Oh snit. Oh snit...snit....SNIT!”

     “What oh snit?” Tony asked. “Pixy? What’s with the oh snit here?”

     Pixy looked up like a child caught in a cookie jar. “Uh?.....boss? I may have dropped my cell phone back there.”

     Tony drooped his head and his ears...”Tell me what I just heard, I didn’t hear? Please say you did not say....”I dropped my cell phone Tony.” Please say that’s a goof?”

     “No....I did.” Pixy replied trying to bury his head into his shoulders.

      “And what kind of cell phone was it Pixy?” Tony asked waving a paw around. “Hope it was a Trac phone....at least something simple that I dunno? Could have nothing incriminating on it?”

      “It was a Trac phone Tony.” Pixy said....”With some numbers on it.”

      Tony slapped his face and grimaced....”Ugh!....Pixy!” Tony snapped. “Dixie? Please tell me you have your cell phone?”

     “I wasn’t carrying it.” Dixie replied.

     “Oh thank goodness.” Tony said with a faked smile. “At least “tweedle dee” listened to my orders. “Tweedle dumb?” Eh? Not so much.”

     “I don’t have your number on it Tony!” Pixy yelped.

    “Pixy?! Don’t you scream at me.” Tony snarled. “Don’t!...remember your manners? This isn’t an un-recoverable inconvenience....but? For all the trouble it just caused? You don’t get a cut for this job...in fact? You don’t get your cuts for any jobs for the next two months.”

     Pixy yelped...”But I got rent and things Tony!”

     “Well? You’re just gonna have to subsist on your savings there Pixy? Maybe if you didn’t almost blow your butt into orbit back there and lost your phone doing it? You wouldn’t be in this jam...would you? Now? You do have savings right?” Tony asked.

     Pixy looked at Dixie and sighed....”No Cappi.....nothing.”

     “No savings?” Tony asked. “No extra money?”

     Pixy shook his head.

     Tony looked at Dixie...”You are your brother’s keeper...why doesn’t he have savings? And please Dixie? Tell me you are not following your brother’s idea of financial success here?”

     “I got savings boss. Pixy’s.....you know?......he’s Pixy.” Dixie said as he gestured to his poor brother.

      Tony sighed....”Pixy? You live with Dixie and whatever’s got you broke I don’t wanna know...but it better be fixed by the time two months are up or guess what? You will be minus your tail you “Goomba goofus Frataglia” you read me?”

     “Yes Boss.” Pixy replied. “But what about the phone?”

     “We’ll work on it.” Tony replied. “Right now we have to get you two to a doctor before your brother Dixie goes into a deep depression over his tail.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
11pm
July 17

      Theodore found Simon sitting outside in the roof garden after looking around the hotel trying to find out where he went. Good thing Alvin was out of it after the concert, he didn’t even bother to get undressed as he lay sprawled perpendicular to his mattress...

     The first sign of obvious trouble as Theodore walked up to the table set was the “tall boy” bottle of “Jumpy Juniper Juice” and Simon sulking like a drowned rat with his eye lids drooping....he was...sort of smashed.

     “Hi.” Theodore said calmly as he sat down and gently took the half full bottle away from Simon’s reach...

     “Gimme it back?” Simon snorted half drunk as he reached out. “Gimme?!”

     “I think you’ve had enough.” Theodore said smirking. “There’s already one chipmunk out cold in his bed. I don’t need a brother with alcohol poisoning too...”

      “You certainly don’t need a brother who’s a sex offender.” Simon snorted. “I muddled through the concert...whoopeeeee...tomorrow our careers are gonna die and I might as well die with em....I suck!”

       “You’re going to just roll over and not try to put up a fight huh?” Theodore huffed. “They don’t have anything on us! I mean....nothing on you and Alvin. There’s nothing! You’ll blow them out of the water Simon....But here you sit drowning in your pity because you let Alvin play you like a fiddle in his fingers....just who is the “sex offender” in the family? And don’t tell me Alvin didn’t work on your first?”

