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"Carrots, slow down. Are you sure you don't want to talk with your mom? She looked pretty upset."

Judy's grip on Nick's paw tightened as she pulled him closer, "Not here. Come on."

Judy led Nick deep into the warren, well past the building's boundary. Everything looked older and a little more compact. Nick guessed that anyone that wasn't rabbit-sized would feel very uncomfortable in this part of the warren.

"Are we into the hill behind the house?"

"Yeah, this is the original part of the warren. It was dug into the hill when the Hopps family originally settled Bunnyburrow."

Nick ducked under a low spot in the hallway, "Talk about head-knockers, were ancient rabbits really short or what?"

Coming to a T-junction, Judy turned right along what had to be the hallway deepest into the hillside, went a dozen yards, and stopped at a linen closet next door to an old group bathroom.

"No, my ancestors just didn't have foxes as guests in mind when they dug out these spaces."

Peeking into the bathroom, Nick grunted, "Probably a good thing they didn't. If they had, I bet your mom would have made my litter clean this bathroom too. It's huge, and it looks like it needs a good scrubbing."

"Yeah, Mom puts the louder teens back in these bedrooms. There's a room five doors down that has been specially soundproofed for anyone that wants to learn how to play an instrument or practice their singing. And another one for kits needing to practice their performing arts skills."

Nick raised a brow.

Judy huffed, "Yes, I might have taken one theater class in high school."

"Uh-huh."

"I needed it to round out my college application."

"Sure. Did you ever take advantage of the practice room?"

"Grrrrr."

"I meant you're a natural-born thespian, not overly dramatic at all."

Opening the door to the large linen closet, Judy waved Nick over, "Stretching and tugging hurts. There's a lever inside the side wall under the middle shelf. Would you please grab it and pull it down."

Seeing a chain hanging from a light, Nick turned on the light and leaned down to find… "Eww, girl products."

Judy rolled her eyes, "You're such a guy, they won't bite. Just find the lever."

Not entirely sure Judy understood the ramifications of what could happen to a guy who actually touched what was inside one of those pink boxes of girl stuff, Nick, with an abundance of caution, gently slid the boxes over, reached into a decent-sized alcove, and pulled on the wooden lever until he heard a latch release and the groan of a large door opening.

Looking back at what used to be a nondescript, paneled hallway wall, Nick watched as a door finished swinging open, revealing a dark stairwell.

"Whoa, a secret door? Where do those stairs go, some kind of dungeon?"

Judy put her paws on her hips, smirked, and said, "No, silly, the entrance to the dungeon is on the other side of the warren. These stairs go to the crypt where we wrap and store all the mummies and hide the ancient family treasure."

"Mummies? Like in rooms with boobytraps, and spikes, and a big boulder that's going to roll down and crush me?"

Judy reached up and pulling Nick down by his tie, kissed him lightly on the lips, and said, "You are such a dork. Nothing's going to suck out your soul, it's just an underground storage room."

Turning Nick toward the stairs, Judy pushed him into the dimly lit abyss.

Stopping just inside the door, Nick turned in time to see Judy flip on a light and then move past him and down the stairs.

Looking around, Nick saw that the wiring for the lights was old but not original with the passage's creation. What did look original were the ancient lamp holders along the wall and the soot marks where smoke had stained the walls forever ago.

"So, if it's just a storage room, what's with the secret door?"

Hearing a chuckle come up from a landing below him, Nick heard, "That's my dad, or my dad from when he was young and dorky like you."

"I'll have you know, Agent Dana Skeptic, just because I like to keep an open mind on some of the crazy things I've seen does not make me a dork."

Taking his time going down the wide stairs, Nick was constantly looking around while at the same time letting his paw brush against the stairwell wall. The descent took him from finely finished plaster, to wood planks, to rough-hewn logs, and then to stone which finally ended in a hard-packed landing where he nearly bumped into Judy, who was tapping her foot waiting for him.

"What do you think?"

Walking around the now smiling doe, Nick explored the small area, all the while imagining that he had somehow ended up at the bottom of a deep well. Running a paw along one of the walls, Nick looked up and saw that the paw built stone wall went up about ten feet, where it gently curved as it transitioned into a dirt ceiling.

Not getting anything from her fox except a few grunts and a wide-eyed look, Judy reached back toward the stairs and flipped on a switch.

