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 16

The office of Saul Shrewman, AAL PD
Downtown Little Rodentia
10am
July 18

     Simon, Alvin and Theodore had to slink to the car at the hotel in boxes being carried by Saul’s very large Muskrat security guard named Poladorus, whom Simon ( being a fellow intellectual ) struck up a conversation that quickly got Alvin fuming with jealousy....

     “Our very lives are in danger and you’re discussing some long dead moron named “Pluto”....” Alvin snorted.

     “Well what do you want to talk about?” Simon replied. “Broom parties?”

       “Can you guys just quit?” Theodore asked as he held his hands over his ears....

       “I hope this Saul is as good as he brags.” Simon huffed.

       “If he isn’t?” Alvin replied. “I got a few ideas already....garbage mammals....night watch-mammals...prostitution...”

       “Smack!” Simon slapped Alvin off the head. “Grow up! We all need to take this with deadly seriousness!”

       Poladorus stopped the car behind Saul’s building because he was working out of a strip mall which most of the time was quite busy. The big Muskrat led the Chipmunk brothers through the back door and into the main office which was “decked out” in a sort of old style Lupinian Roman forum decoration with Greco columns and a painted ceiling mural. The centerpiece of the painting had Saul in a business suit flamboyantly arguing at a rostrum like something out of the Scopes Monkey Trials.

       “Illusion of grandure much?” Alvin snorted as he looked up. “This mammal’s full of himself.”

       “You should be right next to him trying to upstage him with your foolish whit Alvin.” Simon said calmly which enlisted a growl from his little brother just as Saul Shrewman entered through his inner doorway with his paw extended...

       “Gentle-mammals, Gentle-mammals....welcome, welcome, Saul Shrewman at your service. Keep this in mind, when you’re in a bind, if you’re gonna loose it all, you better call Saul.” The upbeat and bombastic Shrew said with a grin as he shook the Chipmunk’s paws...

      “You’re.....Simon. I can tell....the intelligence just flows off your head.” Saul said. “And you must be Alvin? You look more dashing in mammal than on stage. And this charming ball of happiness must be Theodore?”

      Theodore blushed and Chipmunk giggled as he hugged himself at the compliment. Alvin had to quickly set a tone....

      “Look here Mister fancy pants law mammal. Are you gonna shuck us with gooey praise all day long or are you gonna help us out of the jam we’re in?” Alvin asked snorting and putting his paws on his hips.

     “Easy tiger. Keep those claws retracted.” Saul replied with a paw wave. “Everyone find a seat and let’s go over some things....ummm....I’m afraid not too many a little un-pleasant mind you.”

     The brothers took their seats as Saul’s paws flew over the papers on his desk...”First? The good news. Nothing they have here is a criminal charge against Simon...even the broom parties....”

     “Ugh!” Simon huffed. “Can you leave out talking about “Brooms?” please?”

     “It’s part of these allegations in the press kido...none of them true.” Saul replied.

     “They’re not true!” Alvin snapped. “No way would Simon stick a broom handle up my butt! Plenty of times a stupid temperature taker.”

     “Can everyone shut up!” Theodore yelped. “Everything’s a big fat lie! Mister Shrewman? I know my brothers...everything being said about them are lies!”

      Saul sighed...”Proving that cameras lie is a hard thing boys.” Saul said shrugging his shoulders. “The newspaper who broke the story said they have video of Simon and Alvin in a full on gay rampage night after night in the hotel room and some moments around the city. Hard to refute video evidence.”

    Simon snapped. “They had cameras in our room?!”

    “That’s what the newspaper source said.” Saul replied. “And he’s holding them back for a ton of cash. That’s what my inside source at that rag snit sheet of toilet paper claims.”

    Alvin felt relieved...”Now we’ll get them bastards out of our life! Perfect cover to get those things removed!” He felt like giving Tony Toponi a sloppy wet kiss and all the money he could deserve if it wouldn’t put the Chipmunks in the poor house.

    Simon walked up to Saul’s desk...”What can we do and how much do you want? I can have a “Paw-fund-me” account set up for your use. If we have to go broke to save our reputations then so be it.” Simon turned to his brothers. “Any objections?”

