{"submission_id":"2276788","keywords":[{"keyword_id":"98674","keyword_name":"american tail","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"58"},{"keyword_id":"17279","keyword_name":"cops","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"299"},{"keyword_id":"3428","keyword_name":"crime","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"273"},{"keyword_id":"5085","keyword_name":"criminals","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"77"},{"keyword_id":"769","keyword_name":"disney","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"12215"},{"keyword_id":"36713","keyword_name":"fievel mousekewitz","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"381"},{"keyword_id":"32697","keyword_name":"gay relationship","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"595"},{"keyword_id":"282","keyword_name":"homosexual","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"4419"},{"keyword_id":"6147","keyword_name":"mafia","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"188"},{"keyword_id":"6255","keyword_name":"mickey mouse","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"408"},{"keyword_id":"1235","keyword_name":"police","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"1916"},{"keyword_id":"23942","keyword_name":"rodents","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"440"},{"keyword_id":"41958","keyword_name":"tony toponi","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"36"},{"keyword_id":"219549","keyword_name":"zootopia","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"6905"}],"hidden":"f","scraps":"f","favorite":"f","favorites_count":"0","create_datetime":"2020-10-12 16:16:33.196529+02","create_datetime_usertime":"12 Oct 2020 16:16 CEST","last_file_update_datetime":"2020-10-12 16:10:42.796207+02","last_file_update_datetime_usertime":"12 Oct 2020 16:10 CEST","username":"dan6691","user_id":"561434","user_icon_file_name":"159991_dan6691_astro_icon.jpg","user_icon_url_large":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/159/159991_dan6691_astro_icon.jpg","user_icon_url_medium":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/159/159991_dan6691_astro_icon.jpg","user_icon_url_small":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/159/159991_dan6691_astro_icon.jpg","file_name":"3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3313/3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3313/3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3313/3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","files":[{"file_id":"3313683","file_name":"3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3313/3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3313/3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3313/3313683_dan6691_crew_17.rtf","mimetype":"text/rtf","submission_id":"2276788","user_id":"561434","submission_file_order":"0","full_size_x":null,"full_size_y":null,"screen_size_x":null,"screen_size_y":null,"preview_size_x":null,"preview_size_y":null,"initial_file_md5":"c8b60e5964e88de8d1e8b40328fd2af6","full_file_md5":"c8b60e5964e88de8d1e8b40328fd2af6","large_file_md5":"","small_file_md5":"","thumbnail_md5":"","deleted":"f","create_datetime":"2020-10-12 16:10:42.796207+02","create_datetime_usertime":"12 Oct 2020 16:10 CEST"}],"pools":[],"description":"Micky continues to investigate the armored car heist. Alvin is still having to be a drug mule even after being \"out'd\" as gay. Mickey finds out who \"Fievel\" is. Sandy Wants to whack a Panther.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Micky continues to investigate the armored car heist. Alvin is still having to be a drug mule even after being "out'd" as gay. Mickey finds out who "Fievel" is. Sandy Wants to whack a Panther.","writing":"[b][center]Zootopia‭ ‬chipmunks‭ ‬American tail\n\nthe crew\n‭“Counter screw da screw”\nBy Dan\n\n(Teen/cub,‭ ‬violence,‭ ‬snuff,‭ ‬rape,‭ ‬gay relationship,‭ ‬gay sex‭)\n\nFievel and Tony Toponi‭ (‬c‭) ‬American Tail series by Don Bluth\nAlvin and the Chipmunks the‭ ‬1980‭‘‬s cartoon series‭ (‬c‭)\nZootopia‭ (‬c‭) ‬Walt Disney Productions\nMickey Mouse‭ (‬c‭) ‬Walt Disney Productions\nPixy and Dixy Mouse and Jinx the Cat‭ (‬c‭) ‬Hanna Barberra productions\n\nChapter‭ 17[/center][/b]\n\n[b]Fort Bronco Precinct\nDowntown Rodentia\n3:30pm\nJuly‭ ‬18[/b]\n\n “Pluto? Sit boy!” Mickey Oswald said as he held a dog cookie over his head. The miniature “Hound-a-Mousekus” dog (which was the size of a blood hound to a human when compared to a mouse) paced in a circle of need and anticipation before his part time handler....\n\n “That a boy....” Mickey said as he pointed to a nearby table with three paper bags on it. “Now if you pick the right bag with “Bambi” inside? You’ll get the cookie ok? Pick the right bag boy!”\n\n Mickey commanded with a pointing paw finger and Pluto went to the table. Without hesitation...the dog “pinged” the very left bag, much to Mickey’s joy....”That’s my good Dog! Great Pluto! Absolutely great! Here.....have your cookie.”\n\n It was at that moment....that Mickey’s mind suddenly gave him a serious “face slapping” of memory recall....”What? Oh snit! Oh....snit! Snit! Snit! Snit!” The black mouse yelped as he ran from the dog kennels, up through the Precinct and into Acre’s cubicle....\n\n “Ake?! Ake?!” Mickey chirped excitedly...”Oh snit? Oh snit?”\n\n “Oh snit what?” Acres asked. “What’s up?”\n\n Mickey rubbed his head...”I’m not sure....I mean? I was still a little out of it at the hospital after the salvation surgery and my brain was hitting reset but.....but......Let me see that picture?”\n\n “Picture of?” Acres asked.\n\n “The one from the cafe, the one with Jimmy Tedoro in it!” Mickey said as he gestured. Taking the picture from Acres...Mickey studied it intently....”That’s him! I can’t believe it took me this long! Holy snit stain!”\n\n “Mick? What?!” Acres asked.\n\n “This mouse?” Mickey said as he pointed to the other young mouse in the picture...”That’s the younger mouse who was with Tony Toponi when he came to see me in the hospital! Tony called him Fievel!”\n\n Acres looked at the picture himself....”You’re sure? That’s Fievel?”\n\n Mickey rubbed his head...”Well I know my head was still full of fog but damn it?....I know Tony called that younger mouse “Fievel or Philly”. Mickey frowned...”We have to get Toponi in here but......”\n\n “Just say the word and I’ll get a warrant.” Achers said as he reached for his phone.\n\n “Not yet.” Mickey said as he shook his head. “There’s other concerns at the moment and some bigger fish to catch. I don’t want to jeopardize an important investigation. Right now? It’s vital that you don’t tell anyone about what we know....at least for the moment.”\n\n Acres shook his head....”I know you have some feelings about Toponi Mick. He saved your life and you feel some responsibility to be greatful but he rubs me like a weasel dicked, little gang banging, rat tailed bastard and if you let him pull the clouds over your eyes with his sweet and innocent street talk boss...I swear you’ll loose your badge and that little flucker won’t give a rats ass about it. If he knows this Fievel kid? He better turn him in and you better bring him in right now!” Acres sat back in his seat....”Just laying out the options there boss.”\n\n Mickey leaned against the desk brooding...”I’ll handle Toponi in my own way. Don’t “bogart” me behind my back Ake? Let me handle Toponi and see if I can smooze him into giving that little mouse up.”\n\n Acres snorted...”You’re being too trusting Mickey, I’m telling you.”\n\n “Sheesh....you act like Toponi is some master criminal and dangerous as all get out. His file doesn’t paint him being any bigger or worse than “Baby Face Nibbler”.\n\n “Only Toponi doesn’t have a body trail anyone can find, like Nibbler.” Acres replied as he waved a paw. “All I’m saying boss is that you have to be extremely careful. Quiet type mice like Toponi are just like an iceberg....you never see what’s sitting under the water.”\n\n[b]1st and Sunorma Street\nDowntown Rodentia\n3:30pm\nJuly‭ ‬18[/b]\n\n It wasn’t easy...in fact the taste of the toothy “nip” Alvin had to put on Simon’s rump still left a bad taste in the chipmunk’s mouth as he took his time walking to the closest “Circle K” store to grab some Raman noodles....a good excuse. He had already sent a text through the “Westy Gang” phone of how he could be identified and it wasn’t log before two rats coming the other way down the street grabbed Alvin at just the right moment and carried him deep into a small service alley behind a row of stores and shops...\n\n “Please don’t mess up my fur or my face?” Alvin pleaded. “I have to make money still you know guys.”\n\n The rats dropped Alvin on a stack of cardboard boxes just as the Westy’s boss “Snout” made his appearance...\n\n “Guess how angry I am right now Alvin?” “Snout” snorted as he slowly pounded a fisted paw against his other paw. “Take a real wild guess right now? You might win a prize or a bullet in your skull for you trouble?”\n\n Alvin snorted. “I imagine right now you’re steaming mad like a volcano. But get mad at the newspaper, not at me!”\n\n “Snout” produced a newspaper.....”Then how did they find out all this juice on you? How does your “lawyer” know that there’s cameras in the room? Convince me “Chippy” that this isn’t a scheme of yours to weasel out of your contract with me? Make it convincing Alvin.”\n\n Alvin shot off the boxes...”Now you look here you bald tail! rabies infested! flea bite scratching pile of syphilis disease...!!”\n\n And just as quickly.....Alvin was thrown down onto the pile of cardboard and the barrel of a mouse scatter gun was showed into his mouth!”\n\n “Snout” looked down with a smile on his face. “My my? You are an acomplished little cock sucker aren’t you? All pissed off an full of foul ranch dressing aren’t we?”\n\n Alvin pulled the gun barrel out of his mouth....”That’s pronounced “Piss and Vinegar” there....used douche.”