"Are you kidding me? This is way too big for a rabbit!" Nick chided in shock when he noticed the elephant sized keyboard. He held out his left paw over of the arrow keys, comparing the obvious size difference. "These buttons are almost as big as my paw!"

Judy eyeballed the sizable keyboard in surprise. "Okay, Chief did say that the equipment might be out of scale but I certainly did not expect this. Not to mention the computer mouse is half my size."

Nick smirked at her comment as he pictured her awkwardly shifting the cursor on the screen by pushing the giant mouse around the table's surface and attempting to type words by jumping on the buttons. It was always very interesting and notably captivating every time he watched Judy perform makeshift stunts to accomplish such minor activities that are too big for her small frame. Not implying that Nick had never done something similar as well, but he was sure that she had to do things like these way more than he had to. Besides, he was a head and a half taller than the bunny anyway. His observation was cut short when he noticed her staring at him impatiently. "Sorry, Whiskers. Was thinking of something; what do you need me for?"

"Did you really miss out what I just said?" Judy exclaimed in disbelief, letting out a quick sigh afterwards. "I, need you, to help me to type as I move the cursor." She repeated.

"On it, Hopps," Nick noted, lacing his digits together, flexing them with his arms outstretched in front of himself. He gingerly rapped his fingers in the air above the keys. He wondered how much strength was needed to push these buttons; hopefully, they are not spring loaded and rusty, because that would mean a lot of raw force. After all, he never touched the gym in his lifetime. He was fit and healthy, but not hulking and beefy like the glamorous tiger dancers in Gazelle's live concerts. He realised he had overestimated his physical capabilities that one time when he desperately tried to separate the rams from attacking Judy. Perhaps he should consider working out for the sake of protecting himself and Judy, Nick thought. Not all intense like those crazed gym fanatics, but enough to make a difference. Looking back at Judy, he gave her the thumbs up. "Ready for action, Carrots. You have control of the cursor, you lead the way."

It took a bit of effort to use the computer, especially on Judy's side. Because of the positioning of the mouse, Judy could barely see where the cursor was moving to on the screen. Nick having the perfect front view of the monitor had to guide her through after she informed him of the folders that needed clicking. Teamwork was the crucial part of the plan and they were glad that they synchronized well as partners. As for the typing, Nick swore that the keyboard felt like an aged typewriter. It required him to utilize his limited strength to push down a single key. It clicked loudly as he pressed down. And being an enormous keyboard, some keys needed him to stretch his whole body to reach them. Typing the sixteen character password took him almost a minute. Maybe he could get fitter just by doing this alone, he thought to himself.

"Alright, final step; you need to type in this thirty-two character serial code to access the traffic cameras. Hang in there, Nick!" Judy laughed pitifully at Nick as she read from the hefty manual. His ears shot up from hearing what she said, eyes opened wide in disbelief. His arm muscles were already aching from typing "ZPD traffic cameras" in the search bar.

"Are you serious? My arms will fall off!" Nick complained, snatching the instructions from her paw, scanning through the lines, only to groan painfully when he found out that she was not pulling his leg. "Seriously, I am going to become handicapped."

Judy chuckled at Nick's exasperation. "Fine, I will help you. Let's do this together," She reassured him. Pulling away from the mouse, she skipped to the keyboard. "You do the odd letters, I will do the evens."

Even with Judy helping him with half the load, Nick felt as though his muscles were about to snap each time he pushed down hard on a key. His arms were on fire, his nerves screaming in agony. The constant stretching over the keyboard to reach for far off buttons made Nick's whole body uncomfortable. He had broken into a shivering cold sweat even though the office was air conditioned. He readjusted his tie, allowing the cold air to revitalize his sweaty neck. Meanwhile, Judy stomped hard on top of the keys; She had to kick the button with both legs as she lands on it else the key would not budge from her light weight. They were only halfway through the serial number and he was craving for a lie-down. But he pushed himself to continue; now it was not a test of strength but of willpower. After what seems like an eternity of extreme button pressing, he smacked his head down on the keyboard; His tongue lolling outside his mouth, panting from severe exhaustion. The effects of sending his body into overdrive were starting to hit him like vehicles running over an unnoticed roadkill on a busy highway.

"All... up to you now Judy," Nick muttered, face still resting on the keyboard. He was melting on the inside. "I think I can see Mr. Big's grandmamma. Tell him that I am going to say hello to her."

"I seriously wonder how did you pass the ZPD's officer training programme," Judy asked as she observed Nick slowly slipping from the keyboard like a drunkard, plopping himself on the cushioned seat. "Well then, I guess I would do the tracking instead."