    Alvin whined....”Might as well get used to card board boxes and Raman noodles.”

    Simon then turned to Saul...”For starters? What can you do?”

    “Well the first thing to do.” Saul replied. “Is for you “munks” to make a strong showing before the media. Leave all the work to me, I’ll fill up a joint with your supporters and make the “dirty laundry bags” piss their collective pants...let’s see them feel enough water in their balls to dare print any more salacious crap. Then? We’re going to get the ZPD involved, get a warrent on that hotel you’re staying at and threaten them with fried nuts on ham for allowing their rooms to be tampered with. Then we’ll go after that dirty rag sheet newspaper with an injunction and a deposition to disclose sources since their source is probably a commissioner of a felony for staging cameras in a private hotel room. Any one here for fried nut sack?”

     Alvin growled. “Can you please lay off all the sex references there pal?”

    “I’m sorry you’re so triggered Alvin.” Saul replied. “Do you want a “baw, baw” you poor baby?”

      Alvin almost lunged had it not been for Theodore grabbing an arm. “Alvin? Calm down....obviously this shrew is what he is, let him go.”

      Alvin snorted....”Prick.”

     “I appreciate the compliment kid...honestly. Now....there are papers to be signed and details to be finalized so if you would all sit close to the desk here? We will start to have a barrel full of high on drugs, pissed off and ready to kill ferrets.”

Pixie and Dixy’s apartment
10am
July 18

       Pixie awoke with his head pounding and his shoulders hurting from being suspended in a working harness from the exercise bench and rig in the apartment he and his brother shared...

      It had been a very uncomfortable night hanging from a ceiling hook covered in medication patches and medical wrapping but not as annoying nor sleep depriving as Pixie having to listen to the sobs and whines of his brother mourning over his tortured tail....

      “Can you please finally stop balling like a little bitch so I can sleep?” Pixie asked sleepishly. “Your tail will be all right Dix, gawd damn it.”

      “Easy for you to say.” Dixie snorted back. “You just lost fur..."geesh”....How could we have been so fricken stupid?! We smelled the gas but we both said....”Duh....must be coming from the garage....kah- duuuuh.....duuuh.....BOOM! What a pair of Gobatzas!”

      “It could have been worse.” Pixie said as he tried to get as comfortable as he could. “At least the boss is being understanding.”

      “I wouldn’t.” Dixie replied. “If I were Tony? I’d be super pissed off at both of us! Hell, we’re out of action for at least two weeks...no money income for the gang or us. I just hope Mandi got your phone back.”

      A knock on the door got Dixie to reach into the side lamp table next to his couch for a loaded paw gun....”Yeah? Who is it?”

     “Sandy you guys! Let me in?!” It was little Sandy Leech, the good Farkle playing mouse who tagged earlier with the two brothers when they went slashing tires for an auto repair scam operation.

      Dixie opened the door and Sandy cocked his head curiously. “What the hell happened to you two?” The young mouse said as he walked over to Pixie...”You guys ok? Did someone try to whack you?”

     “We tried to “whack” ourselves kid.” Dixie replied. “We were going to open a safe but instead we sparked an explosion of escaping gas and almost became fried mouse a la beer batter.”

      Sandy snickered. “Well that was fricken stupid.”

      “Kid’s a genius.” Pixie huffed. “So why are you here “stroller”?”

     “I got your stroller between my rump cheeks.” Sandy snorted back. He then tossed a brick of money into Dixie’s paws!

     “What’s this for?” Dixie asked.

     “My score for the gang.” Sandy replied. “My nights winnings from hustling at the “Rock Away” casino in Sahara Square.”

      Dixie was impressed...”How the hell did you manage to play in the “Rock Away” Casino? I think there’s a sign at the door saying “If you’re not this height to ride? Fluck off.”

      “There’s also another sign that says....”Lay scratch or put out a lay to play?” Well.....I did the first one well enough. I really flucked some high rollers and I set up a job for us too.”

        Dixie frowned....”Who gave you any permission to set up jobs for our gang? Did you go through Tony? Did you even bother to see Fievel?”

