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 6

Rodent-Dendrum Bowl

The Zootopia Grand Park

12:30pm July 15

Alvin stopped by a concession stand to pick up food for himself, Simon and Theodore before carrying the bags and the lunch box back to the stage where he found Simon talking with "Mister Trigs Mackie", the Squirrel in charge of the sound output and mixing for the upcoming concert...

"Mister Mackie? I ran into your brother and he said you forgot your lunch again you brainless dumb tail." Alvin said as he passed Mackie the lunch box.

"Oh damn...I'd lose my brain if I could take it out of my skull." Mackie replied as he took out his wallet and showed Alvin a card..."Would you be nice Alvin and give this back to him? It's a gift card he allowed me to use to get my wife a birthday gift."

"No problem." Alvin replied. "I told him to wait in case you had something for him. Guess he's not allowed to come into the stadium without an official pass even if he's your brother?" Alvin replied as he gestured to Simon. "Is he boring you yet?"

"I'll bore you." Simon replied smirking. "Go and get that to Mister Mackie's brother so we can get started on practice again?"

Alvin turned around and patted his behind. "Yes Master! Please whip my disrespectful bum! (Chpmunk chitter laugh)

"Alvin?! Get going already!" Simon snapped.

Alvin took off running from the stage, back across the open soccer field and into the access tunnels under the stadium...

"Where is that stupid rat?" Alvin snorted as he stopped to wait at the place he first bumped into Jackal..."Hey! I haven't got all day!" Alvin yelped as he stood pouting with his paws on his hips...

"That was easy for you wasn't it?" The rat said smiling as he came out of hiding. "Got the card?"

Alvin extended his arm..."Yeah...pretty smart to do it like this? Why did you have me out in the middle of the night with cash taped to my sorry butt?"

"Diversity is a good insurance policy." Jackal said as he took the card then quickly snatched Alvin by his wrist...

"Hey?! You got your money, I finished your dirty work, let me go!" Alvin snapped.

"I will let you go." Jackal snickered. "After you do something nice for me?"

"I don't have time for your stuff dude!" Alvin snapped back as he pulled against Jackal's grip!

"You have time." Jackal snickered. "If you don't want your brothers "dick clipped" I suggest you make some time...cutie."

Jackal got his face close to Alvin and the young chipmunk turned his face away from the smell of booze..."Strip your clothes off you cute little "Munky". I want to see some of "my" merchandise."

"The fluck I will!" Alvin yelped as he got pushed into a wall! "I won't!" Alvin cried out before he was forced kissed by the half drunk rat! "Mmmm! LET ME GO!" The terrified chipmunk yelped as a pair of uncaring paws were pulling at his sweater. They slipped under the thick wool fabric and worked to gain their filthy entry under Alvin's cartoon underpants...

"Ugh! Get off me!" Alvin screeched as he threw Jackal off and stumbled to get his under-roos back up his legs...

"Little bitch!" Jackal snarled. "You're "my" fricken property! I own your ass! One flip of my phone or one type of a keyboard and I'll destroy you and your stupid brothers! Think on that you little snit! THINK ON IT!"

Alvin took flight! He ran as hard as he could until he flopped onto his paws and knees in the service tunnel leading to the ball field where he took a moment to get himself right...

"That flucker was going to rape me!" Alvin snapped out to himself. Now he had to risk everything! He whipped out his own cell phone, dialed 9-1-1 and reached the emergency dispatch operator...

Then...he froze...

"9-1-1...What are you reporting?" The Dispatcher asked.

Alvin sat listening and thinking as the dispatcher kept asking for a response. Then Alvin clicked off the phone, he had lost the nerve. He stood up...took a deep breath and walked up and out of the tunnel.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

554 Camp Street, Apartment 16

1pm

July 15

Dixie, Pixy, Fievel, Jimmy, Eric and Eliot all sat together around the living room as Tony sat looking as if he'd been smacked by a Mack truck...

"Your absolutely sure about this thing?" Dixie asked Eliot. "Shagro put a hit on Tony and this is how he'll do it? You better not be setting us up for a knife-ing you little snit." Dixie snorted.

"Honest. That's what I heard from more than one member!" Eliot replied. "They said she'd been paid to poison Tony under Shag's orders, I swear it's all true!"

"Oh that flucken "CUNT" is so gawd damned dead." Dixie snapped.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL HER A FLUCKEN CUNT WHISTLE!" Tony Toponi screamed as he shot up out of the sofa. "DON'T YOU...EVER...CALL HER...A CUNT!"

Dixie replied with his arms out..."Well what do you call a female mouse who gains your trust then joins our rival to do this thing to our boss? Little Miss fricken Muppet? Tony! She's planning to whack you for filthy cash...come on...she's a gawd damned "CUNT" and she's getting "erased" that little BITCH!"

Tony lunged at Dixie only to have Pixy catch him with his own body..."BOSS! CALM DOWN!" Pixy begged as he pushed Tony back... Calm...down..."

"Nobody...whacks...SNIT!...until "I" order it! Understand?! "I" order who gets hit Whistle!" Tony broke free of Pixy's grip, grabbed a porcelain figure off his coffee table and threw it against a wall where it exploded in shards! It was a rare thing for Tony Toponi to ever get so emotional. Even more rare for Fievel to show his own effeminate behavior with his lover before anyone else. Fievel simply reached for a paw and held it until Tony had calmed to pull him close to his side...

