Author's Note:

Thank you everybody for all the positive feedback. I really appreciate it. Sorry for not updating more often. I have lots of things going on. I'll try to update more often now.

Chapter 3 – The Academy:

The Academy was much larger than Nick had imagined. The gate was huge. It towered over Nick as he walked in. He felt like a flea on a wolf's back.

Nick walked into the registration building right behind a rhino, who opened the giant door so Nick didn't need to.

Nick stopped and looked up at the table. It was huge! The table was at least ten feet tall. Nick set his suitcase against the table and climbed up the table to the top.

"Hello?" Nick asked as soon as he got to the top.

"May I help you sir?" asked the receptionist, a female hippo with glasses.

"I am Nick Wilde. I am here to be admitted into the Police Academy Program."

"Ah yes! Bogo said you would be arriving today." She pointed out a clipboard with papers for him to fill out. "Once you get those done, head over to the men's dorm building. Charles will get you your dorm assigned."

Nick finished filling out the papers and gave them to the hippo. He climbed down the table and walked out into the courtyard. He saw the dorm building and walked towards it. He walked in and looked around the lobby.

"May I help you?" asked a porcupine behind a desk.

"Are you Charles?" asked Nick.

"Yes."

"I am Nick Wilde. I was told you'd get me my room assigned."

"Oh yes. Room 5B. I believe that should be sufficient for you. Here's the key."

"Alright," Nick said, taking the key.

The stairs creaked as Nick walked up them. The building looked like it was over a hundred years old. It needed a replacement. There was also this strange scent about the place. It smelled like sweat, dirty socks, and another odor Nick couldn't put his tongue on (which he hoped he never had to).

Nick arrived at the room and unlocked it. There were two bunk beds. There were sheets on all of them except the top bunk on one bed. Nick threw his stuff onto it and walked out, locking the door behind him.

He wandered around the campus until he found a building that said across the door, "Frosty's Bar".

"Seems like the hangout," Nick said to himself as he entered.

There was a bar in the middle with bar stools of various sizes around it. There were several tables with chairs around the rest of the room, all various sizes. There were TVs around the place, as well as a dart board and other decorations on the walls. There was a snow leopard cleaning the bar. Nick walked up.

"Hey there. What can I get you?" asked the snow leopard as Nick sat on a stool at the bar.

"What do you have?" Nick asked.

"Well, I'll tell you now, this place isn't what you think."

"What do you mean?"

"We don't serve alcohol. It's a rule that no alcohol is allowed on the campus. So we serve soda here."

"Hm. Do you have a root beer?"

"Oh yeah. That's the specialty." The snow leopard filled a glass with the foamy carbonated liquid and gave it to Nick.

Nick tasted the drink and smiled. "Now that is some good root beer!"

"I make all my soda in-house. The name's Kirk. Kirk Phrosté. But nobody can ever spell that, so

I go by Frosty. Makes things easier, right?"

"Yeah. I understand that. Name's Nick Wilde."

"Are you that fox cadet?"

"Yep."

"Nice. Want me to set up a tab for ya?"

"Why not?"

"Ok. See you around."

"You bet."

Nick drank the last of his root beer and left. He walked back to the dorm room. When he got there, he heard noises from inside. He opened the door and peeked in. There were three other

mammals in there, talking. Nick slowly walked in.

"Hey! Look who's here! It's Cadet Wilde!" said the cougar.

The mammals started cheering.

"Welcome to the club, Nick!" said one of the arctic wolves.

"Thanks," Nick said.

"Don't pay any attention to them. They're crazy. I'm Jacob Alpine. That's my twin brother, Aaron. The cougar is Jordan Cougran."

"Nice to meet you all. I had a stressful day today. I just want to relax," Nick said.

"Go ahead. It'll get crazy tomorrow," Jacob said.

Nick put the sheets on his bed and laid down on them.

.

After an hour, Jacob woke Nick up.

"Hey! Wake up!"

"Huh? I didn't know I fell asleep."

"We're all going to head over to Frosty's. Wanna come hang out?"

"Sure."

Nick climbed down and followed his roommates to the "bar".

There were more mammals in the place now. The four gathered around a table and sat down.

"Hey Frosty! Get us a round of root beer and a basket of mozzarella sticks!" said Aaron.

"You got it!" Frosty said, going into the kitchen.

The TVs were playing the ZNN News, and they were playing the story about the bomb threat in the train.

"Hey! I'm in this story!" Nick said, pointing to the TV.

"Frosty! Turn the TV up!" said Jordan.

"…And I have here Mister Michael Dundee," said the reporter on TV. "He was on the train with the bear. Mister Dundee, what were your thoughts as the bear claimed to have a bomb?"

"Well, it was a mixture of dread, excitement, adrenaline, and other stuff, ya know, mate?"

"Hey! I know him!" Nick said, elbowing Jacob.

"And what happened exactly?"

"Well, I was ducked behind the seats with my new friend, Nick Wilde and I asked him what we should do. He said he would do whatever he could, and he pulled out this pistol. It was a Ruger American .9mm. That's a good gun to buy, by the way.

"Anyway, while he was talking to the bomber, I called the ZPD. It seemed like the right thing to do."

"Amazing. And Nick Wilde, what made him special?"

"He was on his way to the ZPD Academy, of course! He's gonna be the first fox police officer. That's just digeridoo, mate!"

"Incredible. Well this is Marianne Summers of the ZNN reporting live from Savannah Central Station…"

"You stopped a bomb threat?" Aaron asked, disbelieving.

"Yeah. I told you I had a stressful day, didn't I?" Nick said, leaning back in his chair.

"Woah! Hold up! Do you have any proof?" asked Jordan.

"Sure do," Nick said, pulling the pistol out and laying it on the table.

"It is a Ruger American .9mm!" Jordan exclaimed.

Just then, Frosty put the basket of mozzarella sticks down with the four mugs of root beer.

"You are real police material, Nick Wilde," Aaron said, patting Nick on the back.

I'm fitting in already, Nick thought with a smirk on his face.

Author's Note:

I was going to make Frosty's a real bar, but I thought that wouldn't make a good combination with the police academy, so there's a rule of no alcohol, tobacco, or drugs (unless the drugs are checked in) on campus. If the cadets cannot follow this simple rule, how can they be expected to uphold the law? And plus, I've always envisioned a place like the bar from Cheers or like Enzo's from Kevin Can Wait with soda and milkshakes instead of beer. Makes it more inviting in my opinion.

Also, there was a problem with the formatting when I was writing, so I'm not sure if some of the stuff will display right.