       “If we don’t take advantage of it...” Sandy begged. “Some other crew will grab at it! I saw some of Mister Big’s “Shrew-tenants” at the Casino too and they were getting an earful let me tell you.”

         Pixie sighed...”Me and Dixie can’t do snit right now or doesn’t that look obvious enough?”

         “You guys should be clean soon enough?” Sandy replied. “We have a week or two.”

         “Ok.....ok jiggle puff kitten puff....” Dixie snorted. “What’s the job?”

      Sandy replied....”To whack Samuel Katwalider and burn down his mansion. His wife is tired of his behind the door “cat night” pussy slamming. She wants him dead and she collects the insurance on his stupid ass. Profit? 50 grand in zoo bucks.”

     Pixie waved a paw....”Wait! Wait! Wait you silly rapporto con un pesce cieco stupido.....wait.....you want to set up a hit....to whack Samuel Katwalider? Thee Samuel Katwalider? A flucking panther? And just how do we accomplish this feat? Oh balls which are bigger than my brains?”

     Sandy stood with his paws on his hips...”I don’t see anything different than any other sort of “whacking”...just that the mark is like a little bigger.”

     “Yeah....”Dixie snorted....”And we don’t have cat sized balls or is that not sort of a visual thing with you?”

      “Oh come on you two!” Sandy yelped. “You two are the best “mechanics” in all Rodentia! Ok....all be it your latest fling was an absolute fiasco...”

       “Hey fluck you, you little snit head!” Pixie snapped.

       “But think of the positive benefits guys!” Sandy argued. “Oh my gawd! A bunch of mice “whack” a high roller, high order predator like Katwalider? Think of how that would run through the rodent underworld?! Instant level thousand street cred! The big families would really take notice of our gang! They might consider contracts with us! We might score an interview with a “Father”...think of it!”

       Pixie thought and nodded....”Fricken bizaro but the kid makes a good play.”

       “Oh yeah...” Dixie huffed....”Before or after Tony has our nuts crushed with hammers and our bodies torn apart on rat paper? He will NEVER approve of this Pix.”

      “Why does he have to know about it?” Sandy asked.

      “Kid?” Dixie replied. “Do you want to die horribly? Nothing gets done unless Tony approves, every gang is the same way, the top must approve all actions no matter what they are. Going “lone bone” is a big risk.”

       “I’m willing to wager my life.” Sandy said as he stood on the balls of his feet and bobbed up and down. “Yeah....I’m a gambler and it’s a natural thing with gamblers. I am totally willing to risk my life for a big return. If we fail? Tony can do to me what he wants.”

      Pixy snickered....”The penalties could be devastating. You might die in a month with a train tunnel for a tail hole.”

      “Or?” Sandy replied. “Tony might get a call by Mister Big. Becoming a made crew of a family is a worthy hight for a big risk.”
  
       Dixy sighed....”Give us some time to consider it kid. Give us that much ok?”

       Pixy smiled. “You can’t deny the kid has spunk.”

     Dixie snorted back. “I can’t deny he’s stupid crazy in the fricken head.”

       Sandy flopped onto the couch...”Hey? Do you think Tony will let me do “small time” street gambling? You know? Penny rackets?”

      “Ask him about it.” Dixie said waving a paw. “But keep in mind that, that racket is as packed as a sardine dish, everyone is doing it. And if you step into a piece of land being run by a family? Don’t expect them to be so forgiving about it. Mammalsonally? (personally) I might think about you being a numbers runner for our weekly collective betting game? We run it with a “big digger” from Sahara named “Top Cat” and he’s looking for collectors. You’ll make good pocket scratch off it too, “Top” tends to pay runners pawsomely (Handsomely).

      Sandy smiled back. “Cool! Can you put in a word for me?”

      Pixie waved a paw. “I’ll call “Top” after I get some more sleep.”

 Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
10am
July 18

     Tony slipped a piece of strawberry slowly through the lips of his love as he held Fievel close to him and gently thrusted his cock deep into the younger mouse’s tail hole...

    “Sigh....mmmm....Tone Tone....” Fievel said softly as he turned his head around to kiss his beloved....”I could do this more often....uh!...”gasping”....yeah.....don’t rush it ok?”

