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 13
The Hotel Milton
Downtown Little Rodentia
9am
July 17
Alvin stopped in the middle of brushing his teeth to think...Jackal was dead. He could still hear the mouse screeching and screaming as he was dragged away..."Alvin! Don't let them kill me! I love you! I wanna get out of the gang! Alvin!"...and then there was Tony Toponi right next to him..."Sooner or later? He will fricken slice your throat open and jack himself off as you die. He's throwing lies in your face kid."
Alvin believed Toponi and relaxed his balled up paws at the thought that Jackal was killed by a truck. As of yet there was no mention of his possible demise on the news nor the news of their fat muskrat contact who also got "iced" by Tony's gang. Alvin remembered what Tony warned the night before..."They're going to be pissed when they find out their number two rodent got the "big whack-a-roo" and the first rodent they'll come calling on is you. Play yourself good."
A knock on the door and Simon walked in as Alvin continued to brush..."You keep brushing and you'll have no teeth."
"Well I can't show myself with gold colored teeth and lousy breath." Alvin replied. "You still upset at me?"
"No." Simon replied. "And you were right Alvin...I was childish, of course I was jealous. I kinda felt dumped off."
Alvin turned..."Where's Theodore?"
"Out getting breakfast." Simon replied.
Alvin slowly walked up to Simon, wrapped his arms around his neck and softly kissed him..."And I'm sorry for saying those mean things to you last night. Of course I love you Simon...after all...you're my brother but maybe...maybe it's time to kinda let go the incest thing and find lovers for ourselves? Don't you think that's better and safer for us?"
Simon sighed..."Of course...as always you tend to have your logical moments amidst your sly insanity."
Simon gently pushed Alvin away..."Now finish up so we can get breakfast before we have to go to the stadium for some last preps before tonight?"
Alvin grabbed a paw and snuggled it to his chin. "You really are the best of us Simon...in many ways..." Alvin said seductively.
"Uh?...uh?...yeah...get finished up Alvin! Sheesh you move like a snail!" Simon suddenly snapped out as Theodore came walking into the hotel room..."Yub! Yub! Yub! I bring in the grub!"
Alvin was just coming out of the bathroom, pulling his sweater on, when a knock came from the hotel room door. "I'll get it." Simon said as he walked from the kitchen table to answer the knocking...
Simon opened the door to see two large rats wearing business suits staring down at him..."Is Mister Alvin Seville here?" One of them asked.
"Yes...I'm him." Alvin replied as he walked up.
One of the rats flashed a badge. "Detectives Forman and Face from ZPD headquarters Rodentia Division. Mister Seville? Your bike was picked up near the scene of a hit and run this morning and we'd like to ask you some questions if we can. Would you come with us please? It will only take a moment."
Alvin replied. "I wasn't riding my bike last night. It was chained up on the rack outside the hotel, I swear."
"You're not a suspect Mister Seville." Face replied. "We just need to know if you were a wittiness or not. The questioning can't be done here."
Simon frowned. "He was here with us. My brother Theodore and I can vouch for that."
Forman pulled out a pair of paw cuffs. "Resisting a summons by police for questioning is a reason for arrest. Please don't make us "perp walk" you through the hotel Mister Seville?"
Alvin waved a paw. "If it's just for questioning, of course I'll cooperate. Give it a few minutes guys?" Alvin gestured to his brothers as he followed the big rats down the hall and into an elevator...
Suddenly! Face snatched Alvin off his feet while Foreman quickly frisked his whole body! "Smart play there Chippy." Face snarled into Alvin's face...
"You're not cops?!" Alvin squealed as the two brute rats carried him out of the elevator and through the door of another room where he was almost slammed into the carpet! "What?! What are you doing?! Let go of me! Let go!"
From the bedroom...Shadesnout Luckyeyes "Snout" The Westy Nimh boss walked out slowly holding a baseball bat in his paws..."Good morning Alvin? Sleep well?" The grey rat asked as he gestured with the bat to have Alvin rolled onto his back after he was stripped to his underpants! The two other big rats pulled his arms and legs out wide to his sides as he struggled and screeched! "No one can hear you screaming there Chippy...I own this whole fricken floor." "Snout" growled. He lightly struck Alvin's testicles with the end of the baseball bat which caused Alvin to grimace hard..."You? Get the gist of my language there Chippy?"
