Zootopia chipmunks American tail
the crew
"Counter screw da screw"
By Dan
(Teen/cub, violence, snuff, rape, gay relationship, gay sex)
Fievel and Tony Toponi (c) American Tail series by Don Bluth
Alvin and the Chipmunks the 1980's cartoon series (c)
Zootopia (c) Walt Disney Productions
Mickey Mouse (c) Walt Disney Productions
Pixy and Dixy Mouse and Jinx the Cat (c) Hanna Barberra productions
Chapter 3
Downtown Little Rodentia
Entertainment district
The dusty water hole inn
Room 213
3pm
July 14
"Ok Tony...mmmmmnah...now?" Fievel thought to himself as he tried hard to keep his focus...which wasn't easy when he's hanging upside down with his legs "wishboned" apart while a hutch rabbit was enjoying his tongue on and inside Fievel's pink tail hole...
"Hmmmm...maybe wait just a little longer?" Fievel thought as the rabbit played his tongue over Fievel's small scrotum and penis..." This rabbit? He's a real expert...sigh...Tony? What the hell? He better not be pawing...huh!" Fievel gasped hard as the rabbit's moist and hot tongue slipped deep into the young mouse's tail hole..."Fluck! That feels...uh!"
"SLAM!" The door to the small room flew open and hit the wall...
"Finally!" Fievel yelped as he felt the rabbit's tongue pull from his soaked ass hole..."What the fluck Gus?" Fievel lip'd as he flopped onto the mattress.,,
"Look what we got here." Tony Toponi said as he walked in twirling a wooden stick in his paw. "We got ourselves a cub-o-phile getting himself some tender young strange meat. And a cute little number I may add?"
"Hey! You little ass hole!" Marcus Menke snapped as Fievel got clear of the bed...
"No...you listen...ass hole." Tony snapped back as he pulled a "Pony Colt" Mouse sized 45 pistol from his pants..."Just couldn't resist to nail some "minor tail" ay fluck nut? So what's the matter? Wife ain't givin you enough time with yer own cubs? Oh sorry..."kittens" because you're a stupid rabbit with a perpetual cub molesting hard on. I see your dick does all the thinking for you doesn't it there you stupid tail hole?"
Menke quickly tried to reach for his pants only to get a snub nose 38 special pushed into his temple by the younger mouse he had eaten out...
"And you were going to do what?" Fievel said as he pulled out a two shot 3D printed pistol and threw it over his shoulder. "Sit down stupid." Fievel snarled as he threw Menke's wallet into Tony's paws...
"Ah yes...Marcus Menke, lawyer at large." Tony snickered as he walked up to the bed..."Hmmm...nice large dick too...but that's beside the point there "Mister Mason" (Perry Mason, 50's TV show) now lem-mee see here? Successful lawyer busted...with photo's and video... sexually abusing a minor mammal...and paying off a pimp..."
"You little flucken snit..." Menke snarled.
"No, no, noooooo Mister "cub flucker" that's "Mister" to you...dumb ass." Tony snickered. "Let's see? How much would a lawyer pay monthly to keep from being "rat'd" or is that "Mouse'd"?...to the cops?" Tony leaned against the bed and looked at his paw claws... "How...much? Sheesh...wonder what the wife will rape your ass hole for?"
Tony smiled at Menke..."Tell ya what there sport? I'll give you a special deal? Five hundred Zoo bucks a month protection money and services on demand when I call you. That's actually a good deal too for a lawyer you know? The organized families? They would rape you so deep without lube...ya know?"
Menke was seething angry..."You won't live long enough to enjoy the first payment!..." The rabbit snarled.
Fievel jumped onto the bed, pistol whipped Menke in the snoot and shoved his pistol into the rabbit's mouth! "AND YOU WON'T GET OUT OF THIS FLUCKEN ROOM! MOTHER FLUCKER!"
"Better calm down there Peter Peter pucker eater..." Tony said as he petted Manke's head. "He's the worst of our bunch. He likes to slow torture cub-o-philes and cut their nuts off before he kills them. He has a taste especially for rabbit tongues."
Fievel pulled the pistol out of Menke's mouth and kicked him in the side of the head! "Talks tough till he get' ripped in half in prison by a polar bear...stupid hopping fluck tard."
"Easy there "tiger tot"." Tony said to Fievel as he leaned close to Menke's face. "What's it going to be there sport? 500 Zoo bucks is a good offer?"
