Chapter Intro
Thank you everyone! I must say I'm deeply surprised by how much attention the first chapter of this story has gotten. Suffice to say that it has been viewed more times in a week than my other stories have in years.
We'll now get into the actual story of Zero Sum Protocol, and I will admit I'm a bit afraid. The prologue involved characters of my own invention but now we are going to be following the golden duo, Nick and Judy, as well as other characters from the movie. I sincerely hope you like my interpretation of them. Still, if you find them lacking, please do leave your comments. Criticism is not only welcomed but much needed as well.
Timeline wise, this chapter will begin right after the end of the movie.
Once more, meet me at the end notes for some extra trivia.
Chapter 1
'I'll admit... we got hustled pretty good.'
"So… the place where the legend began, eh?." He says, breaking the silence they've been immersed in since leaving the station.
Judy just looks at him through the corner of her eyes and keeps driving.
"Must have been a sight. Oh look, Flora and Fauna! That's the place, right?" He continues.
"Nick…" Judy says, clearly aware of what he's trying to do.
"Clawhauser told me all about it! How you chased Weaselton around and rolled him into the station wrapped in a giant donut. Exactly the kind of stuff I expect from ZPD's star." He insists, though it's pretty obvious he is failing miserably.
"Did he tell you how Bogo chewed me out afterwards? Now I think about it, that was around the time he almost took my badge too." She recalls.
Damn it Clawhauser…
"All's well that ends well?" He retorts weakly.
You are really not cut out to be an optimist Wilde.
She sighs.
"It's not your fault. I am the senior officer." She reassures him.
"Well… we impounded Flash's car, fined him and tagged his license for suspension. What more does Bogo want? He's just busting our tails. That's nothing new." He finishes with an exaggerated shrug and a tinge of guilt.
"He was going over eighty miles above the limit, that's more than enough to charge him with reckless endangerment. We should have brought him in. And your ruse lasted all but two seconds, Bogo saw through it as soon as he read the report. He's chief for a reason you know." She lectures him.
Sorry Chief, but that's the cue I needed.
"You mean other than his glass shattering yells, bad jokes, sour mood…" He trails off in a teasing tone.
Judy just rolls her eyes.
"Come on, are we supposed to treat suspects according to their working situation now? So what if Flash could - unlikely as it may be - pick up the phone and get one of his buddies to take the car out from the impound. What if he could - which would be completely unethical and absolutely beneath him - get in the system and clear his license. That's not on us. Right? I feel bad even considering a hard working public servant like him would do such things." He puts a hand to his chest mournfully.
"You know, it kind of sounds like you've got some experience with that… no wonder you guys are friends." She says, looking up at him with both suspicion and a glint of amusement.
"Eh, what can I say. Finnick runs a lot of red lights." He answers with a smile.
"I was hoping to see him at Gazelle's concert. What has the little guy been up to?" She asks, the blaring of tiny car horns starting on the distance.
"Oh, maybe you didn't know but... a fox can call another fox little-" A sharp elbow to his side interrupts him.
Gah! Learn your own strength!
"Sheesh, just how much time have you been spending with Clawhauser?" Judy asks a bit embarrassed.
"Pretty much whenever I came to visit from the Academy and you were out on patrol. Seriously though, don't call Finnick little to the face, he'll bite yours off." He warns her.
Finally reaching the entrance to Little Rodentia they disembark from the cramped patrol car. As they approach the fence they can see the huge pile up Bogo sent them to clear out.
Both let out a deep sigh.
"I spent so much time convincing him to give me a cruiser…" She complains, her tone a bit more upbeat nonetheless.
"Relax, we are pretty much the only ones in the force who can fit inside that thing. The Chief is just playing hard to get." He says nonchalantly.
She chuckles.
There we go.
"Okay Carrots, how do you want to do this?" He says, hoping to move things along before her ears get droopy again.
"Well, the rulebook would have us follow standard TDC procedures but those aren't really designed for problems at this scale." She says while looking at the swarm of little cars, trucks, buses and other vehicles trying to navigate the mess on the other side of the fence.
"Can't we just pick them up and move them somewhere else?" He suggests.