"Snout" knelt down next to Alvin's head..."Now? You little cock sucker...We're going to play "question and consequences"...I ask the questions and depending on your answer? You may receive a consequence...and don't worry, I promise I will not leave your brothers out of it. By the way? Jackal is dead. My poor devoted number 2, my smart and beneficial under boss got run over last night by a truck. The driver says he threw himself in front of it. My boys went to see Chochi and his squeeze confirmed that he's breathing so...that leaves me with one question...did you get a piss in your pants to kill my under boss kid? Did you pay that truck driver to "whack" Jackal? Are you even daring to fluck with me kid? Convince me this is not so? Make me a believer in you Alvin or so help me you and your brothers will lack balls before you all die."
Alvin yipped out..."WE WERE LOVERS!..."Well?...not willing lovers I can tell you that!"
There was a silence...
"We were lovers...but he forced himself on me!" Alvin said. "Jackal was a homosexual but he kept it hidden from you because he was afraid of you! He forced himself on me...he beat me up!...he put his gun to my head! He forced me to have sex with him a bunch of times! I fought him off! He hated you! He hated the gang! He begged me to help him escape but I told him no, that he was crazy, that I actually hated his guts! HE RAPED ME! He ran from me after we left Chochi's house so I ran back to our hotel because we got into a fight and I was afraid he'd bull snit something to you and you'd come kill me and my brothers! I didn't know he was going to kill himself! Honest! Please?! Please don't hurt my brothers?!"
Shadesnout stood tapping the bat against his shoulder..."I always suspected that rodent was a damn queer. Big loss to my organization but he served his time well. Shadesnout gestured his brutes to let Alvin go. "Ok. I accept your answer. You're in the clear. If Jackal hurt you...I'm sorry. I guess he knew where he was gonna stand and he whacked himself off."
Alvin sat rubbing his arms..."I suppose I'll still be your mule."
"Just because that little fag's now a road pizza doesn't change the deal." "Snout" snorted back. "You'll have a new handler in a day and since you have a concert tonight, you should get a break from your labors...Unless you and your faggot brother need to do some catching up huh?"
Alvin snapped! He jumped up to charge "Snout" and took the end of the bat into his stomach!
"A little rash don't you think Chippy?" "Snout" snarled as he grabbed Alvin by his head tuft and pulled him up. "Pretty obvious what I think of faggot mammals huh Alvin? Maybe you shouldn't be a little "butt ranger" then you wouldn't have been caught on film? Keep that in the back of your head..."fag."
"Snout" threw Alvin onto the floor!
"And?" Snout snarled. "Any money you get from your performance tonight for yourself? You give to me...otherwise...we'll play just a game "with" nothing but consequences. You understand this is business...right Alvin?"
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
554 Camp Street, Apartment 16
9am
July 17
"They bought it huh?" Tony said to the female mouse who stood counting the money in her hands.
"With my worn out pussy they did." The light brown and long black head tuft female "Jaddah" said..."I'll admit though? The one who called himself "Newburry?" was a sweet rat to play with."
"And they didn't stay long right?" Tony asked.
"Nope. They were satisfied he's still among the living. After they got their piece of pie." Jaddah replied.
Tony turned to Fievel. "Give Chesher a call and tell him he can go on with his performance now Filly? Just tell him to be careful not to make any appearance promises. Have him tell the Westy's that he's in the Meadows looking over some farming land for a "project" and he'll be available in two weeks. That gives us plenty of time."
Fievel answered. "You got it."
Tony looked at his smart phone, scrolled through his contacts and hit the dial number...
"Good morning..." A female voice answered. "You've reached the office of Saul Shrewman. When you're life's taken a fall, it's better you call Saul. This is his secretary, how many I help you?"
"You could help me by making a shorter intro there toots." Tony said as he lay back on his couch. "Where's Jimmy? It's Tony Toponi, I need to converse with ol "Slippy Sip Cup" dig?"
A few moment of silence went by...
"This is Saul Shrewman, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with today?"
"Robert Redfawn, who did you think?" Tony snickered. "What's up "Sippy Cup"?"
"You call me that again and I'll sue you for micro aggression stress disorder." The shrew replied with a sneer. "You better be calling me with some kind of employment Toponi?"
"I have a proposal you might like there "Cup Cup." A case that's sure to put your furry butt high on the hog, make you the number one "go to cheese boy" all time attorney in Zootopia. And not just for the rodents alone there I might add? But certainly all of Zootopia will want you when you're done being a classy public defender of a much maligned Chipmunk." Tony said as he played his fingers through his thick hair tuft...
