Foxy and Vixie parked the car at the mall, getting out and stretching their legs and muscles after the long ride. After that, they went inside and started to look around.

Deciding on which store to visit, Foxy looked around and saw a store that sold video games and game merchandise. she looked up to Vixie, eyes widened with hope.

" Okay, you can go look, but come back, I'll be looking for a bra here. " Vixie gave the go-ahead.

" I highly doubt anymore bras will survive your " pups " any longer, Mom! " Foxy joked, earning a glare and a smirk from her mother.

" Just get going, Little Miss Smartass! " Vixie blushed as a man stared at her cleavage as he walked by, giving him the bird in response.


Using her bouncy-ball gait to her advantage, Foxy Loxy headed over to the store, which was called Games Emporium.

It was a typical store which sold video games for a variety of game consoles, like the PreyHunter, LionzKage 3D, and the GameSphere 2.5-D. Ads and game trailers played on the tv screens throughout the store, Kids played on the game demo testers, and some kids screaming as they were dragged away by their fed-up parents.

Nevertheless, Foxy looked around the many store shelves to see if any of the games would peak her interest, the stores employee's asking intrusively if she was finding anything okay, She nodded her head to get them to buzz off.

Foxy was turning a corner to look at the other side of the display shelf when she bumped into someone.

" Hey! watch it bozo! " She berated until she realized who'd she just bumped into when he stood back up.

" Sorry, Foxy! " Chicken Little apologized, rubbing his sore arm, hoping that the stitches didn't open up when he fell.

" Hey, it was my fault...Don't sweat it, Chicken Butt! " She blurted out.

" Chicken Butt?...what the? " Chicken wondered to himself.

" So, how's your arm? " Foxy quickly changed the subject before anyone could get any ideas about her and Chicken Little.

" It still hurts sometimes, kinda hard to play baseball with Dad or putting my arm around Abby when we're on a date. " He told her, still rubbing his arm.

The pangs of guilt settling back in, Foxy resisted the urge to break down crying in front of everyone in the store, So she quickly thought of an excuse to leave.

" Well, it was nice talking to you again Little, but I got to get back, or my mom would have a cow. I hope you'll get better! " She then waved goodbye to Chicken Little and left the store.

" Thanks! that means a lot coming from you, Foxy! " he called out to the fox-gal, who turned back briefly and nodded her head in agreement.


Foxy made a bee-line back to the clothing store near the entrance to the mall, called Mallard's. She made her way past the Men's and Boy's section to get to the Women's section in search for her mother.

She didn't have too long to look when she overheard the saleswoman ask for Vixie's bra size.

" 38-D " she heard her mother behind the curtain to the changing room.

Waiting until the saleswoman left, Foxy ducked inside with her mother.

" Hey, there honey. did you find something that you wanted? " Vixie asked her as she checked herself in the mirror, pushing her bra up.

" No, I ran into Chicken Little while I was there. " Foxy told her.

" Did you get his sweet digits? " Vixie teased.

" NO. I literally ran into him at the store and he fell on his hurt arm. I got scared and ran here! " Foxy huffed, not really in the mood to be teased.

Vixie faced her daughter to apologize, sensing the seriousness in Foxy's voice.

" I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't joke like that..." My Bad " as you kids say this days! " She chuckled afterwards.

" It's fine mom...I just wanna go home now...I'll wait in the car. " Foxy then walked out of the dressing room and out of the mall.

She sat on a bench overlooking the sprawling parking lot to think, wondering if her pain and misery would ever end.

" Hey, honey. Ready to go? " Vixie asked, holding her newly purchased bras.

" Yeah...I'm sorry about ending our trip to the mall." Foxy apologized.

" Hey! no need to beat yourself up. We'll just go to the thrift store and if anyone bothers you because you're a predator, I kick their ass! " Vixie emphasized as she tossed some punches in the air, Making her daughter chuckle, cheering her up.

" Thanks Mom! " Foxy thanked, taking her mother's hand and walking with her back to the car.

" Besides, we need to go pick your prescription at the pharmacy, I keep forgetting with all this going on! " Vixie reminded.

" Okay, Mom. Let's get to it then! " Foxy agreed as she waited for her mother to unlock the car.


Later that day..


" No she didn't hurt me, Abby. it was an accident! " Chicken Little explained to Abby over the phone, who was worried that Foxy might've attacked him again.

" I'm just looking out for you, Chicken Little, is all. " She responded as she read an article in Modern Mallard. " It says here in Modern Mallard that if a predator attacks someone, they're hauled off to some kind of facility in Zootopia. "

" Why would they do a thing like that? instead of putting them in jail? " Chicken Little wondered, appalled at such a thing. As much as Foxy bullied him and his friends, He hoped the same fate wouldn't befall her. " Wait...your interested in the article because of what Foxy did, Isn't it? " He then asked her.

Abby scoffed at the accusation, " No, I'm just telling you what I'm reading here, and why are you so concerned about her? Huh? do you like her or something? " She then asked him.

Chicken Little recoiled in horror. " Ugh! No Abby, I don't like her that way! "

" I'm just saying, I'm open to polyamory. " Abby suggested, trying not to snicker.

" Abby...I love only you, you know that right? " Chicken Little reminded her, feeling like he was in trouble for something he didn't do, knowing full well how that went down last time.

" Relax, Little! I'm just messing with you! " Abby giggled. " I love you too! "

" Hehehe, real funny, Abby! " Chicken Little awkwardly. " You got me ! "

" Well, I'm getting tired, wanna hang out tomorrow? " Abby asked as she yawned.

" Yeah, I could clear up my schedule. " Chicken Little joked. " At what time? "

" After school, we'll meet up then. See you on the DL, Cl! " Abby bid him goodnight.

" Good night, Abby! " Chicken Little responded, hanging up the housephone. jumping when he noticed Buck leaning against the railing. " Ah! Dad, I didn't notice you were standing there! "

" It's okay son, I was the same way with your mother when I was your age.. " Buck assured his son. " Except I was nervous about talking to her at the time. "

" How did you get over it? " Chicken Little asked him.

" Confidence, son. Confidence. " Buck simply stated.

" I got enough of that, Dad. Thanks anyways, for the advice " Chicken Little thanked, walking up to his room to rest up for tomorrow.


After arriving back home from the thrift store, Vixie and Foxy parked the car into the garage and walked up to the front door, stopping to notice another one of those pamphlets from the Feral Fight Corporation.

" What the? I told them no, why is there a pamphlets here? " She wondered to Foxy.

" Oh, I think you're figure it out, soon enough! " A voice suddenly said behind them.

Recognizing the voice, Foxy turned around and repeated her response. " I thought I told you to shove it! "

" Of course you did, Which why I did some digging and found out where you and your mother live. " Poodle Noodle devilishly told them.

" What do you want from Foxy? " Vixie demanded to know.

" We want to study her...see what makes her tick. " Poodle Noodle told her. " Now if you two could come with us..."

" I'm not letting you take my daughter! " Vixie refused, holding Foxy tight.

" Then you leave me no choice.." Poodle said with a " tsk-tsk " pulling out a tranquilizer gun and shooting Vixie with it, knocking her out cold.

" ARGGGHHH! YOU BITCH! " Foxy yelled out as she charged at the poodle, managing to knock her on the ground before she could reload.

After getting a few punches on Poodle's face, Foxy was forcibly pulled off by her bodyguards, who chloroformed her afterwards.

" Toss the brat in with the mother, and let's get going! " Poodle Noodle ordered, wiping her face of blood.

She and her bodyguards then got into their van and took off, heading to an unknown location.