"That won't do. It'd take far too long and we'll be dealing with complaints about scratches, dents and sore necks for a month. The best way to get around this would be finding out what's causing the problem and clearing it out so traffic can flow naturally. I'll head inside and see what I can find, you head towards Wilkie Highway and check the ramps. Make sure the electric billboards are warning drivers of the jam while on it. Clawhauser should be able to put you through to Traffic Control if they aren't." She ends while pointing at the toy-like highway running the perimeter of Little Rodentia.
"Must say, this sounds a bit boring for us." He says playfully.
"It can't all be high speed chases and jumping from trains, rookie!" She answers while climbing onto the face.
"That's not gonna catch on!" He protests as she jumps down gracefully.
"Whatever you say, Softpaw." She waves dismissively while making her way into the miniature city.
He grabs the radio on his belt and makes sure it's on their channel.
"I am still eight years your senior, Fluff." He reminds her.
"Not on the force, Slick." Comes her quick response.
Alright… I can put up with a bit of hazing if it cheers you up.
He starts walking towards the highway a bit cheerier himself. However, it doesn't take long before the memory of his chat with Bogo clouds his face.
"I expect a much better use of your discretion from now on. Understood?" Bogo said, eyes glaring fiercely through his reading glasses.
"Yes sir." They both answered contritely.
"Hopps, City Hall wants a copy of all your files on the Night Howler case, before noon. Get going." He ordered.
They both got up to leave but…
"Sit. Down. Wilde." Bogo said in a tone clearly stating he wasn't off the hook just yet.
Judy eyed him worriedly but another glare from the chief sent her running out the office.
"I don't even have to ask if this was your idea. Do I?" Bogo said, leaning back on his chair and putting the report back on the desk.
"Absolutely, a hundred percent. Officer Hopps had nothing to do with it. I asked her to let me handle the procedure on my own so I could pr-" The lie he had prepared got promptly cut off.
"If this is how you hustled people on the street I understand how a bunny fresh out the Academy got the better of you." The Chief said in a patronizing tone.
He is not going to lie, that actually stung a bit.
"Officer Hopps being a bunny had little to do with it, Sir." He answered, swallowing his pride.
"Yes, I realized that as well. I'm not ashamed to admit I was wrong. I was prejudiced and made some really bad judgement calls…" His voice trailed off as he looked at an empty spot on the wall.
"Sir?" He asked when the chief didn't follow up.
"Which is why I'm cutting you some slack." Bogo finished, turning his eyes back to him.
"Thank you sir, I promise it won't happen again." As sincere as he had been, he wasn't sure if he had enough practice being sincere to actually make it sound so.
"This isn't about you letting one of your buddies slip past a citation. This is about your careers. Going by her achievements alone, Judy… Officer Hopps could make the jump to lieutenant. The only reason she hasn't yet is because regulations state she needs to have served for at least a year. That's less than six months from now. I hope you understand why I don't want anything besmirching her record." Bogo spoke in a mild tone he had never heard from him. This was so far detached from the caricature character he had taken him for that it actually made him feel ashamed.
As the Chief's words sank in - along with his stomach - he realized how foolishly he had jeopardized Judy's career. Yet, in spite of how guilty he felt, there was something else that made him feel wretchedly petty… the pang of sadness that hit him when he learnt how close Judy was to being promoted.
Bogo grabbed their report and tossed it into the shredder. Only after the last unrecognizable strip of paper had fallen into the trash did he speak again.
"Apparently, I have misplaced your report." He said.
"Thank you… sir." He answered.
"I'm not going to claim I know you well, Wilde. To be honest, given your background I can't even say my doubts about you are unfounded. However… Major Friedkin vouched for your talent and Officer Hopps for your character. I'm willing to put aside my bias as long as you put in the work." Bogo said as he took off his glasses and looked at him.
"I will." He said while holding his stare.
Bogo visibly relaxed.
"Good. There are reports of a pile up at Little Rodentia. Go help Hopps at records and then I want you both to rush there and sort it out. Dismissed." The Chief ordered as he put on his glasses and began reading another report.
He saluted and moved to the door.
"Wilde." Came the Chief's voice once more.
"Sir?" He answered, noticing the tint of mischievousness in his tone.
"Tell Hopps I'm taking her cruiser." He said with a smile.
Boy had she been angry at that.
As much as he tried to rationalize it afterwards, the fact that Judy will be promoted so soon still makes him a bit sad. He doesn't want to think he became a cop just so he could work with her but it admitelly played a big part in his decision.
Lieutenant...