The rabbit nodded silently as Tony pulled out a note book and scribbled collected information from Manke's wallet. "My advice to you Mister Manke is to stop yourself and get strait. Maybe this will serve to keep you honest because at your rate? It wasn't going to be long before you really wound up in prison and I can tell you? Your tail hole isn't pliable at all. You won't last six hours."
Fievel poked Menke with a paw finger..."You tell anyone? You so much as make a gesture in the wrong direction? We'll "out" your ass and give you the grace of a "suicide" for no charge you sick fluck."
Tony slipped Menke's wallet back into his pants pocket. "You'll see I didn't take any money from you this time? Free service. One month's free grace period. Been a pleasure doing business with you and look forward to a long relationship. Fievel? Get his printer gun...I kinda like it."
The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
3pm
July 14
Alvin slapped the stop button on the elevator and sat for a moment trying to stop sobbing and shivering. This was as bad as things could get! He'd gotten himself and his brothers into all kinds of crazy things, little schemes, scams and misadventures all over Zootopia but not like this...not this dangerous...not this...sickening.
He trembled...he felt a little tinkle in his underwear...he cursed to himself...he sobbed...how was he going to pull this off? The hotel room was bugged! How many "agents" did they have in the hotel? Would there be gun mammals in the lobby? If they hailed a cab? Would the driver be a member of their gang or a hired gun?
Alvin shivered and shook himself profusely and slapped himself silly in the face..."DAMN IT! STOP SHAKING AND BREATH!" He yelped to himself! If he blew this in any way...if Simon found out? The sudden sharp image of poor Theodore's head being blasted all over a wall caused Alvin to curse himself and slam his paw against the elevator wall.."YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPID IDIOT! SIMON'S RIGHT! YOU'RE A STUPID, STUPID, STUPID..."
"Beeeeeeeeeeeep!" Came a noise from the elevator car "squark box" "Sir? Do you need help? You stopped the elevator car?"
Alvin shook and fumbled with the speaker button..."Uh? Uh no! No! I uh...dropped my milk shake in here and I kinda panic'd that's all! Im fine really...going to get to my floor right now! Thanks!" He replied. Alvin took a few deep breaths and got the car moving again to his floor.
"Ok...ok...you can do this. You've been in worse trouble...uh...no, no you haven't been in worse trouble Alvin...this sort of takes the crazy cake but damn it! Damn it you can do this! Don't go to pieces, don't get too stupid, casual and normal..."
Alvin went a few paces before he stopped to grimace at himself..."Stop loosing it Alvin! Your doing this for Simon and Theodore...you don't mean squat. Think about them for once you idiot!" Alvin closed his eyes and got his thoughts together before he walked to the hotel room door and pushed his way inside...
"HELLO FELLOW STINKERS! THE BIG RAY OF SUNSHINE IS HERE!" Alvin yelped happily!
Simon was sitting at his electric harpsichord. "Well you finally decided to grace us with your magnanimous presence." Simon snorted.
"Well?" Alvin replied cheerfully. "I really needed that to myself Simon so I could waste a ton of Zoo bucks and a billion Asteroids. I rolled that game four times! Four times Simon! My mammal-sonal best!"
Alvin walked over to Theodore who sat at his drum set...and gave him a tight and long hug...
"Uh? Alvin?" Theodore asked a little shocked.
"I know Theodore." Alvin replied. "This is kinda strange huh?"
Alvin stepped back with his paws rubbing Theodore's face. "I never say it enough do I Theodore? How much you mean to me as my little brother? As "our" little brother?"
Simon snorted..."Ok Alvin? Next comes the scheme pitch huh?"
"What are you talking about Simon?" Alvin replied. "Can't I express my love for my brothers? Is there some stupid law now that says I can't show just a little happiness and gratitude to be born with such great siblings as you two? There's no alternative motive here Simon, chill out."
"Ok then." Simon said as he grabbed Alvin's guitar. "I made a few fine pitch adjustments, fine tuned the sub woofer and aligned the recording rheostats so if you're ready to practice?"
"Great!" Alvin yelped. "Let's get started then shall we my brothers?!" As he grabbed his guitar and started strumming..."Ah One two three four!"
"I'm going to Savanna City, Savanna City here I come
I'm going to Savanna City, Savanna City here I come
They got some crazy lil' females there
And I'm gonna get me one...WAHOOO!"
"I'm gonna be standing on the corner
Of Twelfth Street and Vine
I'm gonna be standing on the corner
Of Twelfth Street and Vine
With my Savanna City baby
And a bottle of Savanna City wine."...SING IT LOUD!