     “How do you know they don’t have anything?” Simon said frowning.

     “Because my acting innocent and simple minded fooled even you!” Theodore replied crossing his arms. “Fooling Alvin was easy. Fooling you was a chore. But I’ve always known that you’ve never been careless when it came between you and Alvin because my thoughts were always suspicions, not certainties. They have “nothing” Simon! Stop being such a little emo cry baby drowning in stupid booze...” Theodore took the booze bottle and flung it across the roof top.....”And grow a set of real nuts!”

      Theodore picked Simon up off his chair and cradled him....”Little brother having to put his big smart brother to bed? Absolutely disgusting.”

      Simon’s face changed slowly and he gently rubbed Theodore’s face with a paw...”We? We don’t have to go right to bed you know?”

     Theodore huffed. “Sheesh.....sex with you drunk would be a train wreck. Nice gesture but you need to sober up for tomorrow. Just don’t have me tie you to the bed.....please?”

The Residence of Allan and Lacy Jadah
23 West Garuda Ave
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
2am
July 18

      It was a great time. Jimmy Tedoro lay in his bed dressed in his extra large Chipmunk shirt Allan had bought him at the concert. Since the death of his older brother, the Jadah’s had been wonderful to Jimmy...a little strict at times which he had to obey because of Tony’s orders...but they treated him good and he’d given back a little to make them happy to have him. It was the kind of family life Jimmy had always wanted, his parents...especially his mother....had both been stupid drunks with a deep streak of hate. Jimmy’s older brother took the worst of the beatings, the absolute worst was the loss of his tail and the burns from a clothing iron that scarred his back and cheek for life....as short and brutal a life that was.

     Jimmy was snuggling a body pillow, his smart phone playing sleeping noise in the background, when the bedroom door suddenly flew open and a pair of shadows roughly snatched him off the bed!

    “ARGH! FLUCK?!” Jimmy screeched as he was thrown to the floor and his arms were cranked behind his back!

    Jimmy Tedoro?!” Someone spoke. “ZPD.....You’re under arrest for suspicion of aiding and abetting a felony heist and conspiracy to conceal evidence of same...”

    “Huh?! What?!” Jimmy yelped in shock as the police pulled him off the floor still half asleep....wah?!”

     “James Andrino Tedoro?” One of the mouse cops said. “You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the the right to an lawyer. If you can’t afford one? One will be provided at your expense. Do you understand the charges against you?”

     Jimmy nodded...”Yes...are you really cops?”

     Allan replied. “They are. What did you do Jimmy?”

    “I haven’t done anything mister Jadah, I swear! The police came to my school and asked me some stuff but it’s nothing!...I haven’t done anything!”

     One of the cops thumped Jimmy off the nose...”James? You should keep your yapper shut and calm down.” He warned the shaking young mouse. He then turned to Allen...”Sir? There’s two more officers outside who have a warrant to search his room and the house.”

     Jimmy was taken out of the house and placed into the back of a squad car for the ride to Fort Bronco.  

The Residence of Doctor Dennis Groop
68 North Spunkmeyer
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
2am
July 18

    Pixy emerged from the treatment room naked save a loin cloth tied around his waist and the multiple patches of burn medication doting over his fur-less body....

   “You were fortunate to have some protection between you and the hypo-center of the explosion. These are just flash burns from your fur getting burnt off. But unfortunately you can’t lay down to go to sleep for about six hours unless your friends make a harness and hang you from something over head.” The clinical mouse said waving a paw.

    Pixy looked at Tony and snorted....”Don’t you make me snit Tony.”

    “Why I’m offended.” Tony yelped as he elbow butted Fievel. “Did you hear him Five? The nerve of this mouse to say I wouldn’t see to his comfort eh?”

     Fievel snorted back. “I’d dip the dumb snit in salt water.”

     “Yeah...I love you too.” Pixy growled. 

    Tony got up and stood in front of Pixy. “I sent Mandy back to the place to check things out since he’s so un-offending. Don’t worry ok? They might over-look the stupid phone because the place got so trashed out, you never know. Mandy waits for a while till it’s vacant and he goes to check things out....relax.”