"Filly? What do you think?" Tony asked softly. "What should I do? Honestly?"

"You know what my answer is?" Fievel said as he reached up to slowly rub Tony's face. "She's dead. You don't threaten my lover and think I'm gonna just sit and play Farkle?"

Tony gritted his teeth..."I can't Five...I can't do that to her. I deserve to know why? Why her? Why me? I can't do it to her Five! She's been nothing but kind to me for years..."

"I'll have no problem with it." Fievel replied frowning. "She might go to the cops. As for Spiro? Oh fluck that dirty mouse...fluck him and his whole crew...they're fricken dead."

Tony petted Fievel on the head and turned to look at the others in the room..."Sigh...There will be no reprisals on the "Squees". I wan't no stupid disobedience no matter how pissed some of you are. As for "her?" I have the right to know why she's doing this stupid thing. I will decide "then" what will be done with her and all you lugs are gonna respect my decision one way or the other... capeesh?"

All the other mice in the room nodded. Tony looked around at each one..."Sorry to get so emotionally upset...I guess you all got to see I'm not a complete pack of "Joe Cools".

Dixie walked up..."I dis-respected you boss. I'm sorry. I beg your forgiveness."

Tony opened his arms..."Shut up and bring yourself here you tuff bastard." He embraced Dixie and kissed him lovingly on the cheek... "You're my bull dog...I'd be nothing without you Whistle."

"You're the only Father I have." Dixie said as he looked to his brother. "Our father...and we love you Tony."

Tony stood back shedding a slight tear..."Now look what your doin to me you grouchy bastard. She's going to be here soon...so all I want with me is Five. You and Styx take Eliot back to the Squee turf and make sure he gets there fine ok?"

"Done mia Capi." Dixie said with a nod.

Tony waited till everyone was gone before he walked up to Fievel who stood in the kitchen making coffee...

"Five?" Tony asked. "You know...you know I can't...I can't." Tony stood sobbing as Fivel took a paw in his...

"If it comes to it? I'll "do her" "Tone Tone". I'll "do her" with respect, she won't suffer I promise."

Tony squeezed Fievel's paw tight..."She broke my heart "topo della mia vita"...she's broken my heart..."

"Then a good thing I know how to mend it huh Mia Capi? "topo della mia vita." Fievel said softly as he reached up to give Tony a tender kiss..."It'll all work out Tony...trust me."

ZPD Precinct Six "Fort Bronco"

Criminal Investigations Division (CID)

1pm July 15

"Aaaaaaannnnnnd...how's that?" The mouse sketch artist asked as he showed Mickey and Ages his drawings of the two mouse cubs from the cafe video...

"Not bad." Mickey said as he studied the works closely. "You're good Stanley. Ever considered working animation or for Disney?"

"It was a passing fling out of college." Stanley replied. "But...I wanted to be more of an asset in this field. It was my mother who was the most insistent you know? Have to please Mom which I will admit that among my sixty brothers and sisters? I was her favorite little "chubby chubs".

Ages nodded his approval. "It's detailed enough to use with the facial recognition software from the main data frame. I can't get the red tuffed cub out of my head...he was really scoping the car hard."

"Why don't we focus on him then?" Mickey said as he tapped the drawing. "The second one looks younger, probably a small fry or a "toad-ee" but this one might be a stronger player."

Ages took the drawing..."I'll go to the data lab and start running him through the main frame from "central casting" see what comes up."

"Good." Mickey replied. "Gives me time to finish filling out the official forms from this mornings talk with Skidlowski. Come and find me if you get a "hit"?"

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

554 Camp Street, Apartment 16

2pm

July 15

Tony walked to the apartment room door and peaked through the peep hole before opening the door to a small elderly female mouse with graying brown fur wearing an old red shawl. She had a small box in her paws...

"Punctual as always Miss B." Tony said with a warm smile as he stood in the open doorway.

"They're very hot and fresh from the oven Tony." Mrs Brisbey (Secret of Nimh) said smiling back. "Let them cool before you eat them."

"You look sweeter than your pastries every time you come to my door Miss B." Tony replied. "Why don't you come in and enjoy some coffee, dive into these beautiful gifts of yours and have a little chat with me? We never get enough time to spend together and...I'm not doing anything...so? Please?"

"Oh...I would Tony, honestly I would but I have to clean my apartment a little for company coming this afternoon so..." Mrs. Brisbey replied as she started to slowly back from the door.

"Oh please Misses B? Just a few moments together to sit and chat?" Tony said as he folded his hands. "Please? I insist."

"I do appreciate your offer Tony." Mrs. Brisbey replied. "Believe me. But I really must get my apartment in order and..."

"Click!" The sound of a pistol hammer clicking back pierced 's ear as she froze in place...

"Oh I think you need to rethink Tony's offer Mrs. Brisbey." Fievel said as he thumped Mrs. Brisbey's head with the end of his pistol. "Move!" Fievel snapped as he roughly pushed Mrs. Brisbey through the door and almost threw her on the floor!

"Filly?!" Tony yelped as he reached out to pull his lover away. "Let me handle all this...ok?"

"Handle what?" Fievel snorted as he frowned with death intent at Mrs. Brisbey. "Treacherous snake!"

Tony grabbed Mrs. Brisbey by her wrist when she tried to run..."Mrs. B! Don't tempt me!" Tony pulled the quivering female mouse close to him..."Don't?...Please don't make me do something I'll very much regret?"