He knows there's no way they'll remain partners after she is promoted. He'll still be beat cop while she'll have people working under her, maybe get transferred to another precinct. Perhaps even become a tiny version of Bogo...
He smiles.
I want to see that.
He coughs and covers his mouth with a paw when he notices a few pedestrians giving him curious looks.
Alright Wilde, you can be a bit sad… as long as you are happy for her too.
He reaches the first ramp exit into Little Rodentia having decided to lay the matter to rest. A borrowed wooden crate from a nearby shop helps him get a better view.
"Eyes on the road!" He cries, gently tapping a tiny car back into its lane after the startled driver nearly lost control from the sudden appearance of his face over the railing.
His vantage point allows him to look up and down the highway, as well as into the district. It doesn't take him long to assess the situation. He grabs the radio just as Judy's ears peek out from behind a building in the distance.
"Carrots, the billboards are doing their thing but these guys don't seem to care. They just keep taking the ramps. The clog might reach all the way into the highway at this rate." He reports.
"Go around my foot! Sorry Nick, give me a second!" She cries into the radio, drivers complaining angrily in the background.
A moment later he can see her climbing one of the taller buildings and stand on its roof. After looking around for a moment their eyes meet. She waves and grabs her radio.
"This is not just a pile up Nick. Sidewalks are also teeming with pedestrians, it's a miracle nobody has been run over yet. The district is literally overflowing, we can't let any more vehicles in. Get a hold of Traffic Control and tell them to switch the billboards on Wilkie to emergency services only." She says while scanning her surroundings.
"Got it, I'll call Clawhauser. What are we doing about ground level traffic?" He asks as he nudges another scared driver.
"Grizzoli and Delgato are posted on Savannah Central, I'll ask them to come over and give us a hand... It seems the crowd is heading towards San Gennaro Park, can you see it from there?" She says, peeking over the building next to her.
He stands on his tiptoes, stretching as much as possible.
"Barely, looks like there's some kind of stage being set up there." He says, squinting.
"Stage? There must be an event going on... Give me another second!" She says after thinking for a moment.
She knocks on a window over the next building. A moment later she's on the radio again.
"Some politician named John Sunday is going to give a speech! That's the reason everyone is going nuts down here!" She says excitedly.
"A rally? Must be pretty big with the rodents if so many are coming to hear him in person. Shouldn't the ZPD have heard about this though? I doubt Bogo sent us in blind on purpose." He says, doubting the chief would be so underhanded.
"We definitely should have. Either they didn't file the proper paperwork or it got lost somewhere along the bureaucracy… But we'll let Bogo worry about that. Right now we need to make sure these people are safe. Get through to Clawhauser and then meet me by the park. We have to talk with the organizers." She says, once more taking a moment to think mid sentence.
ZPD's star indeed…
"You know, you get kind of bossy while on the job." He teases her.
She sends a rather rude gesture his way.
Oh, that's not nice Carrots…
"Judith Laverne Hopps! What would your father say?" He says in a taken-aback tone.
"That I probably learnt it from you. Now get going." She says, hastily putting her hand down before anyone on the ground level notices it.
Surely nobody on the highway saw that...
"Yes ma'am!" He promptly answers.
"And try not to step on anyone!" She warns him before climbing down the building.
Once he has returned the crate and gotten through to Clawhauser he climbs over the fence and enters Little Rodentia. It doesn't take long for him to see what Judy was talking about. Hundreds of tiny mammals occupying nearly every square inch of the sidewalks force him to tiptoe around vehicles on the streets, eliciting as many terrified yells as angry ones. He tries hoisting himself over a building but quickly abandons the plan when the walls let out a loud cracking sound.
This is insane… are they giving away free t-shirts or something?
It's not long before he learns to keep his tail in the air or have it driven over. His patience is truly tested when a street peddler starts following him around selling fox repellent - quite successfully too. Just before he's about to tell him off he recognizes the tiny orange mouse.
"Brandowsky? Is that you?" He says, bending over to get a good look at him.
"Oi Nick, you breaking the spell mate!" Brandowsky complains.
He grabs him by the scruff and lifts him to a roof.
"I should kick your tiny butt all the way to Tundra Town and drop you on Mr. Big's door. Do you know how close I got to getting iced because of you?" He berates him in a hushed voice.
"Don't spit the dummy, spunk! Look, I'll cut you in, thirty seventy!" The mouse answers, completely unfazed.