    Pixy sagged. “I feel stupid.”

    “Join the club.” Tony replied. “Me and Fievel’s had our share of dumb snits, you’re no different.”

    Suddenly the front door popped open which caused Tony, Fievel and Pixy to go for their pistols!

    “Oh snit!” Enzi yelped as he jumped! 

   Tony gasped....”Is lame brain cancer running through my organization wildly tonight?! What the hell Enzi?!”

   Enzi walked up to Tony rubbing his head...”Cappi? Jimmy’s been busted by the cops.”

   “Arrested?” Tony asked.

   “Yes Cappi.” Enzi replied. “About fifteen minutes ago, I saw the cops bring him out of the house so I ran my fat butt off.”

    Tony rubbed his own snoot....”Enzi? Do you have a phone?”

    “Yeah Cappi.” Enzi replied.

    “Then? Why didn’t you use it instead of maybe....I dunno....attracting attention while you were running your plump little butt big as you please away from the cops with everyone probably looking at you?” Tony huffed. “Damn! Has the stupid virus infected us or what here? Obviously you ran your butt off because you’re huffin puffin stuff.”

    “Cappi?” Enzi worried. “They arrested Jimmy!”

    “Ok.....ok.....the cops arrested Jimmy....let’s not go all to pieces here? Jimmy can handle himself. I’ll call Saul, lawyer him up, make bail and then we’ll go from there....chill out!”

     Enzi looked over at Pixy....”Yoy?! What happened to you? Fight with a clipper?”

     “Oh fluck you, you little snit head.” Pixy snapped back.

     “He wanted to see what it looked like to be a piece of beef on a barbecue.” Tony replied waving a paw. “Enzi? Sit....down....please?”

     Fievel looked at his watch. “Tone Tone? We should get to sleep. It’s going to be like super busy come six you know?”

     Tony walked over to the treatment room door. “Hey doc? How’s my boy Dixie?”

     Doctor Groop turned from the surgery table. “I might be able to save his tail but it’s going to be scarred up and it won’t have any fur.”

     Dixie cried through his tranquilized state.....”Oh fluck meeeeeeee....”

    Tony walked up to the bed....”Hey? I told you I will pay for the plastic ok? Stop with the baby balling...sheesh....you’re bringing shame on all mouse-dum with yer googly gook lip smackin here.”

     “I so sorry Cappi....” Dixie cried.

     “I said.....quit...the water works.” Tony huffed. “Sheesh...my expert gun mouse reduced to a diaper sucker here. Sit tight and get a good nap in Dix? Everything’s gonna be ok. We’re all going back to the apartment to crash so we’ll pick you up in a few hours.” 

Fort Bronco Precinct
Downtown Rodentia
Charge holding block
2am
July 18

     Jimmy sat on the floor in a pair of paper shorts with his chin resting on his knees...

     “First thing? Act innocent....” He thought of Tony’s words. “Give em the big soup bowl pitty eyes....cry a little....don’t forget to shake like yer gonna piss yourself silly. Get em to be sympathetic. And? Don’t snitch. Don’t worry....no matter what happens? Tony will take good care of you.”

     Sure enough...an officer entered the cell with a pillow, blanket and a small futon mat...”Do you need some water?” He asked.

     “I haven’t done anything...” Jimmy replied with a sniffle. “What have I done?”

    “You were told the charges kid so don’t play this snot drool game on me. Just get some sleep when you can and I advise you as you’ve been advised...keep quiet until you have a lawyer.”

      Jimmy nodded with a sad look on his face. “Thank you for the blanket and things Sir.”

     The mouse officer only waved as he left the room. Jimmy gave the window on the wall a passive look....obviously a two-way with a blocking screen so he couldn’t see who was behind it. Of course the room had to be “wired” so the young mouse quickly laid down and started his “water pipe” routine of whimpering and crying...

      Behind the glass....Acres and Chief Justin almost laughed at Jimmy’s attempts to appear cute and naive....