"Whoa!"

A space in the wall opposite the stairs suddenly lit up, and what was previously dark shadows became a set of heavy-looking, wooden double doors. Walking up closer, Nick saw that one of the doors was blocked open with a thick stake driven in the ground while the other one was secured closed with metal door bolts, top and bottom, that went deep into the stone door frame.

"Unless you were serious about having to hide a family treasure, no way is this just a storage room."

Judy bounced around in front of Nick, and putting out her paw, she said, "Close your eyes."

Nick mostly closed his eyes, "Remember you promised, no Mummies."

"Stop peeking. You're always talking about wanting to do a great reveal, well, this is mine."

Nick heard another light switch click and then felt soft paws turn him a little, followed by a sweet voice coming from in front of him say, "Okay, open your eyes."

"Wow," Nick said as he took in the wonder of what was in front of him. "It's amazing, stunning, absolutely breathtaking." Unable to control himself a moment longer, he leaped forward, grabbed the beautiful smiling bunny holding her arms wide, pulled her into a hug, and kissed her.

Surprised by her fox's move, Judy squirmed for a moment and then gave in to an amazing kiss. Initially on his chest, her paws quickly made their way around his neck so that she could pull his muzzle tight against hers and deepen their kiss. A few breathless moments of groaning and moaning later, Judy slowly pulled away and then rubbing Nick's chest, whispered, "Dumb fox, you were supposed to be impressed by how big our storage room is. It was one of the first rooms dug out when the warren was built."

Putting his arm around Judy, Nick motioned into the cavernous space and said, "Fox 101, beautiful bunny always trumps a big hole in the ground."

Looking around, Nick could see the room was huge. The ceiling was taller than the antechamber's and supported by old wooden beams spaced across the room. Scanning along the perimeter, Nick spied ancient marks on the hard-packed dirt walls which he was pretty sure meant that all of this was dug out by paw or with simple pawheld tools.

The room's central part was taken up by row upon row of wooden shelving units holding sealed plastic bins, cardboard boxes filled with papers and books, items from old toys to outdated record players, video game consoles, and even a couple of early generation desktop computers.

What really caught Nick's eye were the two rooms cut into the wall to his left. One looked like it was an old root cellar, and the other had shelves set into its walls and looked like a giant walk-in pantry. And between the two rooms, about ten feet out from the wall, was a sealed up well complete with a bucket on a rope hanging from a paw crank.

Glancing to his right, Nick saw another, more shallow room cut into that wall, except instead of shelves, this room had a long rabbit-sized bench with holes cut in the top and sealable chamber pots under each hole. Seeing the tattered remains of a curtain covering the entrance told the curious fox that he was looking at an ancient communal privy.

"Hey."

Looking down at the blushing bunny who just gently boxed him, Nick smiled and said, "Yes, I'm impressed. I'm just trying to imagine how long it took your ancestors to dig this space out… and the real reason it was built."

Squeezing Nick to her side, Judy's ears suddenly dropped, she'd remembered coming down here as a young teen and always thought of the room as a cool hideaway, but now, remembering what it was really for, she felt bad she'd asked Nick to help her with her bins.

"It's an ancient bolt-hole, isn't it? Built in case raiders made it past the Border Warrens. It's the only explanation for the hidden door upstairs, why it's so deep, the storage rooms, the well, and the blast doors strong enough to hold off a platoon of stormtroopers."

"You're not disappointed in me now that you know?"

Turning to Judy, Nick shook his head, "No, I was serious when I said I'm impressed. You bunnies were a hell of a lot smarter than my ancestors. Fox history could have been a lot different if we'd been willing to take a hint or two from you guys on how to protect ourselves from larger predators."

Seeing a confused look on Judy's face, Nick smiled, "No really. Back in the day, the Accords didn't just stop all the killing between predators and prey, it also helped stop the killing between larger predators and smaller ones like foxes."

"Predators killed each other for food?"

"Not exactly–"

"Oh, no!" Judy put her paws up to her muzzle and gasped, "Please don't tell me all those terrible things Bechtail said actually happened."

Nick took Judy's paws in his and said, "Larger predators saw smaller ones as scavengers or bottom feeders not worth the food they consumed. So, back in prehistoric times, wolves, lions, bears, coyotes, and a whole host of other larger predators wouldn't think twice about killing any fox they found in their territory, not for food, but because we were in their way.

