A/N: I've noticed that a good amount of people like my story, if that's you, thank you so much, for those who don't like it, I would like you to give me some feedback in the reviews as to why you think my story is not as good as it could be. Wildebunny the Eternal, If you're reading this, I would like you to know that I've thought about your review and I want you to give me some insight as to what you want to read and what you would improve on my story. Thank you all for reading my story and have a safe and wonderful day.

Judy put on her disgustingly bright, neon orange safety vest. She grabbed her ticket printer and went to the parking lot to get what was nicknamed by the other officers, the "Joke-Mobile". She had backed out of the parking space and when the rabbit saw nobody was in her way, she floored it. The vehicle only moved a few tail-lengths.

"What!? It was full a few seconds ago, right before I went back to get the vest," Judy exclaimed knowing full well that the problem was her fuel tank.

Her eyes drifted towards some crimson fur she saw in the corner of her eye. It was the Major. He had emptied her tank and was filling his own armored Tesla with her fuel. That explained the red oil canister he was carrying.

"Dirty Fox," Judy growled.

Running on fumes and annoying several drivers, she managed to get to the nearest gas station before starting her quest. Judy was looking around before hearing a few beeps here and there signaling that cars needed tickets placed. She parked her SmartFur and went to work.

? ? ?

The officer was on a roll. She had made 199 tickets and it was barely 11:40. She heard a beep

Yes

She ran to the Buck and placed her 200th ticket on it. She walked back to her vehicle and tapped the Upload button on her ticket printer.

"Boom! 200 tickets," She heard a beep right next to her. She grimaced, "201."

She reluctantly placed a ticket on her own vehicle. There was a squeal of tires and a thump.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, Fox!