"You go do that, Carrots, I will just... rest for a moment," Nick replied, barely audible as he spoke into the seat. He had his arms folded into his body, massaging the aching muscles with his paws. "And about the programme, it's a long story."

The monitor displayed sixteen equally sized camera viewports, four on each row and column. A couple of them were only in grayscale and one was an infrared camera. All were scanning different parts of Zootopia. There is a timer at the top left corner of every viewport, accompanied with the date of the recording. Judy hopped down from the table back on the chair, retrieving the rolled up case folder from an almost "dead" Nick's back pocket. The fox remained unfazed, still tending to his sore body whilst cradled in a foetal position. "Now let's see... Aspen street, near Ducking Doughnuts outlet and at around 8:20 a.m."

Nick shifted his gaze at Judy as she manoeuvred the mouse by herself, constantly switching back and forth to the monitor screen to check the cursor's position. He was amazed at how she did not show any signs of tiredness yet. She must have trained a lot, no wonder she topped her class. He watched as Judy slowly typed out the street name, outlet name and the time into the respective search bars key by key. Just simply looking at the effort she had to exert on the buttons individually made his muscles feel like as though he was pressing on them again. Yup, definitely needing a workout, you lazy fox, he told himself mentally. Judy in the meantime was rewinding and forwarding the video cameras that pan near the target street with the trusty, yet large as well remote controller. It took a few tries and readjusting before they could see Clawhauser happily hopping across the traffic junction.

"There he is! Now to source out the culprit..." Judy exclaimed with anxiety, her vision glued to the bright LCD screen display. Nick propped himself upright, his undying curiosity overpowering his fatigue. It was one of his most prominent habits - things that caught his interest would never be ignored. Which was probably how he managed to know of everyone in Zootopia. Judy had cropped out the portion of the timeline and set it through a continuous loop, showing Clawhauser crossing the road amongst a dense crowd. Everybody was packed so tightly that they all seemed to be brushing against the cheetah. "This is going to take some time," she noted.

Nick's sharp eyes darted throughout the crowd on the monitor screen. He had skimmed through photographs before when he was a con artist back in the days. Every single detail was captured in mere seconds. Photographic memory was something he possessed even when he was just a kit. His impeccably fast memorizing had proved useful at the young age. Nick had belonged to a poor family of three. He lived mostly with his mother but his father always came back late from his unofficial "work" outside. Foxes were heavily discriminated back then that no one even wanted to hire them. Wanting to help out with his family's economy, he was determined to join the Junior Ranger Scouts just to be certified as a Senior Scout; which came with a lump sum of money as a reward during promotion day. But to be able to join, he was required to know the very basics of the Scout's code. His mother, Mrs. Wilde, was only capable of scraping up enough savings to purchase a second hand attire from a desperate broker; but did not have the buck to get him the scouts' manual in the bookstore. Still not giving up on that strand of hope, he paid a visit to the bookstore and flipped through the manual, taking in as many details as he could memorize in one go before being chased out by the shopkeeper. He would repeat it with other bookstores around the vicinity till he was confident and capable of reciting the whole manual in his mind. Those were the tough times in his childhood, and he could never forget about it. Nick shook his head, clearing his clouded mind as he restudied the video once again. This time, something caught his eye.

"Stop it right there!" Nick blurted out loud, making Judy flinch in place. She hurriedly paused the video and slowly rewound the recording. "Pause! There we go," he said as she stopped the camera once again.

"Is that a Hyena?" Judy asked, squinting her eyes as she tried to guess from the blur of brown-yellowish pixels which overlapped Clawhauser's legs. The suspect was moving so quickly that the low-quality traffic camera was only able to capture its essence of movement.

"No doubt, the tickets disappeared as soon as he left," Nick replied.

"It's a male?" Judy inquired sceptically as she went closer to the screen for a "better" view. "How do you tell apart a male from a female with a bunch of blurred pixels on the screen?"

"Don't question it, Hopscotch," Nick answered offhandedly, putting on his half-lidded gaze to hide his pride. "I know this guy. It's Nat, the hyena. He is known for his pickpocket habits. He only steals valuable things which he would sell to potential clients in the black sheep market. Given that it is evening, it is possible he has gathered a few willing buyers. We would have to sneak inside the market to spy on him for details of the rendezvous location."

"How are you so well informed of all these illegal organizations?" Judy exclaimed in surprise.

"As I said, I know everybody. Do not question my knowledge for stuff. All you have to know is that I did nothing illegal that could put me in jail, Carrots." Nick said as he slumped down back onto the seat once more, exhaustion flooding through his body again, taking over as the drive from his curiosity died down. "Now could we get some rest? I really need some..."