"Are those even fox repellents in the first place?" He asks, sniffing at the mouse's wares.
"Well, that depends. How fond are you of pines?" Brandowsky says shamelessly.
He frowns, both annoyed and impressed by the mouse's business sense.
"You are lucky I'm busy..." He says and leaves him standing on the roof.
"Come over for some amber one of these days!" The mouse yells as he's walking away.
Oh, I'll come over alright… with a warrant.
After traversing a handful more blocks he finally spots the park. Luckily for him it seems the side he is on has been closed off. He makes his way through the cobbled paths towards the central area where the stage is being set up, taking the opportunity to look around for anyone who may be in charge but only finding a working crew of mice hastily moving about.
"Officer! Mind giving us a hand with that beam?" A mouse in a hard hat asks as he walks by.
"Sure. Do you know who calls the shots here?" He asks, helping the mice set the beam on top of the two columns that flank the stage.
"Sunday or one of his guys I suppose. They should be somewhere among the crowd, kissing babies and such. Thanks!" The mouse says and signals a few others to hang a banner from the recently set beam.
He takes a moment to inspect it, finding it to have what he assumes is a picture of Sunday along with the usual political drivel.
"Judy, I'm by the stage already but I can't find anyone in charge. Where are you?" He says into the radio when it becomes evident that he can't make heads or tails from the frothing crowd in front of him.
"Hold on Nick, I ran into someone we know. Be right there." Comes her voice after a moment.
You too, huh?
Wait… we?
Before he can make the connection Judy appears from the right side of the park. She carefully makes her way towards him, as relieved as he was when she finally reaches the clear area and doesn't have to worry about stepping on anyone.
"Heeeey Nick… look who I found." She says nervously.
"Nickie… why didn't you come visit after your graduation? I wanted to congratulate you." Comes the shrew's voice from her palms.
"M-Mr Big… what a surprise. I am very, very, sorry. I would have if I had known you could spare the time for me." He answers subserviently.
"Mhm… I see, it was my fault." Mr. Big says, the lack of any hint of aggression not fooling him in the least.
"N-No, of course not sir! If I may be so bold as to ask, what are you doing in Little Rodentia?" He says, hoping to move past his slip of the tongue.
"Mhm… you may. I bought a… what do you call it...? Condominium for FruFru. New place by the east side, beautiful red walls. She'll be moving there with her husband and baby Judy." Mr. Big says with a parental smile.
No… it can't be.
"I intended to make my way here for Sunday's speech but the limo couldn't even make it out of the driveway... was stuck until this helpful child found me." He finishes, looking up at Judy gratefully.
"Oh, please, I was on my way here anyway." She humbly answers.
"You stick close to this one Nickie, she will keep you honest. Mmm… I will not impose on you children any longer. If you would be so kind?" Mr. Big says, pointing to what seems to be a special guest area in front of the stage.
After putting the shrew down they both walk away a few paces.
"Don't tell me the place he bought…" He asks.
"Yep." She answers.
Crap.
"Cheap bastards didn't even paint the walls…" He complains.
"Barn-Style is in fashion nowadays." She says knowingly.
"Okay... Enough of the tragedy of Nicholas Wilde. Did you get through to Grizzoli and Delgato?" He asks, fingers pressed to his eyes.
"Yeah, they are on their way. It looks like the tide of vehicles is slowing down but people keep arriving by foot and train… this is really bad, Nick." Judy says worriedly.
"They even set up grills on the plaza. I can smell the cheese sticks from here. Oh look, they are handing out free t-shirts." He says, noticing a mice standing atop a bus plotted with Sunday's party colors throwing them into the crowd.
"I've seen a bunch of those. Seems they are bringing people to the event." She adds.
"Excuse me, Officers? I was told you were looking for me." A voice comes from below them.
They look down to find a middle aged grey vole dressed in a matching suit with a glossy red tie. He stands proudly, giving them an open smile that shows his pearly white teeth.
"Mr. Sunday?" Judy asks, crouching down.
"John, please." He says with all the charm you can expect from a politician fishing for votes.
"John. I'm Officer Hopps and this is my partner Officer Wilde. We are deeply concerned about this rally. There doesn't seem to be any ambulances or fire-engines standing by. With the roads as congested as they are it's doubtful any could make it here in case of emergencies. There's also the fact that the area is heavily crowded and I see no evacuation routes prepared. I fear you'll have to cancel the rally if these problems aren't solved. It's too dangerous for those attending." She pleads.