\n\n One of the rats snarled...”Let me beat the snit out of this Chippy fluck stick boss!”\n\n “Snout” waved a paw....”Nah....I can tell Alvin’s really pissed off about his whole situation.”\n\n “Pissed?” Alvin snarled. “Pissed? First I get roped into a pile of snit by you and then this toilet roll of a newspaper calls me out for being gay and that my brother Simon molested me....yeah....I’m past being pissed to being white hot ready to order a fricken contract hit!”\n\n “Woe....” “Snout” gestured. “Don’t ask me to do it because if it involves the press? Not going to cut my own balls.”\n\n Alvin huffed. “What the hell does that mean?”\n\n “Oh?” “Snout” replied. Only that I have my sources in that newspaper and they will soon enough verify this whole deal as legit or a put on by you.” “Snout” snorted. “Just hope it’s not a ruse by you....for your sake.”\n\n “Cheese? As if stuff like this doesn’t follow every famous star day after day? How many times has Gazelle been “suspected” of being a lezbo?” Alvin snorted as he took out his smart phone....”Hey Sneezy?” He spoke at the screen. “How many times has Simon Seville been accused of paternity?”\n\n “Plink”.....”Simon Reginald Seville of the Chipmunks rock band has been accused seventeen times in the past year of being the father of several mammals including a tiger, a mouse, an elephant and a Pangolin.”\n\n “Duh! You think “I” would want to put “myself” through this crap?! And no! Simon didn’t take me to gay night clubs for “broom parties” or “sex orgies” ok? I may be a singing genius? But I’m not “That” original with cooked up bull snit like this!” Alvin slumped, crossed his arms and gave “snout” an angry puss look.\n\n “Snout” pursed his lips....”I’m trending to believe you....but? It still doesn’t break your contract with us. There’s more work for you in fact...”\n\n “What the hell don’t you get?!” Alvin snorted. “I can’t go out with this stuff going on! What am I supposed to do? Wear a disguise?”\n\n “Snout” smiled at him....\n\n “Oh.....oh hell no.” Alvin huffed. “You have to lay this low for a while till we get past this stupid media snit storm?”\n \n “I?” “Snout” replied. “Don’t have to do anything. You’re the mule and I’m the driver and I say? You’re going to do as I “drive you” or I’ll have you “driven” into the ground like a rail spike....capeesh there Chippy?”\n\n Alvin sighed....”You suck.”\n\n “No?” “Snout” replied. “You’re the little faggot here chippy....not me.”\n\n‭[b] Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen\n554‭ ‬Camp Street,‭ ‬Apartment‭ ‬16\n4:30pm\nJuly 18[/b]\n\n Fievel stood at the kitchen counter dressed in a long t shirt and short tube pink colored socks as he cooked Vodka sauce Rigatoni for himself and Tony...\n\n “A little more Parsley....a little more Sinjari.....”Sip”......mmmm....some......pestorini.....Hey Tone Tone? Got that garlic ready?” The young mouse asked.\n\n Tony sat at a table with a razor blade carefully slicing paper thin cuts of garlic clove....”Almost....remember kid, this is science at work you know?”\n\n “If that garlic isn’t ready when I need it then we’ll get a big fat “F” on this science fair project you.” Fievel snorted. “It has to be perfect timing....”\n\n Tony’s smart phone rang. He looked at the screen and cocked his head. “It’s Officer Mick....” Tony said as he swiped the green button.... “Yoe Mick?!”\n\n “Hi Tony.” Mickey replied. “You and whoever you’re working with and myself need to meet to go over this scheme with the Chipmunks and make sure it stays to script.”\n\n “Sure!” Tony replied. “Where do you wanna meet?”\n\n “The Clyde Caravel tavern on Harry Herpson Way. I can rent out their private card game room. You have my word...it’ll be safe for all of us.” Mickey said.\n\n Tony thought for a moment. “Sure, sure! I’ll see you there like? Like at 7:30?”\n\n “That’s fine.” Mickey replied. “See you then.” \n\n Tony swiped off the phone....\n\n “You want some back up?” Fievel asked as he tested the sauce with a spoon.\n\n “Nah...Mickey’s never been less than right with me. Maybe have Mandy sit a little bit back just in case but I don’t see any problems.” Tony replied as he walked up to the stove. “Gimme a taste?”\n\n Fievel help up a spoon. “It’ll be better when I get the garlic.”\n\n Tony took a sip and smacked his lips...”Mmmm....that’s good even without the garlic in it.” He then softly kissed his little beloved...”Even more so when you’re cooking it.”\n\n “Don’t get too “occupied” there Tony.” Fievel warned as he “whap’d” Tony in the nose with his spoon.\n\n The sound of a snap toy at the door turned Tony away from Fievel. The mouse boss opened the door to Sandy Leech...\n\n “Hi boss.” Sandy said with a paw wave.\n\n “Yo Fievel? Look who comes just in time to weasel his way into our dinner hour? Get in here you little snit?” Tony ordered with a paw gesture. “How you do-in kid?”\n\n Sandy pulled out a roll of Zoo bucks and showed it to Tony. “Here you are Tony.”\n\n Tony took the roll and smiled....”Holy Snit! Must be like five G’s here...how’d you do it?”\n\n “I turned tricks in Sahara Square.” Sandy said as he looked effeminate.\n\n Tony frowned....”You better be snittin me Sandy. You better not be “turning tricks” because I absolutely frown upon underage “tooting” by our members you know?”\n\n “Yeah right Tony...blow it out your hole!” Fievel snapped.\n\n “What you and I do is different potatoes “Five” so shut your yapper and cook.” Tony playfully warned.\n\n “No...I didn’t “toot” my ass Boss.” Sandy said. “I scammed a few Farkle tables at some of the casinos and turned a good profit but that’s not why I’m here.”\n\n “Well? You’re here for dinner kid and no complaints you get me?” Tony said. “So what’s up? Make with the interesting conversations.” Tony said as he sat down.\n\n Sandy sat on the other side of the coffee table...”Well I just saw Pixie and Dixy and sheesh they’re “jacked up” for a while huh?”\n\n “Gas explosions kinda do that.” Tony said.\n\n “Well? I floated an idea past them and......and.....at first I thought about doing it “rouge” at first? Then I got scared...” Sandy said as he rubbed his arms.\n\n “Good choice.” Tony replied. “Going rouge is a little risky, especially when you totally blind yer boss for a few extra bucks. I tend to get a little upset and you don’t want me even a bit upset at you.”\n\n Sandy nodded...”Which is why I had to come and see you.... though? You might not take my idea seriously....”\n\n “I give everyone a fair shake kid....ask Fievel. Ain’t that right Five?’\n\n “As long as you don’t have a cute ass and a sweet voice.” Fievel snickered.\n\n “Oh fluck you and cook you.” Tony snorted. “So what’s you thinking Sandy?”\n\n Sandy played with his paw fingers....”I want to whack Samuel Katwalider and burn down his mansion.”\n\n Tony started to giggle....”Are you snittin me? You’re snitting me? You are totally pulling bull right? Hey Five? Get a load of this? Sandy wants to whack a panther!”\n\n “Kinda big for the paws!” Fievel joked!\n \n “I’m serious!” Sandy snapped out! “I’m dead serious!”\n\n Tony huffed back....”Serious? You? You a little mouse want to whack a Panther? What? You gonna sling shot the bastard? Gonna bite him full of mouse turd spit? Wait! You’re gonna stab him with a dirty, rusty nail and hope he gets lock jaw?! Kid? You smoking some high grade snit or what you?!”\n\n Tony rubbed his paws over Sandy’s head. “You’re really fruity.”\n\n “Sigh....” “Boss? I?......” Sandy put his paws out. “I was concerned with what this means for you...”\n\n “Yupt.....yupt.....yupt.....you silly thing....shoosh the lips.” Tony said as he took a paw in his paws......shoosh.....ok? You’re talking about a bunch of mice ganging up on and whacking a panther....in all honestly Sandy...you have a go getter heart, you wanna try and prove yerself...fantastic, I am touched but kid? It’s too much.”\n\n “Too much perhaps to get a meeting with a “Father” or to have your street cred top a thousand if we pull this off?” Sandy replied. “Boss? He’s made a lot of enemies and not just his wife. I heard through “the grapes” that Mister Big has a bulls eye on his snoot for something and that means he’d send his big polar thugs to do it. Now if “we” cut them off and whacked Katwalider, sending a message that we took care to protect Mister Big’s silence on the matter? You know? Maybe he notices your genius, skill and daring and demands to see you? It is your desire right?”\n\n Tony sat back on his couch....”Kid? We’re already tied in some engagements that need all our attention...”\n\n “We’re talking two weeks before we do anything Boss?” Sandy replied. “Will you at least give it some consideration?”\n\n Tony sighed in reply....”Ok...ok....I’ll think it over...but! But...Don’t you even think of going behind my back no matter what good intentions you have to do it, do you hear me kid? You try any silly snit behind my back and I’ll fricken de-ball you with a carving knife and trust me kid? It won’t be a silly sight to see.”\n\n Sandy replied giddishly...”Thank you Boss! Thank you for just the consideration!”\n\n “My pleasure kid.” Tony replied waving a paw....”now come and have some grub with us ok?”\n\n[b]The Hotel Milton\nDowntown Little Rodentia\n4:30pm\nJuly‭ ‬18[/b]\n\n Alvin walked into the hotel room just as Simon got off the phone. “I was about ready to call the police to go find you, where have you been?” Simon asked Alvin...\n\n “It’s not like I can walk back real quick right now Simon.” Alvin snorted back. “Unless you want me to be mobbed with microphones shoved in my puss.....”How many brooms Alvin? What clubs did he take you too Alvin? Do you hate Simon so much you could kill him?” Well.... I was already planning a mafia hit before all this so....what can I tell you ladies and gentlemen of the press? Bite my sunny furry ass you stupid ambulance chasers!”\n\n “Well....” Simon said to Alvin. “I’m glad your typical “wise assery” is still maintained. Just between us three? Saul is sending some of our fans to “scream bomb” the house of the news reporter who broke this story about us.”