"Nick! Rise and shine!" Mary Anne shouted the next morning.

Nick woke up with his fur all messy and wavy. He was greeted by the smell of eggs being cooked. "Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. I'm awake."

Nick walked out of his room and sees his mom flipping the eggs in the air like some kind of sous-chef while the television was playing news.

"Nick, dear. You overslept by… half an hour! What time did you get back here?"

"Around midnight. The bus took way longer than expected."

"Really? Oh, well. You can't really change anything around here. Check my bag if my uniform's in there."

Nick looked inside the backpack and found his mother's chef uniform. "They're all here. Apron, Fur net and fur gloves."

"Alright." Mary anne put some salt, pepper and some chives on the scrambled egg. "Your breakfast's ready!"

Mary Anne headed to the bathroom and put some makeup on and came out a few minutes later, while Nick was eating and watching the news.

"Next time, give me a call if you're gonna be late okay? I gotta get to work now, sweetie!"

Mary Anne kissed Nick in the forehead, grabbed her bag and headed off to work.

A Few Hours later…

Nick was back in the dealership, all cleaned up and ready for another day at work. Today, Mr. Quillback's first task for him was to pick up some papers in the file room. The file room was much bigger than Quillback, so even Nick was confused by this irrational logic.

Nick opened the door to the file room and turned on the lights. The entire room had several cabinets and every single one was blue. Nick sifted through the file cabinets and found the one marked 'loans' in the far left corner of the room and took out all 37 folders under the label 'Loans'.

Nick walked out of the room with the folders in he left the room, he hit his small toe in the doorway and dropped making a mess and a restrained yelp. Nick sighed and picked up the first piece of paper in front of him. The loaner was a polar bear wearing a suit and named Koslov. He looked like an old geezer but his listed age was 25. He placed it in the folder marked 'D. Koslov' and picked up the next folder. Nick noticed this loaner was also wearing the same suit. He placed it in the right folder and Nick picked up three more. He noticed in each loaner's picture that they all wore the same exact suit: Black with a white dress shirt and a red tie. The papers also had a blue stamped 'B' in the bottom right of each one. Nick felt his heart pounding as he fixed the folders and realized this dealership's is more than it appears to be.

"Mr. Quillback? Here are all the folders."

"Nice job, kid. Go back outside. Try to get some customers in here. I gotta make some calls."

"About that… is it related to the loaners?"

Mr. Quillback looked at Nick with prejudice and seriousness.

"You'd best ignore this kid. These files are confidential. You'll get in trouble if you share details about customers. Now go."

Just as Nick was leaving the dealership, the phone in Mr. Quillback's desk rang.

"Nick? It's for you."

"NICK! HELP!"

"Mom?!"

"Nicholas Wilde. Come to the storage warehouse east of the dealership. Look for storage room 9. We'll be waiting." A different voice emerged and hung up the phone.

"Holy crap. Sir-"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

Nick dropped and picked the phone up again and dialed 911.

"911. What's your emergency?"

"Hello, 911? My mother was kidnapped and the culprit is in the Store-lot in… 94 Oasis Drive, inside storage room 9. Please send help."

"Okay, sir. I'll send some officers to the location."

Nick sprinted out of the glass doors again and went down on all fours as he ran to the storage lot.

Shep was relaxing in his cruiser, on break, listening to some music while eating a cinnamon roll in front of his favorite coffee shop: La Crème de la Café.

"All units, be advised. We have a 207 in 94 Oasis Drive, storage room 9. 10-40." The radio blared and surprised Shep. He picked it up despite being on break.

"10-4, Dispatch. Officer Frosthowler en route."

Shep wiped his paws in a napkin and drove to the location without his sirens, in order to avoid alerting the kidnappers of his arrival.

Arriving at the storage lot, Shep noticed he was the only officer in the vicinity. The entire lot was deserted too.

"Dispatch, this is Officer Frosthowler. 10-15. Requesting back up."

"Negative. We don't have any other units right now."

"Oh for fuck's sake! And this is a goddamned kidnapping, too!" Shep ranted to himself in the middle of the storage lot.

Shep drew his tranquilizer and headed to storage room 9. He lifted the door up and was merely greeted by a few dust particles.

"Where the f-"

"Drop it." Shep hears a click behind his head. Shep immediately complied, knowing exactly what the threat behind him was.

"Is that a live gun?" Shep chuckled. "Boy, you're in so much trouble right now. I mean, you DO realize that those things are BANNED?"

"I know. Besides, it seems like I'm always in trouble." Savage smacks the back of Shep's head with the pistol's grip and Shep fell on the floor, knocked unconscious.

Not soon after, Nick arrived at the storage lot and scurried over to storage room 9. Nick lifted the door as fast as he could. Inside, Nick found Shepherd tied up in a chair, with a familiar rabbit beside him.

"Mr. Savage? Where's my mom?!"

"Don't worry about her. She's been taken to a safe house."

"Let Shep go."

"Hmm, lemme think about it... Nah. Get him, boys."

Nick was swarmed by 6 opossums from different directions. He tried fighting them off, but then he felt a sharp sting in his neck. Nick felt weaker and weaker and fell to the cold, hard ground and fell asleep.

"Alright, guys. Bring these two to the car. I gotta make a call."

Before they opossums dragged the two unconscious mammals away, Jack grabbed Shep's radio and pushed the PTT button.

"Dispatch, patch me to the chief. Tell him it's an old friend."

The radio went silent for a few seconds until…

"Jack Savage." A deep voice resonates from the radio and emits in the small storage room.

"There you are, Bogo! Packages are secure."

"Perfect. Whatever we're planning, remember that this little alliance is temporary."

"Yeah, I know. It's gonna be a lotta fun."

"This operation better work. My entire goddamn career is at jeopardy working with your mafia. If anyone else knows about this…"

"Take a tranquilizer to the ass and chill out, Bogo! We'll shut them up before they say 'Uncle'!"

"They better. Bogo out."

Jack took the foldable chair with him and turned off the storage room's lights and closed the door.