09:35 - Interrogation Room #4 Precinct One – Arthur (Adolph) Dingo

"One pair of brass knuckles, two .45 pistols, one .22 pistol with ankle holster, three single shot derringers, two spring loaded wrist-mounted hide-away bayonets, one .45 machine pistol, four grenades: two fragmentation, one flash-bang, one smoke; one machete, one miniature blow-gun, one blackjack, one short-handled mace, two cans of pepper spray, one 12 gauge sawed-off shotgun, one pair of nunchucks, one bowie knife, one kodachi..." Judy looked up from the clipboard with its inventory list. "What the heck is a kodachi?"

"A Japanese short sword, often carried by samurai warriors like Usagi Yojimbo." Her partner offered.

"I thought he was a comic book character."

"He is... I use to collect the comics when I was a kid. That's how I know what a kodachi is."

"Oh," the bunny replied returning to her list. "Four morning stars, three poison darts, two switch blade knives, and..."

"A partridge in a pear tree?" Nick interrupted, a grin on his face.

Judy paused long enough to punch him lightly in the arm. "And one sling shot."

"That's quite an armory. Looks like the Dingo brothers are looking at six to eight years on weapons charges alone."

"Oh, that wasn't what they were carrying," the bunny replied. "That's just what HE was carrying."

Nick watched the video-feed taken through the two-way mirror, starring intently at the angry face of Arthur Dingo. The mammal had a bandage around his head that covered most of his curly tan head fur and was paw cuffed to his chair. He was currently being grilled by Fangmeyer, one of their more intimidating officers, but throughout the interrogation he had remained stoically silent, aside from making insulting faces at the tiger whenever her back was turned.

"Delgado said it took them half-an-hour to pat him down. Even then, he still managed to smuggle a mouth harp into his cell."

"With all that hardware, he must have put up one hell of a fight," the fox observed.

Judy shook her head. "He was their lookout mammal. The first unit to roll in found him in the alley leading into the docking bay, out cold."

"So he has nothing to tell us about the fight."

"Nope."

Chief Bogo, who was glaring at the criminal reached down and punched the intercom button on his chair. "Next!"

09:42 - Interrogation Room #1 Precinct One – Leonard Dingo

Leonard Dingo glared at Grizzoli. He looked almost like a twin of his brother except his head fur was dark and curly. The bandage encircling his head was also wrapped in the opposite direction. "I's said it before and I's a sayin' it again, I's ain't gonna tell youse nothin' copper."

"Oh, I don't know about that," the polar bear grinned. "I think I'll get you saying whatever I want before lunch."

The dingo shook his head gently. "No! I's a not sayin' nothin'

"You mean you're not saying anything, don't you?"

"No, I's not sayin nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Anything?"

"Nothin!"

"Nothing?"

"Anythin!"

"Nothing?"

"Anythin!"

"Nothing?"

"I's told you, I's not sayin' anythin' and there's no way youse can make me say anythin!"

Grizzoli smiled. "Well, it looks like I did make you do something?"

"Yeah... What's a that?"

"I made you stop using double negatives."

"Next!" muttered Bogo. The video feed switched.

09:46 - Interrogation Room #3 Precinct One – Julius Dingo

"So what happened then?" Fangmeyer asked.

"Well, after that my brothers and I hooked up with this Arctic Wolf. We got a pretty chilly reception but I never dreamed we'd wind up in the cooler."

"So he hired you to hijack the truck?"

"Yes, we low-balled the price and boy did we regret that drive back to Zootopia."

"Why is that?"

"The truck only had an eight track tape player and a dozen tapes of 1930's jazz. We were trucking all the way home."

"What can you say about last night?

"I could say a lot, but a gentle-mammal never talks about his more intimate relationships."

"No, I mean last night at the warehouse.

"Warehouse?"

"Yes, warehouse."

"There house," the dingo said adjusting his glasses. "There table. There police-mammal. Tell me something, did you ever cop a plea? Or is it flea a cop. I can never remember. By the way are you a dentist? I like the way you drill your suspects."

"NEXT!" Bogo turned and glared at Wilde who decided to remain unusually quiet.

09:50 - Interrogation Room #2 Precinct One – Milton Dingo

"You want me to tell you what happened last night?"

"That's the general idea," Delgado replied.

"Are you sure... Do you really want to know?"

"That's why I'm asking."

"Well, you shouldn't be. If you cared for your family and friends you should just move out of Zootopia before he gets you too."