"As far as what that twisted canine, Bechtail said, I honestly don't know if what she said really ever happened or if it's just that she's in love with some fantasy she'd created from watching too many old gladiator movies.

"What I do know is that as the larger predators became more 'civilized,' they stopped killing foxes outright and instead took them as chattel property training them as servants, cooks, bookkeepers, guides, or whatever their new masters demanded."

Judy moved closer to Nick, "That's horrible."

Nick let out a wry chuckle and waved a paw around the large room, "As I said, foxes could have learned a thing or two from rabbits. You guys found a way to survive and thrive. My ancestors, well… foxes have always been loners, no packs or anything bigger than a family skulk. I've always wondered how different things would have been if we'd found another species willing to stand with us, you know, someone who would've had our backs in a fight.

Judy ran a finger down Nick's front, and in a coy voice, asked, "So, you're saying that rabbits and foxes should have teamed up a long time ago?"

Leaning down, Nick kissed Judy on the cheek and said, "Yup, both our species' ancestors missed out on something special."

Blushing a bit, Judy, still holding onto one of Nick's paws, led him deeper into the underground room, "Come on partner, my bins are this way."

Letting Judy pull him along, Nick's head swiveled back and forth as they walked through rows and rows of shelves holding bins, boxes, and random stuff that probably dated back generations.

Except for the wiring and the lighting, it was relatively new, and Nick saw Den Depot logos on some of the shelving units.

"This space looks like it's been kept up, and a bunch of your family uses it. So why the secret door upstairs, and why was your dad a dork for hiding all this?"

Judy slowed down, "When I was a kit, Mom used to talk a little about what Dad was like when they first met. My mom didn't grow up in Bunnyburrow, her maiden name is Grazer, and she's from a town in North Hillsburrow. She met my dad one summer when she was staying with her Uncle Lewis. He used to live here in Bunnyburrow."

Nick stopped, "Lewis Grazer?"

"Yeah," and then rubbing Nick's chest, "he's the one that Mayor Burns talked about at the press conference, the one that saved those little kits from the burning house."

"Wow, I didn't know you guys were related."

"Yeah, remembering his sacrifice helped keep me going after my death count reached double digits at the ZPA."

"From what Mayor Burns said, he sounded like he was a great guy before the accident, too."

"He was, it was actually his fault, or his car's fault, that my mom and dad met."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. Uncle Lewis was taking my mom into town to watch a movie when his car broke down. It was my dad that stopped and helped fix Uncle Lewis' car. I guess he was going into town to watch the same movie because it turned into my mom and dad's first date.

"And according to my mom, it was my Uncle Lewis, with his goofy sense of humor, that used to talk my dad into doing some dorky things."

"So, the door was your Uncle's idea?"

"Yeah. My dad was going to get rid of the hidden panel and open it up into a normal doorway. But my uncle had seen some spy movie and thought it would be cool to leave it and make the door even harder to detect. So, he and my dad refinished everything to hide it better and redid the latch so you could open it from inside the closet."

Laughing, Nick said, "A mammal after my own heart, I like him already."

"Yeah, probably a good thing you guys never met. I don't think the town could've handled all the pranks you two would have come up with."

"Oh?"

"Uncle Lewis was the one who came up with the idea to put the fake population counter on the Bunnyburrow train station sign. He talked my dad into helping him with that one too."

"So, the counter's not real?"

"Nope, rabbits are good at multiplication, but not that good. The counters a joke, and once it hits a hundred million, it rolls over to zero. It takes about six months for the rollover to happen, and when I was little, sometimes we'd pack a picnic lunch and go watch it reset."

Nick chuckled, "Gotta love small-town fun. I don't remember seeing that listed in the Bunnyburrow tourist guide."

"Yeah, my dad used to love telling the story of how when he was barely eighteen years old, he and Uncle Lewis convinced the town council to let them add the counter as part of a rehab project. According to him, they were about to be tossed out on their tails when old Mayor Burns threw in with them suggesting a huge bake sale to fund the entire project."

"A bake sale?"

"Yup, Uncle Lewis used to be a baker, had a shop in town and everything."

