ZOOTRAPIA
CH1: Wilder than a Hangover
I do not own Regular Show and Zootopia.

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xRIGBY I

"Mordecai, check this out. It's a portal."
"A what?!"

Mordecai sat up in bed to find his partner in crime's trampoline turned upside down, with the clothes thrown away to the other far corner of the room.

"Mordecai, come here! Come here!"
Just as the blue jay was about to stand up, he swayed to the side and was forced to press his head with a hand. "Ughh… Hangover."
"Come on, dude. Don't be a baby."

Mordecai groaned as he approached Rigby, who was staring eyes wide.
The jay, however, narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "Dude, that's not a portal. That's just a hole in your bed. Quit messing with me."
"Wait!" The raccoon firmly held his friend's arm. "At first, I thought so too! Look at this."

Rigby breathed in heavily then neared his face on the supposed hole and screamed.
"Woooooooooooooooooh!"
Only it did not come out as a scream. The cry sounded like it was sucked in.

"It's just hangover," Mordecai claimed with an unsurprised face. "We're imagining things."
"Are you sure about that?" asked Rigby before dragging one of his partner's hands near the hole.

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" He instantly felt being dragged by a powerful force and had to pull himself back, with the help of an amused Rigby.
"Told you, didn't I?"
"How were you able to sleep through the night?"
"I don't know." The raccoon shrugged casually. "Maybe it appeared when I passed gas."
Mordecai waved a hand over his face. "Eugh!"

"Where do you think it will bring us?"
Mordecai raised his hands crossed in firm disagreement. "Woah there, buddy! We could die in who knows where, something worse than time. Have that patched up."
"Dude, I'm curious. Aren't you? Let's check it out."

"I'm not going to." Mordecai was collecting duct tape to put over the portal when Rigby stopped him.
"Noooo! What if-"
"No what if's." The jay ignored the weak punches thrown at him. "Goodbye portal to who-knows-where."

Just as the tape was about to make contact with the portal, Mordecai was suddenly sucked in, leaving a surprised Rigby.
"That can't be good." One blink after, he screamed. "SKIPS!"

X

"Skips!"
Hurried steps encountered the stairs.
"Skips! Where are you?"
Rigby's eyes manifested Muscleman and High-Five Ghost playing video games in his brain.
The former's pecs were almost touching the controller, while the latter had morphed two hands out of the sides of his small ethereal body., leaving the one fork of a hand on the top of his head unused.

"Rigby, what's the matter?" HFG's spooky voice asked.
"Have you guys seen Skips? I need his help."
Muscleman raised his controller with a smirk. "You know who else needs Skips' help? MY MOM!"
Rigby promptly ignored the always repeated joke. "No idea, HFG?"
"No."

Rigby proceeded to the other rooms.
"Skips! Skips!"

"MORDECAI AND RIGBY, WHAT ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT THIS TIME?!"
"Crap, it's Benson!" Rigby looked around for cover.
"MORDECAI AND RIGBY, HAVE YOU TWO FINISHED YOUR JOBS OR ARE YOU TWO SLACKING AGAIN?!"
Rigby found concealment behind a drawer and yelled, "Yes! The fountain's already clean!"
"grrr…"

Somewhere in the world, a volcano erupted.

"I WAS IN THERE A WHILE AGO! IT'S DEFINITELY NOT CLEAN!"
Rigby laughed nervously. "Are you sure you saw it right, Benson?"
"IF YOU TWO HAVEN'T FINISHED IT BY THE AFTERNOON, YOU TWO ARE FIRED!"

Rigby waited a few seconds before releasing the breath he was holding.
"I gotta get Skips fast."

X

"Skiiips! Are you in there?" Rigby asked as he frantically knocked on the garage door.
"Ski-"
"What is it?" The door opened to show a buff yeti, looking down with a frown.

"Skips, I need your help!"
"Hmm." Skips looked outside as if cautious of outsiders. "Get in."

The door was closed and the two stopped by a few weightlifting materials.
"Let me guess," began Skips as he sat with crossed legs. "You got a portal in your bed and Mordecai was sucked in."
Rigby gasped. "How did you know?"

Skips grunted. "I can see the portal still swirling in your eyes."
"Oooooh." Fascination quickly turned to whimpers. "We gotta help Mordecai!"
"How did the portal come into existence?"
Rigby shook his head miserably. "I don't know."
"Do you have an idea where the portal could bring him?"
"I don't know!" Rigby made a frustrated face, and then blinked to a blank face. "Maybe to a pizza paradise."

"Skips?" A familiar voice spoke from outside. "Skips, are you in there?"
"Uh oh." Rigby put his hands on his face in fear. "It's Benson!"
"Skips, this is your boss! Open the door!"

