Disclaimer . . . Must I even write this here anymore?

"UP IN ARMS, CUPCAKES!" roared Mrs. Spike, her quills stuck out in an angry manor. The dynamic duo shuffled, rather uncomfortable. Judy and Nick were in a special gym that would be used to train them in fighting crime as their altered selves, but so far, all that had been practiced was how to survive a vocal assault.

"Now, push your buttons. I don't have time for this. I need to whip you two lolligaggers into shape, not watch you mope around in the corner!" Nick raised his paw, and Mrs. Spike facepalmed herself.

"Yes, Wilde?" she grumbled.

"Well, why is this necessary? I already know how to run and climb walls and jump over pillars. Judy, too. So why are we learning it again?" he asked, somewhat annoyed now.

"Well, if you're such an expert, turn into a bunny. Run to the other side of the gym in 20 seconds. See if I care." Mrs. Spike sat down on the floor as Nick glanced at her in disbelief. "Go on, now. I'm waiting," she said, exasperatedly. He complied, a smug smile on his face, as he reverted into a bunny. Then, without further ado, he began to run . . . and then fell over onto his feet.

"How?" he asked in disbelief. "I've never tripped like this." He got up again, running another 10 paces before falling. Mrs. Spike began to laugh, clapping and falling over herself. Then, after a minute of hysterical action, she composed herself again.

"Have you ever been in another body before, Agent Wilde?" Grudgingly, he shook his head. "Right, well there you go. A bunny's body is shorter and thinner, with no thick tail to balance you and long feet. You were doomed to fail that test from the start. You are out of proportion, diving into unknown waters, Nicholas. Act your age, don't act ignorantly." She then frowned at him before moving along to Judy, who now was behaving very nervously. Mrs. Spike leaned down to her level. "Do you want to give it a try?" she asked in a low, almost challenging tone. Judy shook her head meekly as Nick stuttered, trying to come up with a rebuttal.

"Good," their trainer announced. "Now we will be going back to the very basics; speed-walking." Both cops groaned.

"That was truly awful," stated Nick 5 hours later. he was absolutely exhausted. "You know, I never imagined speed walking and push-ups would ever become so challenging." Judy nodded in response.

"You said it. And I thought becoming a cop was hard." She walked sluggishly out of headquarters and down the street, in line with her partner. "This is so much worse. I'm already a police officer! I didn't ask for this!" the rabbit gestured to her wrist. She huffed, crossing her arms. "I don't want to have to prove myself again." Nick leaned down.

"You don't have to prove anything to anyone, Judy. Not even to her." The fox took her small rabbit paw. Then, to lighten the mood, he shoved her. "You bunnies," he teased. "Always so emotional. Why so worked up, Carrots?" She laughed and shoved him back, and the two continued to push eachother away for the duration of the block, oblivious to all of the stares they were getting or the people they were bumping into. It was just the two of them. Finally, Nick cleared his throat.

"So," he started, slightly nervous. Why, he didn't know. It was just Judy. "Do you want to maybe go to a movie tonight? Since it's been a long day and I think we need some merriment for our collective sanity." She smiled, glad to have such a caring friend.

"Yeah, you know what? I would. Let's go. Right now." And, with that, she dragged him across the street to the theater, quickly paying for the first movie she saw without really acknowledging it. They sat down in the 8th theater room, which was completely vacant.

"What are we even going to watch again?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he responded, just as clueless. "I didn't pay any attention. Probably some terrible chick flick, since nobody else is here." She frowned, but then smiled widely.

"Great! Then we can make fun of it the whole way through!" Judy beamed. Now it was Nick's turn to grin.

"I like the way you think, Carrots." And with that, they settled into their chairs, letting their limbs turn to jelly, and watched the 3 hour showing of the worst movie they had ever seen. They did, in fact, mock the film the whole way through. And as she laughed, Nick thought to himself, 'It can't possibly get any better than this.'

So, yeah. Sorry that this is super short and hastily done, it was supposed to be at the end of the other chapter, but I got lazy. But oh well, it's here now. I will be updating sometime within the next week, but now I need to go upstairs and let my mind turn to jello as I watch TV. See you soon!