     “He’s good.” Justin said. “Almost feel like I’d adopt him. I have a feeling he won’t give up anything easy.”

     “A serious game of cat and mouse here.” Acres replied as he played with his tail in his paws. “I wish Mickey was active, he has his ways with these younger punks that seems to ring their bells. Maybe I can call him this morning and get some tips on how to handle this one.”

     Justin nodded. “Did you find out anything about his school mates? Who’s closest to him at school?”

     “Nothing yet.” Acres replied. “Most of the rodents there that we’ve tried talking to? They’re not talking. Sort of hints at where this kid is at in the food chain don’t you think?”

     “Precisely.” Justin replied. “Call Mickey today and see if you two can brain storm a way to make this one crack.” 

Morning Edition
The Rodentia Springs Chronicler Website

Incest in the mess: Famous Chipmunk brothers exposed.
By reporter Terry Toms

(Rodentia) The popular Chipmunks music band has always been known for their clean and well behaved image on and off the stage. Yet it seems not so apparently clean and neat off stage. This reporter...after checking and re-checking facts in the hopes that the following is not the case, seems to have been given solid evidence that Simon and Alvin Seville have been involved in a homosexual incestuous relationship together for some time including coupled visits to various gay establishments and parties around Little Rodentia.....

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
7am
July 18

    Simon hurled his lap top against the wall of the hotel room where it shattered to pieces! “THAT.......THAT!......” He fought himself to keep from opening up a torrent of swears as Theodore almost fell from his bed and Alvin sat up shaking his head....

   “What the heck Simon?” Alvin asked half asleep.

  “THE........! Sigh......”That reporter published his story about us!” Simon sagged then cleared the hotel desk of objects as he threw them to the floor!

   Theodore rushed from his bed and grabbed Simon by his sweater! “Simon! Stop it!” Theodore yelled almost crying....

   Alvin sat open mouthed...”How could he do that?! We don’t get a chance to defend ourselves?! How can he just go and publish that crap?!”

   “Do you think the media gives a damn Alvin?!” Simon huffed. He stomped to his own bed to grab his smart phone. “I hope that lawyer is in his office now....” The eldest Chipmunk snarled.

    Alvin looked at the smashed lap top...”What did the article say?”

    “What did it not say?!” Simon snapped back. “Bastards!”

   Alvin went for his own smart phone and Simon snatched it off the bed table...”You don’t need to read it! It’s lies! It’s a bunch of sick lies!”

   Once again....you have a three way acting play going....Alvin trying to cloak what was really happening. Simon trying to lie about what was really happening and Theodore trying to lie to Alvin that he didn’t know a thing about what was going on...

    Simon heard on the other end of his phone....”Good morning! This is Saul Shrewman....if you’re heading for a fall....damn you better call Saul. How can I help you?”

     Simon sighed....he was trying to calm down.....”Good morning Mister Shrewman...my name is Simon Seville....”

     “Oh? Thee Simon Seville?” Saul replied.

     “Yes Sir.” Simon said. “Of the Chipmunks music band.”

     Saul replied....”Thee Simon Seville who’s accused of sticking things up his little brother’s tail hole huh?”

    Simon almost threw his cell phone had not Alvin caught it on the fly! “WOE! YEAH! Alvin Seville here Mister Shrewman and what ever you read?! It’s absolute crap! All of it!”

   “Give me back my phone Alvin?” Simon asked with his paw out.

   “How about I hold it so you don’t send it to the moon?” Alvin replied as he held the phone to Simon’s face.

    “Sigh.....” Simon stood almost in tears....”Mister Shrewman? These are nothing but blatant lies! I’d never do such sick things to my brothers! NEVER IN HELL!”

    On cue....Theodore started to ball and drain tears off his face...

    “If I find out who did this?” Alvin snarled. “I’m gonna buy a gun and send them down the fricken river!”

    Saul replied from Simon’s phone...”Woe, woe, woe....bad idea hombre, really super bad idea....doesn’t play well on the nightly news. You all need to get a hold of yourselves and not go crazy...”

