Hey all, DLW here with a new WildeHopps story in celebration of National WildeHopps Day! Thank you to all my readers, follows, fav's and reviews and for your feedback it makes writing all the more fun. Disclaimer: Zootopia and its characters are copyright Disney. (I own none of the characters in the story aside from the O/C's.).

*Click*

The oversized TV lit up, filling every inch of it with a wide array of colour before sound came booming through its speakers.

[So signifies the return of the-]

A small sigh, "Migration, No."

*Click*

The screen flickered, changing from one station to another. A flash of black and white static bounced back and forth on its shimmering surface before it settled. The audio came in after.

[The 30! The 20! HE. COULD. GO. ALL-]

The announcer kept going. The filmed crowd was more excited... the viewers not so much.

"Pfft... The Cubs are gonna win that one."

A beat of silence.

"Yep."

*Click*

Again the channel changed, and more colour filled the screen. Vibrant flashes and shiny metallic objects encroached from every direction. Three small black and white figures stood in the center, posing in the face of imminent danger.

[HAHAHA. Now that I have you in my sights South Pole Squadron-]

"Really? This old cartoon is still on the air?"

"It's still popular..."

"Yeah," a scoff, "elsewhere."

*Click*

[With the inauguration of mayor Mor-]

"Heh. You know it's about time they-"

"Channel three... it's on channel three..."

"Oh yeah! Right."

*Click*

[-nd now onto our next session on the history of Zootopia]

The screen lit up to the welcoming sight of a smiling coyote. Dressed finely in a business suit and red tie, he waved towards the camera and motioned towards a crowd behind him.

It was in the hall of the City's Natural History Museum; tall pillars etched with ancient knowledge and displays of wondrous history all around. Much had changed throughout the years and the addition of a small alcove decorated with recent dates and times was its key feature. Many of the plaques that adorned the wall shimmered with flashes of cameras as the event was beginning to start.

The small section in front of the addition was full of mammals (and a few non-mammals to boot) of all kind. While the seating was solely made of folding chairs and packed from front to back, the small podium in front was the main attraction of the entire venue. It was elevated a little, but rather small for many mammals to even set paw on. Though for the two that stood atop it, it didn't matter.

On either side of this platform sat small glass and embroidered cases that shimmered from every *snap* that lit it up. There were small books, odd little devices, and even a camera under them.

"As you can see, the crowd's really packed tonight as we begin with the first edition of our new series: Heroes of the City. And this one's been a long time coming."

The suited canid walked away a little, beckoning the camera-mammal to follow them closely. With a mic in their paw, they strode a little down the aisle. "For today, we have with us the most amazing story in our recent history," said the coyote, walking backward and giving the camera-mammal a good show with his signature salute, "the history of Zootopias finest cop duo: Judith and Nicholas Wi-"

He could barely finish his sentence as he toppled backward. The camera panned down to see that he had fallen over someone else's bag that they left in the middle of the aisle. A victim of circumstance and master of recovery on the news team, the coyote quickly got back up on his feet and dusted himself off.

"Sorry about that," said the canid, flicking the hem of his suit and giving a short glare to a nonchalant deer doe, "like I was saying, we have the readings and recordings of our very finest presented today."

The canid motioned towards the center stage where a small pair of mammals stood stalwart looking over the crowd. In a moment, the camera-mammal - though never seen as it was their job - set up their station amid the center of the aisle and centered the focus on the two.

The two mammals, now in focus of every set of eyes, raised their paws and hushed what remained of the crowd. They knew that there would still be flash photography despite the 'no flash photography' sigh that clearly hung around them.

"Nice of you to drop by, Seif." The larger of the two mammals announced, staring intently at the coyote with a belittling smirk.

The crowd erupted in a fit of laughter while the canid rolled his eyes. He had taken purchase in a seat up front and managed to hide his embarrassment fairly well (he never let them see his muzzle as he was in front of them).

"Ahem," coughed the smaller one, regaining the other's attention.

The pair, a bunny and a fox, stared at each other for a moment before addressing the crowd once more.

The rabbit spoke first. "Good evening. As some of you are just now tuning in, we'd like to thank you for taking the time to watch as we unveil a brief history of our great city."

As the rabbit spoke, the fox casually walked over to one of the glass cases. Not bothering to take the time to see the detail of each object, they pulled out the first of the great treasures that the museum had: a small black and white notebook. It's face was slightly worn and crumpled with time; it had the clear markings of water damage on each page.

A smile crept up on their muzzle as they strode back and placed the book on the podium. The rabbit looked on with a bright grin of their own as the fox turned the first page of the tome.

"We'd, first of all, like to share with you what started everything," said the fox, eyeing the camera, "this little book is what started what would become the reason we're even here this day. The first journal." The fox then paused to take a look down at the rabbit, who in turn chuckled back.

The bunny spoke up next. "It is the history of our city. Of our family. How we came to be what we are today is all in here." With a tap of the book, the rabbit continued, "This is the first journal that we have. The first steps that were taken on a long journey... the... uh..."

The rabbit froze in that sentence, pleadingly looking up to the fox for help. Though a small sigh left the vulpine, they complied. "The first tragedies that were faced, and the love that blossomed from misery. What it meant to trust your partner. We'll be reading you the entire journey... Well, the parts that are written anyways. We do have the old recorder and films. " said the fox almost with gusto behind a well-placed grin towards the bunny.

It was then that the crowd became eerily silent. Not even a bunny could hear a pin drop at that moment. It was the moment when the bunny nodded to the fox and read the first words of the journal.

'I never imagined that things would ever have turned out this way, but through it all, we made it out okay. We'll have to get another journal soon, this one got ruined... and if Nick didn't take up whole pages with his 'illustrations' then maybe we'd have more room to actually write! ~ JUDY'

'Carrots never lets me do anything fun, so I just had to draw our little adventure. I can't say we're worse off for it, but she trusts me so that's what matters. Also, I was the one who named the thing, so HA! OW-... yes I did write that down, but the name stays: Wilde-Hopps. ~ NICK'

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