\n\n “Scream bomb?” Alvin asked. \n\n “A walk by protest to force him to reveal his sources.” Simon replied. “And to gin up negative press to our advantage.”\n\n Alvin got snoot to snoot with Simon. “Did “you” cook this up?!”\n\n “No.....I did not.” Simon cool’y replied. “Just part of Saul’s little play book. You and I will be going on the View tomorrow, together. If I were you Alvin? I’d take a little time tonight to study up on proper decorum and buoyancy.”\n\n Alvin snickered. “I get enough “buoyancy” in your bed nerd.”\n\n Theodore laughed....”That was good! Boom!”\n\n “Nothing from the gallery please?” Simon huffed. “Seriously Alvin, you know they’ll probably ask some really sickening questions and you need to be able to answer calmly and rationally. No throwing fits and furniture around you hear me?”\n\n “Relax Simon.” Alvin gestured. “Any way? I have to figure out how to escape from here again so I can join up with Jackal tonight.”\n\n “Do what?!” Simon huffed!\n\n “Am I supposed to put my love life in limbo too?” Alvin snapped. “Not gonna happen! I promised Jackal a good dinner and a nice quiet night together and I’m gonna keep my promise Simon.”\n\n Simon crossed his arms. “It really goes against my better judgment to let you go out yet you’ll go out even if I say no won’t you?”\n\n Alvin marched in place....”Damn right! I think I’ll go meet our fans and bash the news media....\"One, two, Three Four....Alvin’s not your media whore! Five Six Seven Eight! Stop the media’s Alvin hate! A, B, C, D....Keep our Chipmunks tabloid free!” I’ll whip up the crowd and we’ll burn that rats house down!”\n\n “Chill the burning loins there Abby Hoofman.” Simon snorted. “Just? Just go quietly and please? Please do not go to any “establishments”....”No clubs or bars Alvin! You’re too young to be going to a club any way.”\n\n “I’ll make it a special point to violate that order and do a special pole dance in your honor at the “Gay Way Cafe”.” Alvin said as he waddled to the bathroom.\n\n Theodore walked to the door....”Alvin? Please be careful?” He asked innocently.\n\n “No worries Theo.” Alvin replied as he rubbed Theodore’s head tuft. “You know me? I’m all bark and a little nip. We’ll just go to a quit place for dinner and then I’ll be right back here....no funny business, I promise.”\n\n[b]The Clyde Caravel tavern\nHarry Herpson Way\n7:30pm\nJuly‭ ‬18[/b]\n\n Tony walked into the tavern to see Mickey sitting in a booth with a pair of drinks already on the table...”Yo Tony!” Mickey said as he stood up and gave Tony a hug....\n\n “Just another way to say thanks for all you did for me and my family kid. I owe you a bunch.....really.” Mickey said cheerfully.\n\n “Officer Mick....it’s no problem at all.” Tony replied as he played with Mickey’s cheeks. “I see that very rosey color’s come back to your puss already? Bet you’re just itching to get back to the streets huh?”\n\n “I never left.” Mickey replied. “I worked as I was down in bed... between official business and being my daughter’s tutor.”\n\n “Such a paw load huh?” Tony said snickering. “You better keep a tight rein on her Mick? When she get’s to be a teenager? She’s gonna be a wool magnet for every crafty mouse in town.”\n\n “How are you doing?” Mickey replied. “Especially this “venture” you and this friend of the Chipmunks is engaged in?”\n\n “We’ll be ready to spring the next part of it tomorrow.” Tony replied waving a paw. “I’ve heard in the grapes that the Westy Nimh’s are absolutely pissed that their little game ball has been deflated. But Alvin “Popping” out of the closet? That was a little unexpected shock. I mean....he’s like the groups bread and butter chick magnet and he’s a flaming fag? Who’d thought right?”\n\n Mickey snorted. “You have a problem with him being gay?”\n\n “No....” Tony snorted. “But hundreds of female rodents should get him for false advertising and extortion, I mean....how many of them threw their panties up on stage at performances to him? You know silk panties cost like gold you know? Sheesh....false advertising I say.”\n\n Mickey pointed to the menu....”Order anything you want, my treat Tony.”\n\n “You know I won’t let you do this.” Tony replied. “Your sticking your neck out with our little scam here, I wouldn’t let you pay for my grub even if the world was on fire....seeing how I respect you as both a friend and a police officer.”\n\n Mickey thought for a moment before tapping a paw finger on the table....”Tony? Do you have a young mouse friend named Fievel?”\n\n “Sure.” Tony replied. “He was with me at the hospital when you woke up, you remember that.”\n\n “How close is he with you?” Mickey asked.\n\n “Oh....we pal around. He kinda sees me as the father he never had you see? His mother was.....well she.....you know? “Tied on” to make the ends meet?” Tony said. “And please? Don’t call him the “B” word? I don’t want to get into a fight. He’s a good kid Mickey, really sweet and smart...he needs some one to look up to in his young life and I guess I got the selection you know?”\n\n Mickey pulled out the photo from the cafe....”Is this him?”\n\n “Yeah.” Tony replied. “He’s not in trouble is he?”\n\n “I dunno.” Mickey replied. “He might be a wittiness to a robbery. The other mouse in the photo’s in hot water right now. I’d really like to speak to Fievel if possible.”\n\n Tony nodded. “I’ll speak to his Mom tomorrow and see if she’ll bring him to the station or I will. I want to make sure he’s not in anything stupid but I don’t think the kid’s the type. I’ll call you to let you know it’s good and we’ll set a time to meet on this.”\n\n Mickey nodded...”Don’t be offended if I don’t sound too trusting Tony, after all...you are currently involved in a shady scam opperation.”\n\n “Shady?” Tony snorted. “Shady? So helping a friend to save the Chipmunk’s reputation and their lives is shady? Sheesh Mick? Break it off in my ass why don’t you?”\n\n “Tony...I’m just saying the truth. You want me to “shade” things with you?” Mickey asked.\n\n “Nah....I guess no.” Tony replied. “So? Saul Shrewman is the Chip’s lawyer see? And tomorrow he’s gonna be pushing a warrant for the ZPD to bust into the hotel room and look for cameras, which I promise you? You’ll find in the main room’s ceiling fan, the bed night stands, The bedroom ceiling light and behind the picture on the opposite wall from the beds. I sorta did a reconnoiter of the room when the Chip’s were out.”\n\n Tony tapped his paw finger on the table....”Mmmmm? I think you’d better get a set of cops over to the hotel because I think, on good authority, that the Westy’s are gonna try and snag those cameras later tonight.....just saying.”\n\n Mickey whipped out his police smart phone....”Beeeeep!”....”Yeah Mick?”\n\n “Ayke?” Mickey replied. “Get two plain clothes officers over to the The Hotel Milton and have them set up surveillance of the Chipmunk’s room. Make sure no one other than the Chipmunks go in there.”\n\n “Got it.” Ages replied.\n\n Mickey clicked off the call....”See? I trust you after all.”\n\n Tony smiled warmly. “I trust you totally.”\n\n “Tony?” Mickey asked as he leaned forward...”Why don’t you put in an application for the ZPD? Little Rodentia needs good rodents, I think you’d make a good police officer and you’d probably scale the ladder quick enough I mean you’re intelligent, swift thinking, very likable....”\n\n “And I would wash out because being a cop would bore me....no offense Officer Mick...I like you, I really do but...the uniform, the tie, all the walking beats...my first ever experience with a homicide? I’d lose it. I can’t stand the sight of blood and I remember when you told me about that youngster mouse who died in your arms from that drunk driving crash a few years ago....I couldn’t hack it Officer Mick, how can you sleep at night?” Tony asked as he rested a paw atop on of Micky’s.\n\n “It’s never easy let me tell you.” Mickey replied. “But there’s more to the Police Department than traffic and street work, I’m sure we could find you a nitch?”\n\n “And respectfully? I have to still decline.” Tony said with a paw wave. “I’m doing swell, believe me? Say? Someday we should have a “Barbi” huh? Or maybe I get young Fievel, he’s a good cook of Italian meals and we’ll treat you and the family to a good spread of the old country? Whatcha say?”\n\n Mickey smiled back. “I’d like that. You’re a good mouse Tony.”\n\n “Don’t keep saying that....” Tony snickered. “I’m liable to explode in my pants.”\n\n[b]Twisty Maze Street\nEast Rodentia\n9:30pm\nJuly‭ ‬18[/b]\n\n Alvin stopped to fumble with the fake stash and beard, one of the many disguises he kept in his roadie trunk for hiding from crazy fans, especially now that he’d “out’d” himself for this wild scheme of Tony Toponi’s. At least he’d done well enough to still keep the Westy Nimh gang a little happy with him though now he worried they’d put extra goons on top of him and his brothers to brood over them like crazy hawks.\n\n “Oh you look so cute.” Came a voice from a car that was parked nearby. The light gray rat with a brown head tuft waved Alvin over. “Hi. I’m Wizzle...”\n\n “I’m Albert.” Alvin replied. “Blow jobs for a hundred....”\n\n “Very funny Alvin.” Wizzle replied with a gesture. “Just get in the car already?”\n\n Alvin slipped into the two door white colored soft top coupe with the tinted windows...”So? How much of a creep are you compared to Jackal?”\n\n “I thought you loved him?” Wizzle replied. “At least I was told you were a love interest of his?”\n\n “I’m just looking for a comparison so I know how to act.” Alvin replied. \n\n Wizzle pulled out into the street and started to drive. “Don’t worry, I’m not a big prick ok? I love your music....but I’m not gay so...mind your eyes.”\n\n Alvin was surprised this rat looked so clean cut. Well groomed, a very toned long body, well kept hair tuft...”Don’t worry.” Alvin said. “I promise I won’t laser eye torch your ass.”