4 Years Later…

Nick and Finnick walked out of Minkler Jr. High school, where the both of them were now enrolled in the seventh grade. It was Friday and everyone was excited for the weekend. Finnick was coming back to Nick's place for a sleepover, which he often did.

"Hey flashy boi," Nick said to his other friend Flash the sloth as he walked by, "have ya met Eta?"

"Who…. Is… Eta?" Flash asked slowly back at them.

"ETA BAGADIX!" Nick replied as they started to laugh really hard. Flash laughed very slowly.

"Nice one," Finnick then said, as they walked down the street.

"Yeah," Nick replied, "I think that's my best one yet."

The two continued laughing really hard, sometimes attracting the attention of older guys on the street.

"So," Finnick then said, "Ya really think that Flash is going out with Priscilla?"

"Quite possibly," Nick replied, "I mean, the two would be great at slow dating."

"Woah, speciesism," Finnick replied, "Not cool," the two laughed again.

"But, now I think I really convinced him to run the school's 5k. I mean, it is possible to win by losing," Nick said.

"Well indeed," Finnick said, "we're winning this life by losing."

"Hey, at least we're not Steve: the dude who tried to muzzle you," Finnick said.

"Oh yeah," Nick said, shaking a bit as he remembered the muzzle, "but at least he always gets his ass kicked in dodgeball."

"Oh hell yeah," Finnick said, "even my tiny ass can whoop his."

"But size doesn't matter," Nick said, "well, except for a few cases."

The two giggled secretly at the dirty joke as they went down into the metro station.

"So," Finnick said, "what should we do for this long weekend?"

"Dunno," Nick said, "could ask my mom. I know she's always pretty nice to…"

However, Nick realized that his friend wasn't next to them anymore.

"Dude," Finnick said, eyes glues to the wall of the metro station, "get over here right now."

Nick then went over to where Finnick was standing.

"Holy shit!" Nick then said as his jaw dropped.

"Metallicat," Finnick said, "playing a concert on Sunday night. At the Zootopia Arena."

They were Nick and Finnick's favorite band. The two had just started listening to metal. Nick especially liked it, because if life gave him lemons, there was someone to understand. It was also a predator-majority genre, and gave them a place to belong too. All of the cool kids from Tundratown listened to it as well. However, the only band they really listened to was Metallicat.

"And we don't have school the next day," Nick said, "We gotta go to this motherfucker."

"But," Finnick then said, "tickets are 60 bucks each. Holy shit. Can we actually buy those?"

"Hmmmm," Nick Wilde then said as he opened his wallet, "Well, all I got are these coins for the metro."

"Same," Finnick said, as they got on the train.

The two sat their on the way to Nick's apartment, trying to think of what to do.

"Maybe ask your mom to do it," Finnick said, "she's very helpful."

"If she can really afford it," Nick said, "those tickets were expensive as fuck."

"Still worth a try."

"Still is," Nick said, "but if not, I guess we will have to try something else. I mean, whatever we do, we HAVE to go to this concert. If not, I'm going to beat someone's ass."

The two walked off the train and right towards Hadwen Apartments, where they took the elevator to the fifth floor. Nick knocked on the door of the apartment.

The door opened to reveal Nick's mother, Tarja Wilde.

"Hei there you two," she said happily. She still had a little bit of a Finnish accent when she spoke.

"Sup Tarja," Finnick said.

"Hey there," Nick said, as the two dumped their backpacks on the ground.

"So," Tarja said, "how was school."

"'Twas fine," Nick replied, "better than usual."

"It's the Friday effect," Finnick said, "15 years from now, in 2011, everyone will be getting down."

"Hey Scott- I mean, Finnick," Tarja Wilde then said, "do ya got anything to tell me. It seems like you always do."

"Well," Finnick said, "this time it's EXTREMELY important."

"Do tell," Tarja said as she listened attentively.

"Well," Finnick then said, "we were coming back from school, in the metro."

"And we saw a poster," Nick said, "for a Metallicat concert this Sunday, at the Zootopia Arena."

"And we really want to go," Finnick then said, "I mean, they're our favorite band."

"But here's the tricky part," Nick said.

"Tickets were 60 a pop."

"But," Nick said, "we were wondering if you could afford it at all."

"60 a pop," Tarja said, "that is really expensive. I mean, I don't think I've ever seen concert tickets that expensive. I mean, yes, they are rich, but seriously. I don't think
I can buy that."

Nick and Finnick's hopes sank momentarily. There still needed to be some way to get those tickets, Nick thought.

"So," Finnick said, as the two played Mortal Wombat on Nick's Sega Saturn, "do you really think we can still do this?"

"I think we can," Nick said, "I mean, there's always a way to get to do something. There's been many times when I saw something I couldn't afford, but still found a way to buy it."

"I mean," Finnick said, "who knows if we can actually get tickets this expensive. I know the stuff you've usually gotten has been cheaper but never this expensive."

"Still," Nick said, "It's Metallicat, we HAVE to go to this concert no matter what."

"I guess so," Finnick said, "maybe tomorrow, you can try some things. You are always great at coming up with ideas ya know."

"Well thanks," Nick said, "Tomorrow, we will do something. Try to score those concert tickets before Sunday."

The two then high-fived.

"If we go to this," Nick said, "it will be fucking great. We FINALLY get to see our favorite band live."

"And maybe you can bring Tarja along."

"I mean possibly, if we make enough for three tickets," Nick said, "that would be excellent. I mean, she doesn't actually mind the music that much."

"Tomorrow," Finnick said, "we should do something."

"Don't worry," Nick then said, "I already got ideas."