Mrs. Brisbey started to sob as Tony pulled her to sit on his sofa...

"Five? You don't have to hover over her with that pistol." Tony said softly.

"Yeah...I do." Fievel replied as he looked at Mrs. Brisbey with a disgusted sneer. "She moves?...and "bam!" Pellet to the brain bucket."

Tony sighed as he brought a chair over to the sofa and sat with the back to Mrs. Brisbey's front. Tony straddled it for a moment in silence just tapping a paw finger on the back rest...

"Tap...tap...tap..." "Mrs B?" Tony asked. "There's poison in those pastries...isn't there?"

Mrs. Brisbey wrung her paws around her shawl...

"Well?" Fievel snorted. "We're waiting?"

"Five? Chill please?" Tony begged.

"Fricken dirty witch! Answer him!" Fievel yelped!

Tony gave Fievel a stern look..."Five? Bedroom...go."

"I'm not leaving you out here alone with this treacherous snake!" Fievel replied with his teeth gritting...

Tony got up and demanded with a pointing finger!..."Go Five! I got this!"

Fievel's lips quivered at the rebuke..."Please Filly? For gawds sake this is rough as it is on me right now? I can't concentrate here...please?"

Fievel drooped his ears and slowly walked into the bed room while Tony returned to his chair and started tapping his paw finger again...

"Tap...tap...tap..." "Mrs B?" Tony asked. "There's poison in those pastries...isn't there?"

Mrs. Brisbey nodded.

"Tap...tap...tap..." "Mrs B?" Tony asked again..."Why did you do this thing? Why? Besides paying money to buy your silence? When have I ever threatened you? When have I ever threatened your children? When have I never been charitable towards you? Paid your rent? Made sure you were taken care of? What have I done to you to earn "This" from you?"

Tony shook the box of pastries in his paws..."When?! What thing did I do to deserve you helping a "slug" of a mouse to murder me?!"

When Mrs. Brisbey did answer...Tony fell at her feet and clawed at her legs! "Tell me why you did this thing?! Mrs. B?! You've broken my heart! It hurts! Don't you realize what you've done! Gawd damn you! Answer me Damn it! WHY?!" Tony demanded. "WHY DAMN IT?! WHY?!"

Mrs. Brisbey covered her face and sobbed as Tony stood up. "I deserve an answer Mrs. B? At least to know if I must do what I must do..."

Tony pulled out a silenced 3D model gun and pointed it at Mrs. Brisbey's head..."Tell me why Mrs B? Tell me right now or so help me? Your son Timmy is going to receive your head in that box of pastries."

Mrs. Brisbey sobbed back..."My son...My son Martin...he's been with that gang for years. They...they promised they would kick him out if...if...they offered so much money...Tony!? I'm desperate! My son will die in that gang! He'll get arrested and sent to prison...I had to do something...anything! I can't loose my son!"

Tony threw Mrs. Brisbey's paws off..."Why didn't you come to me?!" Tony begged as he thumped his chest..."Me Mrs. B! Me! Why didn't you come to meeeeee! Their money is fricken junk! Let your son go? Are you fricken blind?! Why did you fall for their bull snit?! They won't let your son go! They'll kill him and you the first chance they get! And you trust them over me?!" Tony sobbed..."How could you do something so foolish?!"

Mrs. Brisbey looked up at Tony as he loomed over her..."Tony? I didn't know what to do? They offered me so much..."

Tony pushed his gun into Mrs. Brisbey's head and drove her down onto the sofa...

"Dio ti maledica per avermi trasformato in un demone che ha il coraggio di farti questa cosa!" Tony said with a disgusting sneer as he pushed the 3D two shot pistol into Mrs. Brisbey's head..."You've broken my heart! You know what I must do! I hate it! I hate what I must do too you! I love you as if you were my own mother! Damn you for bringing me to do this to you!"

"FILLY! GET OUT HERE NOW!" Tony yelped.

Fievel came out with his pistol. "You want me to clean her up?"

Tony snatched up Mrs. Brisbey, dragged her onto her knees at Fievel's feet as she screamed and left a piss trail behind her! Tony jerked her head up and Fievel shoved his pistol into her mouth!

Tony bent down..."Don't expect anyone in the building to come help you..." Tony snarled. "They know better not too. Why couldn't you have come to me for help?!"

There was horrifying and slow eternity of torture as Mrs. Brisbey begged for her life and scratched at Tony's legs. All Tony had to do was give the word and Fievel would splash her brains all over the apartment.

After a moment though...Tony slowly pushed Fievel back and the silenced revolver width drew from Mrs. Brisbey's mouth...

Tony sat on the floor as the old female mouse sobbed and shivered with terror...

"Where does Tim live Mrs. B?" Tony asked.

It took a moment for the poor female mouse to get the words out..."Deer brook County."

Tony stood up and pulled Mrs. Brisbey to her feet. "Call your son. You're moving to Deer brook. I want you out of my sight and out of my life within twenty four hours. Twenty four hours Mrs. B or I'll cut your friggen head off and mail it to your son...do you understand me?"

Mrs. Brisby cried shivering..."But my Martin?"

"Don't worry about "your Martin". Tony snorted. "Worry about yourself! Call Tim...start packing! I'll send some "boys" to help you. If I see you even once in Rodentia ever again? I'll kill you...I'll kill Tim...I'll kill Martin...I'll kill your whole damn family. Don't fluck with me."