Nick chuckled, "Kind of hard to imagine your dad doing dorky things around the warren here, let alone selling cookies and cakes to fund a town-level hustle. So, what happened to turn that fun-loving young buck into a… um…"

"A speciest old mammal?" finished Judy.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. I guess I don't know what happened. He was always tough on my friends that weren't rabbits, and then," Judy started to touch her paw to the hidden scars on her cheek, but quickly checking her motion, said, "when I was nine, he got worse, and then after Uncle Lewis died… he stopped telling the sign story, and we never went back to watch a reset.

"My older brother died when I was eleven, and after that, Dad wouldn't let me have any of my non-rabbit friends over to play, especially any of my predator friends. I guess whatever was going on just kept getting worse for him.

"I just wish…"

"Yeah, I think your mom does too. She told me she's a little worried about your dad, but she's a lot worried about you. You need to at least talk with your mom. Like I said upstairs, she misses you."

Judy sighed as she looked down, "I don't know what to say to her."

Pulling Judy into his chest, Nick said, "She's your mom. She just wants to know that you're okay."

Rubbing his bunny's back gently, Nick whispered, "Promise me you'll talk with her."

Feeling Judy sag a little, he heard her mumble into his chest, "Alright, tomorrow morning."

"Good girl," and then giving Judy a peck on the top of her head, he said, "Now, let's find your stuff and get you settled."

-/-/-

A vixen made her way through the diner's kitchen to an office tucked away in the back and knocked on a closed door.

"What," grouched a tired voice from inside the small room.

"It's me."

Toni heard a latch slide open, "Fine, but it'd better be–"

"I know," said Toni as she slipped in and closed the door behind her. "I got a couple of hits."

Finn screen-locked his computer and then turned to face the only other mammal that knew why he'd put the word out to the community to report on anything unusual.

"What have you got?"

"There was a break-in at Purrford's pawn shop. Word was that someone took a pair of pink pearl handled pawguns out of a display case last night. Bypassed the alarm, picked the locks, no prints, whoever did it had to have been a pro."

Finn snorted, "Yeah, and I'm bettin' it was that old ocelot's ex. She used to be a freelance cat burglar before Purrford got his claws into her. I heard she was more pissed that he wouldn't give her back her guns than she was when she found out he was sleeping around.

"What else?"

"Uh, a group of kits said they saw a hairless biped lurking in the trees near Ficus Grove."

"Please."

Toni shrugged, "Sorry. I think they were just looking for free Pawpsicles."

Finn waved a paw for Toni to continue.

"Sage stopped by. She said she watched a ram and a goat lift a car off a side street a couple of nights ago."

"What's so special about that?"

"She said the guys were both idiots. It took them fifteen minutes to do a job she could have done in less than one, and all for a medium-large mammal sized POS sedan when there was a classic GTO a few cars down the street."

"Shit, she best not have been thinking about heisting another car, 'cause if she was, I'll bite her face off. The Penguin's been all over my tail about her, and I don't have time to deal with her sticky-fingered paws right now."

"It's okay. I packed Sage a couple of meals and told her to keep her muzzle clean or you'd drag her by the scruff of the neck back to Sister Mary's."

"Good. The timeframe's wrong anyway, Officer Toot-Toot was fine yesterday morning. Anything else?"

"Nope, not from the community. But, there is some skinny forest rat sitting at table eight that wants to talk to you. He said to tell you that his Kung-Fu is stronger than yours."

Finn sighed, "Did he order a plate full of Hot Pouches?"

"Yeah, and a couple of Red Bovines. How'd you know?"

"Never mind that," replied Finn. "Put his order on my tab, and tell him I'll be right out. Cottontail is going to end up costing me a fortune in free meals."

Finn waited until Toni had closed the door before turning back around to his computer. Logging in again, he shook his head as his work opened back up. He'd barely made any progress on tracking down Hopps' credit problems when his boy Nick calls with his tail all twisted into a knot because he can't find his girlfriend.

"Damned emotional fox," grunted Finn, "You're gonna owe me big after all this is done."

Grabbing a thumb drive, Finn copied a few files onto it and then locked his computer again.

'Rat was right, social media is a piece of cake compared to tracking someone's pawprints through the wild, wild internet. Time to call in a pro.'

Finn huffed at his thought, "You mean, time to eat some crow."

Opening his office door, Finn shut off the light and stepped out. About to close the door, he mumbled a curse and then reached back into his office and pulled his last box of pre-bankruptcy Twinkies off a shelf.

