Episode 4 of Zootopia, The Virtual Season. You can find all the episodes in Zootopia Communities, where the season is listed under my name.
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Sad, but true, that no good deed goes unpunished.
Finnick was scrubbing his paws at the end of a hard day's work in his garage when the pounding on the door started and he snarled in frustration. Life used to be so much easier, scamming when he needed some dough, no expectations, no responsibilities, no need even to get out of bed in the morning if he didn't feel like it. Owning a business was a bigger headache than the fennec fox had ever expected and there were times he had a strong impulse to walk away from it all. He sighed, drying off his paws and going to the door. Whoever it was, he would see what he could do, but his annoyance returned in full force when he saw who it was.
Duke Weaselton, eyes rolling nervously in every direction, pushed past Finnick into the garage. "I need help."
"I know," said Finnick, "but I ain't a shrink. Now beat it so I can finish closing up."
The weasel was clutching a briefcase to his chest and he backed up further into the garage. "No kidding, Finn. I'm in real bad trouble. I go out there, I'll be dead by morning."
Finnick considered picking up the weasel and slinging him out the door, but small as Duke was, the fox was even smaller. Maybe if he used his baseball bat...no, that was assault and now he was a business owner he wasn't supposed to go around hitting animals. Damn Nick for making him take those citizenship classes! He closed the door and locked it. "Make it fast."
"You got someplace more private? Like without all these big windows?"
Finnick scowled but went into the reception office and shut the blinds on the door. "This is as private as it gets."
The weasel slunk in and put the briefcase on the desk in the corner. "I swear I didn't know what was in it." He opened it and took a step back.
Finnick's eyes popped. The case was stuffed with bundles of cash, hundred dollar bills in wrappers marked with an ornate B. "Where did you get this, Duke?"
"Arctic Edibles. It's a little shop that stocks gourmet food. I just stopped in for a two paw discount on breakfast, I like those little sticky buns they make…"
Duke was rambling and Finnick snapped, "Get to the point!"
"The caribou behind the counter got called to the back so I just looked to see if I could get in the register and I saw the briefcase and I took it. How was I supposed to know it was full of money?"
"It's not just money. Look at the initial on the wrappers."
"Yeah," Duke whined. "It was in Tundratown, Finn. It's one of Mr Big's places! I robbed Mr Big." He wrung his paws. "What am I gonna do?"
"Don't know," said Finnick unsympathetically. "Don't care. Bye."
Duke slammed the case shut. "You may not care what happens to me but what about Nick?"
The fox's paws knotted into fists. "What's Nick got to do with this?"
"You know what Mr Big will do to me for stealing from him? He'll ice me."
"That ain't got nothing to do with Nick."
"No? I'm one of his informants. If I disappear, he'll look for me. What do you think will happen to Nick if he starts snooping around?"
"Nick is like family to Mr Big," said Finnick slowly.
"You know that won't matter to Mr Big. He's business first."
Finnick gritted his teeth. "Why you bothering me with this?"
"Because you can help!" Duke pushed the case at Finnick. "It's all over the street how you got an arrangement with Mr Big…"
The fox put up a paw. "I got a contract to fix his cars. That's all."
"That's enough. He knows you, Finn. He trusts you. Please, take the money back to him. Tell him it was all a mistake. Tell him anything you want! Just don't tell him it was me." The weasel was shaking like a leaf. "Finn, please, you gotta help me!"
Finnick reluctantly took the case. "I'll do it for Nick. He's doing good now, he don't need your mess. Now get out and don't let me catch you around here again."