"Go on? I'm biting for more." Saul said.
"I'm gonna try and "jip out" the Seville brothers with a scam...only I'll be scamming some other scammers out of their opportunities. I want you to defend the Sevilles and screw my pootch...though not literally you understand."
Saul rubbed his chin..."I'm salivating now...go on?"
"Here's the jist of my concept...I've got the "goods" on Alvin Seville see? He's a little "fruity cup" who likes "Brotherly cookie and cream pie" I'm going to let it all fly in the public so we can under cut the Westy Nimh Gang. Big show, big trial, lots of publicity...course it'll be all fake you see. But you'll get mega exposure and I'm sure a ton of business for a successful defense of Alvin's reputation. Now? How does that all sound to you?" Tony asked.
Saul replied. "It sounds like you better get your skinny tailed behind over to my office so we can plot this whole adventure out and I can build my case ahead of time. It's 9:30 now...can you be here at eleven?"
"Sure." Tony replied. "It's a date. You sure you don't want to come back to do some scamming "Cuppy cup?" Being a legal stiff is way too boring and unproductive for a smart rodent like yourself."
"Spare me the nice stuff Toponi and just be here." Saul replied with a snort before he hung up.
Tony looked at his phone..."Sheesh...love you too there Shrewy."
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Millford Middle School
9am
July 17
"Jimmy Teodoro...report to the Principles office. Jimmy Teodoro...report to the Principles office. " The call came over the P.A. system as Jimmy and his "right paw" Enzi Delveki were going to their next class.
"Bad boy...bad boy." Enzi said as he wagged his paw finger in Jimmy's face.
"Cut it out you smeck!" Jimmy snorted back. "Don't forget to drop Mister Flailey's "cut" in the flask as you walk in ok?" Jimmy said as he waved and walked off towards the Principle's office. His first indication as to why he was being called was the obvious "nude cop" undercover car parked in the front of the school building as Jimmy passed by a big picture window. The red head tuffed young mouse stopped to send a quick text to Tony...
"Cops...school...blurbble..." He typed quickly indicating that the police were at his school and he was about to be questioned...
"Good morning Miss Kyle." Jimmy said cheerfully to the Principle's secretary.
"Mister Forsythe is in his office with two police-rodents Jimmy. They want to see you." The Secretary said.
"Huh?" Jimmy acted surprised. "I didn't do anything."
"I don't know why they're here for you." The secretary replied. "Just go in the office and see what they want."
Jimmy walked into the Principle's office where Principle Forsythe, a red squirrel, sat at his desk with the two ZPD police mice from Fort Bronco, Officer Wally Credit ( A brown and black mouse) and Officer Skim Weezy (A dark brown bark colored mouse)...
"James? These two officers would like to talk to you." Forsythe said as he gestured.
"I haven't done anything." Jimmy said.
"We're not implying that." Officer Credit replied. "We just want to ask you some questions about a crime we believe you may have witnessed a few days ago." Credit said. He turned to Forsythe..."This has to be between your student and ourselves Sir."
"You can't ask me anything unless my guardians are present." Jimmy huffed as he sat with his arms crossed.
"Not unless we have a signed warrent to do so." Credit replied as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his suit coat. "Oh look at this? A signed question warrant, how handy?"
Jimmy smiled back. "You came prepared."
Forsythe walked out of the office as Jimmy was gestured to sit in his chair at his desk. "What do you officers want to know?"
Credit took out a folder from a briefcase..."Do you know about the armored car robbery a few nights ago?"
"Heard about it on the news." Jimmy replied.
"Were you out on the night of July 15th." Officer Weezy asked.
"Yeah." Jimmy replied. "I played basketball and "Mouse mush" (Dodge ball) with some friends until about eleven and then "Bummed around" until Two or Three." Jimmy answered.
"Who were some of your friends?" Credit asked.
"Rupert Quagmire (Mouse) from my science class. Lori (mouse) from "Home Ec". Vinny (Shrew) from "P.E." and Wally (Mouse) from History class." Jimmy answered.
"Then where did you go?" Weezy asked. "Oh? What park did you play in?"
"We were at Oswald Rabbit memorial park and after that I just went around the block, bumped into another friend of mine and we went to "Hava Java Trails". Thought we'd ask for some money or get some "smokes" if anyone would give them to us?"