"Where are the damn cameras?" Alvin asked himself as he played through a rolling voiceless string and looked around the room..."The lamps? The wall decorations? The phone? Where did those bastards put those cameras?!"
"AAAAAAAHROOOOO!"
"Well I might take a train
I might take a train, but if I have to walk
I'm going just the same.
I'm going to Savanna City, Savanna City here I come
They got some crazy lil' Chippy's there
And I'm gonna get me one."
Alvin though of the video he was forced to watch..."The angles? The locations of where stuff was? I can find those stupid cameras...oh heck, who am I kidding? If I touch them? We're all dead..."
"DAMN IT!" Alvin screamed out and then he quickly covered his anger by shaking a paw..."OUCH! OUCH!"
Simon walked up..."You alright?"
"Yeah...I just got a cramp in my fingers." Alvin snorted. "Let's rest a bit then we'll go again ok?"
Alvin walked around the room cursing at different objects..."Fluck you...fluck you...fluck you...and fluck you."
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
4:30pm
July 14
Jimmy knew how to chose the best in the gang's "talent" search at the middle and high schools, which is why when it came to making new dealers for pot and new pick pockets...Jimmy was "thee mouse". Of course...Tony and Fievel had to hide their faces until these new prospects could be certified as "countable" meaning...they wouldn't dare snitch. Tony looked over the five "wanna be cubbies" with a careful glare. Three were female mice from the high schools, two were young males (seventh graders). All of them looked "tuff'd" out but the important thing was that they kept their eyes locked on Tony as he walked...he wanted no one who was glancing at their cell phones or "larking" their snoots around the room...
"So?" Tony asked. "Lemme ask you all a question? Would any of you deal harsher snit? You know? Doggy Drool? Bambi? Savage? Lot of money in that stuff you know?"
One of the female mice,a 16 year old yellow haired field mouse named "Waloon" ,what a crazy name for a female mouse right?, raised her paw..."I don't want to go to prison."
Tony replied. "And why would you go to prison?"
"Nicky Whips." Waloon replied.
"Word sister." Another female named Trishina said with a head nod..."They'll crucify you for chemical."
Tony raised a paw..."Nicky Whips. The legislative act that can impose an instant 20 year prison term on any dealer in Zootopia no matter what age or what excuse. You're caught with chemical? You might as well start singing...and of course if you sing? Expect to be chopped into cat food."
Tony leaned on Fievel's shoulder..."Everyone? I don't, I don't! Want to make cat food ok? So stay away from that snit. Pot's different. It's long term security and if you're a minor and you get caught with pot? It's nothin. You spend some time in Juvie, get a spanking...if you're into sadism..."
Everyone laughed.
"And then you go home." Tony said. "Trust me ok? I have a good system with a high record of getting my members off with a slap on the wrist. Fails very little..."
Tony pulled up a chair. "Now? We're gonna talk about another point. Flipping your lips to the police. You don't have to say snit to the cops. Not a peep...not even a fricken "Hi...it's a nice day and you're a dirty tail hole flucker. Bet you can't even please your significant other...whatever that is."
Everyone laughed.
"Everybody...I'm being serious here ok?" Tony said with his paws gesturing. "The Zootopian constitution says you don't have to talk to the cops at all except for name, home of record and date of birth. That is it. If you don't give them snit? They can't go digging. If you get caught with pot on you and no weapons? If you keep you yappers shut? Nine out of ten times they'll get pissed off and release you because you're worthless to them. And they're not focusing on pot that much any way."
One of the males, A tan colored mouse named Niklas raised his paw. "We can't carry weapons?"
"You won't be sent into places I do not want you to deal in. We stay exclusively to known customers only. Also? If you have friends who want pot? They gotta be evaluated by one of my "tops" or myself. The ZPD loves to plant moles and your best friend? Could be a mole."
Niklas raised his paw again..."Will you whack a mole?"
Every one laughed.
"Yeah...with a big fricken maillot you." Tony replied. "I don't want to "whack" anybody unless it's absolutely vital. I'm proud of the fact that I've "whacked" only a number less than these four paw fingers...unless of course it was a contract whacking...which none of you will do."
Tony looked at all the prospects..."You're all pretty sharp mammals. You all know you're taking a big risk by wanting to join my crew right? There's no initiations here, you don't need to "prove your pussy" or "bust yer cherry" with me. No tattoos! I don't want to find our gang name on your bill board ass. I find a name tat on any of you and trust me? You won't like the removal process. And you don't go around flipping "I'm a Jicket! I'm a Jicket! I'm a gangster popping chicklett!" None of that boisterous snit you hear me? We do best when we're not well known. On your phones...in bed...at the dinner table...the Jickets do not exist."