"She best be worth all this, Wilde."

-/-/-

Almost to the back wall, Judy turned left into an aisle sandwiched between two rows of triple-decker shelves, and looking at the plastic bins and old boxes on the bottom shelf, walked about twenty feet in and stopped.

"Are those yours?" asked Nick.

"Yeah, but someone's opened them and…" Judy rummaged through the open bin of her old clothes, posters, and toys, and then the half-empty book box next to it, "…someone's taken all my old high school and college math books."

Chuckling, Nick knelt and, looking in the box, said, "I thought you bunnies were born math experts, why would anyone–

"Ow!"

"Oh, stop it, I barely touched you."

Whimpering now, Nick let his lip tremble just a bit and pouted, "Mean bunny."

Rolling her eyes, Judy turned to her downcast fox, put her paws on both sides of his muzzle, and, guiding his lips to hers, kissed him.

A chaste kiss quickly turned passionate as Nick, faux injury suddenly forgotten, pulled Judy close and deepened their kiss. A small bunny tongue was met by a larger canine one, and within moments, Judy was back in her parent's study, trying to undress her foxy partner. Stroking Nick's chest fur through where a newly missing button used to be, Judy groaned and–

"What's that?" Judy asked, pushing away from a wonderfully tasty set of lips.

"Huh?" Nick replied, trying to figure out what just happened, one moment, sheer bliss, the next, not so much. Maybe if he…

"Nick," Judy hissed, batting his wandering paws away, "we can't, I heard voices."

"But…"

"Come on," and then grabbing his paw, Judy pulled him back out to the main aisleway and stopped.

"I don't hear anything."

"Shhh."

Judy's long ears were at attention and swiveling like radar dishes. Turning her head slightly, Judy stepped around the last row of fully laden shelves and… harrumphed.

Nick looked past Judy and saw two chairs and a small card table in the wide space between the wall and the shelves.

"Are those your math books?"

"Yup."

Walking over, Judy flipped closed one of her books, "My high school Algebra 2/Trigonometry book, and here's my Geometry book."

Nick flipped on the small lamp and then poked at the notebooks, papers, pencils and…

"Snacks."

"Shhh, someone's coming."

Nick turned back toward the central aisle and, not seeing anyone, was about to report they were still very much alone when he heard a young doe's voice.

"How late can you stay?"

Nick spun back around in time to see a brown and black paw pull aside a curtain covering a section of the wall.

"I don't have to be home until late," replied a slightly deeper voice from behind the doe.

"Good, we should be able to get through most of chapter… Uh-oh."

A chocolate-colored paw snaked around the now frozen teen and finished pulling the curtain out of the way. "Why'd you stop?"

"Kristen Annabelle Hopps, what are you doing?"

"Oh-no," said the ferret owner of the aforementioned paw.

"Charlie!"

"You know this boy?"

"Judy, what are you doing here?"

"Is that your sister? Why is she dressed like that? Is she working for the Sheriff with Mr. Nick?"

"I don't know. That looks like something Amy would wear."

"Amy's the slutty one, right?"

Judy groaned.

"Carrots, why exactly are you dressed like that?"

"ENOUGH!" yelled Judy.

Everyone went quiet, except Nick, who snickered.

"Ow."

Everyone went quiet, especially the fox.

The situation back in paw, Judy focused a stern glare on her sister, "Kristy, you know you're not supposed to be in the tunnel, it's long and dank, and if something were to happen and you got stuck or hurt, who would know? Did you even tell anyone where you were? How did you get the outer door open anyway? Dad locked it years ago. What were you thinking? If Mom and Dad find out, you'll be in big trouble?"

Kristy crumbled under her sister's onslaught and, letting her ears drop, whimpered.

Taking a half footstep forward, Charlie broke in, "It was me, I made her. I, uh, picked the lock and forced Kristy into the tunnel." Looking crestfallen, Charlie slumped his shoulders and whispered, "I bared my teeth and claws and scared her into it."

Charlie put his arms out and said, "Arrest me, if someone needs to be punished, it should be me. Please let Kristy go."

"No!"