Tony turned to Fievel..."Five? She's not to be touched. Not a wisp of fur harmed...make sure everyone understands that...capeesh?"

Fievel nodded as he grabbed Mrs. Brisbey by an arm.

"And Mrs. B?" Tony said..."Don't you dare call the cops. You call the fricken police? I'll not only kill you and your sons? I'll make sure your daughters get a good "run around the block" before they fricken die and that my dear? Could take a marathon of days to finish...understand?"

Mrs. Brisbey nodded.

"Five?" Tony said as he waved a paw. "Get her out of my damn sight."

Rodent-Dendrum Bowl

The Zootopia Grand Park

2pm July 15

Alvin and the brother finished another set five minutes before as Alvin now wandered alone over the stadium soccer field kicking a ball around and trying not to look upset...

The phantom feeling of disgusting paws feeling over his crotch were still present, making the chipmunk wince to himself at the bothersome "dirty-ness" of the act...

"Little bitch! You're "my" fricken property! I own your ass!"

Alvin screwed his face, closed his eyes and gave the soccer ball a hard wild kick! It sailed through the air and landed into the chest of his older brother as he was walking up...

"Thump!"..."Nice shot Alvin!" Simon said smiling.

"Oh!" Alvin quickly recovered. "Great huh? I can't wait till High School when we can get out of home schooling and I can sign up for Varsity ball!"

Simon juggled the ball around and kicked it back to Alvin..."You're good at it. But you know me? Absolute geek with two left feet."

Alvin bopped the ball in the air with his knees. "Big deal. You're a specialist in your own way Simon."

"Are you alright Alvin?" Simon asked suddenly.

"Huh? Yeah I'm fine! Why?" Alvin asked as he kicked the ball around Simon as he stood observing.

"You sound a little off on the last set...and you sort of looked a little lost." Simon said.

"Yeah..." Alvin replied. "We've been playing all day and you know me? I have a little ADD don't I? "Chuckles"..."Plus you're the biggest diversion of all..."snickle snicky"..."

"I'm just being your concerned older brother." Simon said as he crossed his arms. "I'd act the same way with Theodore too. Maybe we should take a break, go to dinner, then do another session before stopping for the rest of the night?"

"That's cool." Alvin replied as he looked around. "Where is Theodore?"

"He developed a sudden interest in all the technical sound management and Mister Mackie is taking him around the stadium." Simon replied.

Alvin took a deep breath and slowly began to walk back to the stage with Simon behind him..."I have a sudden craving for "totally sick" and gooey ice cream. Let's get Theodore! He'll love that!"

"Ok." Simon replied as he started to pick up his steps as Alvin began to almost run walk ahead of him..."Alvin? Slow down?!"

"Time is money Simon! We don't have it to waist! As "you" so often say my dear older loving bro!" Alvin said as he spotted Theodore standing with Mister Mackie and didn't break his stride as he snatched the yougest chipmunk by his wrist. "Hi Mister Mackie! Bye Mister Mackie! Theodore we're going for ice cream, I'm paying, start licking your lips!"

"Ice cream and you're paying?!" Theodore said gleefully. "You're just being super awesome today Alvin!"

"Because you are such a super awesome younger brother Theodore." Alvin said cheerfully but in his mind he was super upset..."You keep your fricken hands off my brothers you sick flucks." Alvin thought to himself...

"I'm looking forward to a big gooey Sunday!" Theodore yelped as the three chipmunks walked out of the stadium to the shops and restaurants along a street called "Stadium row" which was still bustling with rodents even when nothing was going on in the stadium itself...

It didn't take long of course for the brothers to get "mobbed" as they walked up to "Jimmy Jimmies", a popular ice cream and shake chain in Little Rodentia...

"IT'S THEM! IT'S THE CHIPMUNKS!" A little female mouse in a blue dress screamed out as the brothers came through the door of the ice cream parlor. The little female jumped up to Alvin and lip locked him as his brothers stood laughing!

"Mmmmmm...wah! Oh my gawd you are sooooooo cute in mammal-son! (Person)" The little female mouse giggled.

"It's a gift." Alvin replied as he played with her head bow. "Want my autograph?"

"Please? Sign my bow?" The female mouse gasped as she hopped up and down.

"Of course..." Alvin replied as he reached out and scribbled his name on the fabric. A server gently pulled her away...

"Ok everyone! Let the Chipmunks enjoy themselves for a little bit alone. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to meet you after they have what they want." The female rat asked gently.

Simon stood up on a chair. "Here's what I'll do for everyone in the parlor now...someone please hold the doors?" Simon waited till the doors were guarded...

"If you'll all honor our time together and hold your excitement? I will get all your names and if you're going to attend our concert in two days? You'll all get in for free!"

There was loud clapping and cheering among the young rodents in the parlor as Simon and his brothers sat down...

"That was a smart play Simon!" Theodore said as he looked at a menu.

"Should have just said half off." Alvin slightly snorted. "We have bills and costs to play Simon before we take profits there Mister Vandermunk?"

"We can afford to be a little charitable with our fans Alvin." Simon replied. "It fits our long range plans."

Theodore pointed to a huge Sundae in the menu..."I want this Alvin! A mega-blaster chocolate float!"

"Order away there Theodore! Make yourself sick." Alvin said as he propped his feet up on the table. Suddenly...the encrypted phone buzzed in his pocket...