Tony paused for a moment..."Hmmm...so? Any of you...sexually promiscuous? How bout bisexual or gay?"
The "new bees" looked at each other in silence.
"I'm not asking for myself ok?" Tony said with a finger wave. "We got a good protection racket going suckering "high rollers" into sex traps with under age mammals. I need to...kinda diversify the fishing lures."
One of the females, a tall 15 year old mouse with a reddish head tuft named Anabella raised her paw..."I love to eat pussy?"
Tony looked at Fievel..."Sweet. We can use that."
Anabella snickered..."Pussy as in cat's pussy."
Tony shook his head..."That's a little bigger than I need."
"Well?" Anabella snickered. "The bigger the pussy, the bigger the paycheck." She said as she slowly licked her lips.
"Freeeeeeeeeekeeeeeeeee..." Fievel voiced.
"Yeah?" Tony replied. "But? That's a new angle we might be able to exploit?"
"Oh?" Fievel replied crossing his arms. "Ok? So she does her deed and what does she do with the huge stack of big mammal bills? Shove them up her snatch?"
Tony bopped Fievel off the head..."Get your brain out of the gutter you? Of course she gets paid in mouse bills you demented screw ball. She's worth an audition, shut up?" Tony barked..."Excuse my counselor... he's jealous of any competition for his favorite job."
"I can prove my prowess trust me." Anabella replied.
The other hopeful young male, a grey mouse named Eric Barbone, who had a black hair tuft, a triangle shaped design on his face between his eyes and wore a pair of wrist rings and ear rings raised his paw...
"I'm good at welding?" Eric said. "I have three years of that and auto work from vocational school. I might make a lousy dealer but I know I'd enjoy chopping cars."
Feivel gave Barbone a look over..."He might work out with Pixy and Dixie?"
"Ok..." Tony replied. "I'll call them and have them come over to give Eric a review. Then again?..." Tony got up and walked up to Eric. "How are you with say...cutting torches?"
"I'm a welder." Eric replied. "Need you even ask?"
Tony wagged a finger..."I like you...I like you...I think there's something you could actually be useful at. On second thought? Screw Pixy and Dixie...I give them any help and usually they think its an opportunity to slack off. I...got something for you Eric, if you're gain?"
Eric held his arms out..."Oh please my Boss...pull my arms."
Little Rodentia Metropolitan Hospital
Downtown government district
5:45pm
July 14
Mickey and Inspector Ages met rat officers Maloy and Reed in the reception lobby...
"Evening Maloy...We accompanied the body of the deceased to the medical examiner after we got the boat back to shore. How's the other victim?"
Maloy, a tall black and tan rat, replied..."He's pretty torn up emotionally. Keeps blaming himself for what happened, pretty despondent. Questioning him might be a little rough right now Mickey."
"We'll go easy on him. It looks like your standard mishap, wrong place at the wrong time." Mickey said as he turned and walked down the short hallway with Ages behind him...
"Here's a short Bio on these two." Ages said as he pulled some stapled papers from a folder..."Both of them are Bush Babies. Charles Freeman 30 and Randal Yates have been friends since grade school. Both of them went through machinist Vocational schooling together, showed exceptional aptitude and high grades. Upon graduation worked at the Cardrock Steel Works in Tundra Town for a few years, got a city grant, made their own company in Savanna Central and they've done very well. No history of serious arguments, no issues with drugs or booze or problems at all except they decided last week to separate in order to set up a new franchise back in Tundra Town."
Mickey and Ages walked into the hospital room to find Charlie sitting up in his bed sobbing...
"Mister Freeman?" Mickey said as he came up to the bed. "I'm officer Mickey Oswald and this is my partner Inspector Ages...this is just a standard follow up we have to do in regards to this terrible accident you've suffered. I know Mister Yates must have been very close to you."
"I killed him." Freeman sobbed. "I failed him when he needed me most!" Charlie gripped Mickey's uniform and cried in his chest..."Randy! My stupid feet!"
"Hey..." Mickey said compassionately as he helped Charlie to sit back on his bed. "Come on now Mister Freeman, stop torturing yourself. The preliminary investigation found no wrong doing on your part, freak accidents happen...easy Sir...easy..."
After Charlie had gotten himself settled down...Mickey took a seat...
"Now? I belive you understand your rights Mister Freeman, you don't have to answer our questions, you don't even have to tolerate us being here...