Three furious knocks later, Skips opened the door while Rigby hid behind it.
"Have you seen Mordecai and Rigby anywhere?" The boss crossed his arms in all seriousness, with a few gumballs shaking inside his round head.
"Uhh…" Skips glanced at Rigby, who was shaking his head vigorously with a finger on his lips.
The yeti easily looked back at Benson. "No, I didn't."
"Alright. I believe you. But if ever Rigby comes by, as your boss," Benson emphasized.
I order you to NOT entertain him until I get to talk to him and Mordecai. You got it?"

Skips looked at the shaking finger his boss was holding up.
"I got it," affirmed the yeti, offering a toothy grin.
"Good."
The gumball machine walked away, a little less red in his face.

As the door closed behind him, Rigby dropped on the floor and heaved a sigh.
"Thanks, Skips. You saved me."
"No problem, Rigby."
Rigby smiled and raised a finger. "Now about that po-"
"No. Benson gave me an order."
"What?!" Rigby stuttered for a few seconds. "But you covered for me."
"Out of my choice. But I have an order now," Skips said. "I won't entertain you."

The yeti skipped around and peeked over his covered window.
"Come on," Rigby pleaded. "Benson's never gonna know. Not from me!"
Skips held the raccoon's shoulders.
"Rigby, look at the corner of the room."
Rigby looked up. "Which corner?"
"The right one."
"Uhh…" Rigby blinked two times. "Which one's right?"
Unsurprised, Skips turned his head to the proper direction. "There."

Rigby's eyes widened in realization.
"Why do you have a camera in your room?!" He immediately scurried for cover but Skips held him still.
"Nooo! Benson's gonna catch me!"
"Stop. That camera's still not operational. It's got a schedule."
"A what?" Rigby's mouth opened in disbelief. "Why would a security camera have a schedule?"

Skips just shrugged.
Rigby looked at him with hope. "When's it gonna work again?"

Skips looked at a nearby clock, narrowing his eyes for a clearer view.
"Uh…"
The clock hands ticked loudly as he tried to process the time.
"2 seconds."
"What?!"

The raccoon instantly jumped outside the room, not bothering to close the door.
Breathing rapidly and hoping Benson was nowhere nearby, Rigby returned to his room.

"Oh, Mordecai." He stared at the ominous portal, which seemed to be growing on his bed.

Someplace in another continent, a light bulb was turned on.

"Ah, the phone!"

X

Rigby tiptoed the rest of the way to the living room.
Muscleman and HFG were no longer playing video games. To his surprise, the room stayed clean.
"Huh, they clean after playing?" He checked under the pillows for possible leftover chips. "Laaame."

He looked over the window and saw Benson, driving away with his cart.
That removed one of the monsters in the house.

"Phone. Phone. Gotta hurt!"
No longer tiptoeing, Rigby rushed to the apartment phone and dialed an ever trustworthy number.

"Margaret, are you there?" He practically screamed over the phone.
"Oh hello, Rigby," was the casual reply from the other side.
"Eileen?" Rigby stammered. "Why do you have Margaret's phone? Ah, what is-"
"Rigby?" The tiny voice worried over the line. "Is there something wrong?"
"Mordecai- ah, what is this?" Rigby rapidly fired away lots of words. "My heart started skipping a beat once I heard your voice and I don't know why. But Mordecai needs-"

"Eileen? Margaret? Mordecai needs your help! He-"

A broken line answered him.

"Ah, what?!"
Rigby looked around in frustration.

The video game console offered company.
Rigby snarled at the temptation and shook his head.
"Uhhh… who else can help me?"

The video game console remained appealing.
Rigby gritted his teeth.
"I'm not gonna play without my best friend."

Then suddenly…
In the previously mentioned continent, another light bulb was turned on.

"Pops!"
The raccoon proceeded with his mission and ran for it.

"Pops, are you there?" knocked Rigby, quite loudly. "Pops!"
The door was opened moments later, showing no signs of the usual cheerfulness but only the stern face of a big man in the shape of a big lollipop.
"Rigby!" He raised a serious finger. "I thought I already told you that knocking should be done gently!"

Rigby ignored his statement and shook him wildly. "Pops, you're the only one left who can help Mordecai!"
"But I have to talk to my father five minutes from now," Pops said while adjusting a fake moustache. "I was just about to go."
"NO! Forget your father!" Rigby cried. "My best friend might be in a pizza paradise alone!"
"No can do," Pops declined with a hint of sadness. "The park's status will depend on this interaction. I have to go, Rigby."

Rigby was about to relive every sad experience of his past when he was left alone… but he steeled his will and shoved the thoughts away.
Watching Pops go down the stairs, Rigby decided he would have to fix things by himself.

