A/N: Changed/extended scene

I was originally going to skip straight to the meeting with Nick at the ice cream parlor, but then I thought it might be fun to show how Judy's actions might not change too much, but her motivation had changed pretty drastically.

Also... I'm trying to come up with names for all 275 of Judy's siblings. If you guys have any name suggestions, I'd love to hear them. All the names I've already got are on this Tumblr post: post/142721856731/names

"Hopps." Chief Bogo still had one case file in his hand, this was her chance, she'd finally be able to prove herself in the field. "Parking duty. Dismissed." The other officers began filing out and Chief Bogo gathered his papers and headed for the door. Judy stood on her chair, trying to process what she'd just heard.

"Sir," she called. "Chief Bogo?" He stopped in the doorway, looking back at her.

"Yes?"

I can take a case, she wanted to say. I can do anything the other officers can do. She opened her mouth to remind him of her accomplishments at the academy, to question his decision on her assignment.

Don't do it, said the voice in her head. Remember what I told you? Of course she remembered, she wasn't about to forget after all the trouble Nick went to in order to make her listen to him after an aggravating session with her school counselor. Animals in positions of authority don't like to be questioned, especially if the rule is that you're supposed to listen and do. If you want to convince them to change their judgement, it's better to show them that they made a mistake. In your case that means trying your hardest at whatever job you're given until they realize how much they've underestimated you. Thus far, he'd been right.

"Who do I check in with?" was what she said instead.

"Clawhauser will get the keys for you and direct you to the garage," Chief Bogo said.

"Thank you, sir," Judy said. She waited until the door was closed before allowing her foot to tap. How could she prove herself as a meter-maid? Maybe Clawhauser would have a suggestion. She pulled the heavy door open and headed off toward the front desk.

"You're back!" Clawhauser exclaimed through a mouthful of donut. "How'd it go?"

Judy took a deep breath and managed to answer without screaming. "I'm on parking duty."

"Oh! I should have known," Clawhauser said. "Chief always puts new officers on parking duty for the first few days. Especially if they're not originally from the city. He says it's the best way for new recruits to learn the streets. I guess that means you need the keys and the parking tickets?" He kicked his chair over to the other side of the desk and started rummaging in a drawer. Judy jumped as high as she could to try and see over the counter, but it only lasted a moment before she was on the ground again. She was on her third hop when Clawhauser looked up and saw her. "Why don't you go ahead and sit on the counter for a minute. I need to refill the ticket printer and you should probably see how it's done."

"Okay," Judy said. She launched herself up onto the counter, proud when she didn't slip despite landing on a small stack of papers. She carefully moved the papers aside and plopped down. "So, Chief always puts the newest officers on parking duty?"

"Yep," Clawhauser said, his voice muffled with his head inside a cabinet. "Aha! Found them." He closed the cabinet and kicked his chair back over in front of Judy, this time with two rolls of blank tickets in his paws. "It's actually become a bit of a competition, actually." Judy tried to listen and keep an eye on how he was loading the printer. "Each officer tries to see if they can beat the previous officer for the highest number of tickets written in a day."

"What's the current record?" Judy asked. This was getting more and more interesting.

"The current standing record is DelGato with 100 tickets written on his first day. The last few recruits haven't been able to top that. Did you see how I refilled the printer?" Clawhauser handed over the ticket printer, extra tickets, and keys.

"I saw," Judy said. "100 tickets, huh? Well then, I guess I'll just have to write 200 tickets," she paused; she could do better than that. "I'll write 200 before noon," she said.

"Good luck with that," Clawhauser said. "Oh, by the way, your vest will be with the buggy. It's in the garage at the end of that hall." He pointed down a second hall opposite from the one she'd taken to the bullpen.

"Right, got it," Judy said, sliding off the counter. "Thanks Clawhauser," she yelled before taking off down the hall.