"I like this kid's honesty." Credit said as he took notes. "Did you get any?"
"We got a talking too by a pair of police officers." Jimmy replied. "My friend who was with me got a little "lippy" with them after they said we should be home in bed. We just hung for a while throwing a ball around the parking lot, not like we were plotting larceny or car theft you know?"
Weezy pulled a photo out of a manilla folder..."See this?"
Jimmy looked down at the picture..."Yeah?"
"Is that your friend who was with you that night?" Weezy asked.
"Yeah...that's Fievel." Jimmy replied.
"You?...you're looking rather intensely away from Fievel there Jimmy. In fact? The video this picture came from has you quite interested in something. Even when your friend was talking? You kept on looking that way. What was so interesting where you were looking?"
"I zone out." Jimmy replied. "You can look at my school records, I have slight epilepsy and I "phase out"...you know? Little granny seizures that cause me to fixate on things? I dunno what I was lookin at. I know there was this truck parked there and I just went "pfffft!" I think I was "stoned" by the tire rims or something."
Weezy called for the Principle..."Mister Forseythe? Can you come in here?'
Forsythe entered his office. "Yes officer?"
"We want to look at Jimmy's school medical records. Does he have Epilepsy?"
"I can tell you that." Forsythe replied. "Yes, I've seen Jimmy when his seizures kick up, he turns into a statue for a minute or two. He reacts worse with red lights and if he gets fixated on a picture or some object that keeps his attention for too long."
Jimmy reached into his pocket..."See? Here's my Dilantin medicine that's supposed to keep me from having seizures? Doesn't exactly work too well."
Credit pursed his lips..."Where can we find your friend Fievel?"
"I only know him from school." Jimmy replied. "He plays on a rival basket ball team for P.S.E. Five in South Rodentia and we sort of "tag-a-long" on weekends. I've never been to his house."
Officer Credit waved a paw around..."We have more questions to ask you but we'll stop for now. If I were you Jimmy? I'd be very careful of what I'm doing from here on out. We "might" be watching you."
Jimmy huffed back. "Watching me for what?! I haven't done anything. You guys are picking on me just because I had an "episode" on a stupid video camera. Isn't there a law against harassing young rodents?"
"There's laws covering most things." Weezy replied. "Especially little wise kittens who might think "high wiring" the law is some sort of game. I would keep my little nose and paws clean if I were you Teodoro. We wouldn't want you to end up like your older brother."
Jimmy boiled..."Ass wipes" he thought to himself but he didn't buy into their game, he just sat still until they were gone...
"You better watch out if I were you...naa, naa, naa, naa, fluck tards." Jimmy snorted. "Can you believe that? The nerve of those cops, picking on me because of their stupid cameras and my brother's dumb mistakes. Mister Forsythe? I haven't done anything wrong! I swear I haven't!"
The Principle waved a paw. "Why don't you go home for the rest of the day Jimmy? You can't sit in class all upset like this."
"My dumb brother screws his life all up and I have to pay for it all the stupid time. I can never be good enough." Jimmy moaned. He was actually putting on a very good act. "I'm not like my brother Mister Forsythe! I'm not!"
"Jimmy? You are making yourself upset." The Principle replied. "Go home for the rest of the day and get this out of your system?"
"Thank you Mister Forsythe!" Jimmy yelped with glee as he hugged the shrew..."You're one in a million shrews Mister Forsythe, really." Jimmy said as he excused himself and walked out of the office.
"Enzi?" Jimmy said into his flip phone. "You available after this period?"
"Sure boss." Enzi Delveki, Jimmy's crew under-boss replied. "What up?"
"I just got my teeth drilled by the "five oh"." Jimmy replied. "We have to talk strategy before I leave the school."
"Ok boss." Enzi replied. "I'll see you in the garden during next break."
The Rodentia Springs Chronicler
Downtown Rodentia
The largest news periodical in Little Rodentia
9am
July 17
Armando Luchi walked up to the reception desk at the "Springs". "Good morning...Armando Luchi to see Mister Toms?"
The mouse behind the counter checked the in/out board. "Yes, Mister Toms is in his office on the fourth floor."
Armando took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked into the office of Thomas T. Toms, one of the Spring's most aggressive reporters.