Sunday nods understandingly.
"You are, of course, right. My aids have been telling me as much the entire morning. Sadly, I believe that asking people to leave now could trigger exactly what we fear... I had hoped filing the paperwork a month in advance would grant city hall enough time to arrange the necessary preparations but - and it pains me greatly to say so - Assistant Mayor Bellweather's organizational skills were the backbone of Lionheart's administration. Who would have thought we'd miss the like of hers...? Still, that we in the council haven't allowed the city to move on after this long is truly disheartening. I'm afraid it's just as you said, real life is messy." Sunday says regretfully.
This little guy is good.
He looks at Judy through the corner of his eyes, finding her just a tiny bit flustered at having someone quote her own words back at her.
"I am deeply sorry John but even if we were to request further assistance now, it's unlikely any other officers in the ZPD could move through Little Rodentia in its current state. It was already extremely difficult for my partner and I to make it here and we are the smallest mammals in the force." She apologizes.
The little vole appears concerned. He takes a hand to his chin and drops into thought.
"This is true, yet cancelling the event is also a dangerous proposition… Would you perhaps be open to a suggestion?" He says after a moment.
"If it'll help keep the citizens safe, then by all means." Judy nods.
"My party has a number of members performing different tasks nearby the park and other areas in Little Rodentia. If Officer Wilde and you were to direct them, I am sure they could be of great assistance. Between that and a little help from your fellow officers outside the district we might be able to put this event back on track." Sunday says in a hopeful tone.
Judy considers it for a few seconds before turning towards him.
"What do you think, Nick?" She asks, the weight of such a task clearly weighing on her.
"I think it'd be a pretty good use of our discretion." He says with a wink.
Judy smiles.
And good practice for you…
Sunday had been very conservative when he said 'number'. Dozens of mice presented themselves in front of them, listened to their orders and left just to be quickly replaced with a new group shortly after. Clearly identifiable by their party colors and bestowed with some level of authority by the fact that they were helping police officers, their impromptu citizen guard started making progress at a steady pace.
Less than an hour had gone by before evacuation routes had been cleared, allowing them to move more easily through the district. Improvised parking areas relieved some pressure on the clogged arteries of Little Rodentia and, though slowly, traffic began flowing again.
By the end of the second hour they were able to focus entirely on managing the crowd. The area around the stage was sectioned, making sure to leave some breathing room between large groups. A spot was designated as an improvised food court where attendees could get snacks and drinks, apparently paid for by Sunday's party. They even managed to get a handful of portable toilets from construction sites which helped alleviate some of the waiting times on the public bathrooms in and around the park.
At the dawn of the third hour only the final touches remained. They even managed to link up with Grizzoli and Delgato to thank them for their support. While escorting the emergency vehicles and some news crews to the park they began hearing music playing, signaling that the loudspeakers were set and that the event was finally about to begin.
They both sit down inside a clearing of petite trees that lies behind the stage and sigh as they take in the results of their labor.
"Even if I close my eyes I still see mice…" She comments.
"I'd say something witty but honestly I'm too tired…" He says, picking up one of the full sized cheese sticks the work crew made for them.
"You know this is still just half the work… we still need to help clean this up after the rally is over." Judy reminds him, taking a stick for herself.
He groans.
"Can't we just leave it to the next shift?" He suggests.
"What, you got somewhere to be?" She teases.
"How about my place? Where there's a large cup of blueberry tea and a mushy bed waiting." He says with a longing smile.
"That actually sounds pretty good right now…" She answers after a sigh.
"Sorry Carrots, I only got the one cup." He says with a shrug.
She chuckles.
They share a moment of relative quietness, having almost zoned out the droning from the large crowd of rodents a few meters away.
"Officers? The speech is about to begin. Mr. Sunday asked if you'd join him by the stage." One of Sunday's aids puts an end to their break.
Lets just hope he keeps it short…
"Fellow rodents. Thank you for your patience." Sunday says as he walks to the middle of the stage with a microphone in hand. He attaches it to the podium before continuing.
"First, I'd like to thank Officer Hopps and Wilde, as well as the other fine members of the ZPD, who have so dutifully helped make this event possible. If you would be so kind to accompany me in a round of applause for them?" He asks. The throng of rodents begins clapping thunderously. Some even cheer and whistle.
