The nurse bandaged the koala's face while the janitor swept up the shards of glass. Outside the bathroom a group of students had gathered to catch their glimpse of the carnage. Judy and Nick stood among them, watching as the nurse led the poor little koala towards her office. The little fella groaned and wheezed and sniffled, trying to put on a brave face for the crowd.

"All right, shows over!", shouted Mr. Bogo, "Everybody back to class!"

Judy and Nick turned to leave when both stopped suddenly, feeling pressure on the back of their necks. Judy looked down at the floor which was now several feet below her. She turned to face Mr. Bogo, who held both her and Nick in the air by their collars.

"Not you two," he grumbled. "Out with it. Now!"

"Out with what?" asked Judy.

"I know what he wants. Sorry, Mr, but we're fresh out of breath mints", said Nick with a wry grin.

"You little turkeys were the only two witnesses," began Bogo. "And if you had anything to do with this, Wilde, I'll see to your tour of duty in detention. Personally!"

"I can explain!" shouted Judy.

"Save it, Hopps, I'd rather keep my lunch," replied Bogo, glaring at Nick as he spoke. "I don't care why you two were in the men's bathroom together. What I care about is what happened to Charlie. Wilde is too much of a weasel to have done it, and I doubt a stuffed animal like you could have scratched up that kid's face. So, if it wasn't you, then who attacked him?!"

"We don't know. We didn't see anybody!"

Mr. Bogo glared at Nick and Judy, studying them for hints of dishonesty.

"Fine. But, if I find out otherwise-" began Bogo, finishing the thought by dragging his finger across his neck in a threatening motion.

"You'll kill us?!" shouted Judy, frightened.

"What?" asked Bogo. "No, obviously not. This is a high school, Hopps. You'll just get detention."

Judy let out a sigh of relief.

"But it will go on your permanent record!" said Bogo. The large bull-like creature turned on a dime and followed after the nurse.

"Cheese and crackers," whispered Judy. Nick stood behind her, lost in thought.

"Eh, don't mind him. Bogo has been gunning for me since freshmen year, but he's never been able to make anything stick. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost," said Nick. Then he thought for a moment, letting his eyes fall on Judy's butt. "Actually, no I don't."

"What the hell do we do now?" asked Judy. Nick didn't answer. He just kept staring at her butt. Judy turned to face him, breaking his trance. Nick shook his head as though he'd waken from a day dream.

"Huh? What?"

Judy lunged at the fox and grabbed him by his collar.

"Permanent record! Do you have any idea what that means?!" demanded Judy.

"Lemme guess... It's the one that lasts forever right? Big deal," said Nick with a laugh. "This is high school, Hopps. It's not like any of this actually matters."

"Of course it matters! Permanent, Nick! Permanent! Do you know what happens if I have a "record", huh? Anywhere? My dreams go out the window, get run over by a truck, and get washed down the storm drains! No Police Academy, and a lifetime of soul crushing carrot farming to look forward to!"

"I think you're being over dramatic, rabbit."

"Am I? Am I?!" screamed Judy.

"You? No, no, no. You, my fine furry little friend are acting prefectly rational," said Nick, turning and walking away. "Me on the other hand, well, I really must be going."

"Not so fast, pervert. Forgetting some thing?"

Nick turned back to the cute little rabbit, feeling his pants getting a bit tighter just by the sight of her. But, strange as it was, Judy's perfect curves and immaculate butt was somehow the least interesting thing before him. There, in her hand, the devious little rabbit held his cellphone. Judy pressed the "on" button, revealing the picture Nick had taken of her butt.

"Nice trick, Carrots. Give me back my phone."

"Oh you mean this phone? This one here? The phone that proves Nick Wilde is a peeping tom?"

"That's hardly news around here" said Nick, shrugging.

"Well, photographic proof that you were snooping around the girls locker room, that sounds like something Mr. Bogo would like to have. You did say he was gunning for you..."

Nick frowned. "Alright fine. What do you want from me?"

Judy tucked the phone into her pocket. Her tight pants got even tighter to accommodate its size, pulling the edges of the fabic ever so tighter around her curves. Nick felt like drooling, but did his best to keep his cool. For Nick Wilde, that came easy.

"We need to prove we had nothing to do with what happened to Charlie," began Judy. "I'm new here, and I don't know anyone. I need an inside man."

"And I take it that's me?"

"Sly fox," said Judy, walking past him.

"Where are you going?" Asked Nick.

"To follow our first lead," said Judy. "We've got a mystery on our hands. Follow me."

Nick watched her butt sway with each step as she walked. He felt himself shudder. Well, he thought to himself, I guess I might as well watch this trainwreck. She puts on a good show.

"Are you coming or not?" asked Judy. "Or maybe you want me to give this phone to Mr. Bogo."

Nick grumbled, following after her.

"Dumb bunny."