Nick woke up adjusting the dirty sheets on his mattress, he let out a huge yawn as the radio woke him up.
"Hello Downtown Zootopia, this is your DJ Mister Bones on 69.7 The Claw, Zootopia number one for classics, coming up next here's a track from way back "Be Someone by Scatmammal John," the voice on the radio said switching to the upbeat song on the radio as Nick stood up stretching.
"Might as well take my sheets to the laundromat, they're starting to get funky" Nick stated undressing. he walked to a spot under the bridge where a bucket of rainwater sat. Nick took awhile scrubbing himself with dry soap. after which he ran his paws into the bucket scooping the water as pouring it over himself. after his shower Nick checkout his minifridge.
"Anything good in here?" Nick asked seeing a bottle of cheap beer and some leftover nachos. There was something about cold nachos Nick enjoyed, running the chip thru the now cold thick cheese as Nick snacked up his breakfast. putting on a backpack approaching the steel plate covering the hole. Nick picked it up moving it with ease, leaving his home. making his way to his usual meeting spot with Finnick as the small fox smiled opening the van door as Nick entered.
"Morning Nick said flicking the cap off his beer bottle sending it flying thru the air.
"Dude, was that even a twist off?" Finnick asked looking at Nick who held his finger up downing the amber liquid.
"Read the paper, you kinda made the news again" Finnick handing Nick a newspaper as he read it clearing his thought.
"Tiger lands in Rainforest District, claims he was 'punched by a crazy homeless bum' and flew through the air " Nick read as Finnick chuckled as Nick did so too
"Here's another one, Shopkeeper claims degenerate saved her life form gunman, a cashier at a local convenience store was held at gunpoint when a strange fox saved her life from an unknown attacker" Nick read used to the fact no one knew who he was, honestly he didn't care.
"Another missing mammal report, Hey That's Emmitt!" Nick stated as Finnick looked at him.
"The Nice Otter, we always sell pops to" Finnick stated as Confirmation as Nick nodded.
"Shame, he's one of the nicest guys in the city, and one of my few friends" Nick stated watching Finnick smoking a cigarette.
Really, you're close; how did you meet?" Finnick asked.
"My Ex-girlfriend was a member of the naturalist club, introduced us" Nick replied as Finnick smirked.
"You have powers maybe finding this guy will cement you as a hero" Finnick stated as Nick glanced at him.
"I don't exactly go looking for trouble, it just seems to find me, plus superpowers aren't that good for finding a missing animal," Nick said turning the page.
"Downtown ZPD branch to receive first rabbit officer, Judith Hopps" Nick read as Finnick burst out laughing as Nick turned to him.
"A bunny cop, That is priceless. I always said the police didn't what they were doing" Finnick replied as Nick let a faint chuckle.
"I don't get it" Nick claimed as Finnick laid back.
"Some animals are made to fit a certain role, bunnies and badges don't mix" Finnick explained as Nick stared out the windshield.
"Not that Finnick, I've taken out more criminals then the entire ZPD put together, yet no one even knows who I am, The whole city should know my name; isn't it the least bit weird I don't have any fans" Nick replied as Finnick took a drag on his cigarette.
"Dude The ZPD just take credit for your exploits, besides I thought I didn't care about fortune and fame" Finnick replied.
"I don't, but it would nice to be appreciated... just once" Nick replied.
"Nick, nobody likes foxes and just accept it, if everyone knew what you were capable most people would be scared, or probably just think you're a fake anyway" Finnick stated as nick nodded.
"Got to admit I'm jealous, If I had your powers, I'd be king of the criminal underworld, no one could touch me" Finnick fantasized about having Nick's abilities.
"I guess we're just two different mammals" Nick replied looked at his wallet.
"Cash is running low" Finnick complained.
"Pawsicles" Nick suggested as both foxes shrugged
"I could use a cold snack" Finnick replied as Nick smirked at this caught Finnick's attention.
"What's with the look?" Finnick asked.
"I found this place that sells HUGE Ice pops, there just a catch" Nick stated as Finnick tilted his head.
"What kind of catch," Finnick asked as Nick handed the smaller mammal the backpack he had.
"Spent a while working on it" Nick claimed as Finnick looked in the bag.
"Nick you are a master with a sewing coat" Finnick complemented putting out his cigarette as Nick shrugged.
"Well My dad was a tailor, it must run in the family, by the way maybe we stop by your place, and get you shower, reeking of smoke might ruin the facade" Nick replied enjoying the fancy word as Finnick shifted gears driving off.
The two made their way to Finnick's small apartment. the ride was short and bumpy in the rusted van. which made its stop in a parking lot. Finnick ordered Nick to stay where he was and look after the van while he showered and got changed. Nick thought about turning the radio, but remember how mad Finnick got the last time Nick screwed up his radio. Nick could not get his mind on Emmet, how long had he been missing, his family must have been worried sick.
Nick finished he beer opening the window, chucking the bottle far into the air reclining back.
"Hurry up Finnick," Nick thought to himself Moving the seat back. Nick thought about his friendship with Finnick, he knew the older fox was always a bad influence on him. but he was all Nick had. the small fox left the apartment lugging a Baby stroller as Nick exited the van.
"Aww, look at the little baby" Nick teased rubbing Finnick's chin.
"Do that again, I'll rip your eyes out!" Finnick claimed as Nick stuffed a pacifier into Finnick's mouth.
"You, rip my eyes out, that's funny" Nick stated, reminded Finnick how he was able to take a gunshot point blank, the bullet did not even break the flesh. Nick began pushing the stroller.
"What if this doesn't work" Finnick whispered as Nick pushed him.
"The birthday boy act always works, who would be heartless enough to turn down a little baby, Just sell the tears, and remember; Babies don't talk" Nick reminded as the two began walking down the streets. Finnick pouted but eventually slipped into his baby act.
The two came to their destination as Nick smiled.
"Here we are," Nick said as Finnick eyes the huge Ice Cream parlor.
"It's Huge" The small fox whispered never having been to this parlor before, It must have recently opened as Nick opened the door wheeling the stroller in, getting in the line as The beaver behind looked at them.
"Cute Baby" She replied as Nick smiled.
"Thanks, Miss" Nick replied trying his best to act fatherly. when doing the scam, he always thought of the way his father acted. Johnathon Wilde was a great mammal. Nick could help but wonder what he would say if he saw Nick now. after the beaver was handed her ice cream as Nick approached the counter.
"One Jumbo pop please sir," Nick asked kindly as the elephant behind the desk looked at him. he blinked using his trunk to point to a sign beside the counter
"Read the sign," The elephant asked as Nick eyed the piece of wood picking it up and began reading the sign.
"We reserve the right to refuse service" The Sign read as Nick placed it back.
"So you're not going to serve my infant son" Nick replied as The Elephant looked at him.
"We don't serve your kind here" The elephant replied as Nick stood firm trying his hardest to sell it.
"Please elaborate, By 'your kind' do you mean predators in general or just foxes; Give me a valid reason to not serve ice cream to an infant child!?" Nick asked getting the attention of the parlor customers.