\n\n Wizzle laughed...”I’ve always liked you best of the three. Coming out the way you did must have been terrifying?”\n\n “Not as much as the stories those bastards at that newspaper cooked up. None of that happened...none of it! But no sympathy from your boss of course...he hates gay furs. I’m shocked he made “Jack’s” his number two rat. Jackal was terrified of being “out’d” and your boss would find out.” Alvin huffed. “So what’s the deal this time?”\n\n “Delivery to a high class gay bar down town.” Wizzle replied.\n\n “Stop! Stop this car right now!” Alvin snapped!\n\n Wizzle pulled over. “Yes?!”\n\n “Are you guys sucking down your own snit?!” Alvin yelped! “After all the snit I just went through today? You want me to deliver your fricken smack to a gay bar?!”\n\n “Relax Alvin.” Wizzle replied. “They assured us that the place would be swept of newspaper tail holes before we get there. In any case? You’re just proving that you’re not going to sit in your hotel room crying under the bed because they scared you, I know you....it’s totally within your “You don’t frighten me, fluck you!” character. And now that you’re “out and fishing” no one will really suspect you’re holding.”\n\n Alvin sat growling...”You have the tongue of an angel but the soul of a snake. I’m gonna hate you like I hated Jackal.” \n\n “How was his dick any way?” Wizzle asked.\n\n “Go rotate on a tree stump dick wad.” Alvin snapped back. “Let’s just get this done so I don’t have to deal with you for the rest of the night.”\n\n Wizzle giggled.\n\n “What?!” Alvin yelped back.\n\n “You’re not impressive when it comes to being pissed off. It’s that voice of yours.” Wizzle said pointing.\n\n “I know....” Alvin said with a smile. “I crack mammals up all the time even when I’m dead seriously pissed off at them.” Alvin sighed...”Look? Wizzle? I’m sorry....you’re actually not bad, I think I can work with you better than Jackal.”\n\n Wizzle got back on the road. “I hope so. I don’t want you to see my “Hyde” side. I’m actually one of the bosses best hired guns. I know, I know....I look totally clean cut and nerdy but don’t get me really pissed, I can handle myself pretty well, I’ve killed my share of tough rodents.”\n\n Alvin looked out the window as they drove. “You want a job as a body guard? I think I need one from now on. We’d pay you well too.”\n\n “Tempting?” Wizzle replied. “But between contracts and other things, I do pretty well. Oh? I’m also your “lover” though we won’t go beyond holding paws, snuggling, pillow talk and cheek kissing. I absolutely will not flucken “tongue” throat. You try to tonsil fluck me Alvin and you won’t like the aftermath I promise you.”\n\n “No problem.” Alvin snorted. “Your mouth needs Scope bad.”\n\n Wizzle giggled...”That was tonight’s pizza....the boss made it. Oh gawd...you wanna know what the word “tragedy” means? Try his fricken pizza!”\n\n Alvin chuckled....”I didn’t need to figure it out!”\n\n‭[b] Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen\n554‭ ‬Camp Street,‭ ‬Apartment‭ ‬16\n10pm\nJuly 18[/b]\n\n Tony came home to meet Fievel standing naked at the door with a plate of Cannoli...\n\n “Dessert or.....Me-sert?” Fievel said as he stood wiggling his tush and tail around with hi legs squeezed together like a female in heat.\n\n Tony scooped Fievel up in his arms and allowed his little lover to slip and move a Cannoli tube in and out of Tony’s mouth...”Mmmm... nice choice.” Fievel said softly with a smile. “So? How did it go with Officer Mick?”\n\n “Uh?.....I dime dropped you.” Tony replied as he carried fievel to their bed room.\n\n “You’re a fricken dick head.” Fievel snorted. “What you go and give me that pain in my tail for?”\n\n “You’ve practiced right? You’ve got the story memorized? You are a very, very smart little mouse Five? Shouldn’t be a problem.” Tony said as he gently lowered Fievel onto their bed and stood slowly pulling his clothes off...”Just? Just melt Mick with your molten irresistible cuteness you smart little mouse whom I love like a fresh breeze from a cool snow capped mountain like....”\n\n “What am I Tone, Tone a freakin Peppermint Patty?” Fievel snorted back as he played with Tony’s thick head tuft and softly nibbled on an ear....”You’re still a fricken dick head for setting me up to bat....you.”\n\n “It’ll be a breeze kid.” Tony said as he grabbed Fievel’s ankles and pushed him into a folded “bitch” position with his knees on each side of his head...”Now?” Tony said with a smile...”Let’s converse while I slam your hot pocket full of joy juice you little sweet homosexual rodent you.”\n\n “Giggles”....”Sheesh you’re a fricken corn ball Tony.” Fievel said as he reached for Tony’s cock as it emerged from it’s soft sheath cover above his engorged nut sack...”You can’t compose a sex sonnet to save your life, your sexual word craft sucks.”\n\n Tony thrusted hard and fast into Fievel causing the younger mouse to yelp in pain and slap Tony in the face....”HEY! I WASN’T READY YOU DICK HEAD! THAT HURT!”\n\n Tony pushed himself till the root of his cock touched Fievel’s smarting rear end...”Nag, nag, nag....typical unsatisfied little bitch.”\n\n Fievel reached up, grabbed Tony’s jowels and pulled on them hard! “You like that you dirty tail hole bitch?!”\n\n Tony quickly reached under his pillow and pressed the business end of a mouser 45 hand gun into Fievel’s temple...”I like it a lot you little cunt.” He snarled! Fievel reacted as Tony expected....good thing there was a plastic cover on the mattress because the shock of having a gun pressed to his head made Fievel loose his water....all over him and Tony...\n\n “Now that?! That was hot!” Tony said smiling as he watched Fievel’s “trauma laced golden shower” cascade off both their bodies...\n\n “Ewwww! What the hell Tone, Tone?!” Fievel growled as he pulled himself off his anal impairer and rubbed his paws over his wetness..”Damn it Tony?! The sheets?! What the heck?!”\n\n “Sheesh kid...” Tony replied with a victory sign from his paw fingers. “I never had my cock clenched that tight! Sheesh...I already fricken came in you! And wow did I ever cum?!”\n\n “You’re a real prick sometimes...”Fievel snapped as he stood up...”Sheesh! The fricken bed’s soaked in piss! You ass hole!” The young mouse yipped as he walked shaking his wet self to the bathroom with Tony behind him.”\n\n “Ok?! A little carried away to excess but sheesh! My nuts feel like they got drained with a bench vice! Should scare you more often huh?” Tony asked as he and Fievel slipped into the bathtub together. “Five? There’s plastic on the matress, don’t lose your cool ok?”\n\n Fievel snatched the shower’s hand applicator and got himself wet. “So kind of you to get off and leave me hanging.” The young mouse snorted.\n\n “Sheesh...now you’ll grudge me on that for all eternity you.” Tony said as he rubbed “Mane and Tail” over his love’s back. “You’ll do fine with Officer Mick, stop worrying.”\n\n “I’m more worried about Jimmy.” Fievel replied frowning. “You’ll make sure he’s taken care of if he goes to the Juvie jail right? That he’s protected?”\n\n “I’ve already arranged it with “Tugs” in the joint Five, he’ll watch over Jimmy fursonally I swear.” Tony said smiling as he slipped a paw finger into Fievel’s tail hole....\n\n “No Tone, Tone....I mean? He’ll be “taken care of” if he fricken snitches right?”\n\n Tony gasped...”Philly? Jimmy will not snitch! I know him too well, the kid will coast through juvie, he’ll be pampered and powdered like a baby. I’m not gonna think such a way about him.”\n\n “Just cover all the bases Tony.” Fievel replied. “In fact? I think he should get an extra incentive not to snitch.”\n\n Tony turned Fievel around...”Fievel? And you know I only call you Fievel to your little puss because you’ve done made me a little pissy. I know Jimmy Tedoro...he won’t snitch and I’m not gonna give him a “little message”. Don’t you fricken back sneak me? You get me my little light of warm sunshine? Don’t you fluck me behind my back.”\n\n “Tony? I was just....” Fievel tried to reply.\n\n “Eh!” Tony raised a paw...”Bottoms and seconds shut the fluck up when their top tells them too....you got me Manio?”\n\n Fievel sad frowned and drooped his ears....\n\n “Oh gawd of Gorganzola?.....Dry those fricken eyes you.” Tony huffed.\n\n “I was only....” Fievel replied snivel’ing.\n\n “Oh here we go?!” Tony said as he threw his arms out to his sides. “Sheesh...I get a little tough on you and you become a melted pussy with extra cheese? Five?! Come on kid?” Tony tapped a foot....”Ok....ok....your concern is touching ok? I will send Jimmy a little verbal and a cash incentive not to wiggle his flappers ok? Will that make you love me again?”\n\n Fievel fell into Tony’s chest and snuggled...”I only care about you Tone, Tone....my everything....my beloved bed warmer....ugh....you made me piss all over the bed....you fricken suck!”\n\n “Now it’s back to the water works? Sheesh Five! Let....it....go!” Tony beckoned.\n\n “I will when you get on your hands and knees and let me pound you.” Fievel huffed. “Assume it you big bitch?!” Fievel said as he commanded with his paw...”And by the way? We “ARE” gonna whack Katwalador!”\n\n Tony huffed back...”You’re fricken nuts!”\n\n “Didn’t I tell you to assume the bitch position Tone, Tone?” Fievel snapped. “You owe me a climax you screw ball!”\n\n “You’ve lost your fricken cabanzo you.” Tony snorted. “You and Sandy should do the hit then because you’re both nuts.”\n\n Fievel waved his paw again....”Tony? You owe me? Bitch now?”\n\n “You’re lucky I love you with all of my heart because if it was just a zit off a zit? I’d whack you.” Tony joked.\n\n “Well I’m about to whack your ass.” Fievel said evilly as he reached out of the shower and pulled in a hot pink and flame red mouse dragon dildo...”You’re gonna absolutely love this.”\n\n[b]End of Chapter 17[/b]\n ","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
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 17