    “Not easy when you’ve been accused of “broom sexing” your little brother there mister Perry Mouse-son.” Simon huffed back.

     “Look.....Simon?” Saul replied. “You and your brothers need to come to my office like yesterday ok? I’ll send a car with my security guard to get you here safely so we can deal with this greasy bull snot and I can get all the facts I need. Trust me kido, I can work wonders...these stupid paper pushing twats are going to rue the day they ever screwed with you guys when I’m done putting holes in their asses....sorry....I know holes and asses are like.....you know what I mean? Just get in here.”

     Simon heard the phone call click off and clenched his teeth hard...”Bastards! Paper shark toothed bastards! If I get my paws on the so called “source” that rat fink scumbag at that newspaper got his....”

     Alvin begged Simon with his paws patting his older brother’s chest...”Simon? Come on now big brother...you have to keep the level head in this family. If anyone should go off half cock stupid it’s “Mowaa” right here right?”

     Theodore came up and hugged Simon tight....”Please Simon? Don’t go off and do something stupid....please!”

     Alvin walked over to the hotel phone...”Let me call a quick breakfast ok?” He said as he held up the receiver...”Good morning...This is Alvin Seville speaking? I would like three breakfast orders please?”

      Alvin looked over at Simon....”Yes.....yes....”sigh”.....yes we heard about it....No? It’s not true....None of it is true ok, it’s tabloid journalism what do you expect? No! Simon didn’t molest me! Just please fill my breakfast order and get off it already?!”

      Alvin slammed the receiver down! “I am going to kick the snit out of that front desk.....(explosion of swears) dirty tail PUCKER!”

      Simon grabbed Alvin’s arm! “No...no.....And you’re telling me not to go “Berzonk”?”

      “Well I need to blow off my steam before I absolutely kill someone ok?” Alvin snapped.

       “Don’t go trashing “the help” for something those tabloid monsters have done. We don’t need to compound problems on top of problems.” Simon said as he gestured Alvin back towards his bed. “Do me favor? Sit on your bed, play your phone games and let me handle all the comments, insults and questions. Can you do that?”

      Alvin sighed....”Yes Simon.” He said as he thought with relief. So far things were playing out smoothly. But by now the Westy Nimhs were getting the first words on their end. How would “Snout” react?

 Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
7am
July 18

      Fievel woke up on his back at the edge of the bed with Tony laying on top of him...his lips still suckle locked to one of the young mouse’s nipples as he watched the news on the television....

     “Choe? Choe Tone Tone?” Fievel said as he poked Tony’s snoot. “Tone? It’s on the news.” Fievel pointed as Tony woke up groggy....

     “Ugh.....only two hours of sleep?” Tony sighed....

     “Well?” Fievel huffed. “Who was the one who decided to tongue dip THC oil then screw my guts out?” The younger mouse huffed...”Do you kind think I wanted a “little” sleep you sex starving loon?”

      Tony listened to the television....”Now that’s just fricken sick.”

      “I thought a little “broom surgery” would enhance the whole impact you know?” Fievel said as he played with Tony’s head tuft...”It’s going to be an interesting day.”

      “I bet old Snout’s fricken livid right now.” Tony said with a snicker. “We’re not needed right now so I say? We stay in bed till like ten.”

      “Yeah.....and I still get no sleep.” Fievel huffed.

      “That’s yer fault for being such a cute ass.” Tony snickered as he sat up. There was a knock on the bedroom door...

       “Hey? You two decent?” Mandy asked from the other side.

      “Nah....we’re havin ravenous butt sex in here you.” Tony snickered. “Right Five?”

     Fievel rolled onto his back and spread his legs...”Oh Tony! Spear me like a trout you sexy demon you!”

     They could hear Mandy laughing...”Cut it out you two? Are you watching the news?”

     “Yeah...” Tony replied. “So far? It’s a work of art, and the fun’s not even started yet.”