     Tony gently nibbled on an ear...”My little sunshine...oh...huh...oh I love you so much Fievel...” Tony slowly lowered Fievel onto his back and thrusted deep into his wanting tail hole, bumping his prostate into waves of lush tingling...

     “Huh......mmmmm.....yeah.....use me up Tony....fricken slam me hard.” The young mouse yelped as he held his legs wide apart....”Tone? What about Jimmy?”

      “We’re having delightful sexual relations and you bring up Jimmy?” Tony said with a snicker as he pushed deep and hard then held his cock still....”What about Jimmy? You want me to find a way to post bail?”

      “Guess that’s too risky huh?” Fievel said as he rubbed Tony’s chest.

      “Kid’s gonna be fine Five.” Tony said as he slowly ran his lips over Fievel’s neck. “Mmmm....kiss.....suckle......kiss......he’s gonna be just fine. All I’m caring about right now is pounding your sweet little butt into space...”

      Tony began to thrust hard and fast into Fievel’s gape, causing his young lover to gulp air and squeel as the piston’ing cock slammed into his prostate and made his body shake and his tongue loll from his mouth!

      “UH!.......OH FLUCK!” Fievel squealed. “FLUCK TONY! UGH! RIP MY FLUCKEN ASS HOLE UP! PLEASE!” Fievel screamed as his young cock shot cum all over his lovers stomach! “UGH! UGH! FLUCKEN WASTE ME TONE TONE!” Fievel gasped hard as he gripped the bed sheets and screwed them tight around his paws. “Huh....huh....huh.....huh......gnah! “Tony!.....Uh guh......Tony fluck!”

      Tony tensed up and felt his balls empty their stream of hot goo into Fievel’s tail hole. Moments later...he pulled out and watched the cum squirt out from his little lover’s well screwed behind...

      “Gasp.....gasp”......”Now that? Was fricken awesome.” Tony said as he sat rubbing his cock and balls gazing at his handy work...”Did you enjoy that my little bitch?”

      “Fricken yeah I did.” Fievel replied as he sat up...”Ouch! Damn.... you tore me up good this time Tone Tone.”

     Just then....Tony’s phone rang...”Yell low....” Tony answered.

    “It’s Mandy.” Armando the rat said. “No joy on getting the phone boss. I think the cops already got it, though looking at how the inside of the joint is so flucked up? Hopefully it was so badly scorched that they can’t get anything out of it.”

     Fievel slowly slipped off the bed and hobbled to the bathroom...”Holy snit Tone Tone...you wrecked me good.”

     Tony smiled his approval then spoke to Mandy. “All right. We just have to hope for the best. I want you to “tag” that dumb tail who owns the joint and make sure he keeps his fricken yapper shut. You tell me if he says anything stupid.”

     “My ears are tuned boss.” Mandy replied.

     Tony heard the wet “expulsion” coming from Fievel’s rear end...”Seriously filled your cream custard pocket huh my little treasure of mine?” Tony said as he watched Fievel come to the door jam of the bedroom bath....

    “I’m seriously wasted.” Fievel replied as he smiled back at his love.

    “Come ear you.” Tony said with outstretched paws and Fievel climbed into them and into a wonderful exchange of sweet tongues...

    “Kiss”.....”Kiss”......My hot lil bitch.” Tony said as he rolled Fievel onto his back, making gestures to “plow” once more...

     “I’m spent.” Fievel said to Tony as he played with the tip of his “top’s” nose....”Why don’t we try for a two bagger? See if we can’t nail two high rollers in our next scam?”

     “Because you’d look terrible as a split roast.” Tony replied as he rubbed Fievel’s stomach. “One at a time’s enough....it’s the safer play.”

    Fievel snorted. “You’re just jealous we’ll find two rodents and I’ll enjoy getting flucked by them both.” The younger mouse replied thumping his lover’s chest. “Any way? We should clean up and get to business. There’s things to do...

    Tony grabbed both of Fievel’s wrists....”It’s not noon yet. I’m in the mood right now for a “Wet Fievel pussy shake” if you get my drift.” Tony said as he licked his chops.”