Armando wasted no time. He pulled a ball of aluminum foil from his baseball jacket and tossed it on the office desk. "You ordered the specialty meat ball?" Armando asked as he grabbed a chair.
"No..." Tommy replied. "How's Tony? I heard he almost got shot."
"Had that been a success..." Armando said smiling..."You wouldn't have that nice ball of foil to play with. Boss asks if two grand isn't a good starting price?"
"Hmmmm?..." Tommy replied as he played with the foil ball in his paws. "Depends on what I'm being asked to do?"
Armando played with his lips..."Boss wants you to play a publicity game. We intend to "out" some very prominent performers. We'd like you to be the lead, take the information we give you and run crazy with it. We'll put up the three sources you need run with."
Tommy sat back in his chair. "And I assume? This is a fake scam right? You just intend to pull some legs."
"All part of an elaborate fake to bring down the Westy Nimh gang. You just happen to be the poor reporter who got "punked" by a low life street creep with fake information in his paws who threatened to expose the Seville brother's little "private life style" which is all a fabricated and cruel lie of course to destroy their careers."
Tommy pursed his lips. "And what of the Chipmunks? Do they know this is going to happen?"
"They're in on it." Armando replied. "So too is the ZPD. You just have to agree with it. The 2 grand up front and another four grand for your performance."
Tommy played with his paw fingers..."Six grand with a four grand bonus on top that makes sure I don't blab and decide to spill the beans on this."
Armando snorted. "You're a little prick."
"No...I'm a reporter...and you think lawyers are bad?" Tommy snickered. "Now all of this is fake right? There's nothing "juicy" going on with the Seville brothers at all?"
"There's nothing going on with them and don't even think of digging." Armando snorted. "You're being paid to play an act and tow your end of the deal and nothing more."
"Ok..." Tommy replied. "Consider me in. I need three traceable sources, your main actor and two others. Just let me know when we're going to fly with it."
Rodent-Dendrum Bowl
The Zootopia Grand Park
10:30am July 17
Alvin went into a long strum session on his guitar before sauntering up to the microphone and putting out some vocals...
Baby's good to me, you know
She's happy as can be, you know
She said so...
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
Baby says she's mine, you know
She tells me all the time, you know
She said so...
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad...that she's my little girl
She's so glad... she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things, you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so...
She's in love with me and I feel fine...
The chime of Alvin's smart phone threw his singing off and he stopped to pull it out of his sweater pocket...
"Alvin?! We're practicing? Have them call back later." Simon snorted.
Alvin brought the phone to his ear..."This is Alvin." He said.
Fievel replied..."Act like you're talking to Jackal, make it sicky sexual."
Alvin smiled wide..."Jackal! What's up my sugar stick?"
Simon huffed..."Alvin?! Tell your boyfriend we're in the middle of our final practice, please?!"
Alvin snorted back. "Yes...Jackal. Simon has it deep in his butt this time. Sure I want to go out to dinner...then after that you can take me to a hotel and..."
Simon ran up to Alvin and slapped his paw over his brother's mouth. "That...is...enough. Go talk to your boyfriend in private, tell him we're busy and come right back Alvin...right...back...here...got it?"
"Yeah...but I don't think an elephant could un-freeze his ass." Alvin snorted into his phone!
"Get...GOING ALVIN!" Simon almost screamed as Alvin walked away sticking his tongue out...
"Nnnnah...jealous much?" Alvin snorted as he walked off the stage. When he felt his brothers would not hear him, he stopped in the middle of the stadium floor..."I'm away from my brothers now. What do you want?"
"Are you ready?" Fievel asked. "We need to know right now if you want to commit to this."
"I don't really want too." Alvin said. "I still think this is stupid as all hell. What if it blows up? What if the truth actually gets out?"
"What if the Westy's decide one day you're not worth keeping around?" Fievel replied. "One day they won't give a damn Alvin. They will eventually "out" you and nothing you try to say to defend yourself will work. This way you have a shot...we're not saying there's no risk in this." Fievel said..."Alvin? Think of Simon and Theodore...I need your answer right now."
Alvin closed his eyes and took a deep breath..."Yes...for all it's worth yes."
Fievel told Tony then came back to Alvin. "Ok...I need Simon's smart phone number to plant some corn ears in his brain."
"You're not going to call him?!" Alvin yipped.
"You want to come out of this with no scratches?" Fievel replied. "What is his number Alvin?"
Moments later...