"Uh? Let me out Simon? I have to use the can." Alvin chirped as he pointed.

"Oh..." Simon replied as he jumped up and gestured. "Don't get fan raped while you're in there?"

"I can only hope." Alvin said confidently as he got up and walked to the bathroom to check what was on the gang phone...

"10pm tonight. Make sure your brothers are "taken care of". Don't be late. No excuses. Jackal."

"Ten oh clock?!" Alvin gasped. "Ten?!" He took a moment to sit pissed off on the toilet then replied...

"You're asking too much! I can't do that time!"

Jackal replied...

"I tell you...you flucken do it! When the boss says you jump? You fricken jump or your brothers fricken DIE! Shut the fluck up and do what you're told you little chippy fluck!"

Alvin twisted his face and replied...

"All right! All right! 10pm!"

Alvin jumped up, stomped a foot, kicked the stall door to slamming open and stood at the bathroom door breathing himself into a calm before he walked out into the parlor.

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

554 Camp Street, Apartment 16

3:38pm

July 15

Tony sat at the kitchen table slowly drinking a cup of coffee as Fievel walked up and took a seat...

"Pixy and Dixie are over there with a crew helping Mrs Brisbey now. Timmy Brisbey wants to see you." Fievel said. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah..." Tony nodded. "I need to make a call so tell Timmy it has to be quick and he'd better watch his mouth. Who talked to him?"

"I did." Fievel replied. "But he probably doesn't want to hear it from a little squirt you know?"

Tony took a deep breath..."Ok...let him in...but warn him again to watch his mouth."

Fievel walked out of the apartment and a few minutes later...Timmy Brisbey came in and stood with his arms folded with an angry look on his face...

"Hello Tim." Tony said. "I know you're probably steamed three ways to Sunday about all this but..."

"Steamed isn't the word for it." Timmy snapped back. "There's a lot I could say that would probably get me shot right now...chief being? You're nothing less than a low life flucking ass hole thug."

Tony slowly slipped off his chair and stood with his paws in his pants pockets. "Yes...yeah...I am a thug perhaps...But a real thug? An honest to gawd thug who has no damn scruples? He could have butchered your mother and that's what those Squeejee bastards would have done after she poisoned me. First? They would have blown your brother Martin's brains all over a wall and then they would have killed your mother...I'm not sure if they would have just killed her or if they would have raped the shit out of her first then killed her but she'd be dead. She would be dead...Martin would be dead...and that would have been that."

Tony got in Timmy's face..."A real thug wouldn't have given a snit about your Mom or your brother. I "could" have "whacked" your mother if I didn't give a fluck about her but I give a fluck about her which is why YOU will take her to Deer brook and NEVER bring her back to Rodentia ever again. I give her that amount of grace."

Timmy snapped back. "Grace?! Grace?! You shoved a flucken gun in my mother's mouth and call it grace?!"

Tony slapped Timmy in the face, snatched his shirt and forced his 3D printer gun down the young mouse's mouth!...

"You want to press your luck now too? You skinny little corn husk eating farming fluck?!" Tony snapped! "Huh?! Wanna play with me kid?"

Tony pulled his gun from Timmy's mouth..."I do care. Which is why I'm going to get your brother out of that gang and send him home to his mother. A real dirty tail hole of a fricken thug wouldn't give a snit."

Timmy frowned..."Still doesn't change my opinion of you." He said clenching his fists. "I'll still hate you."

"As if I give a flying fluck what you think?" Tony snorted back. "Don't play hero Tim? You'll only make it worse for your mother and right now? She should be the whole center of your world. Now get the fluck out of my apartment before I do become a real thug you little ass hole."

Timmy slowly backed away and walked past Fievel with a hate filled look..."Hmph...taking little cubs to hell with you? You really are a snit bag."

Fievel said nothing as he closed the door.

"Filly?" Tony asked with a gesture for Fivel to come to him. "Tell Pixy and Dixie to keep an eye on him? If he so much as twitches wrong? Tell them to cut off his tail and make him have oral sex with it."

"How original." Fievel snickered back.

"Get outa here you little snit?" Tony huffed with a push on Fievel's head. "I got to make an important phone call."

Fievel reached for a paw..."How about a moment of peace for you? Let me calm you down Tone Tone?"

"Later snugs...later?" Tony said as he rubbed Fievel's chin. "Now go and make sure she's being move out fast enough ok?"

Tony waited till Fievel was gone before he grabbed his smart phone to make a call...

"Zootopia Police Department Precinct Six central operator, how shall I direct your call?" The police operator asked.

"Yes Mam...I'm looking for Officer Mickey Oswald from street division? Is he available?" Tony asked as he laid on the couch...

After a few moments went by..."Good afternoon, Officer Mickey Oswald, Street division, how many I help you?"

"Hi Steam boat Willy!" Tony said with cheerful innocence.

"Afternoon Tony." Mickey replied. "How are you?"

"Got some great news for you." Tony replied. "I got a full time job now. Just got hired over at Jinxy's autos as a parts controller."

"Fantastic!" Mickey replied. "I'm always positive about you Tony. It's good to see you're moving in the right direction."

"Well..." Tony replied. "I guess you did have an effect on me after all. So? The reason why I'm calling you Officer Mickey is I have a little problem you could help me with. Sort of a favor to an old female mouse who's been like a mother to me you know? A real "swell" who could use some help."