"No Officer." Freeman replied. "I know this is important."
"What exactly happened?" Mickey asked.
"Well...Randy was a little upset about my proposal to split the business and form a new franchise so I invited him to a fishing trip where we could sit and try to iron things out. I've always been the strong head of our partnership and I don't fear taking risks but Randy's the very "180 out" so...I wanted to try and reason with him with a setting that would help him to adjust. We absolutely love fishing."
Charles continued. "We reached the spot on the Bloth Bay River in the big park where we were going to anchor...then it happened. Randy was throwing the anchor over the side of the boat when his foot got tangled up in the rope line. The anchor dragged him overboard. I quickly ran to the side and found him hanging upside down by the line with his head just above water...I'd say maybe a foot or so."
"Was he conscious?" Mickey asked.
"No..." Charles replied. "He must have smacked his head when he flipped over the edge of the railing or maybe along the side of the hull. I grabbed the line and tried to pull him up...I was making some progress, I just had his feet in my paws but them my stupid feet slipped on the water on the deck...I tumbled backwards and smacked my head against the cabin door. I blacked out...I don't know how long I was laying there."
Charlie looked at his paws and grimaced tightly..."When I came too? I was bleeding on my head. I crawled to the side of the boat. Randy was still hanging there...but his head was under the water...the tide had come in..."
"Oh Gawd!" Charlie shouted..."I called for help! These two mice heard me and were chasing the boat along the shore...I'm screaming, I'm trying to pull Randy up and I blacked out again!"
Charles buried his face in his paws..."I wake up here and my best friend is dead because I was a clutz! Randy! I'm sorry...I'm sorry!"
Mickey consoled Charles, rubbing his shoulders and petting his head. "Charles? It wasn't your fault. It looks like you suffered just a terrible line of rotten circumstances. I think you've given us a full account of this to the best of your memory. It just looks like a terrible accident so please stop torturing yourself. The hospital has a very nice grief counselor who just happens to be a sweet female bush baby...would you like her to come talk to you?"
Charlie nodded..."And thank you officer Oswald." Charlie said tearfully. "You're one of the best police officers I've ever talk too. Gawd bless you?"
Mickey smiled as he excused himself and followed Ages out the door. Once they were far enough from the room, Ages turned around and poked Mickey in the chest...
"He just threw you a huge ration of hot horse snit Mick." Ages snapped.
"Really?" Mickey yelped back. "The Mammal's best friend gets killed by a freak throw. There's no indication of foul play. That Bush Baby in there is clearly an emotional wreck..."
"And..." Ages poked Mickey in the chest. "A total absolute bull snit artist. Why does he have a scrape wound on the front of his "nut case" (Head) A scrape Mick? The way he describe it to us and to Maloy and Reed? His head should have been torn up like a popped grape! A damn scratch doesn't cause a fricken concussion!" Ages continued. "And look at the dynamics? The layout of the boat? If he really lost his footing and slipped? He would have had no time to rotate 180 and bash his face off that damn door!"
Mickey leaned against the wall..."Sounds plausible." He said. "Advance there Sherlock Mouse?"
"What did he say about Randy's condition? Let me repeat the notes."
"The anchor dragged him overboard. I quickly ran to the side and found him hanging upside down by the line with his head just above water...I'd say maybe a foot or so..."
"He must have smacked his head when he flipped over the edge of the railing or maybe along the side of the hull. I grabbed the line and tried to pull him up...I was making some progress, I just had his feet in my paws but them my stupid feet slipped on the water on the deck...I tumbled backwards and smacked my head against the cabin door. I blacked out...I don't know how long I was laying there."
"When I came too? I was bleeding on my head. I crawled to the side of the boat. Randy was still hanging there...but his head was under the water...the tide had come in..."
"Absolute bull snit artistry Mick. Since when does a boat resting on the water dip down when the tide is coming in? It's a fricken boat!" Ages snapped.
Mickey looked backwards towards the hospital door. "Boat's don't sink during tidal changes."
"Give him an academy award Mick." Ages said smirking. "He was really laying on those "crock tears" thick."
Mickey walked back towards the hospital room pulling a pair of handcuffs from his service belt. "I absolutely hate being lied too and played like a stupid cartoon character."
The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
7pm
July 14
The pills in his paw repulsed Alvin with an angry remorseful bitterness...
"So? Your brothers do the same routine before bed every night?" Jackal asked wickedly.
"Yes..." Alvin replied. "Chocolate milk's...like a tradition for us..."