Fort Bronco Precinct
Downtown Rodentia
3:30pm
July‭ ‬18

        “Pluto? Sit boy!” Mickey Oswald said as he held a dog cookie over his head. The miniature “Hound-a-Mousekus” dog (which was the size of a blood hound to a human when compared to a mouse) paced in a circle of need and anticipation before his part time handler....

       “That a boy....” Mickey said as he pointed to a nearby table with three paper bags on it. “Now if you pick the right bag with “Bambi” inside? You’ll get the cookie ok? Pick the right bag boy!”

         Mickey commanded with a pointing paw finger and Pluto went to the table. Without hesitation...the dog “pinged” the very left bag, much to Mickey’s joy....”That’s my good Dog! Great Pluto! Absolutely great! Here.....have your cookie.”

         It was at that moment....that Mickey’s mind suddenly gave him a serious “face slapping” of memory recall....”What? Oh snit! Oh....snit! Snit! Snit! Snit!” The black mouse yelped as he ran from the dog kennels, up through the Precinct and into Acre’s cubicle....

       “Ake?! Ake?!” Mickey chirped excitedly...”Oh snit? Oh snit?”

       “Oh snit what?” Acres asked. “What’s up?”

       Mickey rubbed his head...”I’m not sure....I mean? I was still a little out of it at the hospital after the salvation surgery and my brain was hitting reset but.....but......Let me see that picture?”

       “Picture of?” Acres asked.

       “The one from the cafe, the one with Jimmy Tedoro in it!” Mickey said as he gestured. Taking the picture from Acres...Mickey studied it intently....”That’s him! I can’t believe it took me this long! Holy snit stain!”

      “Mick? What?!” Acres asked.

      “This mouse?” Mickey said as he pointed to the other young mouse in the picture...”That’s the younger mouse who was with Tony Toponi when he came to see me in the hospital! Tony called him Fievel!”

        Acres looked at the picture himself....”You’re sure? That’s Fievel?”

        Mickey rubbed his head...”Well I know my head was still full of fog but damn it?....I know Tony called that younger mouse “Fievel or Philly”. Mickey frowned...”We have to get Toponi in here but......”

        “Just say the word and I’ll get a warrant.” Achers said as he reached for his phone.

          “Not yet.” Mickey said as he shook his head. “There’s other concerns at the moment and some bigger fish to catch. I don’t want to jeopardize an important investigation. Right now? It’s vital that you don’t tell anyone about what we know....at least for the moment.”

          Acres shook his head....”I know you have some feelings about Toponi Mick. He saved your life and you feel some responsibility to be greatful but he rubs me like a weasel dicked, little gang banging, rat tailed bastard and if you let him pull the clouds over your eyes with his sweet and innocent street talk boss...I swear you’ll loose your badge and that little flucker won’t give a rats ass about it. If he knows this Fievel kid? He better turn him in and you better bring him in right now!” Acres sat back in his seat....”Just laying out the options there boss.”

       Mickey leaned against the desk brooding...”I’ll handle Toponi in my own way. Don’t “bogart” me behind my back Ake? Let me handle Toponi and see if I can smooze him into giving that little mouse up.”

       Acres snorted...”You’re being too trusting Mickey, I’m telling you.”

      “Sheesh....you act like Toponi is some master criminal and dangerous as all get out. His file doesn’t paint him being any bigger or worse than “Baby Face Nibbler”.

       “Only Toponi doesn’t have a body trail anyone can find, like Nibbler.” Acres replied as he waved a paw. “All I’m saying boss is that you have to be extremely careful. Quiet type mice like Toponi are just like an iceberg....you never see what’s sitting under the water.”

1st and Sunorma Street
Downtown Rodentia
3:30pm
July‭ ‬18

        It wasn’t easy...in fact the taste of the toothy “nip” Alvin had to put on Simon’s rump still left a bad taste in the chipmunk’s mouth as he took his time walking to the closest “Circle K” store to grab some Raman noodles....a good excuse. He had already sent a text through the “Westy Gang” phone of how he could be identified and it wasn’t log before two rats coming the other way down the street grabbed Alvin at just the right moment and carried him deep into a small service alley behind a row of stores and shops...

        “Please don’t mess up my fur or my face?” Alvin pleaded. “I have to make money still you know guys.”

          The rats dropped Alvin on a stack of cardboard boxes just as the Westy’s boss “Snout” made his appearance...

        “Guess how angry I am right now Alvin?” “Snout” snorted as he slowly pounded a fisted paw against his other paw. “Take a real wild guess right now? You might win a prize or a bullet in your skull for you trouble?”

       Alvin snorted. “I imagine right now you’re steaming mad like a volcano. But get mad at the newspaper, not at me!”

       “Snout” produced a newspaper.....”Then how did they find out all this juice on you? How does your “lawyer” know that there’s cameras in the room? Convince me “Chippy” that this isn’t a scheme of yours to weasel out of your contract with me? Make it convincing Alvin.”

      Alvin shot off the boxes...”Now you look here you bald tail! rabies infested! flea bite scratching pile of syphilis disease...!!”

      And just as quickly.....Alvin was thrown down onto the pile of cardboard and the barrel of a mouse scatter gun was showed into his mouth!”

      “Snout” looked down with a smile on his face. “My my? You are an acomplished little cock sucker aren’t you? All pissed off an full of foul ranch dressing aren’t we?”

       Alvin pulled the gun barrel out of his mouth....”That’s pronounced “Piss and Vinegar” there....used douche.”

        One of the rats snarled...”Let me beat the snit out of this Chippy fluck stick boss!”

        “Snout” waved a paw....”Nah....I can tell Alvin’s really pissed off about his whole situation.”

        “Pissed?” Alvin snarled. “Pissed? First I get roped into a pile of snit by you and then this toilet roll of a newspaper calls me out for being gay and that my brother Simon molested me....yeah....I’m past being pissed to being white hot ready to order a fricken contract hit!”

         “Woe....” “Snout” gestured. “Don’t ask me to do it because if it involves the press? Not going to cut my own balls.”

         Alvin huffed. “What the hell does that mean?”

         “Oh?” “Snout” replied. Only that I have my sources in that newspaper and they will soon enough verify this whole deal as legit or a put on by you.” “Snout” snorted. “Just hope it’s not a ruse by you....for your sake.”

        “Cheese? As if stuff like this doesn’t follow every famous star day after day? How many times has Gazelle been “suspected” of being a lezbo?” Alvin snorted as he took out his smart phone....”Hey Sneezy?” He spoke at the screen. “How many times has Simon Seville been accused of paternity?”