    Fievel spread his legs to expose his cum leaking tail hole...”Clean me up? By all means.”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
noon
July 18

     The conference room at the hotel was packed with reporters, all rodents of course. Behind the entry door at the front of the room, Saul Shrewman looked over each of the Chipmunk brothers as they wore their traditional sweaters and looked nervous as hell...

     “Boys? Relax. Short statements allright? I do most of the talking alright?” Saul said as he walked in front of each giving them encouragement. When he came to Theodore....”You know what you’re going to do right?” Saul asked. “Give everyone a big old soup of drama. Have a blast with it.”

      Theodore gave back a real “screwy” sort of delighted look. “Oh I’ll act out all right, trust me.” He said with a snicker.

       “Don’t have an orgasm out there Theo?” Alvin warned.

       With that....the boys and Saul walked through the door and into a blaze of flashing lights and squealing reporters!

“Are the rumors true?!”

“Simon! How do you face these charges?!”

“Was Theodore involved?!”

“Alvin?! Are you a homosexual?!”

     Saul took the rostrum with the boys standing behind him...”Ah hem...Good afternoon, I am Saul Shrewman A.A.L and P.D. in the great state of Zootopia. I am the legal defense counsel for these wonderful and gifted young Chipmunks who’ve been viciously and ruthlessly assaulted by one of your pals!” Sal snarled as he pointed a paw finger at the media. “You filthy, dirt scraping, stink laundering bastards!”

“Mister Shrew....”

“Shut the hell up dirt bag!” Saul snapped back. “I think the throngs of very pissed off fans who know these good hearted singers better than most know how much of a bull snit hatchet job this is on their character. Today.....I am filing a law suit against the newspaper that first published this insanity. I am also filing a lawsuit to compel the source of these allegations to reveal himself or themselves as I believe they have committed felonious violations in pursuit of their so called “evidence”. The accused have the right to meet those who accuse them of such sickening behavior as the paper accuses....”

“The charges of molestation against Simon Seville are false!”

“The charges of sick “gay orgies” are false!”

“The charges of sexual assault and demonstrable abuse by Simon on his loving brother Alvin are false!”

    Saul turned to the boys....”Simon? Do you want to say something?” Saul then snap turned to the media. “No damn questions you turkey buzzards! No wait....Turkey buzzards at least have some respect!”

    Simon walked up to the podium....”Good afternoon...I am Simon Seville. First....to my beloved and dear brothers...I am sorry this has come upon our family. If it is true that we stayed in this hotel in a room that was “bugged” I should have realized it, this is the nightmare I’ve been sick about...that our lives would be twisted and dragged through mud like this. I want to make it clear....these allegations are false! I would NEVER sexually abuse my brothers no do the disgusting things that have been written about me! I have a right to face the mammal or rodent accusing me of such sick behavior. We will fight your fabricated lies to the end! To our fans...we feel we have hurt you all terribly. We need your support more than ever. Thank you.”

    Saul looked at Alvin. “Alvin? Do you wish to say something?”

    Avin approached the podium and stood silent for a while. “Good afternoon.....no.....it’s not good....it frankly sucks.” Alvin took a deep breath. “This event has forced me to.....to come out....I am gay.”

   Flashes went off and reporters tried to scream questions.....

   “SHUT UP YOU BASTARDS!” Alvin screamed...he then slackened. “There’s no proof.....none....Simon would never.....he would never, ever abuse me. He would never take me to places to be “gang raped” and he would never violate me by the sick descriptions printed by that awful newspaper! Are you all happy now?! There! I said it! I’M GAY! Are you happy?! Are you happy you’ve destroyed my life and messed up my brothers with you absolute.......gnah.....I can’t even swear against you filthy mongrel bastards! I hate all of you! We’re going to make that dirty newspaper pay for these sick lies about us!”

    Alvin pretended to want to leap off the stage and kick some snoots in but Saul caught him! “You can all burn in hell! Vultures! Bastards! Burn in hell!”

    “Alvin?” Saul said softly. “Alvin....enough....” Saul turned to Theodore. “Theodore? Do you want to say something?”

      Theodore walked to the podium and stood wiping tears off his face. “I’m normally the fun and easy brother...you all know me....my fans know me...it’s not easy to get me really emotional.....until now......