He did regret not asking Pops about the fake moustache though.

xJUDY I

"Hold up, Wesselton!" The petite bunny officer raised a gun in warning, a carrot keychain jangling from a pocket.
The suspect hid around a corner and shouted back, "It's Weaselton!"
"I should've had you arrested back then!" Warning shots were fired. Tranq shots bounced against obstacles.

Judy Hopps turned to her comms device and spoke, "Nick, where the heck are you?"
"Still in the subway. Uhh… Carrots?" The worried voice paused, and then continued with a steadier but slower voice. "I think we're in a much bigger problem than what we expected."
"What is it?" Judy asked, while constantly checking the area before her. "I have Weaselton cornered but I'm about to run out of ammo."

The phone was answered by lots of growls and ominous shuffling.
"Nick? Nick?! Nick Wilde, answer me!"

The phone went dead.
Judy's face contorted to a conflicted expression, holding her frustration in.

"Playtime's over, Weaselton," murmured Judy as she reloaded the last magazine.

"Wh- wha! Where the heck did you come from?!" Weaselton exclaimed as he ran out of hiding.

Judy ignored the weasel's cries and focused on him as a target.
"You finally surrendered, suspect!"
"AHHH!"
He continued running as if the gun presented lesser danger to him.
"Arrest me! Arrest me!"
"What?"
Despite her clueless reaction, Judy decided to make sure and fired one shot at Weaselton, who instantly dropped unconscious to the ground.

"Nick," said the bunny, checking on her device again. "Are you in there?"

There was no answer.
Hopps switched channels.

"Clawhauser, Weaselton's down. Focus back-up on Nick's side."
"Okay, got it," was the quick reply.

Judy kept holding her gun and approached the corner from where Weaselton had run off.
There seemed to be a shadow of a bird protruding from the area.
"This is Officer Hopps of the ZPD. Whoever you are, present yourself with hands raised!"

She was answered by deep muffled grunts with the shadow wildly moving as if about to attack.
"We mean no harm! You just happened to be near a case incident. We will inquire you with a few questions and you can be free to go."

Judy grunted, a little uncertain.
She was running out of police lines to say.
The muffled grunts continued, leaving Judy unsure whether she was supposed to engage with the unknown creature or allow it to present itself.

The decision was made for her moments later.

A tall blue creature appeared from the corner, covered with dust and trash.
However, what made an impression was the face of the creature. It was covered with thick leather along with two round circles for its eyes which looked deformed.
Behind it was a swirling matter that seemed to be pulling it, with its feathers being drawn to the abck.

"What is that?!"

Judy immediately hopped backwards as she felt a force pull on her feet.
She realized the creature was thrashing, as if wanting to break free of some chains.
Its two beige eyes stared at her threateningly.

Judy's ears dropped in growing fear.
Nothing in the ZPD rules and regulations gave a hint on supernatural entities.

That was when the swirling matter vanished and the thick leather on the creature's face fell, revealing a new face with no signs of hideousness.
It was just a blue jay, coughing away the dust.

"What just happened?" Judy had to close her gaping mouth using a hand.

The coughing continued for a few more seconds, then the blue jay seemed to register the outfit below him. "Eugh. Rigby's butt cheek pants! It must've been sucked along with me."

Judy's face reddened in embarrassment.
What she thought were eyes were actually butt cheeks on a pair of pants.
She would never tell the other though.
Besides, why would there be such a thing like butt cheek pants?

"Wh- where am I?"
The jay blinked a lot, as if unable to take the location before him.
"AHHH!" He jumped back in surprise. "Is that a dead body?!"
The bird looked around frantically. "Where did that portal take me?!"

"What? Woah. Woah. Woah." Judy raised her two hands slowly in goodwill. "I'm not sure what's happening too…" She pointed a finger on her back. "But that definitely isn't a dead body. He's an aggressive suspect hit by a tranq shot."

"Uhhh…" For three whole seconds, the jay stared at her, with drool almost dropping from his mouth.
He finally said," Have you seen a guy named Rigby?"

xNICK I

"If it isn't Smellwether," Nick Wilde intoned with a hint of amusement.
"You're that fox with Officer Hopps."
The fox's smile deepened, with a guarded glint in his eye. "Yes, I am."

"So, yeah." The small sheep looked down at the smashed mess of what had been a functional comms device just seconds ago. "You actually did it."
"Yes, now my part of the deal, if I may?"
The smile and amusement remained.

But ex-mayor Bellwether knew better.

"I can sense urgency in you, Officer Wilde," she said, allowing herself a small smirk. "For good reason."
"You have my partner, Carrots."
"And I also have all the time in the world!"
"Okay. I already broke the phone." The dropped his smile. "She thinks I'm in danger. She will surely come."
"And you're going to help me or she gets it."
"Tell me about it."