       “Plink”.....”Simon Reginald Seville of the Chipmunks rock band has been accused seventeen times in the past year of being the father of several mammals including a tiger, a mouse, an elephant and a Pangolin.”

       “Duh! You think “I” would want to put “myself” through this crap?! And no! Simon didn’t take me to gay night clubs for “broom parties” or “sex orgies” ok? I may be a singing genius? But I’m not “That” original with cooked up bull snit like this!” Alvin slumped, crossed his arms and gave “snout” an angry puss look.

      “Snout” pursed his lips....”I’m trending to believe you....but? It still doesn’t break your contract with us. There’s more work for you in fact...”

       “What the hell don’t you get?!” Alvin snorted. “I can’t go out with this stuff going on! What am I supposed to do? Wear a disguise?”

        “Snout” smiled at him....

         “Oh.....oh hell no.” Alvin huffed. “You have to lay this low for a while till we get past this stupid media snit storm?”
  
         “I?” “Snout” replied. “Don’t have to do anything. You’re the mule and I’m the driver and I say? You’re going to do as I “drive you” or I’ll have you “driven” into the ground like a rail spike....capeesh there Chippy?”

        Alvin sighed....”You suck.”

        “No?” “Snout” replied. “You’re the little faggot here chippy....not me.”

‭ Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554‭ ‬Camp Street,‭ ‬Apartment‭ ‬16
4:30pm
July 18

     Fievel stood at the kitchen counter dressed in a long t shirt and short tube pink colored socks as he cooked Vodka sauce Rigatoni for himself and Tony...

     “A little more Parsley....a little more Sinjari.....”Sip”......mmmm....some......pestorini.....Hey Tone Tone? Got that garlic ready?” The young mouse asked.

     Tony sat at a table with a razor blade carefully slicing paper thin cuts of garlic clove....”Almost....remember kid, this is science at work you know?”

     “If that garlic isn’t ready when I need it then we’ll get a big fat “F” on this science fair project you.” Fievel snorted. “It has to be perfect timing....”

      Tony’s smart phone rang. He looked at the screen and cocked his head. “It’s Officer Mick....” Tony said as he swiped the green button.... “Yoe Mick?!”

     “Hi Tony.” Mickey replied. “You and whoever you’re working with and myself need to meet to go over this scheme with the Chipmunks and make sure it stays to script.”

     “Sure!” Tony replied. “Where do you wanna meet?”

     “The Clyde Caravel tavern on Harry Herpson Way. I can rent out their private card game room. You have my word...it’ll be safe for all of us.” Mickey said.

      Tony thought for a moment. “Sure, sure! I’ll see you there like? Like at 7:30?”

      “That’s fine.” Mickey replied. “See you then.”

      Tony swiped off the phone....

       “You want some back up?” Fievel asked as he tested the sauce with a spoon.

      “Nah...Mickey’s never been less than right with me. Maybe have Mandy sit a little bit back just in case but I don’t see any problems.” Tony replied as he walked up to the stove. “Gimme a taste?”

        Fievel help up a spoon. “It’ll be better when I get the garlic.”

       Tony took a sip and smacked his lips...”Mmmm....that’s good even without the garlic in it.” He then softly kissed his little beloved...”Even more so when you’re cooking it.”

      “Don’t get too “occupied” there Tony.” Fievel warned as he “whap’d” Tony in the nose with his spoon.

      The sound of a snap toy at the door turned Tony away from Fievel. The mouse boss opened the door to Sandy Leech...

      “Hi boss.” Sandy said with a paw wave.

      “Yo Fievel? Look who comes just in time to weasel his way into our dinner hour? Get in here you little snit?” Tony ordered with a paw gesture. “How you do-in kid?”

        Sandy pulled out a roll of Zoo bucks and showed it to Tony. “Here you are Tony.”

        Tony took the roll and smiled....”Holy Snit! Must be like five G’s here...how’d you do it?”

        “I turned tricks in Sahara Square.” Sandy said as he looked effeminate.

        Tony frowned....”You better be snittin me Sandy. You better not be “turning tricks” because I absolutely frown upon underage “tooting” by our members you know?”

        “Yeah right Tony...blow it out your hole!” Fievel snapped.

        “What you and I do is different potatoes “Five” so shut your yapper and cook.” Tony playfully warned.

         “No...I didn’t “toot” my ass Boss.” Sandy said. “I scammed a few Farkle tables at some of the casinos and turned a good profit but that’s not why I’m here.”

         “Well? You’re here for dinner kid and no complaints you get me?” Tony said. “So what’s up? Make with the interesting conversations.” Tony said as he sat down.

           Sandy sat on the other side of the coffee table...”Well I just saw Pixie and Dixy and sheesh they’re “jacked up” for a while huh?”

         “Gas explosions kinda do that.” Tony said.

          “Well? I floated an idea past them and......and.....at first I thought about doing it “rouge” at first? Then I got scared...” Sandy said as he rubbed his arms.

          “Good choice.” Tony replied. “Going rouge is a little risky, especially when you totally blind yer boss for a few extra bucks. I tend to get a little upset and you don’t want me even a bit upset at you.”

          Sandy nodded...”Which is why I had to come and see you.... though? You might not take my idea seriously....”

          “I give everyone a fair shake kid....ask Fievel. Ain’t that right Five?’

       “As long as you don’t have a cute ass and a sweet voice.” Fievel snickered.

       “Oh fluck you and cook you.” Tony snorted. “So what’s you thinking Sandy?”

        Sandy played with his paw fingers....”I want to whack Samuel Katwalider and burn down his mansion.”

        Tony started to giggle....”Are you snittin me? You’re snitting me? You are totally pulling bull right? Hey Five? Get a load of this? Sandy wants to whack a panther!”

        “Kinda big for the paws!” Fievel joked!
    
         “I’m serious!” Sandy snapped out! “I’m dead serious!”

        Tony huffed back....”Serious? You? You a little mouse want to whack a Panther? What? You gonna sling shot the bastard? Gonna bite him full of mouse turd spit? Wait! You’re gonna stab him with a dirty, rusty nail and hope he gets lock jaw?! Kid? You smoking some high grade snit or what you?!”

      Tony rubbed his paws over Sandy’s head. “You’re really fruity.”

      “Sigh....” “Boss? I?......” Sandy put his paws out. “I was concerned with what this means for you...”

      “Yupt.....yupt.....yupt.....you silly thing....shoosh the lips.” Tony said as he took a paw in his paws......shoosh.....ok? You’re talking about a bunch of mice ganging up on and whacking a panther....in all honestly Sandy...you have a go getter heart, you wanna try and prove yerself...fantastic, I am touched but kid? It’s too much.”

      “Too much perhaps to get a meeting with a “Father” or to have your street cred top a thousand if we pull this off?” Sandy replied. “Boss? He’s made a lot of enemies and not just his wife. I heard through “the grapes” that Mister Big has a bulls eye on his snoot for something and that means he’d send his big polar thugs to do it. Now if “we” cut them off and whacked Katwalider, sending a message that we took care to protect Mister Big’s silence on the matter? You know? Maybe he notices your genius, skill and daring and demands to see you? It is your desire right?”

     Tony sat back on his couch....”Kid? We’re already tied in some engagements that need all our attention...”

     “We’re talking two weeks before we do anything Boss?” Sandy replied. “Will you at least give it some consideration?”

      Tony sighed in reply....”Ok...ok....I’ll think it over...but! But...Don’t you even think of going behind my back no matter what good intentions you have to do it, do you hear me kid? You try any silly snit behind my back and I’ll fricken de-ball you with a carving knife and trust me kid? It won’t be a silly sight to see.”

       Sandy replied giddishly...”Thank you Boss! Thank you for just the consideration!”

       “My pleasure kid.” Tony replied waving a paw....”now come and have some grub with us ok?”

The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
4:30pm
July‭ ‬18

        Alvin walked into the hotel room just as Simon got off the phone. “I was about ready to call the police to go find you, where have you been?” Simon asked Alvin...

        “It’s not like I can walk back real quick right now Simon.” Alvin snorted back. “Unless you want me to be mobbed with microphones shoved in my puss.....”How many brooms Alvin? What clubs did he take you too Alvin? Do you hate Simon so much you could kill him?” Well.... I was already planning a mafia hit before all this so....what can I tell you ladies and gentlemen of the press? Bite my sunny furry ass you stupid ambulance chasers!”

      “Well....” Simon said to Alvin. “I’m glad your typical “wise assery” is still maintained. Just between us three? Saul is sending some of our fans to “scream bomb” the house of the news reporter who broke this story about us.”

       “Scream bomb?” Alvin asked.

       “A walk by protest to force him to reveal his sources.” Simon replied. “And to gin up negative press to our advantage.”

       Alvin got snoot to snoot with Simon. “Did “you” cook this up?!”

       “No.....I did not.” Simon cool’y replied. “Just part of Saul’s little play book. You and I will be going on the View tomorrow, together. If I were you Alvin? I’d take a little time tonight to study up on proper decorum and buoyancy.”

       Alvin snickered. “I get enough “buoyancy” in your bed nerd.”

      Theodore laughed....”That was good! Boom!”