Jackel dropped the medicine bottle in Alvin's paw. "There's nothing bad about these, they won't harm your brothers at all...just plain old Sominex tablets. One in their milk glass before bed and they'll sleep like babies...and they'll forget anything that might wake them up. They'll be up happy and chipper as usual. Who knows? May give you a little play time with both their butts while you wait for our call?"
"Grrrrrrrr." Alvin growled and snarled. He so wanted to strangle the sick rat with the coke bottle glasses glaring at him with a sick look of desire..."
"Easy there Chippy?" Jackel said as he closed his face with Alvin's. "You'll damage your beauty looks." Jackel then forced a kiss on Alvin which snapped the chipmunk out of his hypnotic trance...
"Alvin? Alvin?!" Simon huffed as he stood behind his younger brother. "Good...you've decided to join the rest of us? What are you thinking about when you "zone" like this?"
Alvin took some deep breaths and looked behind his shoulder. "Your sweet butt?"
Theodore chuckled..."That was a good one Alvin!" The youngest Chipmunk said as he rested a paw on his brother's shoulder. "That was very nice of you Alvin...those things you said to me?"
"And why shouldn't I Theodore?" Alvin replied. "I never say it enough. I'm actually upset with myself because I think I over look you too much. And I kinda razzle you alot because you are the baby of us and I neglect to see how smart you are."
Alvin gave Theodore a peck on his cheek. "I just want you to know how much I value you Theodore...I really do value you a lot."
Alvin walked out of the bathroom humming a nice tune to himself as he kept looked for the hidden cameras..."Where are you...you bastards." The angry Chipmunk thought as he casually walked to the kitchen space to pour some chocolate milk and spike his brother's glasses...
"Enjoy myself on their butts...yeah...when I get the opportunity? I'll enjoy myself...biting chunks from the butts of those extortion hungry gangsters."
Suddenly...the encrypted phone shook in Alvin's pocket...he growled as he pulled it out and looked at the flip screen...
"10 pm. Clovishara's restaurant downtown. Hope you have a bicycle. In fact...lol...we know you do of course."
The urge to chuck the phone into a wall welled up in Alvin's mind till he thought about the cameras..."Damn it!" He snapped as he poured the chocolate milk and sobbing to himself he "doped" his brother's glasses with the Sominex pills. Quickly he recovered his jovial self as Theodore and Simon came out of the bathroom...
"Here you go my fellow little stinkers!" Alvin yelped. "Bottoms up! Here's to our successful coming concert!
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
8pm
July 14
Pixie and Dixy came through the door after sliding their snapper toy under it and came face to face with the new addition to the crew...
"Boys? Meet Eric Barbone our new welder and "torch". Eric? The one in the vest is "Whistle" and the one with the tie is "Styx"." Tony said...
"Hi." Eric said in greeting as he extended his paw.
"Cool." Pixy said nodding.
"Welcome to the cash cow." Dixie said as he shook Eric's paw. "So you're familiar with the battery pack arc cutter and the portable Rockaway torch kit?"
"Nothing different from vocational school." Eric said.
Pixy asked..."So why do you want to take easy street? What's wrong with being more honest?"
Eric shrugged. "Being honest is too fricken boring. What would I do every day? 5am, wake up. 5:15am, jack off. 6am, at work. 6:30am, bathroom and jack off. 12pm, lunch and jack off. 3pm, go home. 5pm dinner..."
"And...jack off." Dixie snickered. "We get the message Mammal...your paw will fall off."
"And Jimmy told me that Mister Toponi runs about the best gang of mice in all of Rodentia? I want to be in a place where the cops don't have good odds, the money is good and the boss is awesome to work with. And the cuts? Holy fluck a church mouse...damn!"
"If you pay your crew well and care for them?" Tony said with a shrug. "They less they'd wanna rat out...and not just rat us out. There's benefits in helping even your worst rivals evade the cops you know?"
Tony walked over to the kitchen table..."I got pizza coming for all of us so we can fill our bellies while we discussed this latest snatchery and grabbery deal for a Shrew who shall remain "unknowns". It's part insurance scam and part profits our way with bennies."
Fievel sat on a seat while Tony and the other mice surrounded the map laid out on the table top...
"Oh kay...as some of us know? Pot's legal in Zootopia for medicinal purposes. The dispensories around town do all their re-supply and cash flow between closing and opening hours. Every armored car is tracked, wired, bugged and locked tighter than a pussy with album powder shoved in it. And of course there are camera's all over the place and these armored cars can't deviate from a camera covered route or the cops will come swooping in from all over creation. There ain't no way in fricken hell anyone can get the jump on these things...save with a little luck and some inside help?"