"Oh?" Mickey replied. "What's up?"

"Well...she has a son who's been "gang banging" around. I know the kid too. He's a Junior at Green Valley High. Name's Martin Brisbey." Tony said as he looked at his paw and played with his fingers.

"Ok...go on, I'm listening?" Mickey said.

"Well? I wanna scare him strait. Get him out of the gang life and get him home to his mother in Deer brook. But it's gonna have to involve a little "under the table" involvement by a pair of cops you know?"

"You want us to arrest him?" Mickey asked.

"In a sort of round a bout way." Tony replied. "Hear me out ok? I know he's pushing smack around, I've seen the signs, I know what to look for and I can swear he's dealing crap. What I want to do is put him into a drug deal gone wrong see? I have a bunch of pals who could play a few "tuffs" and act this whole thing out...bring this "Martin squeak" to an inch of his life, make him piss his undies and then you guys take him home to his mother...end of story."

"You're asking a stretch there Tony." Mickey replied. "A lot of what you're scheming is department illegal."

"And what's worse Steam Boat? A wasted life? A mother's broken heart? Another young mouse sent to the slammer? How about you cops invest some time in preventing jail over-population for once?! You always told me I had the capacity to go strait and do good and I want to prove it to you that I can! Now are you gonna help me or what?" Tony begged. "Officer Mickey? I'm pleading with you for a mother's sake ...work with me here?"

Mickey sighed..."I'm going to regret this some how..."

"You'll help me?" Tony asked.

"I'll...do it. But! You have to help me keep it "Under the table Tony! You got that? "Under...the...table." Mickey warned.

"Yes Sir!" Tony replied. "Let me make some calls and I'll meet you tonight at the coffee shop on Ben and Jerry Ave at say...7pm?"

"Alright." Mickey replied. "7pm."

ZPD Precinct Six "Fort Bronco"

Criminal Investigations Division (CID)

4:43pm July 15

Acres came walking up to Mickey like he could do an Irish jig...

"You found something?" Mickey asked.

"A little bit about our young subject." Acres replied. "Meet Jimmy Teodoro. 13 years old and already a class A pick pocket and fence. Picked up twice for "picking" starting at age nine, his older brother was his teacher, I think you remember what happened to him a few years ago?"

Mickey nodded. Johnny Teodoro...progressed from picking pockets to armed robbery. Shot during a store hold up two years ago."

Ages pulled out a picture..."And there's our little screamer taking a chunk out of Officer Boston's tail. The little snit."

Ages showed Mickey another picture, the platform camera one from the pocket heist a few days back where Tony Toponi was falsely accused..."How much you want to bet me that this little speed demon running behind Tony Toponi isn't Teodoro?" Ages said as he pointed to a blotch of red poking out from under a hat used to obscure the pick pocket's face from the camera...

Mickey studied the photo intently. "Looks to be about the right size for a cub his age?"

"Yeah..." Ages said as he stood sipping a "mouse-la-tay" "And get this? He goes to school...an 8th grader at Sandlewood Middle School."

Mickey replied. "Are you saying we go to the school and bring him in?"

"Oh no." Ages replied. "I'm saying we should warrant his school record. See if he has a history of tardiness or truancy then bounce the dates and times to any pick pocket cases around town. See if we can layer the dirt so when we do decide to pick him up? He might be compelled to sing like a bird. What do you think?"

Mickey nodded back. "Sounds like a plan to me. We shouldn't be in a rush to bring Teodoro in I guess. I do want to go to that cartage company however and talk more with the owner to understand why they used such an out of date armored car to make that night time run."

"Yeah..." Ages said..."How do we know the owner's not pulling something for himself from this heist?"

Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen

554 Camp Street

Mrs. Brisbey's old apartment

6pm

July 15

Fievel snuggled his head over Tony's back as they stood in the now empty apartment...

"You did the right thing "Tone Tone"...Fievel said as he hugged tightly. "Me? I probably would have "clipped" her but you showed awesome compassion. I don't think any mafia father would have been as generous."

Tony sighed deeply..."She was one of the real good one's you know? The only mouse who ever showed me the time of day when I was such a messed up cub. Beside you Five? She kept my head nice and level...damn...damn this sucks. She could have come to me? I would have got Martin out...with a little bloody mess left behind but he'd be out."

"And Spiro?" Fievel asked. "When are we gonna take care of that problem? The flucker needs to be "whacked" for pulling this rotten snit. He's gonna know real soon that Mrs. B is gone and you know what he tried to do. Sheesh...why the fluck should you work with Officer Mickey? That Martin is as good as flucken cat food any way."

"Gottah see it through Five." Tony replied as he clenched his paws. "I owe Mrs. B at least that amount of respect. As for Spiro? I think he's gonna be ready to "suck cock" really fast to save his stupid ass. We'll play him like the bitch he is. I want to avoid a street war at all costs between us because all that will serve is the flucken rats and you know we both hate those smelly fluck sticks worse than each other."

Fievel grabbed Tony's paws and smiled as he pulled him..."Come on "Tone Tone"...let me please you and get all the stress out?" The young mouse said seductively.

"I gotta get this thing done with Officer Mickey first." Tony replied. "Then? You can rape the snit out of me all night if you want, ok kid?"

Fivel giggled back..."Ok. But be careful? Mickey might be playing your fiddle for his own scratch too you know? You sure you don't want me to drop an ear?"