Kristy pushed Charlie's arms down, and putting herself in front of the ferret, sobbed out, "It was all my idea. I told Charlie we could use the storage cellar, and I was the one that figured out the combination to the lock. We needed a place to study where no one would see us because Dad would freak if he found out I was helping Charlie with his math. We both want to be in the same Algebra 2 Trig class when school starts, and Charlie's helping me train to be a Venture Scout, 'cause," all sobbed out, Kristy whispered, "we want to do that together too."

"Kristy, weren't you the one that asked me about how hard ZPA training was the first night I was allowed to sit at the big kit's table?"

Kristy nodded and then glanced down to her side as Charlie took hold of her paw.

Trying not to smirk at the sight before him, Nick eased over and put a paw on his foot-tapping bunny's shoulder and said, "I'm inclined to believe Kristy's version of the story. I don't remember there being a lock-picking merit badge in the Junior Ranger Scouts.

"Right, Charlie?"

Nick caught Judy's eye and nodded toward the two kits, holding paws, heads down, and Charlie's tail wrapped around one of Kristy's legs.

"No, Sir."

The room quieted as the tapping finally petered out, which was followed by a sigh and then, "You're a Ranger Scout?"

A head nodded without looking up.

"And you're tutoring him in math?"

Another head nodded.

"And you're asking questions about ZPA training?"

Both heads nodded.

"What do you think, Carrots, felony studying and accessory to merit badge training? They're probably looking at three to five in the big house, maybe out in two if they're good and make parole."

Both kits winced.

Judy covered a smile and whispered, "Shush, you're not helping."

"I've got an idea on how to handle these two miscreants."

Walking around the two stoic kits, Nick tussled Charlie's head fur, and then pulling the thick curtain to the side, leaned into the tunnel entrance.

"There's a light switch on the wall," said Kristy.

Flipping on the switch, bulbs hanging from the ceiling let Nick see about thirty yards of the tunnel before it started to slope up and out of sight. Examining the tunnel walls with his paw, Nick felt the hard-packed clay and then looked up to see the roof timbers every ten yards or so, each supported by thick timbers of quarter-sawn white oak.

Grabbing the flashlights the kits had dropped, Nick passed them to Judy and asked, "How long is the tunnel?"

"About a hundred and seventy yards, it goes through the back of the hill and comes out in a cave hidden behind some trees and bushes."

"Wow, color me even more impressed, and it looks like it's still in pretty good shape. Was this another one of your Uncle Lewis' dorky ideas?"

"Yeah. The tunnel was dug out when the room was originally built, so Uncle Lewis and my dad fixed it up too. Mom made them update the venting and install a door with an egress lock on the outside entrance to keep the kits from playing in the tunnel. Speaking of…

"Kristy, how did you really get the door open? You didn't take the combination from Dad's office, did you?"

Kristy shook her head, "No, I guessed it. Torrie said she uses the same passcode for everything that Dad uses, and I helped her pack her luggage before she left for school."

Judy facepalmed.

Nick chuckled, and then turning to face the two condemned souls, cleared his throat and said, "Alright, how about this. You two can study down here tonight, but tonight's your last night sneaking through the tunnel. From now on, Charlie comes to the front door, and you guys study in one of the quiet rooms upstairs."

"But…"

"No buts," added Judy, "You'll introduce Charlie to Mom and let her know what you're doing, including the Scout training, alright?"

"Okay," grumbled Kristy.

Putting a paw on each kit, Nick leaned down and said, "How about Charlie comes over Sunday for movie night and invites his mom. I can personally guarantee that your mom and Charlie's mom will get along just fine."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart," said Nick, pulling his phone out, "Charlie, here's my number, text me when you guys leave, and," looking at the doe now, "Kristy, make sure the outside door is locked back up." Nodding toward Judy, "Your sister and I will talk to your mom about changing the combination to something better. Okay?"

"So, we're not in trouble?"

Nick looked back to Judy and raised a brow.

Judy shook her head and said, "As long as you can talk Charlie and his mom into coming over for movie night, we're good."

Kristy smiled and then gave Nick a big hug, "Thanks, Mr. Nick," and then bounced over to Judy and hugged her too, "Thanks for not telling Dad."

Rubbing Kristy's head fur, Judy whispered, "If you want, you guys can train on my old ZPA obstacle course. I used to run it every day as part of my training. It helped a lot."

Charlie stepped up with his paw out, "Thanks, Deputy Hopps."

Judy rolled her eyes, "It's okay. That's what we do at the Bunnyburrow Sheriff's department."