Simon had to stop playing his electric piano as his smart phone chimed in his pocket...
"Good morning...Simon Seville, Chipmunks representative and coordinator here, how may I help you?" Simon asked.
"Well...I got the right number." The voice at the other end said in an Italian/Brooklyn accent. "So uh? Tell me there Simon Seville? You like it up the tail hole or what?"
"Excuse me?!" Simon replied shocked.
"Yeah...I heard you and your brother Alvin enjoy getting it on you know? What's he like in bed?" The voice asked.
"Who is this?! How did you get this number?!" Simon snapped.
"The question for you should be...what else could I know about you and what could I do with what I know. Catch you on the flip side soon there Simon..."click"
Simon stormed up to Alvin and grabbed his sweater..."Did you give my number to anyone?!"
"What?" Alvin replied as he stopped playing his guitar. "What are you yapping about now Simon?"
"Grrrrrr..." Simon looked over at Theodore. "Theo? Give me a second alone with Alvin will you?"
"Should I call an ambulance?" Theodore asked.
"It might not make it here in time." Simon snorted as he gave Alvin a very upset look.
"What's wrong with you Simon?!" Alvin asked. "I would never give out your number unless you told me too. You know that."
"Then explain to me how I just got a crank call from someone who seems to know our little "closet time" if you get my drift?" Simon snorted.
"So right off the bat, you accuse "me" huh?" Alvin snapped. "Because you're so jilted about Jackal...blame Alvin for some jerk crank caller. You are so damn petty Simon...really?"
"You told no one...no one at all?" Simon snorted.
"NO!" Alvin snapped back furiously! "No...no and damn stupid no! You get a crank call and accuse me..." Alvin started to sound upset to the point of crying...
"Sigh"..."Alvin? Don't start crying ok? I'm sorry...I'm just scared and upset that I'd get a call like that. It practically borders on an extortion threat. I might have to go to ZPD headquarters here and file a harassment report."
Alvin huffed back..."I would never give Jackal your phone number, the one thing above all else I've never broken is our privacy Simon..." Alvin turned on the water works. "And yet I'm the first one you accuse...that hurt Simon...that really hurt me..."
Simon wrapped his arms around his brother..."Oh come now Alvin...I'm sorry...I really am honestly sorry I hurt you..."
Theodore came walking up..."Is everything ok?"
"Everything's fine." Simon replied. "I just blew my chunks and made Alvin upset. I'm sorry Alvin..."
"You should be sorry." Alvin replied as he wiped his eyes. "What you just did to me was the lowest of the low."
Theodore hugged Alvin..."Don't let everything go to pieces because Simon got upset Alvin. What happened Simon?"
"I just got a crank call that sent me into orbit." Simon replied. "I'm going to have to go to the ZPD station to file a complaint but I'm sure the number I got on my phone is probably dead by now. Not like we don't get bad mail and emails every day right? So yes...my blaming Alvin was wrong, disgusting and beneath me as your brother Alvin and I am very sorry for it."
Alvin smiled and snuggled against Simon's chest..."I can never stay angry for long with you Simon."
Little Rodentia suburb of Asgreen
Millford Middle School
10:30am
July 17
Enzai met Jimmy out in the school gardens..."So what's the dig?" He asked Jimmy as they sat down...
"The cops got some "goods" on me from the armored car job, I couldn't move my stupid head around every second? There I am in a video looking right at the truck while the axles are getting sliced, what a stupid dumb fluck I am. Now the cops are going to be sticking bristle brushes up my fricken tail hole every five minutes...worse yet? The boss told me to be absolutely honest and not blurp out a lot of lies? I dime dropped Fievel...though only his first name, they'll be checking on that now...Tony's going to be fricken pissed at me."
Enzi cocked his head. "Well you didn't like "close the bank" did you? I mean...you don't have to do pick pockets and be in the light any more since you lead our crew. I don't think Tony's gonna skin you because you had to be a little honest."
"If it brings the heat down on Fievel though? You know the boss is going to be super angry." Jimmy said moaning...
"The boss is not going to jeopardize his best money maker mouse, you are making a mountain out of a simple mole hill boss...relax." Enzi stopped to reach into his pocket. "This should make you happy...our latest returns from our weekly pot sales. We're up another twenty percent in sales. Come on? Come on...see the nice wad of money? Look at the money and smile Jimmy?"
"Put that wad away!" Jimmy snapped. "There's camera's all over the school, do you want us to get pinched?"
