Chapter 3
I'm sorry that I moved this, but a reviewer reminded me that it was the right thing to do. Thank you and enjoy!
Gideon and his gang were still relaxing in the bar when they suddenly heard honking and a car swiveling nearby. Gideon was about to tell his anxious crew to ignore it when he heard a familiar rabbit whoop with joy.
Before anyone could have suggested otherwise, Gideon leapt out of his seat and sprinted outside. Duke's car was spinning round and around, and once Gideon saw who was in it, his jaw dropped.
"Hey, Duke! It's them freaks! They stole your ride!" Travis, Duke, and the rest of the gang huddled around Gideon and peered over his shoulders, gawking at the pair.
Duke growled as Nick gave him a coy wave. "Why I otta..."
Nick smirked smugly as he drove. "Would it be immature to do a little victory honk?"
Judy giggled and stole a glance at the weasel. Duke looked ready to throw a fit. "Okay, but just one."
Nick honked, headed straight, and drove away from the bar when they both heard sirens blazing. A police car instantly blocked their path and drew some unwanted attention.
Judy banged her head against the seat. They could not afford to go to prison again. They had already been thrice! "I thought you had it under control!"
"Just because I'm the better driver -" Nick shifted to reverse. " - It does NOT mean I know what we're doing!"
"DRIVE!" Nick complied, but they both had to make sure no one was going to get hit behind them as Nick drove. Soon, they were on a highway. Other drivers honked crazily at them. Some even yelled and cussed at them. In front of them, the police car pursured them through every turn, swerve, and obstacle.
But then, Nick swerved a little too much, and the car skidded to a ditch. Nick visibly paled. Judy tightly held on to his arm and screamed. Luckily, Nick was sharp in these situations and put the car in drive before the vehicle was in a rough spot.
Unfortunately, as he drove out, the convertible slammed into the police car.
They went rigid as a huge, grumbling elephant officer stomped to their car and motioned for Nick to roll down his window. Judy recognized the officer and grinned sweetly, hoping a bit of butt-kissing would help.
"Francine!" She noticed the small, pink party hat on Francine's head. "I love your hat. What's the occasion?"
Francine glared daggers at her. "My birthday." Her tone of voice implied she really, really wanted to slap Judy's face.
"Happy Birthday!" Nick shouted as happily as possible, laughing uneasily. Francine soon glared at him, too, and Nick knew he and his wife would be behind bars shortly.
Well, shit. He gritted his teeth as Francine made him get out of the car and lay on the hood of the car. She put handcuffs on him and then Judy.
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At the police station, Francine gave them a lecture (as usual) and they were left to sulk for a little bit.
"Imagine how furious Dan is right now," Judy whispered. Nick furiously kicked the chair in front of them.
"Forget Dan! What about Mom? She hates this crap!"
As soon as he was calm, Judy gently caressed Nick's paw. "Nick?"
"Hmm?"
"We could rat on Dan," she suggested softly. Dan had never hit Tommy, yet, but he often hit Charlotte, Nick, and Judy. Nick just shook his head and grunted irritably.
"They didn't believe us the first time we told them. Even before stealing. What makes you think they'll believe us now?"
They sat in silence for a few minutes until Judy thought of something else. "Nick? Remember when we were kids and... we wanted to make the world a better place like our parents?"
Nick shut his eyes tightly. "And what did I tell you?"
Judy sighed deeply. "That the world will only see us for what we are. And so far, you've been right." She saw something gleaming on Nick's chest. "What's that?"
"This?" Nick held the medallion. He had fashioned it into a necklace. "My dad's medallion. Remember?" Judy nodded. She remembered it very well. She still had her mother's medallion under her pillow.
She took a closer look. "Nick, there's a number on there."
"What?"
"Just - Just let me look." She picked it up and examined it. "Hmm... Remember Chief Bogo? He told us to call if we ever needed him, right?" Nick's eyes lit up. "Right, Nick? Nick?"
He whipped out his phone and dialed the number on the medallion. "Hello?"
"Thank you for calling the Tropical Trust Bank!" A female voice chirped. "How may I help you?"
"Um..." Nick glanced warily at Judy. "Is there a Mr. Bogo there?"
There was a long, awkward pause. Then, the voice said monotonously, "Goodbye, sir."
"Wait!" Nick paused, fighting the memory of first meeting Bogo. He had said something, a sort of password... "Where's the Chief?" There was another awkward pause.
Then, she spoke up again. "Your complaint has been forwarded. Thank you."
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They uneasily walked outside of the prison. Francine was there, arms crossed and scowling at them in pure disbelief. "You'll be back, Wilde's. It's not everyday that some idiot bails you out."
They descended down the front stairs and turned the corner. Then, they spotted a tall cape buffalo in a handsome black suit who sketchily looked like he had been waiting for them.
He cleared his throat as they walked by him. "So, are you two going to thank the idiot who bailed you out?"
Nick and Judy halted and looked up at him cautiously. "What's your agenda, Mr. - Ow!" His wife promptly punched his arm.
"Thank you." Judy smiled up at him. "You're... Mr. Bogo, right? We remember you! I'm Judy -"
"Why would I have freed you if I did not know who you two were, Mr. and Mrs. Wilde?"
Judy laughed awkwardly. "Right. I'm sorry. But, um, who are you again?"
"Agent Chief Bogo of Kingzoo, the Secret Service." He finally turned to Nick. "I worked with your parents."
Nick cocked his head. "Say what now?"
Bogo just gestured to the limousine parked not too far from them. "Come with me. We have much to go over."
Nick and Judy exchanged wary glances. "Listen, uh, Bart -"
"Bogo. Chief Bogo."
"Right! So, listen..." Nick pretended to check his phone. "It's almost six and we're famished."
"Right!" Judy agreed briskly.
"So, how about we give you our number, and we can discuss this some other time?"
"Plus we have a son," Judy added gleefully.
"Oh, darn!" Nick slapped his leg. "Gotta worry about the kids! Heh..." Bogo just growled at them and slowly approached them.
Judy perceived this as a threat and immediately took out her pocket knife, hopped, and aimed at his throat while clinging to his collar.
"We're not going anywhere with you," Judy hissed. Bogo looked bored, which unnerved both rabbit and fox. "Now leave us alone, tough guy!"
"What if I told you I could offer you both decent jobs," Bogo asked calmly. Judy still kept the knife dangerously close to his throat. "No offense, but you two look like you could use the money."
Judy's eyes narrowed to slits. "We are doing just fine." She replied coldly.
"No cars, wrinkly clothes, stealing...Heh, sounds like a dream come true."
Judy lowered her knife and hopped off of Bogo, who quickly brushed the wrinkles out of his clothes.
"I don't know how you know all that, and that gives us another reason to avoid you."
Bogo rolled his eyes and locked his car. "Just let me buy you two some drinks. I'm an old friend, remember?"
Nick shrugged and grinned at the buffalo. "It couldn't hurt, Carrots." The rabbit sighed tiredly, relenting. She still did not trust him, but at least she had her knife if the buffalo tried anything stupid.
"Fine. I could definitely use one. Where to?"
