Author's Note:
It's been an eventful Halloween and a long night with my aunt at her birthday party, but I'm back! TheSavageMan100 has returned again, and starting today, I'm putting my Fairy Tail Parodies on hold for a while. From yours truly, the creator of Sonic Injustice: Gods Among Mobians (and my first crossover story), comes the first chapter of The White Rabbit, an imaginative sequel to one of my most favorite films this year. You guessed it, it's Zootopia!
As you are well aware, Zootopia is Disney's latest animated film, a major blockbuster, and by far the highest-rated film according to Rotten Tomatoes. When I first watched the film, I can't help but love it; I felt inspired by the courage, the adventure, the heartwarming, the friendship and hostiles between species, the comedy, the hilarity, not to mention a message to one of the chief complaints some people had about a Disney movie during Chief Bogo's talk with Judy: "Life isn't some cartoon musical where you sing a little song and your insipid dreams magically come true." As well as making fun of Frozen, saying, "So, let it go." Crowning moment of funny! Now it's time for the summary…
A year after putting an end to Dawn Bellwether's scheme to turn predators against prey in order to secure a spot as the mayor of Zootopia, Judy Hopps is dubbed the public face of the Zootopia Police Department alongside her partner-in-crime Nick Wilde, for their role in stopping the anti-predator regime. The two heroes form an alliance with Alicia Garnet, Zootopia's new district attorney and Judy's prodigious childhood friend from Bunnyburrow, on their mission to put an end to organized crime throughout the city. The triumvirate proves effective, but soon, the three find themselves prey to a rising criminal mastermind known as the Joker, who thrusts Zootopia into anarchy and forces Judy closer to crossing the line between a law-abiding officer and a thrill-seeking vigilante. Our fluffy cop is forced to make a difficult choice, if that's what it takes to stop the Joker, which will impact her career and her life— forever.
And by the way, Judy is NOT gonna be Batman. She's just gonna be… Judy. Oh, and expect some Judy X Nick scenes as the story progresses!
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Wednesday April 24
7:59 AM
The great city of Zootopia rose from the landscape, steel and glass columns fashioned from various wildlife ecosystems symbolizing the height of animal's achievement. In between ran ribbons of asphalt, where millions of souls— co-existing predator and prey— walked, jogged, prowled, or drove to their livelihoods. The city hummed to a frequency, and every law-abiding citizen harmonized with it. The daily clockwork of Zootopia was a marvel to anyone who took it upon themselves to witness it. And true to its motto, "Anyone can be anything," the animals were free to have jobs and make livings as they please, depending on the status of their species.
On the twenty-sixth floor of an abandoned office at Savanna Central, a window shattered.
An anthropomorphic crocodile, known only to his accomplices as Dopey, recoiled along with his air cannon. Turning to his hedgehog partner, another assigned alias named Happy, he grabbed a grappling hook, loaded it into his cannon, and fired it across the street onto the roof of the Savanna Central Bank. Loading up their duffel bag, he secured it on the wire and sent it across, before the two slid along the dizzying length themselves.
Both animals wore masks in the shape of a clown's face.
Over 250 feet below them, four blocks away, a third animal walked up to an SUV and hurriedly jumped inside, joining two others. Again, all three were each wearing clown masks, and had their own names: Bozo, Chuckles, and Grumpy. As they drove, they opened their own packs and checked their possessions; each received an automatic pistol and several clips of ammunition. In addition, Bozo carried a stock of ten grenades, which he meticulously counted out to himself over and over.
As Grumpy drove, he tried to make small talk to his comrades, "Alright, three of a kind. Let's do this!"
Chuckles responded, "Really? Only three guys for this job?"
Grumpy stated, "There's two on the roof. Every guy is an extra share. Five shares is plenty."
Chuckles corrected, "Six shares. Don't forget the guy who planned it all out."
Grumpy snorted, "Yeah? He thinks he can sit it out and still take a slice? I know why he earned his name, why they called him the Joker."
As they came within one block of the bank, Chuckles thought out loud, "Say, remember when that crazy stuff was going down with Mayor Bellwether a year ago, and the creepy lamb's got this weird Night Howler tech? I swear to God, she fires a pistol, preds go over-the-hills insane! Tigers chasing pigs, lions eating gazelles, and polar bears mauling caribous! And then there's this bunny cop, the cop who stopped Bellwether. Just a cute little bunny rabbit in the police force. She's the hero cop in this whole city. And she's not alone; she's got a shifty fox cop for a partner. A week ago, I saw the bitch tackle a rhino gangster off his cycle, and her fox friend whacked him in the head with a Piko Piko Hammer! I swear, it's a big whack, right there! You can even see the bunny and her boyfriend buy a Jumbo Pop in Jumbeaux's!" He added with a sigh, "Sometimes."