"No." Tony replied. "Stay home and keep our bed toasty. And don't get any dumb ideas!" Tony warned. "Don't make me flucken strap your ass for disrespect kid? I'm not playing!"

Fievel dropped his pants and underwear and bent over...pulling his tail up to present himself..."Oh please...Mia Capi? Please abuse me?"

"Get the fluck outah here you little Capazo de Sporsa!" Tony snickered as he soft kicked Fievel into a four footed run with his pants still down around his ankles! "Pull those pants up you crazy little snit!" Tony yelped!

The Hotel Milton

Downtown Little Rodentia

7pm

July 15

Theodore burst from the bathroom in his tighty whites after taking a bath and sang with a fur bruh up to his mouth...

Darling, yoooooooooou wooo wooo woooooo send me

I know yoooooooooou wooo wooo woooooo send me

Darling, yoooooooooou wooo wooo woooooo send me

Honest, yoooooooou do, honest, yoooooooooou do

Honest, you doooooooo, WAAA WAAA WOOOE WA WOOOE!

Simon and Alvin clapped and cheered their little brother..."Oh that?! Oh that "HAS" to be sung at the concert." Simon said. "Theodore? You nailed that so sweet!"

"You two thing so?" Theodore asked.

"Oh yeah..."Alvin replied nodding. "Sheesh, why are we keeping him at the drums with few vocals right? Yeah! You're singing that at the concert and don't pull any "I dunno guys?" on us!"

Alvin jumped off his bed and removed and tossed his underwear over his shoulder without a care..."I'm going next. You and Simon work out when you want to do the solo Theodore."

"I think that can wait and so can you Alvin." Simon snorted. "Middle cub must hang."

Alvin jumped in front of Simon! "Hey! I called the bathroom next Doctor Whoot?!"

"Maybe we should "both" go since you have such a problem with washing your back? Standing behind you in a line isn't the most pleasurable "experience" there...Alvin." Simon said as he walked to the bathroom with Alvin on his heels...

Once inside...Simon closed the door and quickly dropped his underwear around his ankles..."Come on Alvin? Give me a quick suck?"

Alvin pretended to giggle but in his head he was terrified...those cameras...

"Hey? Simon? I'm really tired after practice today you know? Can't we just do a normal shower tonight and get it done quick?" Alvin asked.

Simon gave him a slight frown..."How about you dispense with the excuses, get on your knees and give me some oral stimulation there... little brother? Hurry up?"

Alvin hesitated..."Come on Simon? I'm just not in the mood for it right now and..."

Simon snorted as he snatched Alvin's head and forced him onto his knees! "Keep your voice down Alvin! Now...suck...my...dick...little brother?"

Alvin resigned himself to the act despite his fear...opening his mouth to accept Simon's hardness...

"Yeah...been a little "quiet" lately hasn't it Alvin? Simon moaned as he slowly flucked into his little brother's mouth. "Don't forget to get a ball licking or two in the mixture there "sex-pert"

Alvin tried to pull himself back to stop the obvious "free porn" for that gang of bastards and their hidden cameras but Simon snatched him by his head and thrusted himself hard against Alvin's lips!

"Uh...uh...uh...!" Simon moaned and sighed as he almost pushed Alvin back off his knees with every hard thrust! "Yeah...suck it harder Alvin! Come on...at least try to show you're enjoying it?" Simon yelped. As he reached orgasm...Simon clamped his paws hard on Alvin's head and shot gobs of his spew against the back of Alvin's throat!

"Damn Simon!" Alvin complained as he pulled off and sat on his paws and knees spitting gobs of cum..."Did you have to be so rough?!" Alvin flopped to his paws and knees and gagged hard as he coughed cum all over the bathroom floor..."Cough!...Damn...cough!...ugh..."

"Well if you didn't resist? I wouldn't have to be so rough would I?" Simon said as he pulled Alvin off the floor. "Quick, let's shower so Theodore doesn't start feeling left alone."

"Ok...cough...you dick!" Alvin replied. "But let's do it quick with no funny stuff? I really am tired and I'm just not into anything ok?."

Simon rubbed Alvin's back as he turned on the shower. "There's nothing wrong with a little "paw love" is there? Why are you being so resistant today?"

"I'm not being resistant!" Alvin snapped back. "I'm tired all right! Do you understand that Simon?! I'm not your fricken sex cushion all the damn time! I'm fricken TIRED!"

Alvin slapped his paws to his mouth as he realized he'd screamed out!..."Oh...snit."

"Hey you guys?" Theodore asked from the other side of the bathroom door. "What's up?"

"Alvin's rushing us through the shower because he's tired and not feeling too good." Simon said as he petted Alvin on the back.

"Yeah..." Alvin replied. "I just got cranky that's all Theodore."

"Alright." Theodore replied. "Outbreak's coming on in like five minutes if you want to watch it?"

"That's cool!" Alvin replied. "I'll pour our chocolate milks when I get out ok?"

"Ok!" Theodore replied. Alvin elbow butted Simon as he heard Theodore running back to his bed..."You jerk." Alvin snapped quietly. "Why don't you listen to me when I tell you I'm not in the mood?"

"Ok I'm sorry...sheesh...relax Alvin?" Simon replied.

"You got me so upset...I almost blew it to Theodore...what's he gonna think if he finds out about us?" Alvin worried.

