"I'm sure glad you use your powers for good instead of evil," Judy noted, as Nick finished editing the gif on his tablet.

The fox grinned with his fangs, holding his paw over his heart. "My strength is that of ten elephants, for my goal is pure," he intoned, and then added, "Besides, I want to see if this actually works."

The set up for this particular scam had taken a couple of days. First they'd had to order a trio of discreet, Internet ready security cameras from , and convinced Gideon to allow them to install it in his store. After that it was a matter of waiting for Travis to get over their confrontation with him and slink back into the shop for another round of gratioutous pie destrucution. Judy had almost bitten through her lip watching the weasel bully Gideon again, and the poor fox's resigned reaction to it.

Then Nick had gone over the footage from both cameras, focusing on Travis' face, picking out the most mean spirited looking expressions, especially where they contrasted with Gideon's look of despair, and saving them to a separate file.

Judy rubbed her right ear in worry. "Are you sure we aren't just perpetuating the 'Weasels are inherently untrustworthy' stereotype by doing this?"

"More the 'Predators are inherently vicious' meme, but I see what you mean," Nick said, saving the file. "Given its predator-on-predator bullying, I think that might take the sting out of the other interpretations."

"Good point," she allowed. The recent increase in public awareness of bullying, especially at the school age level, would help in that regard. "Ready?" Judy asked.

"Ready," Nick confirmed, standing up and holding onto his tablet as they walked outside. Waiting for them by the back porch were some two hundred bunnies, all the ones on the Hopp's farm that were old enough to use a smartphone or tablet, and that could be spared for an hour from the day's chores. "Okay kits," he called out. "Ready to make the world a better place?"

"Ready, Uncle Nick!" came the reply in almost complete unison.

"Okay, I'm emailing the file to your phones now," Nick told them, punching a command on his tablet. Then he muttered sotto voce to Judy, "Seriously, when the heck did I become Uncle Nick?"

Judy laughed. "They like you. Is that so weird?"

"I'm… getting more used to it," he admitted. The fox turned his attention back to the waiting crowd. "All right. I want that gif I sent you to be put up to every social media site you're connected to; Pawterest, Muzzlebook, Instaham, Flitter, and even Preyjournal if you've got an account."

"Who uses Preyjournal anymore?" a young voice called out from the crowd.

"Somebody still must read it," Nick argued. "Anyway, spread it as wide as you can. Remember: It isn't spamming if you're all using legit accounts."

There was a chorus of beeps and chimes from the crowd of bunnies, as they posted the gif to their personal sites. Nick settled back as the first of the posts appeared on his own Muzzlebook page.

YOU'LL BE SHOCKED BY WHAT THIS WEASEL DOES TO A DELICIOUS PIE! said the very click-baitey headline Nick had come up with. Below it was a brief video of Travis entering the store, ordering his pie, and then shoving it to the ground with a laugh and walking out. This was followed by a breathless description of the event, emphasising how Gideon had overcome a troubled childhood to become one of the best known pastry chefs in the Tri-Burrows area, and comparing it his former friend Travis' life of low paying jobs, poor schooling, and a string of petty offenses.

"You're sure we should have brought Travis' criminal record into it?" Judy mused, watching the gif begin to trend on her phone.

"It's public record," Nick argued. "Not to mention it makes Gideon Grey look even more sympathetic for not getting help before this, since he's basically covering for his no-good friend."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Judy exclaimed, starting to hop up and down in excitement. "It just got shared on the Peaceable Predators page, and the Ruffington Postl!"

"And we are off and running!" Nick said, breaking out into a happy grin. They watched together as the gif started to be reposted on multiple sites. His tail began waving happily as the gif trended and was commented on by what seemed like thousands of users in less than twenty minutes. "Oh, this is better than I could have hoped!" he exclaimed.

Judy's phone chimed, and she quickly answered it when she saw who was calling. 'Hi, Gideon! Any good news?" she asked cheerily.

"What the heck did y'all do, Judy?" Gideon asked, his voice somewhere between desperation and amazement. "I just gotta call from ZNN for an interview! And Gladys Diggs from the Bunnyburrow Better Business Bureau just stopped in to ask me how they could fix things so Travis don't bother me no more! Hold on!" There was a pause as she heard the store's landline ring in the background. When Gideon came back on his mobile he sounded in shock, "I just got a call from Gordon Ramsyou. He wants me to come on an episode of ChefMasters."

"Hey Gideon, it's Nick here," Nick said, leaning close to Judy's phone receiver. "I think you'd better get yourself a publicist before you take another call. Sounds like you're going to need one."

"What's a publicist?"

"A fellow who does all the talking so you don't have to."

"Oh yeah, I think I need one of those bad," Gideon agreed.

"Okay, I'll IM you the numbers of a couple of guys I know. Tell 'em Nick sent you."

"Talk to you later, Gideon," Judy said, as she heard the chef's other phone ring again.

"Later, Judy! And I don't how to thank y'all."

"Making you happy is thanks enough! Bye!" She ended the call and turned towards Nick. "You did good, Nick!"

"Eh, it was a group effort," he said modestly, gesturing to some of her brothers and sisters who'd stuck around to watch how things turned out.

"No, they helped. You were the one that came up with the idea in the first place."

He shrugged, smiling amiably. "I guess I did. Sometimes being a sly fox has its advantages."

"Clever fox," she corrected, hugging his waist. "And a good mammal."

He looked down at her, green eyes wide open in delight. "Thanks, Judy." His paw reached around to unconsciously stroke the back of her head, feeling her warm grey fur. Then he took in a breath,muttered, "Ah, what the hell," and leaned down to kiss her.

Judy's arms wrapped around his neck, and didn't let go...