Clawhauser was sitting sitting at the front desk as usual, eyes glazed over as the second-hand ticked by on the clock. 11:45 pm. All of the paperwork has been filed and plenty of fellow officers had already left the station. Friday nights were always so empty and lonely. The few officers who stayed only did so because of unfinished work from the week.

He wondered why he agreed to stay so late, even though he knew very well he couldn't stay awake a minute past midnight. Maybe it was a 'yes' out of pure excitement from the sugar rush from today's batch of donuts. Maybe it was because Nick was working late, too. He liked talking to Nick. Then again, he liked talking to anyone. Whatever it was, he was stuck here, and he couldn't do anything about it. Clawhauser did a little spin in the swivel chair before letting out a big sigh and throwing his arms across the desk, giving a little pout. Suddenly, the radio blared at Clawhauser, making him jump.

"Clawhauser! Are you there?! Clawhauser!"

He lurched for the radio, fumbling for the push-to-talk button with his pudgy fingers.

"Clawhauser here!"

"Clawhauser! This is Officer Wilde! We got a 10-91E! Location: McBadgerson and Sons!"

"Don't worry, Officer Clawhauser on his way!"

Clawhauser flopped out from his chair and skated around the desk, heading for the exit. He jumped into the squad car, turned the ignition, and sped off into the dimly lit streets. Traffic was getting heavy. Friday nights were a prime time for mammals to go out and have fun, but Clawhauser was determined. He flipped the siren on and proceeded to wind his way through the dense traffic. Clawhauser saw the lights on in the shop through the front door, right where Nick said, at McBadgerson and Sons. He stopped the car with a screech as he checked the clock on the dashboard. 11:58.

I hope I'm not too late. I can't let Nick and the others down.

He jumped out of the car, leaving the squad car running. He bolted to the door as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Panting and out of breath, he

pushed the door open with considerable force, finding three very surprised badgers behind a counter, all holding trays of donuts.

"Are you still open?" Clawhauser asked. "I need 3 dozen to go, ASAP!"

A/N

This is my first fanfic. Please review, because criticism can only help my writing! This was written for the first ever Zootopia News Network Ranger Scout Challenge. Also, a 10-91E is code for "animal bite," so I thought it was fitting for hungry mammals craving donuts late at night. ;)