       “Nothing from the gallery please?” Simon huffed. “Seriously Alvin, you know they’ll probably ask some really sickening questions and you need to be able to answer calmly and rationally. No throwing fits and furniture around you hear me?”

       “Relax Simon.” Alvin gestured. “Any way? I have to figure out how to escape from here again so I can join up with Jackal tonight.”

        “Do what?!” Simon huffed!

        “Am I supposed to put my love life in limbo too?” Alvin snapped. “Not gonna happen! I promised Jackal a good dinner and a nice quiet night together and I’m gonna keep my promise Simon.”

         Simon crossed his arms. “It really goes against my better judgment to let you go out yet you’ll go out even if I say no won’t you?”

        Alvin marched in place....”Damn right! I think I’ll go meet our fans and bash the news media...."One, two, Three Four....Alvin’s not your media whore! Five Six Seven Eight! Stop the media’s Alvin hate! A, B, C, D....Keep our Chipmunks tabloid free!” I’ll whip up the crowd and we’ll burn that rats house down!”

      “Chill the burning loins there Abby Hoofman.” Simon snorted. “Just? Just go quietly and please? Please do not go to any “establishments”....”No clubs or bars Alvin! You’re too young to be going to a club any way.”

      “I’ll make it a special point to violate that order and do a special pole dance in your honor at the “Gay Way Cafe”.” Alvin said as he waddled to the bathroom.

      Theodore walked to the door....”Alvin? Please be careful?” He asked innocently.

       “No worries Theo.” Alvin replied as he rubbed Theodore’s head tuft. “You know me? I’m all bark and a little nip. We’ll just go to a quit place for dinner and then I’ll be right back here....no funny business, I promise.”

The Clyde Caravel tavern
Harry Herpson Way
7:30pm
July‭ ‬18

     Tony walked into the tavern to see Mickey sitting in a booth with a pair of drinks already on the table...”Yo Tony!” Mickey said as he stood up and gave Tony a hug....

    “Just another way to say thanks for all you did for me and my family kid. I owe you a bunch.....really.” Mickey said cheerfully.

     “Officer Mick....it’s no problem at all.” Tony replied as he played with Mickey’s cheeks. “I see that very rosey color’s come back to your puss already? Bet you’re just itching to get back to the streets huh?”

      “I never left.” Mickey replied. “I worked as I was down in bed... between official business and being my daughter’s tutor.”

       “Such a paw load huh?” Tony said snickering. “You better keep a tight rein on her Mick? When she get’s to be a teenager? She’s gonna be a wool magnet for every crafty mouse in town.”

       “How are you doing?” Mickey replied. “Especially this “venture” you and this friend of the Chipmunks is engaged in?”

        “We’ll be ready to spring the next part of it tomorrow.” Tony replied waving a paw. “I’ve heard in the grapes that the Westy Nimh’s are absolutely pissed that their little game ball has been deflated. But Alvin “Popping” out of the closet? That was a little unexpected shock. I mean....he’s like the groups bread and butter chick magnet and he’s a flaming fag? Who’d thought right?”

        Mickey snorted. “You have a problem with him being gay?”

        “No....” Tony snorted. “But hundreds of female rodents should get him for false advertising and extortion, I mean....how many of them threw their panties up on stage at performances to him? You know silk panties cost like gold you know? Sheesh....false advertising I say.”

       Mickey pointed to the menu....”Order anything you want, my treat Tony.”

      “You know I won’t let you do this.” Tony replied. “Your sticking your neck out with our little scam here, I wouldn’t let you pay for my grub even if the world was on fire....seeing how I respect you as both a friend and a police officer.”

      Mickey thought for a moment before tapping a paw finger on the table....”Tony? Do you have a young mouse friend named Fievel?”

     “Sure.” Tony replied. “He was with me at the hospital when you woke up, you remember that.”

     “How close is he with you?” Mickey asked.

     “Oh....we pal around. He kinda sees me as the father he never had you see? His mother was.....well she.....you know? “Tied on” to make the ends meet?” Tony said. “And please? Don’t call him the “B” word? I don’t want to get into a fight. He’s a good kid Mickey, really sweet and smart...he needs some one to look up to in his young life and I guess I got the selection you know?”

      Mickey pulled out the photo from the cafe....”Is this him?”

      “Yeah.” Tony replied. “He’s not in trouble is he?”

      “I dunno.” Mickey replied. “He might be a wittiness to a robbery. The other mouse in the photo’s in hot water right now. I’d really like to speak to Fievel if possible.”

       Tony nodded. “I’ll speak to his Mom tomorrow and see if she’ll bring him to the station or I will. I want to make sure he’s not in anything stupid but I don’t think the kid’s the type. I’ll call you to let you know it’s good and we’ll set a time to meet on this.”

      Mickey nodded...”Don’t be offended if I don’t sound too trusting Tony, after all...you are currently involved in a shady scam opperation.”

     “Shady?” Tony snorted. “Shady? So helping a friend to save the Chipmunk’s reputation and their lives is shady? Sheesh Mick? Break it off in my ass why don’t you?”

     “Tony...I’m just saying the truth. You want me to “shade” things with you?” Mickey asked.

     “Nah....I guess no.” Tony replied. “So? Saul Shrewman is the Chip’s lawyer see? And tomorrow he’s gonna be pushing a warrant for the ZPD to bust into the hotel room and look for cameras, which I promise you? You’ll find in the main room’s ceiling fan, the bed night stands, The bedroom ceiling light and behind the picture on the opposite wall from the beds. I sorta did a reconnoiter of the room when the Chip’s were out.”

      Tony tapped his paw finger on the table....”Mmmmm? I think you’d better get a set of cops over to the hotel because I think, on good authority, that the Westy’s are gonna try and snag those cameras later tonight.....just saying.”

     Mickey whipped out his police smart phone....”Beeeeep!”....”Yeah Mick?”

     “Ayke?” Mickey replied. “Get two plain clothes officers over to the The Hotel Milton and have them set up surveillance of the Chipmunk’s room. Make sure no one other than the Chipmunks go in there.”

     “Got it.” Ages replied.

      Mickey clicked off the call....”See? I trust you after all.”

      Tony smiled warmly. “I trust you totally.”

      “Tony?” Mickey asked as he leaned forward...”Why don’t you put in an application for the ZPD? Little Rodentia needs good rodents, I think you’d make a good police officer and you’d probably scale the ladder quick enough I mean you’re intelligent, swift thinking, very likable....”

      “And I would wash out because being a cop would bore me....no offense Officer Mick...I like you, I really do but...the uniform, the tie, all the walking beats...my first ever experience with a homicide? I’d lose it. I can’t stand the sight of blood and I remember when you told me about that youngster mouse who died in your arms from that drunk driving crash a few years ago....I couldn’t hack it Officer Mick, how can you sleep at night?” Tony asked as he rested a paw atop on of Micky’s.

     “It’s never easy let me tell you.” Mickey replied. “But there’s more to the Police Department than traffic and street work, I’m sure we could find you a nitch?”

     “And respectfully? I have to still decline.” Tony said with a paw wave. “I’m doing swell, believe me? Say? Someday we should have a “Barbi” huh? Or maybe I get young Fievel, he’s a good cook of Italian meals and we’ll treat you and the family to a good spread of the old country? Whatcha say?”

      Mickey smiled back. “I’d like that. You’re a good mouse Tony.”

      “Don’t keep saying that....” Tony snickered. “I’m liable to explode in my pants.”

Twisty Maze Street
East Rodentia
9:30pm
July‭ ‬18

      Alvin stopped to fumble with the fake stash and beard, one of the many disguises he kept in his roadie trunk for hiding from crazy fans, especially now that he’d “out’d” himself for this wild scheme of Tony Toponi’s. At least he’d done well enough to still keep the Westy Nimh gang a little happy with him though now he worried they’d put extra goons on top of him and his brothers to brood over them like crazy hawks.

     “Oh you look so cute.” Came a voice from a car that was parked nearby. The light gray rat with a brown head tuft waved Alvin over. “Hi. I’m Wizzle...”

     “I’m Albert.” Alvin replied. “Blow jobs for a hundred....”

     “Very funny Alvin.” Wizzle replied with a gesture. “Just get in the car already?”

      Alvin slipped into the two door white colored soft top coupe with the tinted windows...”So? How much of a creep are you compared to Jackal?”

     “I thought you loved him?” Wizzle replied. “At least I was told you were a love interest of his?”

       “I’m just looking for a comparison so I know how to act.” Alvin replied.

      Wizzle pulled out into the street and started to drive. “Don’t worry, I’m not a big prick ok? I love your music....but I’m not gay so...mind your eyes.”

       Alvin was surprised this rat looked so clean cut. Well groomed, a very toned long body, well kept hair tuft...”Don’t worry.” Alvin said. “I promise I won’t laser eye torch your ass.”

       Wizzle laughed...”I’ve always liked you best of the three. Coming out the way you did must have been terrifying?”

      “Not as much as the stories those bastards at that newspaper cooked up. None of that happened...none of it! But no sympathy from your boss of course...he hates gay furs. I’m shocked he made “Jack’s” his number two rat. Jackal was terrified of being “out’d” and your boss would find out.” Alvin huffed. “So what’s the deal this time?”

      “Delivery to a high class gay bar down town.” Wizzle replied.

