***36.5 Hours Remaining***
The four of us go into a room. A yak is meditating. "Hello! My name is…", Judy starts to say, before the yak cuts her off.
"Ohhh, y'know, I'm gonna hit the pause button right there, 'cause we're all good on bunny scout cookies.", the yak dazedly says. "Hey!", I protest. "Uh, nooooo. I'm Officer Hopps, ZPD. I'm looking for a missing mammal; Emmitt Otterton, right here, who may have frequented this establishment?", Judy responds. She shows the yak the picture of Emmit.
"Yeah, old Emmitt!", the yak says. He gives her back the photo. "Haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. But hey, you should talk to his yoga instructor. I'd be happy to take you back.", the yak tells us.
"Oh thank you so much, I'd appreciate that more than you can imagine, it'd be such an -", Judy begins to thank him, but trails off when we see that the yak isn't wearing clothes. "MY EYES!", Ethan screams. "IT BURNS!", I shout. Me and Ethan run out of the building. Fifteen minutes later, Judy and Nick come out of the building. Judy shudders.
"We got a plate!", she tiredly says.
"Well, I had a ball. You're welcome for the clue, and seeing as any moron can run a plate, I will take that pen and bid you adieu.", Nick says. "The plate. I can't run a plate! Ooh... I'm not in the system yet.", Judy realizes. "Give me the pen, please…", Nick impatiently says. "What was it you said? 'Any moron can run a plate'? Gosh, if only there were a moron around who were up to the task.", Judy slyly tells Nick.
"Rabbit, I did what you asked! You can't keep me on the hook forever.", Nick frustratedly sighs.
"Not forever. Well, I only have 36 hours left to solve this case. So can you run the plate or not?", Judy asks Nick.
"Actually, I just remembered, I have a pal at the DMV.", Nick grins.
"Heck no! I am not falling for another one of your tricks!", I protest. Judy looks at me in uncertainity.
"The DMV is run entirely by sloths. That will eat up our time.", I explain.
"Then how are we gonna run the plate? We're not in the system yet!", Judy worriedly asks.
"I can hack into the police system and run the plate!", Ethan tells us. Ethan starts typing away at the computer. Eventually, he pulls up the license plate information. "It's registered to... Tundratown Limo Service! A limo took Otterton! And the limo's in Tundratown! It's in Tundratown!", Ethan exclaims. "Hurry! We gotta beat the rush hour and…", Judy shouts as we rush out the doors. "Wait a second… it's night?!", I say, shocked.
***23 Hours Remaining***
"Closed. Great.", Judy groans, tugging the lock on the gate. "Hm. And I will betcha you don't have a warrant to get in, hmm? Darn it. It's a bummer.", Nick amusedly responds. "You wasted our time on purpose!", Judy screeches.
"Madam, I have a fake badge. I would never impede your pretend investigation.", Nick says, pointing to his police badge sticker. "It's not a 'pretend investigation'. Look, see? See him? This otter is missing.", Judy tells him, pointing to Emmit's picture.
"Well, then they should've gotten a real cop to find him.", Nick insults. "We are real cops, you asshole!", Ethan roars.
"What is your problem? Does seeing me fail somehow make you feel better about your own sad, miserable life?", Judy says, extremely upset.
"It does, 100%. Now, since you're sans warrant, I guess we're done?", Nick questions. "Fine. We are done. Here's your pen.", Judy sighs, before tossing the pen over the fence. "First off, you throw like a bunny. Second, you're a very sore loser. See you later, Officer Fluff! So sad this is over. I wish I could've helped more!", Nick says, but is shocked when he finds the three of us with him over the fence, with Judy holding her carrot pen.
"I knew those ender pearls would have came in handy!", Ethan cheers. "Yeah, if you don't count the disorienting feeling you get after using them.", I woozily say.
"The thing is, you don't need a warrant if you have probable cause, and I'm pretty sure I saw a shifty lowlife climbing the fence. So you're helping plenty! Come on!", Judy insults, and drags him along. We find the car and enter. Judy finds some polar bear fur, which she puts in an evidence bag. "Oh my God!", Nick exclaims. "What is it?", I ask, annoyed.
"The velvety pipes of Jerry Vole! But on CD... Who still uses CDs?", Nick tells us. Nick then opens the back, and seems unsettled. "Carrots? If your otter was here, he had a very bad day.", Nick nervously says. "Are those…?", I start to say. "Claw marks.", Judy confirms. She then turns to Nick.
"Ever seen anything like this?", she asks. He shakes his head. "Oh, wait. Look! This is him! Emmitt Otterton. He was definitely here. What do you think happened?", Judy exclaims after finding a wallet.
"Oh now, wait a minute. Polar bear fur, rat-pack music, fancy cup... I know whose car this is! We gotta go!", Nick says, with a edge of fear in his voice. "Why? Whose car is it?", Judy asks, worriedly.
"The most feared crime boss in Tundratown. They call him Mr. Big, and he does not like me, so we gotta go!", Nick says, visibly shaken. "I'm not leaving. This is a crime scene.", Judy defiantly says. "Judy, I think we should go.", Ethan and I tell her. Nick grabs her and starts to leave.
"Well, it's gonna be an even bigger crime scene if Mr. Big finds me here so we're leaving right now!", Nick says, before stopping in his tracks. "S***!", I whisper. Two polar bears are standing in front of us.
"Gah! Raymond! And is that Kevin? Long time no see! And speaking of "no see", how about you forget you saw me? Huh? For old time's sake?", Nick nervously stutters. I attempt to draw my sword, but the polar bears grab the four of us by the neck. "That's a no.", Nick mutters.