"Why?"
"That thing... that horrid thing. It came for us last night. It blacked out the whole warehouse so no one could see it coming, but you could still hear the flapping of its wings."

"Wings?"

"Yeah, man... wings. Giant leathery wings that flapped in the dark. You knew when it was coming for you because you could hear it. Flap! Flap! Flap! Just like that like something bigger than you. Like giant bat wings."

"Giant bat wings... uh huh", muttered the lion. "What kind of bat wings? Fruit bat or vampire bat."

"I don't know... I can't tell one sound from another in the dark. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was a giant vampire fruit bat, you know, like the kind that sticks its fangs into fruit and drains all the juice from them. I saw one once on a kid's TV show. They tried to make it cute and yellow and pink, but it was evil. The kind that goes after mammals when it runs out of juice and drinks their blood. That's what it was. A bat, man! A giant hideous bat."

"Alright, you remember the lights going out. Then what?"

"I don't remember. Something lowered the boom on my head and the next thing I knew I was in your medical jail ward."

"And that's all you can remember."

"Well... there is one other thing, but it's not important."

"Why don't you let us decide if it's important or not. What do you remember?"

"Today's my birthday."

"Next!"

09:55 - Interrogation Room #5 Precinct One – Herbert Dingo.

"It was all over the place and every time you heard that sound someone else would go down."

"What kind of sound?" asked Trunkabee.

"I don't know, it wasn't your normal crash, or bang, or thump. It was unique, a sound all its own." Herbert looked up at the large elephant. "Do you know that sound that's made when a heavy mallet smashes into a watermelon?"

"Yes, I know it."

"That wasn't it either. It kind of sounded musical, like someone beating on a base fiddle with a rock. You know, like a ka-rack, or a ka-thong. No! No! Not ka-thong... KABONG! A big fat Kabong! That's it. KABONG!"

"Kabong?" asked Trunkabee.

"Yes... Kabong. It just kept repeating itself, over and over. "¡Olé! Kabong! and Julius went down. Then again, "¡Olé! Kabong and the boss went down. Then Kabong, Kabong, Kabong and that moose went down, followed by the reindeer and then Leonard. It was just coming from everywhere. Kabong, Kabong, Kabong, Kabong. Everyone gone.

"Did you get hit?"

"Did I get hit? Listen lady... ever had a ton of peanuts fall on you?"

"No!"

"Well, this was just like that...except more Kabong and less Crunch. As I matter of fact, I can still hear it in my ears. Kabong, Kabong, Kabong. All morning long. If it don't quit when I go to bed I'll never get any sleep. Just Kabong, Kabong, Kabong, Kabong all the time."

"Did you tell the doctors your problem?"

"Yeah, but they were only interested in knowing if I had a split skull or a concussion. As a matter of fact, they seemed kinda disappointed that my injuries weren't more serious. One thing you've gotta admire. This Kabong guy knows his business. I mean it's gotta take some skill to bash people in the head with enough finesse to knock them out and not do any permanent damage."

"I wouldn't know," Trunkabee replied.

Chief Bogo shut off the monitor and began pacing the briefing room. "We're not getting anywhere with this," he muttered. "Nine suspects, and not one of them can give us a clue as to who this 'Kabong' character is."

"You mean the Axe Avenger, don't you chief?" asked Judy.

"I refuse to call him that. If we can't get him off the street through normal methods, maybe we can humiliate him enough that he'll give up." The buffalo turned and punched a button on the room's intercom. "Angela."

"Yes, Chief?"

"Make a note. All future references by this department to the vigilante known as the Axe Avenger will identify him as 'The Kabong.' No, on second thought strike that. He'll be called El Kabong."

"Yes, Chief. Oh, and by the way we received a call from the law firm of Howard, Fine and Howard. Their representatives are on their way over to consult with our suspects."

"Which ones?"

"All of them sir. The Dingo brothers apparently have them on retainer."

The cape buffalo huffed. "Alright, tell Clawhauser to hold them for fifteen minutes at the front desk before getting them an escort to the interrogation rooms."

"We still have one more suspect to interview," Nick pointed out.

"Who?"

"Weaselton, Duke Weaselton." Judy reported.

"Ah yes, the witness we found cowering under that sedan. You two know him, don't you?"

"Yes... Unfortunately," the bunny replied.

"Well, get down there and give him your personal attention. I'll delay the lawyers as long as I can. Just make sure he's Mirandized."