Tony poked at Eric..."So? Just how much do you want to make on your first score there Eric?"
"Nothing huge and noticeable." Eric replied. "And I have to prove myself worthy of you Mister Toponi..."
Tony wrapped an arm around Eric's shoulders. "Listen to this mammal? Courteous and respectful to a fault, completely selfless huh? Well fluck you...yer takin three grand your first night and don't you say no to me capeesh."
"Yeah...capeesh." Eric replied.
Tony pointed to the map..."So...here's the score. There's a truck owned by the A.C. Cartage Company which is owned by a Shrew named Theo Moran. We're gonna hit that truck tonight during it's run back to the company because it will still be loaded with high grade medical pot and a ton of cash. Mister Moran's prize? "Boo Koo" insurance payments. We get the pot and the cash in the truck."
Eric shook his head. "Yeah...but you said this thing would be hard to knock out? And there's cameras out the fricken wazoo. How are we going to break into that truck without getting caught?"
Tony petted Erics head..."Bear with me my tenderfoot "torchee". The driver tonight is going to be an insider Moran is going to supply as our devastated "lifted" employee. He runs like clock work, must have that sweet coffee and Danish nightcap from "Hava Java Tails" on North Venture Street before he goes back to the distribution center. While he's stuffing his snoot? Eric here is going to dive under the truck with a quick burn pack and trash the axles. Not enough to cut them in half? But just enough so that when the driver hits a speed bump on Peppermint Street? Snap-oh!"
Eric chuckled. "Ok...then we're going to charge in and wave to the street cameras and trip the truck alarms to the cops while we try to crack a truck that's built like a tank."
Tony snorted at Eric..."Kid? Do you want to get paid? Eric? Say yes I do...nod please and say..."Yes Tony...I don't want to be a little bitch."
"Yes Tony...I don't want to be..." Eric replied.
"Ok then..." Tony said as he bopped Eric off the head. "Shut...up? Have some pizza Eric...and shut up. My plan, you execute ok?"
Tony peck kissed Eric on the cheek. "Honestly? I love you already. Now? It just so happens that this speed bump on Peppermint? Has a mouse hole cover just after it. Simple...the truck hits the bump, the axles go crack, the truck falls over the mouse hole, Eric cuts the thin metal bottom plate and we gang rape that bitch while our poor driver is calling for a tow truck for his busted rig. Total potential score? 50 g's."
Fievel snickered..."That's a lot of grease money."
Jimmy smirked. "No...that's a lot of fricken pot!"
Pixy wrapped an arm around Eric's shoulders..."You can cut quick for 50 grand can't you?"
"For 50 grand I'll bust my little nuts in ten seconds." Eric replied. "Give me a really clean "Scott pack" and I'll have us inside that truck in a minute." Eric looked at Tony. "The driver's really going to call for help?"
"Yup." Tony replied. "We have to be in, out and gone in five minutes. Dixie and Pixy will provide a nice reason why our nice driver had to divert to a very dark side street. Myself...fievel...Jimmy and Eric will hit the truck from the mouse hole in the street. Everyone understand?"
All the other mice nodded as Tony nibbled on a pizza slice. "Oh?" Tony said as he pulled a bag from under the table and threw brushes at each mouse..."Here. Don't say I don't give you all gifts. Before we go out tonight? Everyone's to scrub themselves good...get all the loose fur strands, dandruff, dick cheese and toe jam off your bodies. No damn evidence for the cops. Some of us are going buff so tell me right now if nudity scares you."
Fievel raised his paw.
"Get that mitt down you little fricken fur-vert." Tony snorted.
"I might get distracted by your hot body?" Fievel said then he chitter laughed as Tony slapped him on the shoulder. "You're no Ginger bread Rodgers yourself you little slug."
Dixie waved a paw..."We're not worried about this driver seeing any of us?"
"He won't." Tony replied. "He doesn't dare say snit. Mister Moran assures me it'll be the last thing he says. Just stick to our agenda for tonight. Now we'll all meet back here at 11:30. Go home and scrub yourselves bald...wash,wash, wash...with soap and water please? Not your tongues? Mouse ass breath stinks."
The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
10pm
July 14
Alvin shook Simon after tenderly wrapping Theodore in his bed and stuffing his old baby blanket under his head...
The thought that he had drugged his brothers disgusted him and he cursed the bastards who were probably getting sit joy watching the Chipmunk suffer...Alvin bent down, kissed Simon on the cheek, told him how much he loved him and walked out of the room...