Grumpy retorted, "Man, you're probably just doped up that day. Everybody knows about Judy Hopps. She's the public face of the ZPD, but rumor has it that she's a rebel, takin' down crimes off-duty. She's one fluffy broad some guys were pissed at, though." He motioned towards the dent in the wall, "She thinks she's above the law or somethin'."
Within seconds, the three animals were in front of the bank. They did a last check on their weapons before quickly dashing inside.
Far above, Dopey and Happy stood on the roof of the bank, and began checking their equipment. Happy asked, "So, why do they call him the Joker?"
Dopey answered, "I hear he wears make-up. Y'know, to scare people."
As soon as he cleared the rotating doors, Grumpy fired his gun into the air. He screamed, "ALRIGHT, EVERYBODY! HANDS UP, HEADS DOWN!" Teller lines dispersed as the civilians dove for cover or the ground. Bankers and their clients flew out of their chairs and curled up in their cubicles. The three clowns moved from teller to teller, dragging them over the counter and giving them harsh demands. "I SAID, HANDS UP, HEADS DOWN! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"
Bozo opened his bag and took out a grenade, then stooped down to a frightened monkey hiding behind a check writing station. Grabbing one of his hands, Bozo forced him to hold the small bomb. Placing the monkey's second hand on the grenade's trigger, Bozo proceeded to deftly yank the pin out, thus creating an efficient holding device; the slightest movement on the monkey's part would result in him releasing the trigger, and the grenade would blow. Bozo then proceeded to a female monkey cowering under the desk to the right, and repeated his ritual.
The hostages were rounded up. The traps and triggers were set. The robbery had commenced.
On the bank's roof, Dopey and Happy tapped into the bank's alarm system, anticipating their three partners to act. Their cue came when the silent alarm went off. Touching a button, Dopey indicated, "Here comes the silent alarm…" He began to kill it off. As he worked, he noticed something, "Huh? That's funny. It didn't call 911. It's trying to reach a private number."
Happy wondered, "Is it a problem?"
Dopey shook his head, "No, I'm done here—"
A muffled gunshot ended his sentence for him, and the crocodile slumped over with a silenced bullet through his skull. Happy grabbed both his and the deceased clown's duffel bags before running for the stairwell. "One less share, more loot to spare," he thought to himself.
Dopey yanked the door open and darted inside. Rushing a few floors down, he found the target: the giant vault, the steel veil between him and millions of dollars. With no time to waste, he frantically tore open his bag and produced a drill, fixed it to the door, and began rummaging for the locking mechanism. Suddenly, sparks erupted from the tool; the vault had been electrified. "What the hell…?" Shocked in both senses of the word, Dopey recoiled from the vault. How was he supposed to get in now?
In the main bank lobby, Bozo had just given a seventh lucky patron a grenade to hold close. He and his two immediate partners just had to stall for time, until Happy and Dopey came down with the bags of cash. Grumpy brandished his pistol to everyone in the lobby, and he yelled, "We're just making a withdrawal here! Obviously, we don't want you doing anything with your hands other than holding on for dear life!"
Chuckles, noticing a bank guard porcupine trying to cautiously edge his way into a standing position, ran over and proceeded to beat him to submission. He demanded, "On the ground! Stay on the ground! Nobody make a move, nobody! Stay down!"
As he hollered, Chuckles didn't see the bank manager, an elderly monkey, in the cubicle behind him. He was unaware that the banker slowly opened his desk drawer and removed a shotgun from it. Before Chuckles could react, he was blasted away, a window shattering in the process, before he collapsed to the ground, dead.
BANG! The sound of a shotgun shell sent Bozo and Grumpy to the floor, both diving for the same check writing stations where the bank clients and tellers hid. The anonymous bank manager clicked his shotgun, and strutted forward into the lobby. BANG! He fired again, the pellets embedding themselves within the stand Bozo was behind, prompting the robber to scramble to the next stand. BANG! A third shot, and Bozo moved away again. BANG! Another shot, another stand. BANG! Keeping as low as possible while moving as fast as possible, Bozo kept moving and avoiding the onslaught of shotgun blasts until he reunited with his partner, Grumpy, behind the last check station.
The bank manager smiled triumphantly at the power he enjoyed, and the thrill of chasing the clowns down. He called out, "Do you have any idea who you're stealing from? You and your friends are so dead."
Grumpy turned to Bozo, "How many shots? Is he out?"
Bozo pondered, counting his fingers, then nodded to his only ally in the room at the moment. Grumpy stood up, confidently ready to take down this obstacle.