     Theodore started the water works....”How could you? How could any of you hit us like this? I was always taught...by Simon who is my school teacher and a very good and loving one at that. I was always taught that the accused have the right to defend themselves before lies are spread about them in public. Guess that wasn’t true....”

     Theodore gripped the podium. “Right now? I have to seriously hold myself from going feral and ripping some eyes out. We Chipmunks may be easy going rodents but when you get us angry? We’ll explode and..... and I don’t want to explode right now....”

       Theodore got his tears going good....”How could you do this to us? To our fans? Don’t we have the right to defend ourselves against such lies? I’m as close to Simon and Alvin as any of you and there’s not an inch of truth in what Simon’s accused of or what Alvin is accused of and there was no right, reason or justification for these lies against us.”

       Theodore looked like he was collapsing but Alvin and Simon rushed in to hold him up. “We’ve done more than any band in Zootopia. Our innocent image is not fake. My brother Simon is not an abuser. I love my brother Alvin to death and he’s not sick! I hope ALL OF YOU BURN IN HELL! EVERY ONE OF YOU! YOU’RE KILLING US!”

      Alvin and Simon struggled to get Theodore through the back door of the room and Saul took the podium again...

     “It would seem the Chipmunks have said enough. As their lawyer, I demand the newspaper in question retract this vicious story and produce the low life coward or cowards who hide behind them. Otherwise? Get ready to have your ass sued off the planet. That’s all, good day to all you rotten garbage pickers.”

     Saul walked to the back door ignoring any questions as he slowly closed it behind his back....

     “And that is how things go.......boooooooom.” Saul said to the brothers as he made explosion gestures with his paws.

     Simon nodded with a smile. “Oh yeah...we just threw red meat into the shark cage and they’re in a frenzy.”

     Saul looked at Alvin....”I didn’t tell you to “out” yourself.

    “Well I did and now I feel a hundred percent better.” Alvin said with a smirk. “Maybe it’ll dent their thunder? Attacking a gay Chipmunk? That’ll get the “Pride” all up in their faces.”

    Theodore grabbed Alvin’s paw....”I don’t care what you are. You’re my brother, that’s what matters.”

     Alvin cheek snuggled Theodore...”And you are the brother of all brothers Theodore.”

     Saul waved a paw...I need to speak to each of you alone because there’s things in this whole situation that apply to all of you individually. Alvin first. Simon? You and Theodore can wait in the room across the hall from this one.”

    Saul waited till Simon and Theodore left...”Sit down Alvin.” He commanded. 

    Alvin took a seat....”You’re probably going to “gnash my nuts” over “coming out” right?”

    “No.” Saul replied. “You should understand that what just happened is going to get those Westy Nimh’s panties in a tight twist and that they will probably come after you seeking to know who screwed them out of their choice mule. They’ll think....reasonably.....that you have some goons working for your benefit. They’re not going to like that, in fact? They might threaten Simon or Theodore to get you to squeal.”

    “I was kind of thinking they’d be a little “pissy in their pot.” so just how is Tony Toponi going to handle that little problem because if they dare go after my brothers...”

     Alvin showed the handle of a gun under his sweater and just as quick...Saul snatched the pistol from under Alvin’s pants...

     “Oh what the hell?!” Alvin yipped. “Give it back!”

    “That....is the most stupid thing you could think of doing.” Saul remarked as he wagged the gun in his paw. “My advice to you is that you go meet right now with the Westies and chop their concerns off at the pass. Blunt their thunder with some shivering, some wet underwear and some convincing crying. And don’t worry....Tony Toponi will have your back covered. At the same time? You need to give Tony some juicy pictures of yourself which you just happened to text to your online “gay lover” but unfortunately? Your “gay lover” sent them to the stinking rodent who has your balls in a vice with that newspaper.”

     Alvin snapped. “What?! You want me to take.....you’re freeking nuts! Tony’s freeking nuts!”

     “A law suit and you will be freeking rolling in extra concert travel cash.” Saul snickered. “Worth a little show of skin huh?”

      “Hmph!” Alvin snorted. “absolutely crazy....but if you think it’ll work out?”