The phone message told him where to go, what time to be there and that he'd better show up with the first 2,000 Zoo buck payment for his "personal security"...He gritted his teeth as he walked through the lobby and out the front door of the hotel where he went to the bike rack, unhooked his ten speed and rode off into the night.
The thought of being dead went through his mind more than once. what could they do with a dead corpse? It could be easy enough...a toy BB gun would force them to shoot. Alvin would be torn apart, hopefully have his head popped like a grape like in those gangster movies. His body would be thrown in the water or like a piece of trash in a dump but their money making extortion plot would be ruined, Simon and Theodore spared and they would also get the insurance...Simon and Theodore were now Alvin's "everything" more than ever...which is why he threw out the "suicide by bastards" idea. One way or another? He was going to win against them!
The phone mapping app was pre-programmed by the scammers to get Alvin from the hotel to their meeting site in a building not too far from the Yusip River that wound through Rodentia. Alvin was in his full riding gear with a reflective vest and helmet, Just another bike rider on a peaceful night time trip. He crossed over the Yusip on the Dolfork Bridge, took a sharp right then a left down a single lane side street to come to a small wedge shaped three story building with a sign that said "Better Pot Saddlers wares" over the doorway.
He didn't get a chance to knock before a pair of strong paws snatched him and dragged him through the door and into a room where Jackal Shadownight stood leaning against a peg rack full of steel pots and pans...
"You're a little late?" Jackal snorted. "Guess this isn't important to you is it Alvin?"
Alvin gasped and Jackel waved a paw..."Just kiddin kid? You're fine. Did the Sominex work?"
Alvin nodded back silently.
"Hey? You don't have to keep your lips shut here Alvin." Jackel said waving his paw around. "Did you bring the two grand?"
Alvin pulled out the small paw full of 500 Zoo buck bills and gave them to Jackel with a pissed look on his chubby face. He got slapped around and his red "A" sweater jerked off his body for his trouble!
"Gasp!" Alvin yelped as he tried to protect his near naked body...
"Relax kid." Jackal snorted. "Id love to rape your queer little tail but we have business to get onto. We also have to be sure you didn't "rat" and were wearing a wire."
"Mmmm...cute cartoon undies." Jackal reached for Alvin's under-roo's and the Chipmunk slapped his paw away!
Jackal returned with a punch to Alvin's gut which brought the chipmunk to the floor on his paws and knees! "Don't you flucken disrespect me again you little cock sucker or we will flucken rape your ass hole into a bloody mess!" The rat picked Alvin up and threw him into the rack of pots! Alvin cried out as a knife scraped against his neck...
"Do we have an understanding now? Mother flucking bitch?!" Jackal snapped. "Do as your told Alvin or else." Jackal said as he pulled Alvin by an ear behind him..."Stand...here...arms...out. Did you understand that Alvin?"
Alvin threw his arms out to his sides and sobbed.
"Stop your crying Alvin." Jackal said as he slowly petted Alvin's face. "Now? We're going to tape some bags to you and you will follow the phone app to the loction where you will meet our contact. You deliver the bags, get the money from the nice mongoose and come back here. Repeat what I told you kid?"
Alvin struggled to stop crying..." I...will...follow the phone app to the location where I will meet your contact. I will deliver the bags, get the money from the nice mongoose and come back here."
"Very good." Jackal replied. Now? If you fail to come back or if you decide to get stupid and snitch? We'll rape both your brothers, skin them alive and then we'll kill them if we feel like it...repeat the flucken words kid?"
Alvin grimaced hard..."If I fail to come back or if I decide to get stupid and snitch? You'll rape both my brothers, skin them alive and then you'll kill them...if you feel like it." Alvin started to sob but Jackal slapped him hard!
"Dry this baby snit up Alvin. Time for you to be serious. Your brothers should sleep till 9am tomorrow, we'll have you home by 3am so you get plenty of sleep but right now you need to stay calm and dry up the crock tears...ok?"
Jackal handed Alvin his red sweater after the other rats in the gang taped bags of drugs to Alvin's body...
"Be...very careful riding. Don't attract attention. Don't stop for cops or anyone else. Get to your destination, make the transaction, come home. Very simple kid...just keep your head on your neck."
The feeling of Jackal's paws rubbing his back made Alvin squeamish yet he pulled on his red sweater, got all his bike safety gear on and walked out of the building. He stopped to look at the gang's map app before he started pedaling back towards downtown Rodentia.
End of Chapter 3
