The leporine officer sat determinedly behind the wheel of the big police cruiser, peering over the taller dashboard as the situation continued to unfold.

The radio crackled to life, her voice serious and ready to ensure that the city remained safe in the wake of someone trying to flee the police, driving away quite recklessly in the process. "This is Officer Hopps. I am in pursuit. Requesting backup."

The current high-speed chase unfolded with a mix of speed and spectacle. The rabbit officer expertly maneuvered her ZPD cruiser through the winding streets, getting closer to the stolen motorcycle that tried to get away. Driven by a cunning stoat, it continued to weave its way through traffic.

Zootopia's streets suddenly became a blur as the chase intensified. Sirens wailed, echoing off the skyscrapers, and the bunny's paws gripped the wheel with determination, her ears flattened against the wind.

The stoat's motorcycle executed sharp turns, narrowly avoiding obstacles with a skill that belied its criminal intent. The officer deftly followed, her focus unwavering. As they sped through Sahara Square, the chase became a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, passers-by unable to do anything else but curiously look at what was happening after what had been a mundane and quiet afternoon.

The mustelid glanced back, seeing the officer was on his tail just then. "You'll never catch me, ya little fuzzball!" he shouted, seemingly sure he wouldn't be caught. His words weren't fully heard over the merging sounds all around the rabbit, but she could read his lips and knew what he was saying back at her.

Her response was a determined grunt, her tiny footpaw pressing the accelerator. The pursuit continued through the bustling city center, the stolen motorcycle leaving a trail of overturned fruit stands and startled pedestrians in its wake. The stoat, realizing he couldn't shake off his determined pursuer, took a risky turn into the Zootopia Grand Park.

As the motorcycle sped toward a makeshift ramp near the park's fountain, Cotton's eyes widened. With a burst of determination, she followed suit, the cruiser catching air as it soared over the fountain. Water sprayed in all directions as they landed, and the stoat attempted from there to escape on foot and proceeded to bolt from off his motorcycle.

The lagomorph's actions were quick as she opened the cruiser door and stepped right out. "Freeze!" she shouted, holding a paw out in front of her.

The stoat's attention was received as he immediately brought his running to a halt, putting his paws up in the air and turning around. His laughter turned into a nervous chuckle as the officer that had called out to him came walking up to where he stood. "Well, well, well... Who knew a widdle bunny wabbit like you could pull off such a chase?"

The officer, who he quickly saw was a kit of very tiny stature, marched up to him in a miniature uniform that seemed straight out of a costume store, adorned with patches that read "Officer Cotton Hopps" in vibrant letters. The seriousness on her face juxtaposed amusingly with her pint-sized appearance. The cap perched atop her head threatened to slip down, and her miniature aviator sunglasses seemed almost comically large on her petite face and almost threatened to slip off her face. The stoat clearly couldn't believe this was who had pursued him.

Despite her petite frame, Officer Cotton's gaze was unwavering. Her tail, almost hidden beneath the uniform, twitched as she stood tall with a proud grin. "Never underestimate the little guys," she said, "when they're on the right side of the law."

Backup officers arrived on the scene soon enough, and the much larger mammals surrounded the stoat from either side as he was placed in pawcuffs.

"Great job, Officer Cotton!" one of the other officers, a burly rhino that towered in height compared to the small bunny, congratulated.

Cotton, with a seriousness that contradicted her size, announced, "You're under arrest for for burrr... burrr..." Cotton stumbled over the word, her small voice struggling to pronounce what he was being apprehended for. "For taking stuff that wasn't yours. And for reckless en... endan... en—"

"Burglary and reckless endangerment," the rhino officer that had already congratulated her responded, finishing her sentence for her.

Cotton, grateful for the assistance, turned to the backup officer with a nod of appreciation. Being as small as she was and not having as big of a grasp on more advanced vocabulary as the other much-older officers in the precinct, sometimes she found herself stumbling when she needed to say a longer word than usual. "Thank you!" she said back to him with gratitude. Turning back to the apprehended suspect, she then said, "You're under arrest for burglary and reckless endangerment. You have the right to remain silent, or speak in bunny language if that is what you want to do."

"What?" the stoat snapped back. "Speak in bunny language? What kind of rights are those?"

"And you have the right to be served broccoli," Cotton added just as the door of a nearby cruiser was being opened and the stoat was being placed in the backseat of it.

The stoat's eyes widened in horror and he let out a gasp. "Broccoli?" he exclaimed. "No! Anything but that. That's my least favorite vegetable!"


The room echoed with the laughter and playful banter of the Hopps siblings, lost in the world they had created with their vivid imaginations. Building blocks transformed into towering skyscrapers, and the room became a bustling metropolis, all within the realm of their playful minds. Little figure toys from other playsets that had and toy cars moved across the floor with the enthusiastic input of the trio.

Cotton's two brothers, Adam and Alan, equally engrossed in the make-believe scenario, provided the soundtrack of sirens and screeching tires, their tiny voices mimicking the sounds of a high-speed pursuit.

In the midst of their imaginative playtime together, Judy Hopps, their older sister that came to visit the farm from Zootopia, silently observed from the doorway. A smile played on her lips as she marveled at the scene unfolding in her siblings' room. The camaraderie, the laughter, and the shared dreams filled the space with an indescribable warmth.

"So sweet..." Judy whispered to herself.

Just as she savored the precious moment, Bonnie Hopps appeared beside her. She leaned against the door frame, watching the playful spectacle alongside her with a warm, knowing smile. "Well, your father and I already know what Cotton's going to be when she grows up," Bonnie remarked, her voice filled with maternal pride. "She says she wants to be just like you and solve a big mystery someday."

Judy turned to her mother, a grin spreading across her face. "She's got the same dream I had."

Bonnie chuckled, her gaze still fixed on the room where the trio continued their imaginative adventure. Judy's eyes softened as she watched the youngest of her sisters continue playing with her siblings.