      “It’s not me who does the thinking Kid.” Saul snorted. “I just work the courts and get paid the big bucks. Now get to meeting up with the Westies and send Simon in here.”

Fort Bronco Precinct
Downtown Rodentia
General jail block
1pm
July 18

    Jimmy rolled over on his bed as Officer Mickey Oswald came through the cell door...”Are you alright? All that crying was getting us a little concerned. I was asked if we should allow a social worker to talk to you.”

    Jimmy rubbed his eyes....”I’m ok....just getting over being hateful on myself for being such a stupid tail hole.”

    “Your lawyers trying to establish a bail that the Jadah’s are willing to pay. They want to keep you despite all the bull you put them through. And Saul’s also trying to reduce your sentence to wearing a monitor and seeing a probation officer.” Mickey took a seat near the bed. “It would all work out so easily for you Jimmy if you’d just be honest about the armored car?” Mickey asked.

     “You’re still pushing that stupid snit?” Jimmy replied snorting. “I don’t know a thing! How many times do I have to say it? I had an epileptic epoxide and I zoned out. Sheesh.....you need a better hobby there Officer Oswald.”

       Mickey leaned forwards in his chair...”Let me lay things out so you understand them clearly James.” Mickey said as he played with his long tail in his paws...”We have a nice clear picture of your friend Fievel and we’re looking for him. It usually doesn’t take the ZPD long to find anyone in Zootopia. When we do find Fievel? We’re going to make him some offers he can’t refuse and if he dumps your name? You my little friend will lose that monitoring and a nice safe ride every day to a probation officer to perhaps ten to 15 years in “general pop” at Zoomax prison. Usually young mice like you? They get “pimp’d” for cash, smokes and a used porn magazine...”

       Jimmy snarled...”You’re threatening me without my lawyer present. I want a damn phone right now!”

      “Not a threat?” Mickey said as he waved his paws. “Just a friendly word of care and advice. I hope whoever you’re protecting? They actually feel you’re important enough to protect. Remember? It’s easier to toss an empty can than get a cheep nickel out of it. Just saying Jimmy.”

     Jimmy snapped back. “Get your stupid ass out of my sight! Get out of here or I’ll call my lawyer and nail you for harassment of a minor!”

    “Hope you have plenty of lubricant and salv James.” Mickey snickered.

    “Go fluck yourself on a windmill shaft you big flucken tail hole!” Jimmy screamed. “Fluck you Oswald! I want to talk to my lawyer right flucken now!”

   Mickey met Acres at the end of the cell block. “You just have to press your luck every time Mickey.”

   “It’s part of playing chess with criminals....have to push and prod to see if they’ll play with you.” Mickey replied as he and Acres walked into the main Precinct building...”So? Anything on this Fievel mouse?”

    “Nothing yet.” Acres replied. “The kid must be super squeaky clean, he’s no where on anyone’s radar.”

     Mickey stood playing with his tail again...a fetish that creeps in every so often when something’s becoming annoying...

     “You’re going to get sent to Mamalian Resources again if you keep doing that?” Acres warned.

      “I can’t for the life see how playing with your tail is somehow “sexual” in nature.” Mickey said snorting. “Any way? Nothing from any schools?”

      “Not from public schools.” Acres replied. “There’s twenty private schools and they’re difficult to get anything from but we’ll stay on it or you’ll never....” Acres slapped Mickey’s paws....”Quit that Mick! I’m serious!”

      “Sorry for being a little frustrated.” Mickey snorted. “I want to catch those bastards who jacked that truck. My big break towards making “El Tee”.

       “Well trust your fellow officers.” Acres replied. “I know what will make you feel better...let’s hit the streets and bust some “John’s and Jane’s”....take that urge of yours and throw some pimps in the slammer.”

       Mickey took a deep breath. “Always full of ideas.”

      “What are your partners for?” Acres replied.

Southwest City Center
Downtown Rodentia
2pm
July 18

       The driver felt an obvious sudden resistance in his movement and saw his driver side mirror was gone from it’s base! “Oh what the?!” The mouse snapped as he rolled down his window and saw a young preteen mouse sitting on the sidewalk holding his upper arm and crying...

      “Did I hit that kid?” The driver thought as he parked his car and ran towards the little mouse...

