Judy couldn't help but note the irony of the situation that she was now in at the mall with Nick. Usually, she was the one dragging Nick around from store to store. Today it was Nick doing that, and the stores that he had chosen were definitely not the kind that Judy would have gone to on any normal day. First up was, "The Sad Panda." The entire store was lit up with an odd mix of UV lights and lava lamps. Furthermore, it seemed to Judy that the clothes on the racks consisted of only two colors, black and gray. Nick looked around for a bit before shaking his head.

"Nope, this isn't going to work. Too sad, the kind of individuals that we are supposed to be selling to are more interested in being happy about finding laser dots and empty boxes than emotional turmoil."

With that they went to "Mango Confederacy" where Nick started to find what he was looking for. Grabbing a couple of very expensive polo's and a few short sleeved button up shirts along with a few pairs of shorts he went into a changing room. This left Judy alone to study the aisles and look for something for herself. A quick look around led her to the women's section and an entire aisle full of dresses. Sundresses, short skirts and regular long dresses, the whole lot was laid out in front of her and she actually liked most of them. As she was looking through the dresses though she noticed that the prices on them were a little steep for her. Spotting someone standing at the end of the aisle in chico's and a fancy black polo Judy figured they must be staff and decided to ask them to help her find cheaper versions of what she liked so far.

"Excuse me sir? I was wondering if you help me find something like this that's about three sizes smaller and around one third the price." She hadn't really looked at their face, more interested in the clothing that she had inexplicably found herself suddenly attached to. He bent over so as to bring his face level with hers and lowered his aviators.

"It's me carrots." Judy looked a little startled while Nick cracked a wide grin. "Told you I was good at this sort of thing. You thought that I was an employee huh?"

"Well, yeah but only for a little bit."

"I got you carrots, admit it. Now, let's see what you've got here… What is this?"

"A dress!"

"You were going to wear a dress to a nightclub?" Judy looked a little confused, not quite picking up on just what she had gotten wrong.

"Judy, when you go to a nightclub, especially the kind that we're going to, you are going there to dance around, get strung out and make some really bad choices. Perhaps they are at the time fun choices, but by the next day they usually end up being bad. In this case, that means that you ought to go there wearing shorts and a tank top."

"Wait, I thought you said that we were going to dress up like dealers."

"We are, and in general, dealers just dress up like slightly classier versions of their clientele. Which means for you, shorts, a tank top, a cap and maybe a shirt to go with it, and I'm pretty sure that you have all of that in your closet." Judy looked a little disappointed at this, letting her ears droop slightly as she went to put the dress back on the rack. As she turned around though Nick lifted the dress up and away from her and gave her a little smile.

"I didn't say that we couldn't get it anyway."

"But it's not needed for the investigation!"

"Sure it is, it's um… Needed in case we need a change of clothes! You know, next week or something. Besides, it's not like chief Bogo is going to examine the ZPD's investigations bill all that closely." Judy's face now made a rapid transition at that moment from minor disappointment in fashion choices to one of major disappointment in her partner's rather lax morals.

"Nick you are not putting that on the ZPD's card!" Nick rolled his eyes as they stood in line at the cashier.

"Fine, I guess this means that I'll just pay for it." It always surprised Nick how quickly Judy could go from 'disapproving glare' to 'hugging him so tightly he couldn't breathe.'

Leaving the mall Nick then told Judy to drive them back to HQ, having apparently just gotten a text from Bogo about his 'special request.' Entering HQ Nick made sure to make his presence known, since someone might find it suspicious that a fox in a black polo and chico's was just strolling through the ZPD. They then made a beeline to Chief Bogo's office. Opening the door Judy was overwhelmed by the smell of… Mint? Judy was more than a little bit confused.

"Why does this place smell like my grandma's house?" Chief Bogo shrugged and nodded towards Nick.

"Ask him."

"Simple carrots, on the street certain individuals mix mint and other similar herbs with catnip to both obscure its scent and appearance." Almost kicking herself at how obvious it was she realized what Nick was doing.

"Oh, that's right. They're both part of the family Lamiaceae! Same as Mentha and Lavendula!" now Nick looked more than a little confused.

"If you're trying to say that catnip looks similar to mint and a few other herbs then yes. That's why I asked chief Bogo here to buy us a few kilos of them as well as some concentrated oil."

"And that's why my office now smells like a damned scented candle shop."

"Relax Chief, if anything it might help to put you in a better mood." The low growl and Bogo's glare quickly sent Nick's ears flat against his head.

"Kidding…" Judy was too busy thinking to notice the little confrontation between Nick and Bogo however.

"Chief Bogo?" He turned his head slowly

"…Yes Hopps?"

"If we are going to be undercover for this operation shouldn't we be driving something a little less… Conspicuous than a squad car?"

"Right you are Hops, follow me." Chief Bogo got up from his large desk and led them out of his office towards the back of HQ.

Taking them outside into the parking lot they followed him towards a large tarp covered vehicle that stood apart from the rest. Nick rolled his eyes a little at this.

"Let me guess, it's an old four cylinder that barely hits sixty?" Chief Bogo raised an eyebrow.

"Actually officer Wilde," he removed the tarp, "it's a V8 with over 500 brake horse power and a leather interior." Nick's jaw went slack and his ears perked up. He couldn't believe that the ZPD had something this nice just sitting around in its lot. The beautiful all black car looked like something from a police drama. The sporty appearance making it just look fast even when it was merely sitting there, perfectly still.

"Wow…" More complicated words to describe his interest in the vehicle had escaped him for the time being. Bogo, noting Nick's admiration, added an addendum to his statement.

"I am rather found of this car myself Nick. Actually, I'm planning on buying it when we decide to retire it in a few years. I'm giving it to you two for this investigation under one condition."

"What?"

"Hopps is driving." Nick looked utterly crestfallen, while Judy on the other hand had a grin slowly creeping across her face. Nick glared a little at her as Judy attempted to stifle her enthusiasm, failing as her nose began to twitch and foot rapidly thumped a staccato on the pavement. Giving up Nick let his head fall into his paws.

"Go ahead carrots, let it out." Judy let the smile take full form and jumped into the air to grab the keys that Bogo was now holding out.

"YES!" Nick let out a long sigh.

"Alright carrots, let's get all this back to my place. We need to make something that looks like catnip."

Jumping into the car, Judy enthusiastically made the necessary adjustments to the seat and pedals making sure that they were all in their proper position for her as Chief Bogo looked on with an almost imperceptible sliver of admiration. Nick meanwhile, seemed to move like a kit that had just been scolded. Dejectedly closing the door behind him he put on his sunglasses and leaned back into the seat. Someday, he would be as good a driver as Judy, but until then he could always rely on his characteristic snarky comments.