     Fivel slapped Tony off the head...”It’s not fun! I’m not laughing at it “Tone Tone”. We’re putting Alvin and his brothers through hell right now.”

    “Hey? I have the deepest sympathy for them, trust me.” Tony touched Fievel’s cheek and then softly kissed him...”You are just sooooo cute when you’re upset.”

    “I also stink.” Fievel replied. “I smell like smoke still. I’m gonna take a bath.”

     “Let me join you...” Tony said softly.

    “I said I want “a bath” not “a fluck-a-thon”.” Fievel snorted as he thumped Tony off the chest. “You can go back to sleep or better yet? Get up and fix us breakfast.”

     Tony snorted. “Such a demanding little flucker you are.”

Fort Bronco Precinct
Downtown Rodentia
Charge holding block
8am
July 18

      Jimmy ate the breakfast the police provided and sat with a box of crayons and a coloring book, nice of the cops to give him that. It wasn’t long after that the door opened and Officer Mickey Oswald walked in with folded clothes in his paws...

      “Good morning Jimmy.” Mickey said as he put the clothes on the table. “Here’s your clothes back. You know it’s part of standard procedure.”

      Jimmy shrugged. “What ever. I heard about what happened to you. I’m glad you didn’t die.” Jimmy said as he colored a page in his book. “So I guess you’re here to ask me stuff?”

     Mickey reached into a paper bag he brought with him and threw a ball cap on the table....”How right you are. Like this ball cap for instance?” Micky said as he gestured. He pulled out a folder and showed Jimmy a picture taken from the train platform wallet heist a few days earlier...”Interesting that this little mouse caught running behind this mouse who got his wallet stollen just happens to be wearing the same ball cap as this one.”

     Jimmy replied. “There’s like hundreds of ball caps Officer Oswald. You can’t accuse me of doing something because of a baseball cap that’s like all over town.”

     “How right you are.” Mickey replied. “Then again....” Mickey pulled other items from the bag....”There’s this jacket? This shirt? These pair of shorts? These color banded socks? Oh yeah....and....your sneakers. All found in your bedroom and all fitting the young mouse in this photo. Who happens to have a red head tuft......just like you have a red head tuft.”

    Mickey leaned back against his chair....”Come on Jimmy? We also found your pot stash in the vent system of the Jadah’s house. You have two loving and caring mice who do everything they can to provide you with a nice home and a stable life and you snit on them like this?”

   Jimmy knew he’d been caught...he gave Mickey that childish cookie jar look.

    “Jimmy?” Mickey said. “You know I don’t let up. You know I don’t like bull snit artists and liars. From what I see? You’re a smart mouse, a good mouse who doesn’t need to do this crap to get any where. Why are you following after your brother?”

    “Good play Mickey.” Jimmy thought. “Bring up my brother so I get super pissed off? Ah? No....”

     “My brother was stupid.” Jimmy said. “He resisted when he knew he was caught. I’m not. And you’re right Officer Oswald...it was me on the platform and I am selling pot in school. I’m just “hooked” on trying to make big money ok? It’s not like I could do paper routes and get dollars for nickels right?”

     Mickey sighed...”I’m glad you’re being honest, It’ll work in your favor.”

     “Another thing?” Jimmy said. “Most of the wallet cash is in my room. The left front bed post has a hide pocket at the bottom, that’s where that money is. I destroyed all the credit cards and kept all the personal I.D. stuff. Didn’t sell it or give it to anyone. Kept it all as a momento you know?”

      Mickey pursed his lips and took out another photo...the one from the night the armored car was “jacked” and Jimmy and Fievel were standing in front of the cafe while Eric was cutting the car axles....

     “Let’s talk about this photo. You’ve been shown it and I know you were told about it so be honest with me...we tracked down three other mice who were playing with you in the park that night and all of them confirmed that you left the park with this mouse in the picture. You told the officers at the school that his name is Fievel and that he goes to another school. Who exactly is he Jimmy?”

     “I told the other officers who he is but I don’t hang with him a lot. We play catch basketball from time to time but we’re not like “Buddy Buddy” you know?”