"I'm sure he'll give it a passing grade or something like that Alvin, stop shivering and let's finish this shower..." Simon replied as he poured shampoo over his little brother's body..."I'm sorry if I got a little too rough..."

Alvin reached back for a paw..."Will you hold me for a little bit while I lather up?" Alvin asked as he pushed back against Simon's body. "Hold me and say some sweet things to me? I want to hear you talk to me...It'll calm me down for sure."

Simon wrapped his arms around Alvin's waist and spoke softly into his ear..."You? You are the gentle blanket of my evening. The sweet and tender warmth I love to caress that satisfies my every desire..."

Alvin giggled..."I love how you speak Simon. A little corny yet very pleasant to hear."

The Dipsy Brew

coffee shop on Ben and Jerry Ave

Downtown Little Rodentia

7pm

July 15

Tony was dressed in a light blue collar shirt, a deep blue tie and a clean pair of jeans as he walked into the Dipsy Brew and saw Mickey Oswald sitting in his ZPD street uniform at a table...

"Aye? Look-ee here uh?" Tony said as he gestured to himself. "Evening Steam Boat."

"Well look at you!" Mickey replied. "You've even styled your head tuff? Sheesh at least leave some of the old you the same Tony? I actually liked your wild unkempt look."

"Baw you flat paws..." Tony said as he shook Mickey's paw and sat down. "I love this joint. They make the best apple pies in all Rodentia."

"Let me buy you one then?" Mickey asked.

"Oh no...you don't pay a cent for anything me Amigo, I have your tab." Tony said as he pulled out his wallet.

"You make me happy Tony." Mickey replied. "I was always cheering for you to go strait ever since the first time I cuffed you, which trust me it wasn't a happy thing for me to do at all."

"Yeah...a ticked off nine year old with a hand gun usually doesn't get a nice arrest you know. But I didn't grudge you, honestly. That was the nicest squad car I ever got cuffed into. And who would have thought I'd end up singing that crazy kid song you put on the radio while we road to the station? I thought that was the most brain destroying tune in the whole world you know?"

"A world of laughter, a world of tears..." "Trust me Tony, I regretted playing that song for weeks." Mickey chuckled. "So tell me about this Martin mouse? Why do you want to spring this cub for some gang?"

Tony replied. "I thought I explained that already Officer Mickey? It's a favor for an old female mouse that did me good turns you know? She worries about her son so much and I can't stand to see her in pain so I wanna scare the piss out of the wayward mite and send him home to Deer brook county before he ends up in a pine box or a can of illegal cat food."

Mickey nodded..."Ok? And me and my partner come in as hero cops?"

"No...you two come in as big guns for a "familia", a couple of heavy hitter guns who are gonna take our "sucker" for his last ride to graves-ville, I mean scare his ass so bad he's having serious colostomy in his shorts you know?" Tony replied as he gestured with his hands.

"And you already got some friends who are going to act as actors?" Mickey asked.

"Yeah." Tony replied. "See? I told Mister Jinx the whole problem and asked if he could maybe help? Do a little "big-ee" intrusion into Rodentia and just snatch martin up off the streets but he explained how that was "boo koo" illegal as sin. Even the big-ee's at ZPD can't set their feet into Little Rodenia right? Would cause a mad scurry and chaos and end of the world heart attacks? So Mister Jinx is going to supply some "tuffs" from his "repo division" to set this Martin squib up in a drug deal gone wrong sort of act job."

Mickey thought for a moment..."I think my partner and I could play the bad actors? What do we do with Martin?"

"Throw him into the trunk, make sure he bounces around a lot, drop him off at his brother's house in Deer brook county. Here's the address." Tony said as he handed Mickey a piece of paper. "Trust me Officer Mickey, you'll be doing good for a female mouse who's been like my mother. I can't ask less."

Mickey sipped his coffee and nibbled on a piece of cheese as he and Tony talked..."Now I have something to ask you?" Mickey said as he pulled an envelope from a bag. "Look at this picture? This was from that train platform pick pocket swipe you got falsely accused of."

"Again?" Tony asked. "Why me?"

"Just look at this picture and this one here." Mickey said as he showed the surveillance shot from the coffee house the armored car driver visited before that heist. "See the mouse cub running behind you in this shot? I'm thinking he's this one in this camera shot. Did you hear about the robbery of that armored car on Peppermint?"

Tony replied. "Yeah...news said who ever did it had this "dialed in" perfectly. Must be like a big mafia connected gang to make that big a strike."

"That's what we think." Mickey replied. "Well this little cub here with the red head tuft might have been involved. I think he's the one who snatched that wallet and almost got you blamed."

Tony snarled..."Little flucken tail hole."

"You know who he is?" Mickey asked.

"No...but I can tell he's looking hard at something." Tony snorted. "Look at the face? Remember how you busted me "picking" at 11 years old that one day at the Mouse pride festival? I "cop'd" that same focus snoot."

"So you think he was involved too?" Mickey asked.

"No doubt." Tony replied.

Mickey patted Tony's paw..."Tony? You have street smarts. If you can dig anything up on this mouse cub that might help us solve the armored car case? Would you?"

Tony pursed his lips. "I promised you I went strait Officer Mickey and I intend to keep it. If I dig up anything? You got it...me Amigo."

"Thanks Tony." Mickey replied. "Then consider me and my partner a lock for your little acting performance. Just call us when you're ready."

"You bet." Tony replied. "And thanks Steam boat."

End of Chapter 6