Chapter 1 - The New Case

The year was 2017 and it hot summer day in Zootopia, as the sun rose into the sky. Every mammal in the city was hustling to get somewhere. Meanwhile, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps had just gotten up to go to the police station. The two were eager to go about their jobs, and tell everyone about the previous night.

"So," Judy Hopps said as the two got into their car, "about last night."

"Yeah about last night," Nick Wilde said, "absolutely killer."

"Sabaton never disappoints," Judy said, "that was probably one of the best shows I've ever been to."

"And Battle Beast too," Nick said, "great to see them gain more fans from that performance."

"Indeed," Judy replied, "despite the horrible sound quality at the Tundratown Black Box."

"Yeah the sound there can go fuck itself," Nick said, "Kinda glad now that it's closing."

"I mean, some killer concerts," Judy said, "but overall, a horrible venue."

"Plus, it was great seeing the Ottertons again," Nick said, "I never knew that Mrs. Otterton spoke Swedish and it was great to see that Alister has become a complete mosh pit animal. Plus, Emmitt dressed as Joakim fucking cracks me up," Nick caressed the guitar pick he caught at the end of the show.

"Also love the whole D-Day theme," Judy said, "I mean, Primo Victoria special. On the actual anniversary."

Nick Wilde then turned the radio on to play "Primo Victoria" to wake themselves up before arriving at the police station.

After they parked and walked in, they were immediately greeted by Officer Clawhauser.

"Wello there," Clawhauser said, "how was last night?"

"Absolutely amazing," Judy replied, "I love Sabaton. The sound was terrible, but the concert definitely was killer."

"Joo," Nick said in Finnish, "Loved every moment. Also, Battle Beast's opening set was absolutely amazing. I also caught a guitar pick."

"Primo Victoria," Clawhauser then said, "enjoy your day."
Judy and Nick walked side by side into the bullpen, where everyone was waiting for today's assignments.

"Alright alright," Chief Bogo said in his thick British accent, "So before we do anything today, I first have to tell you that last night's Sabaton concert was an absolute rager."

"Oh hell yes it was," Nick replied.

"WILDE! LANGUAGE!" Bogo shouted, "Everyone shut the fuck up! Alright, assignments: Higgins, Wolfard – Carjacking in the Rainforest District. Grizzoli, Fangmeyer – Undercover in Sahara Square. Hopps and Wilde."

"Parking duty?" Judy asked.

"Not this time," Chief Bogo said, "there are reports of a church burning in Tundratown. Bergen Church, 1992 Burzum Avenue."

"On it," Judy replied, as she put the directions in her phone.

Judy and Nick walked back to their car and got in, heading right toward Tundratown.

"So," Nick said, "Duke Weaselton again?"

"Maybe," Judy said, "I swear, he's a regular in this. Especially when it comes to arson."

"Plus, of course this happens in Tundratown," Nick said, "I mean, there are A LOT of Norwegians there."

"Shut the fuck up," Judy said, as they crossed into Tundratown. They continued to listen to Sabaton, thinking about last night.

"Oh look!" Nick shouted, as they turned onto Burzum avenue, "there it is."

Judy Hopps slammed on the brakes, sending Nick Wilde flying forward (thankfully he was wearing his seatbelt so didn't get injured). The two got out of the car.

"So," A nearby Lynx said to them, "you coming to investigate this?"

"Indeed," Judy said.

"Well, I was walking around last night, after the Sabaton concert," said the lynx, "and I look up and see that this church is burning. I immediately ran away."

"What time," Nick asked.

"Just about 11:45," replied the lynx, "not long after the concert's end."

"Hmmm," Judy Hopps said, as she wrote down the information, "thank you for your time."

"Most certainly welcome," replied the Lynx.

Hopps and Wilde then headed back to their cruiser.

"So, could be Duke Weaselton," Nick said.

"Could be," replied Judy.

The pair continued driving around Tundratown, being on the lookout for any suspicious activity.

"And speak of the fuckin' devil," Nick Wilde said. As they looked out, they saw Duke Weaselton standing right there, selling fireworks. Judy and Nick got back out of the car.

"Okay okay okay," Duke Weaselton said, "I swear, it was NOT ME this time."

"Ya sure?" Nick asked.

"Your record suggests otherwise."

"Ah dritt," Weaselton said in Norwegian, "but seriously, the one that happened last night was NOT me."

"I mean, I know you were at the Sabaton concert last night," Judy said, "but the church was seen burning after the concert."

"Yes it was, but I was not by the church when it was burning," Duke said, "I was hanging out with Sabaton after the concert. I had VIP tickets to get drunk with them. The church had long been burned after I left."

"Hmmmm," Judy said, "Ya sure?"

"Yes, I swear, here are some pictures!" Duke pulled out his phone and showed a picture of him hanging with the band.

"Ya sure this is from last night?"

"Yes it stoatally is. See look, here is a picture from the band's page."

"Hmm," Hopps said once again, "well, here is proof from the actual band. So the weasel is NOT guilty this time I guess."

"Yeah it wasn't him," said an anonymous Wolverine who was walking around, "I was in the meet-and-greet last night as well. I saw Weaselton there. But, I've also heard some rumors. Apparently there is an Arctic Fox carrying around a flamethrower."

"Okay then," Judy Hopps replied, "thanks for the information." Her and Nick got back into the car.

"What the fuck?" Nick said, "an Arctic Fox with a whole flamethrower? Who the fuck needs one of those?"

"An arsonist," Judy replied.

Just then, a message from Chief Bogo came in on the intercom.

"Update," he said, "potential arson suspect identified. Be on the lookout for an Arctic Fox with a flamethrower, an axe, spiky clothing, and face paint. Seen last night not too long after the church caught fire."

"On it," Judy replied.

"So, I guess it might be true," Nick said, as he turned the car's music on to play Alestorm's No Grave But The Sea album, "never seen a suspect like this before."

"And I thought this place was weird," Judy said.

Just then, they rounded a corner and noticed. There was an arctic fox carrying a flamethrower and an axe. She was wearing spiky clothes and had corpse paint on her face, including and inverted cross.

"I think this might be the suspect," Nick said.

"Let's go," Judy said.

They got out of the car and went right towards the arctic fox

"Hey!" Nick said, "put down the weapons and we can do this fast."

"Ah, faen," said the Vulpid nervously in Norwegian, "I guess ya got me."