     Mickey nodded. “You want some water? Soda? Juice since it’s still breakfast time?”

     Jimmy giggled back. “You gonna “micky” it on me with trank? Water’s fine.”

     Mickey returned with a bottle of water...”What were you looking at in the video Jimmy?”

     “I was spacing out.” Jimmy replied.

    “Don’t lie to me Jimmy.” Mickey warned. “You weren’t spacing out, you weren’t having a seizure, you were looking at something pretty hard. Don’t try to play me?”

      “I’m not playing you.” Jimmy replied calmly. 

     Mickey made some notes...”Do you understand that selling drugs is a serious offense in Zootopia? You had enough “stash” in your vent to push a class 1 felony. Even as a juvie mouse you could see time in prison after juvie jail. That’s a lot of time in a very hard environment for you and I don’t want you in there...you know my reputation, you know I bust my tail to get young mice out of the trouble they get into and keep them from going into the hole slammer.”

      “Nice vailed threat.” Jimmy replied. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong outside the coffee shop. I was with my friend Fievel, I had a little focus episode and I’m being labeled a suspect. You prove I was doing something wrong Officer Oswald, not me.”

      Suddenly the door to the holding cell opened up and in walked Saul Shrewman.....”Morning officer. I’m Saul Shrewman and you are talking to my client without me being present. Good morning James, I am Saul your attorney pro bono.” Saul said with a blow. “First thing? Did these officers violate you? Did they do the paw finger in the poop hole sweep? Which I remind you Officer? Is illegal to do to a rodent Jimmy’s age? If so much as a hair whisp violated my clients anal integrity Mister? I’m going to sue this fricken precinct for every cent my client can get for having his fragile youth disturbed by your perverse means of dispensing justice. Do you hear me out Officer?......uh......Oswald?”

      “Always has to be you Saul. You put classical ambulance chasers to shame.” Mickey said as he gathered up his items.

      “Yes....you carry your happy tail out of here Wyatt Burp...Go! Shoo! Go arrest a “Jay Walker” or some other poor sap.” Saul huffed as he chased Mickey out of the room.

       Saul walked up to Jimmy smiling. “So? I see you didn’t wait for a lawyer before you opened your little trap?”

       “He has me on two charges, he showed me my clothes...” Jimmy replied.

      “And they’re trying to tie you to an armored car robbery just because your cute little face is on a video. Well I can’t help you with the first two but we’ll have more than enough to kabash the last one.” Saul said waving his paw around. “What you’re looking at Jimmy is around ten years for both the pick pocket and the pot stash but....but....if you plead guilty to both and show that you’re deeply sorry for having been “bamboozled” by all those glitzy criminal movies you’ve been watching since like two years old? I could get you off with two years in “comfortable juvie” which will be a cake walk for you compared to General “pop” and I mean....”comfortable”.

       Jimmy caught the “comfortable” yet he felt upset. How stupid to keep a stash of pot at the house. How dumb to keep the stupid hat and clothes from the platform pocket theft. As long as he didn’t squeal though...Tony would make sure he would ride out a jail term in safety yet Jimmy felt he’d disgraced his boss, an un-pardonable depth of disgrace and shame.

       “So? If if I plead guilty? I’ll only do two years in Juvie?” Jimmy asked.

       “I promise you kid.” Saul replied. “You’ll do it standing on your little head, you look like a smart kid.”

       Jimmy started the water works....”I.....I thought.....I thought I’d make a lot of money...I was a selfish little jerk! I hurt the Jadah’s and they were so kind to me....I’m so stupid! I hate myself!” Jimmy got up, tossed his chair against a wall and sat on the floor balling! “I was so stupid......I threw my whole life away for what?! For what!?”

        Saul dropped to the floor and pulled Jimmy close to him so he could whisper...”Tonny says no worries, he’s going to make sure you get through Juvie without a problem. Just don’t snitch.”

       Jimmy smiled...”I know.”