Enzi stuffed the cash wad in his jacket pocket. "Oh by the way? I got some Farkle games going during lunch. Small stuff, you know? Penny games? But every penny we get is a good thing."
"I thought I'd say if we do something or not?" Jimmy said frowning.
"I already guessed you'd support it." Enzi replied. "You didn't pick me to be your right paw just for window dressing did you?"
Jimmy smiled and patted Enzi's lap. "Course not. But? You be careful huh? Don't leave us with our shorts hanging in the wind. Don't do stuff without me at least knowing about it?"
"No problem." Enzi replied.
Rodent-Dendrum Bowl
The Zootopia Grand Park
noon July 17
Simon, Alvin and Theodore were walking towards a side service gate to get some lunch when a mouse met them just outside the portal...
"Afternoon boys! I'm Terry Toms from the Rodentia Springs Chronicler. Was wondering if Simon had time for an interview before your big concert tonight?" Terry asked.
The boys looked at each other. "Sure." Alvin shrugged. "Simon deserves more publicity. It might help him to be less anal."
"Alvin?!" Simon snorted.
"Me and Theo will save you a seat at the "choke n puke" Simon. Just remember not to science this guy into oblivion." Alvin joked as he prodded Theodore to move.
"So? Can I call you Simon or Mister Seville?" Tommy asked.
"Simon's appropriate." Simon replied.
"Looking forward to the concert tonight I imagine?" Terry asked as he and Simon started to walk.
"We've been working pretty hard to get ready for it." Simon replied. "Practice is everything...you shake out the cob webs, it helps to reduce the feeling of pressure and anxiety, want to make sure the fans get everything they expect. I mean, I know we're not all flashing and big presentation like Gazelle but we tap well with simple mammals and it's a formula that pays back a lot."
Terry wrote in his note book. "How about your time off when your not singing or working? What do you three like to do the most?"
Simon sickered. "Give Alvin wegies and hang him from hooks by his underwear."
Terry laughed..."Seriously Simon? What do you all like to do?"
"Well? I'm known as the family Nerd of course so you know I'm all into studying and experiments and things that drive Alvin crazy. Theodore? Puzzles...he loves puzzles, anything that catches his curiosity? He is all in it. Oh?! That? And food. Theodore can cook and I mean "scratch cook" he can make a goolosh that blows brains out. And of course? Alvin is Alvin...Mister life extreme who I swear will die one day only because someone forgot to replace his batteries."
Terry jotted some notes..."What about? You and your brother Alvin? Your "extra curricular" activities? Care to shed some light on those?"
Simon stopped. "What?"
"I don't mean to pry but..." Terry said..."I have some sources telling me you like to dabble your waggle in a little incest."
Simon frowned. "Who's saying that garbage? Who told you that?!"
"Is this just a photo shop image then?" Terry asked as he held up a picture of Simon and Alvin that was...or appeared to have been...taken through a window of their hotel room. There was Alvin on his back, his legs sticking up and Simon between them "Tongue-joying" himself on Alvin's privates. "Any comments?" Jimmy asked the stunned Simon.
"It's bull snit." Simon snapped. "Just some "dirty tail hole" trying to sell fake tabloid shots, I have to deal with crap like this every day."
"Do you?" Terry asked. "So? You have to deal with questions of your sex life daily?" Terry asked. "Well I have three good sources who can back up their stories and are very credible so Simon? What's the real story here?"
Simon growled and snatched Terry by his shirt. "You damned sick tabloid serving bastard..."
"The Rodentia Springs Chronicler is no tabloid Simon." Terry snickered. "And if you keep gripping my shirt like that? It probably just proves to me that the story is true."
"You print any of this junk and I'll sue your damn rag for all it's worth! You go on three sources and call it news...you dirty money chasing rat!"
"I'm a mouse...not a rat." Terry replied. "Nothing I can do for you now any way sport. The prints are already putting out and the e-mail alerts are hitting the net right around now."
Simon threw Terry to the ground! "Grrrrr...We'll see you in court you bastard. You, your filthy newspaper and the dirty tail holes who cooked up this total bull snit story!"
Simon stormed off with Terry chasing him. "Coming clean about this might make things better for you Simon!"
Simon turned around..."AND YOU CAN GO...GRRRRR...YOU KNOW WHERE THE HELL YOU CAN GO!"
End of chapter 13