"You're too compliant. You probably think you'll find a way to trick me." Bellwether frowned. "I'm not going back to prison again. That pig Swinton was a pain!"
Nick pressed his back against the tree behind him, stretching the ropes bound around his waist.
"There are other places worse than prison."

Between the two animals was a campfire, releasing a long streak of smoke high up in the air.
Trees swayed gently around them, a few lasting raindrops falling unto the ground.

"Meh. That's enough." The sheep raised a hand. "Doug, go fetch me a phone!"
A few seconds later, a large ram in yellow scientist's clothes handed her the specified gadget, immediately retreating after.

"Officer Wilde," Bellwether addressed. "This phone here only has three contact numbers. One is for Doug. One is for your Carrots." There was a small pause. Nick did not bother to reply.
"Whose number do you think the last one is?"
The fox snorted, deciding to entertain her. "Lionheart. Weaselton. Mr. Big. There's also Chief Bogo. And oh, Carrots just recently changed her number."

"Is that so? Oh, no worries." The sheep gave a shrill laugh. "I still have hold on her. It's not only Weaselton's tracks that she has stepped in."
She took Nick's low growl as a factor for amusement. "Anyway, we got other pressing matters. I want you to call the Chief and falsely inform his force."

There was a pause as their eyes locked.
"No tricks. Say exactly what I'm going to have you say."
Nick gave a thin smile. "The Chief will surely notice me speaking differently. It won't work that way."

The phone was thrown over and Nick caught it with his mouth, teeth bared, before dropping it down on a hand.
"You're not scaring me, Wilde." Bellwether shrugged. "I had you watched all the time. I'm not putting a wager on a losing action."
The fox looked up with determined eyes. "So am I."

"Oh, that's right." The ram returned from the shadows to hand her two pieces of paper.
"You actually have two choices," she continued, flashing the papers before him. "Would you want to help a district or two… or save our only bunny officer?"

Silence ensued.
The calm campfire continued burning, contrasting the strong rains in the nearby district.

xRIGBY II

"AHHHH!"
Passing through what might have been a space-time continuum entity, Rigby closed his eyes to hold his sanity.

He was spared further pain when he felt himself hit the ground.
"Ow…"

The raccoon blinked as his eyes registered the place before him.
"Woah! This place's more detailed than the park!"

Right above him was a constantly moving rotation of rides.
Only then did he realize that it was raining, and his fur was getting wet.
Instead of running for cover, his expression morphed into happiness.
"Rainforest!"

Looking more closely, he noticed the numerous bridges lined up from tree to tree.
He seemed to be on the higher spot of the area.
Standing over a corner, he could see tiny figures moving below.
Some houses were hugging tree trunks while others were literally hanging around.

"Hanging around!" Rigby waved a hand behind him. "Mordecai, you gotta see thi-"
Reality hit him and he smacked his head.
"I gotta find Mordecai. Where did that portal take us?"

Just as he started walking, he gasped at what he thought.
"What if we were brought into two different worlds? Where's my pizza paradise?!"

Somewhere nearby, loud police sirens were heard.
Rigby hid behind a large leaf, with a conveniently more leafy covers above him too.
Getting his fur wet would ruin his pretty skin.
"Why are there cops here?" he whispered.

"Clawhauser! Where's you just send the back-up?!" a strong voice shouted.
Rigby found it came from a big muscled buffalo. He seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Ah… that-" A chubby cheetah in a similar police uniform hastily got out of a police car. "Hopps reuested backup for Officer Wilde's side."

"Man, those guys are huge!" Rigby murmured as he counted at least ten police officers. "These guys have equality the park will never have."

"Any signs of the wolves around here?"
"No, chief," a tiger answered dutifully. "I think we have been misled to take this course of action."
"But that information came directly from Officer Wilde! Are you telling me to doubt him?"

"Woah!" Rigby muttered, not understanding the situation. "This feels like a scene directly from a movie! HD! Woooooooohh!"
He quickly closed his mouth, hoping he wasn't heard.

However, the bushes behind him started shaking ominously.
Rigby failed to suppress a shriek as he turned around.
"I- I didn't mean to eavesdrop!"

A small white furry hand came out of the bushes and gripped his feet.
"AHHHH!" Rigby screamed as he tried to pull himself backwards.
"Would you shut up already?!" a deep masculine voice grunted.

Rigby was then dragged deeper into the leaves, muffling his cries which nobody else got to hear.

- O – O – O – O – O -

Regular Show summary:
Mordecai and Rigby's antics brought them to another universe, this time with danger and a pair of butt cheek pants following their tracks.

Zootopia summary:
Weaselton and company's hidden night howler system is confronted by Judy, only for Nick to discover that ex-Mayor Bellwether was freed from prison and is wreaking havoc.