      “Phillip?!” An older teenage mouse screeched as he came running up to the crying youngster. “Phillip?! What happened?!” The teenage mouse asked as he held the sobbing youngster...

      “I....was crossing.....the street.....an.....an he!” Fievel pointed to the driver of the car.....”He....he hit me with his car! OWWW! OW MY ARM HURTS!”

     Tony shot to his feet....”HEY! YOU HIT MY NEPHEW YOU DUMB BASTARD!”

     “I didn’t mean too!” The driver replied. “I didn’t even see him cross the street! I swear I didn’t mean it!”

      Tony pushed the older mouse back....”The good that’ll do! My little nephew who means more to me than my life is badly hurt you stupid gabanzola!” Tony played it up like a tsunami of maple syrup....”Oh Phillip! You’ll never play little league ball again! You were the best pitcher in the whole city!”

      “Momma! I want my momma!” Fievel screamed!

      The driver looked around quick...”Uh? How about we settle this right now? I’ll give you money to get him to a doctor. It doesn’t look that bad really? Probably just a glancing blow. Lucky the mirror was probably designed to break away.”

      Tony got in the older mouse’s face....”Why you dirty tail hole snit licker! You tryin to bribe your way out of the lock up you miserable goosh who probably wore out your mutha’s pussy? How dare you?! I’m calling the fricken cops!”

      “No!” The older mouse replied. “Please! Here’s......here’s five hundred Zoo bucks....that should be enough.”

      Tony growled...”What?! Five hundred measly clams? Are you lickin out my tail hole or somethin?! My nephew’s gonna be suffering trauma for the rest of his natural life or somethin and you offer me five hundred bucks? Oh fluck you....I’m calling the cops here...”

     The driver sighed....”Ok.....ok.....will a thousand be enough?”

      Tony snorted....”I dunno....I guess I can take that. You’re probably right....” Tony turned to Fievel...”Hey Phillip? Can you move your arm?”

      Fievel moved his arm and winced....”Yeah....but it still hurts.”

      “Good thing you didn’t break his arm.” Tony said to the older mouse. “Now give me the grand and get outa here before I change my mind and ask for a blow job as an extra you dirty rat on a garbage pile.”

     The older mouse dropped a grand into Tony’s paws, picked up his broken mirror and quickly left...

     Fievel giggled....”Should have asked for the blow job. There was a gay sticker on his bumper.”

     “Hey shut up you and let’s find another mark.” Tony replied snorting.

Tony’s notes.....

     “So the mirror scam’s one of our most lucrative operations you know? It all starts with our pal Jinxy the Cat who’s the biggest auto dealer for all of Rodentia. See....Jiny has these mirrors installed on all his high end cars with these hard to see button covers on the mirrors that allow you to “loosen the works”, you know...work the screws holding the mirror to the base so the mirror breaks off easy.”

     “You can identify Jinxy’s cars because he etches “JXE” on the bottom side of the back bumpers...you gotta use a mirror to find the etch see? Once you find a car with the etch on it? It dosen’t take but a quick second to pop the buttons and loosen the mirror to where when you get smacked by it? It breaks off nice and easy.”

     “So my little light of my heart “Philly” plays the innocent victimized wafe you know? He wears a nice shoulder pad that takes most of the hit, which he easily ditches under his rump as he’s sitting on the pavement giving our victim the water falls of tragedy. I swear the little shave should be in pictures. For me? They’d all be porn pictures.”

      “I come up...say a few choice words and yah know? Baddah boom, the poor stooge doesn’t want any trouble with the cops and he or she pays out....it’s a nice easy scam see?”

      “So then the poor stooge drives his or her car back to Jinxy’s lot, feeds him a bull snit story and gets the mirror re-installed....with the same defective mirror and the process starts all over again but with different mice playing the loving and devoted siblings. We’ve scammed some of these poor deuche’s like ten times already and they keep being stupid about it.”

       “If the pay out is exceptionally good? I promise Philly an evening dinner, a good time at our favorite private gay bar and then a night of delicious nuptules between us with strawberry and cream delights. Hey? I gottah keep my favorite “Nephew” happy don’t I?”

End of chapter 16