      “Stop! Stop this car right now!” Alvin snapped!

      Wizzle pulled over. “Yes?!”

       “Are you guys sucking down your own snit?!” Alvin yelped! “After all the snit I just went through today? You want me to deliver your fricken smack to a gay bar?!”

       “Relax Alvin.” Wizzle replied. “They assured us that the place would be swept of newspaper tail holes before we get there. In any case? You’re just proving that you’re not going to sit in your hotel room crying under the bed because they scared you, I know you....it’s totally within your “You don’t frighten me, fluck you!” character. And now that you’re “out and fishing” no one will really suspect you’re holding.”

       Alvin sat growling...”You have the tongue of an angel but the soul of a snake. I’m gonna hate you like I hated Jackal.”

       “How was his dick any way?” Wizzle asked.

       “Go rotate on a tree stump dick wad.” Alvin snapped back. “Let’s just get this done so I don’t have to deal with you for the rest of the night.”

      Wizzle giggled.

      “What?!” Alvin yelped back.

      “You’re not impressive when it comes to being pissed off. It’s that voice of yours.” Wizzle said pointing.

       “I know....” Alvin said with a smile. “I crack mammals up all the time even when I’m dead seriously pissed off at them.” Alvin sighed...”Look? Wizzle? I’m sorry....you’re actually not bad, I think I can work with you better than Jackal.”

        Wizzle got back on the road. “I hope so. I don’t want you to see my “Hyde” side. I’m actually one of the bosses best hired guns. I know, I know....I look totally clean cut and nerdy but don’t get me really pissed, I can handle myself pretty well, I’ve killed my share of tough rodents.”

       Alvin looked out the window as they drove. “You want a job as a body guard? I think I need one from now on. We’d pay you well too.”

      “Tempting?” Wizzle replied. “But between contracts and other things, I do pretty well. Oh? I’m also your “lover” though we won’t go beyond holding paws, snuggling, pillow talk and cheek kissing. I absolutely will not flucken “tongue” throat. You try to tonsil fluck me Alvin and you won’t like the aftermath I promise you.”

      “No problem.” Alvin snorted. “Your mouth needs Scope bad.”

      Wizzle giggled...”That was tonight’s pizza....the boss made it. Oh gawd...you wanna know what the word “tragedy” means? Try his fricken pizza!”

      Alvin chuckled....”I didn’t need to figure it out!”

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

     Tony came home to meet Fievel standing naked at the door with a plate of Cannoli...

     “Dessert or.....Me-sert?” Fievel said as he stood wiggling his tush and tail around with hi legs squeezed together like a female in heat.

      Tony scooped Fievel up in his arms and allowed his little lover to slip and move a Cannoli tube in and out of Tony’s mouth...”Mmmm... nice choice.” Fievel said softly with a smile. “So? How did it go with Officer Mick?”

      “Uh?.....I dime dropped you.” Tony replied as he carried fievel to their bed room.

       “You’re a fricken dick head.” Fievel snorted. “What you go and give me that pain in my tail for?”

      “You’ve practiced right? You’ve got the story memorized? You are a very, very smart little mouse Five? Shouldn’t be a problem.” Tony said as he gently lowered Fievel onto their bed and stood slowly pulling his clothes off...”Just? Just melt Mick with your molten irresistible cuteness you smart little mouse whom I love like a fresh breeze from a cool snow capped mountain like....”

     “What am I Tone, Tone a freakin Peppermint Patty?” Fievel snorted back as he played with Tony’s thick head tuft and softly nibbled on an ear....”You’re still a fricken dick head for setting me up to bat....you.”

      “It’ll be a breeze kid.” Tony said as he grabbed Fievel’s ankles and pushed him into a folded “bitch” position with his knees on each side of his head...”Now?” Tony said with a smile...”Let’s converse while I slam your hot pocket full of joy juice you little sweet homosexual rodent you.”

      “Giggles”....”Sheesh you’re a fricken corn ball Tony.” Fievel said as he reached for Tony’s cock as it emerged from it’s soft sheath cover above his engorged nut sack...”You can’t compose a sex sonnet to save your life, your sexual word craft sucks.”

      Tony thrusted hard and fast into Fievel causing the younger mouse to yelp in pain and slap Tony in the face....”HEY! I WASN’T READY YOU DICK HEAD! THAT HURT!”

     Tony pushed himself till the root of his cock touched Fievel’s smarting rear end...”Nag, nag, nag....typical unsatisfied little bitch.”

     Fievel reached up, grabbed Tony’s jowels and pulled on them hard! “You like that you dirty tail hole bitch?!”

    Tony quickly reached under his pillow and pressed the business end of a mouser 45 hand gun into Fievel’s temple...”I like it a lot you little cunt.” He snarled! Fievel reacted as Tony expected....good thing there was a plastic cover on the mattress because the shock of having a gun pressed to his head made Fievel loose his water....all over him and Tony...

    “Now that?! That was hot!” Tony said smiling as he watched Fievel’s “trauma laced golden shower” cascade off both their bodies...

     “Ewwww! What the hell Tone, Tone?!” Fievel growled as he pulled himself off his anal impairer and rubbed his paws over his wetness..”Damn it Tony?! The sheets?! What the heck?!”

     “Sheesh kid...” Tony replied with a victory sign from his paw fingers. “I never had my cock clenched that tight! Sheesh...I already fricken came in you! And wow did I ever cum?!”

      “You’re a real prick sometimes...”Fievel snapped as he stood up...”Sheesh! The fricken bed’s soaked in piss! You ass hole!” The young mouse yipped as he walked shaking his wet self to the bathroom with Tony behind him.”

      “Ok?! A little carried away to excess but sheesh! My nuts feel like they got drained with a bench vice! Should scare you more often huh?” Tony asked as he and Fievel slipped into the bathtub together. “Five? There’s plastic on the matress, don’t lose your cool ok?”

      Fievel snatched the shower’s hand applicator and got himself wet. “So kind of you to get off and leave me hanging.” The young mouse snorted.

     “Sheesh...now you’ll grudge me on that for all eternity you.” Tony said as he rubbed “Mane and Tail” over his love’s back. “You’ll do fine with Officer Mick, stop worrying.”

     “I’m more worried about Jimmy.” Fievel replied frowning. “You’ll make sure he’s taken care of if he goes to the Juvie jail right? That he’s protected?”

     “I’ve already arranged it with “Tugs” in the joint Five, he’ll watch over Jimmy fursonally I swear.” Tony said smiling as he slipped a paw finger into Fievel’s tail hole....

     “No Tone, Tone....I mean? He’ll be “taken care of” if he fricken snitches right?”

     Tony gasped...”Philly? Jimmy will not snitch! I know him too well, the kid will coast through juvie, he’ll be pampered and powdered like a baby. I’m not gonna think such a way about him.”

     “Just cover all the bases Tony.” Fievel replied. “In fact? I think he should get an extra incentive not to snitch.”

     Tony turned Fievel around...”Fievel? And you know I only call you Fievel to your little puss because you’ve done made me a little pissy. I know Jimmy Tedoro...he won’t snitch and I’m not gonna give him a “little message”. Don’t you fricken back sneak me? You get me my little light of warm sunshine? Don’t you fluck me behind my back.”

    “Tony? I was just....” Fievel tried to reply.

    “Eh!” Tony raised a paw...”Bottoms and seconds shut the fluck up when their top tells them too....you got me Manio?”

     Fievel sad frowned and drooped his ears....

    “Oh gawd of Gorganzola?.....Dry those fricken eyes you.” Tony huffed.

    “I was only....” Fievel replied snivel’ing.

    “Oh here we go?!” Tony said as he threw his arms out to his sides. “Sheesh...I get a little tough on you and you become a melted pussy with extra cheese? Five?! Come on kid?” Tony tapped a foot....”Ok....ok....your concern is touching ok? I will send Jimmy a little verbal and a cash incentive not to wiggle his flappers ok? Will that make you love me again?”

     Fievel fell into Tony’s chest and snuggled...”I only care about you Tone, Tone....my everything....my beloved bed warmer....ugh....you made me piss all over the bed....you fricken suck!”

    “Now it’s back to the water works? Sheesh Five! Let....it....go!” Tony beckoned.

    “I will when you get on your hands and knees and let me pound you.” Fievel huffed. “Assume it you big bitch?!” Fievel said as he commanded with his paw...”And by the way? We “ARE” gonna whack Katwalador!”

    Tony huffed back...”You’re fricken nuts!”

    “Didn’t I tell you to assume the bitch position Tone, Tone?” Fievel snapped. “You owe me a climax you screw ball!”

    “You’ve lost your fricken cabanzo you.” Tony snorted. “You and Sandy should do the hit then because you’re both nuts.”

    Fievel waved his paw again....”Tony? You owe me? Bitch now?”

    “You’re lucky I love you with all of my heart because if it was just a zit off a zit? I’d whack you.” Tony joked.

    “Well I’m about to whack your ass.” Fievel said evilly as he reached out of the shower and pulled in a hot pink and flame red mouse dragon dildo...”You’re gonna absolutely love this.”

End of Chapter 17
       ","pools_count":0,"title":"THE CREW: Chapter 17","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"28","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}