"Now I'd like to thank you, my fellow citizens. You who braved through this day, through blaring horn and angry neighbour. Through heat, hunger and thirst. Know that were not for your resilience, your stoicism, your deep sense of community, this rally would not have been possible. Looking at us now, organized, sharing in this public space like the large family we are, I am deeply moved and humbled. It was your efforts, your desire to work together towards this goal that prevented me from failing you today. Once more, I am deeply in your debt, Little Rodentia." Sunday bows his head towards the crowd, eliciting another round of applause.
"You have shown Zootopia that the values and traditions of our kind are as strong as when the first founding stone was placed on this district. You have shown this city that we deserve the autonomy granted to other species. Are rodents not as capable, as responsible as any other type of mammal? Have we not proven today that, given the proper training, rodents can police themselves? Officer Hopps here was the first bunny in the ZPD. Officer Wilde the first fox. I ask you, how long must we wait for the first mouse?" He asks the crowd, which literally erupts in shouts of excitement.
"How long must we suffer the restrictions imposed upon us? Did our ancestors not build the Rose City, its halls standing testament to our heritage even today? Yet, no matter who sits in the Mayor's office, be it the disgraced Lionheart or any of his predecessors, we are again and again denied the right to expand under Little Rodentia. Impossible to control, they say. A risk to the city's foundations, they say. Nonsense! You have but to look at any other district in Zootopia to unveil their hypocrisy! My friends… is that not proof enough that they are trying to keep us under their yoke?" He asks, waving his arms towards the fence encircling the district. The crowd reacts with fierce cries of indignation.
He fidgets in place, taking a peek at Judy to find her doing the same.
"I ask you, support our party. Accompany us with your vote in the next election and these things will change. In this city where anyone can be anything, can't a rodent be Mayor?" He asks.
"Hoo-ray! Sun-Day! Hoo-ray! Sun-Day!" The crowd chants excitedly.
"We will make Little Rodentia more than a tourist attraction! We will stand proud along the other species of Zootopia!" He further excites the crowd.
The crowd cheers even harder than before, screaming the tiny vole's name over and over. He lets them vent out for a while and then raises his hands.
"Thank you Little Rodentia. Thank you. Once more I stand deeply humbled by this community that has given me so much. I promise you this: I will take your kindness… and pay it forward." He finishes.
End Notes
I felt it could have gone a tad longer but that final line felt right so I left it there. What do you think?
On to the footnotes!
Wilkie Highway is named after a mouse of the same name that participated in the 3rd NASA MIA mission back in 1958. He was sadly lost at sea after the flight from Cape Canaveral.
When Judy calls Nick 'softpaw', I meant it an equivalent to 'boot'. It's the term used by training officers to refer to those who have just finished their academy training. Though I suppose it could also be a jab at Nick for being a bit of a wimp. Whichever you prefer!
Now this is a bit embarassing to say but... When Judy climbs on top of the building my original idea had her sitting down instead of standing. This would lead to her prickling her bottom with an antenna which would have Nick teasing her. The dialogue evolved into having a bit too much innuendo so I had to scrap it as it didn't fit the scene.
The San Gennaro Park was named after the Festival of San Gennaro that takes place in Manhattan's Little Italy.
John Sunday takes his name from an argentinean politician, Juan Domingo Peron. I originally intended for his personality to be much closer to his namesake but it eventually evolved into his own thing.
When Nick says: "Are they giving away free t-shirts or something?" I meant it as a nod to Pinky & The Brain.
William Brandowski gets his name from the Brandowsky Expedition of 1856-1857. He is a desert mouse, pseudomys desertor, endemic to Australia. He is supposed to have the accompanying accent, though I'm sure I butchered it terribly.
If the exchange with Brandowsky feels out of place it's because it was added as a whim. The idea just popped in my head and I thought it'd be a funny way to pad Nick's trip towards the park. It got very close to getting cut because of pacing. What do you guys think? Was it worth the word count?
The Rose City is another name for the city of Petra, you know, the one that appears in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade. Once more I thought it'd be interesting to add a bit of real world lore into the mythology of Zootopia. I hope the idea of Petra being a burrow built by mice is not offensive to anyone!
And that's it for these footnotes! It's kinda shorter because we were working with established sites and characters, so I didn't get too many opportunities to play around.
Thank you for reading! Next time we bring Collin and Ana into the fold!