BANG! Grumpy collapsed, stunned at the oncoming lead he had been told not to expect. The bank manager reloaded… but he was out of ammo. He tried again, with only an empty click for his efforts. Hearing the foretelling click, Bozo stood up and fired a stream of bullets from the sub-machine gun in his paws, striking him between the legs. The monkey fell, struggling in vain to stay up. Bozo slowly lowered his pistol and stared at him.
Grumpy asked incredulously, "Where the hell did you learn to count?" He was back on his feet, none too pleased with his cohort for getting a wounded shoulder. He ran off, eager to check on the vault team. They seemed to be taking awfully long. Bozo, pleased at the solitude he was having at the moment, strolled up and down the aisles, looking from cowering male to frightened female with only casual interest.
Grumpy staggered into the vault room, still reeling from the blast to his shoulder blade. When he came in, he saw Happy had removed his shoes, using them as makeshift gloves to move the vault dial. Yes, it was clumsy and awkward, but a master vault cracker was still equally a master in such situations. Seeing Grumpy enter, Happy informed him, "They wired this thing up with like, five thousand volts. What kind of bank does that?"
Grumpy answered, "This bank belongs to the Mob, the biggest crime family in Zootopia. It's a bank the guys running the show really don't want robbed. Some experts, they're probably stashing their loot here. The Joker probably knows it. That's why he's targeting this place. I guess he's as crazy as they say." Looking around, he remarked, "Hey, where's the alarm guy? Isn't he with you?"
Happy turned a few cranks, and the vault door popped open. He replied, "The boss told me when the guy was done, I should take him out. One less share, right?"
Grumpy looked up quickly, "Oh, funny... He told me something similar."
Happy's eyes widened from the covering of his mask, "He what?! No, don't—"
BANG! Happy was shot in the head. Shoving the corpse aside, Grumpy ran in. Opening his bag, he began shoving as much money as humanly possible inside. A few trips downstairs later, five bags full of millions of dollars waited in the lobby, with Bozo and Grumpy piling them up to go.
Grumpy breathed, "Boy, that's a lotta money. If this Joker guy was so smart, he'd bring us a bigger car." He clicked his pistol, and Bozo turned around slowly to find it fixed against him. "I'm bettin' the Joker told you to kill me as soon as we loaded the cash, now, didn't he?"
The normally silent Bozo looked at his watch and casually remarked, "Oh, no, no, no. I kill the bus driver." He edged to his right, away from the main aisle of the lobby.
"Bus driver?" Grumpy took a step to his right into the main aisle. Bozo didn't reply, instead taking another step away. Grumpy, puzzled now, demanded, "What bus driver?"
The wall exploded behind him, and Grumpy turned in time to see the back compartment of a large school bus rush out and hit him in the face. Flying backwards, he collapsed to the floor. Bozo, pleased that his ride had come just in time, turned and grabbed the bags. The bank patrons all stared, shocked and wide-eyed, at the new hole in the wall of the bank.
The bus driver, again wearing a clown mask, leaped out of the back and also grabbed the rest of the bags. He called, "School's out, time to go!" Trying to remain sociable under the circumstances, he attempted to converse, "Cat's not getting up, is he?" He motioned to Grumpy. No response from Bozo. "That's a lotta money…" Again, only silence. "What happened to the rest of the guys?"
Bozo responded with a blast of machine gun fire, shutting up the jovial driver. Grabbing the last bag, he threw it in the back and started to get in, but was interrupted by a remark sputtered out by someone behind him.
"You think you're smart, huh?" Turning around, Bozo saw it was the injured bank manager who called him out. He began strutting over, listening to the rest of the monologue. "Well, the guy that hired you will just do the same thing." The old monkey began to chuckle mockingly, "You know, criminals in this town used to believe in things. Honor… respect… Look at you!" His voice rose to a roar, "What do you believe in, huh?! WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE—" The bank manager never finished his sentence, as his mouth was slid with Bozo's tenth and final grenade.
Bozo leaned down very close to the monkey and whispered, "I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you…"
He then lifted off his mask, and the bank manager saw a face. It was the face of a Eurasian golden jackal coated in white paint, with the eyes accented by black eye shadow. The fur on his head was dyed green, but most prominent was a bright red mouth, forced into an appalling permanent smile by huge Chelsea Grin scars. The face leaned in close, and finished his statement, "…stranger."
The bank manager was startled by the horrific visage just revealed to him. The robber smiled a ghastly grin, and leapt towards the bus.
As the last surviving robber walked away, the bank manager took notice of the grenade in his mouth, then the thread which led from the pin. Following it, he traced it all the way to the clown, who clambered into the bus and gave one last smile back to the horrified patrons. The clown tied the long thread to one of the handles of the bags, closed the door, and jumped into the driver's seat.
And as the robber drove the bus away, and the pin pulled from the grenade, and right before the device exploded, the bank manager realized that he had just come face to face with the Joker.