       Jimmy hugged Saul and cried as Mickey came back into the room. “My client wishes to speak to the prosecutor and declare his guilt for the crimes of pick pocketing and possession and that’s that flat foot. Don’t you badger my client on your silly fantasy theories concerning the armored car heist. Tell me something? Are you going to run a test on that pot stash you grabbed?”

       Mickey folded his arms. “Yes....why are you asking?”

      “Because I’m a lawyer there simple Simon.” Saul said snorting. “You’re all probably jacking off hoping your little collection of leaf can somehow be tied to my client’s involvement in that car heist but I have proof in my paws of the rodent who supplies Jimmy with his stashes and if my client is willing to turn it over to you? You give him a deal. Get the prosecutor in here.”

        Saul waited till Mickey was gone...”Follow the leader Jimmy.”

        Jimmy smiled back with a wink.

  

Knoxberry Farm
West Suburb of Little Rodentia
89 Spinwheel Drive
The Universal Cartage Company
Headquarters of the Westy Nimh’s rat gang
8am
July 18

     Shadesnout Luckyeyes was in the bathroom shortening his fur coat and beautifying his long rat tail when one of his goons knocked on the door...”Boss? I think you need to come watch the morning news show?”

     “Why?” “Snout” asked. “Something amusing?”

     “Not at all boss.” The goon replied.

     “Snout” came out dressed in his shorts and a long t shirt to see other members of the gang watching the television broadcast of “New Shrew Review”....

      “So far....the Chipmunks have not emerged from their hotel to face what is obviously a throng of reporters outside waiting to ask about these allegations of alleged incest between the lead singer, Alvin Seville, and his older brother Simon Seville. Some of the details are pretty disturbing and the newspaper which posted the initial claims states that it has substantial witnesses and evidence to back up its reporting. We’ve also received reports that some reporters at the hotel where the Chipmunks are staying have to be protected by ZPD officers because as expected, angry Chipmunk fans have gathered and they are enraged, they are screaming “Liars, Liars, Liars set the news papers on fires!” it’s a pretty crazy situation there right now...” 

      “Snout” clenched his paws and gritted his teeth. “Who the fluck snitched?! Who called the gawd damned newspapers?! What stupid, crazy dumbfluck do I have to choke the life out of?” “Snout” screeched.

     “Wasn’t any of us Boss.” “Snout’s” new second in command, “Locksley” replied. “I already made the rounds. None of our rats would dare cross your authority like this.”

      “Snout” listened to more of the accounts on the television...”Oh that’s bull snit! They’re not doing more than swapping spit, cum and tongue...broom parties? Gay club orgies? That’s all bull snit.”

       Locksley nodded. “I mean we almost know everything about them boss, we don’t follow them all over the land.”

      Snout steamed. “This was our best ticket yet to move into high class “snatch” and some snit head comes out with this bull snot...I want to know who’s doing this because right now I smell a ton of bull turd on the floor.”

     One of the goons casually said...”What’s the deal boss? I mean we have all the “legits” on Alvin and his brother.”

     “Snout” stomped over to the goons and slapped the big rat off his head. “Figures! I don’t pay you to think you stupid block head! This dirty tail hole bastard...whoever he is....just under-cut our thunder! All our videos are worthless!”

     “Snout” turned to Locksley. “I want you to find out who this little “nancy-tailed” mother flucker is. I want to know where he lives, where he works, where he takes a fricken piss! I want him dead! I want his tail in my fricken paws and I want it by mother flucken tomorrow morning!”

    “Snout” stomped off snatching a small lamp off a table and smashing it against a wall before slamming his bedroom door shut.

    “Oh mammal....” A short dumpy rat named Paulano said as he walked up to Locksley. “The Boss is super fricken pissed.”

     “We’re not moving....not yet. The boss knows better than to let his anger talk for him. Going after the source of this story right now would be crazy. Give him an hour or so to “perk”....then I’ll talk to him and we’ll go from there.” Locksley turned to his fellows. “Everyone understand? No moves on the source of the report until I tell you?”

      The assembled rats in the room nodded.

End of Chapter 15