Noah sat in the the car, hot from the car heat and feeling very queasy and shaky, the policemen talking about kids and their stupidity thinking they are the bosses of Zootopia. Noah was too afraid to argue with them. He didnt know who was the the worst to fear; Mrs. Pride, Mr. Mudway or Brent.
Eventually they reached a huge building surrounding almost the whole square where it was based. The words Zootopia Police Department, with ZPD in brackets below the title, was in-scripted at the entrance. Noah was removed from the car and was taken into the building. The lobby was large room with other police officers doing their jobs, arresting real culprits, signing certain things or perhaps on coffee break. At the end of the lobby was a very fat cheetah with a box of doughnuts by his side and a snow globe of a gazelle in sparkly red skirt and bikini, the title below reading Gazelle.
"What have we here, McHorn, Wolfard?"
"Pickpocket, Clawhauser," replied McHorn. "We're taking him to Bogo."
The cheetah looked down at the dazed, handcuffed fox cub.
"O M Goodness!" he reacted. "Only little pup!"
He pinched Noah's cheek affectionately and shaking it. But when he noticed the blood on his face and stained on his top, he then asked "Is he a ruffian?"
"Could be," said Wolford. "We're taking him to Bogo to get some info out of him."
"Awww," said Clawhauser sweetly. "A possible thug? Looks too cute for one. Is there such thing as a cute troublemaker?" he added in wonderment.
"I'll come too," said the rabbit who suddenly appeared. "We need to decide where to find his parents."
"So what's this?"
Noah looked up dizzily to see much taller fox and a smirky smile, also wearing a police uniform.
"A suspected pickpocket," explained the rabbit. "We need to take him to Bogo and sort this out."
"He's guilty, Hopps," said Wolford. "The mob was chasing him."
"And where is the purse?" said Officer Hopps sternly.
The rhino and wolf looked at each other uncomfortably.
"Try reading a book before assuming, bozos," remarked the police fox with a cocky smirk.
Though looking troubled, they held Noah and took him up the steps, the police rabbit and fox following.
Noah was forced along a spiral staircase and down a long wing to a door which read the name Chief Bogo.
They knocked.
"Enter!"
They opened the door and Noah saw behind a desk, an aggressive looking buffalo and he looked very angry.
"What's this then?" he asked shortly. "I was in the middle of scanning through a three-year-old case."
Wow! You're one hot dancer, Chief Bogo!
The bull tried to maintain his stern look while he obviously fell into a sheepish manner.
"You're a Gazelle fan?" asked Wolford curiously.
"What's this about?" Bogo snapped. "Who's this fox?"
"Pickpocket, Chief," said Officer Wolford as they brought the young handcuffed fox cub forward to the desk. "Stole a Dalmatian's purse."
"Assaulted her as well," added McHorn.
"Only he doesn't happen to have the purse," said Officer Hopps defensively. "And she was a tall dog. How could one small fox cub attack her?"
Bogo gave the expression that she was right but looked down at Noah firmly.
"What is your name, boy?" he asked the fox.
Noah hung his head down drowsily.
"I asked you a question!" said the chief more sharply.
"Chief, please! You're scaring him," said Officer Hopps. She knelt down to him. "What's your name?" she asked gently placing a paw on his shoulder.
"Need water," Noah said weakly.
"Nate Water," said Officer Hopps to Bogo.
Bogo wrote the name down and set his pen ready to write down the charge.
"Where did the thievery take place?" asked Bogo.
"The say Trunkworth's," explained McHorn.
The buffalo looked down at Noah.
"What were you doing there, boy?" asked Bogo.
"Nothing," he said weakly.
"So he acted alone," said Wolford.
"Now let's just think this through," said the police fox logically. "We can just go to the shop and ask Trunkworth if he can play his surveillance to us so we can all cut the fair share of the doughnut."
"Be reasonable," agreed Judy. "Yes he's a suspect but he doesn't have the purse on him. And have you seen how ill he looks?"
Noah did look very ill and he was panting as though lacking fluids.
"He's trying to steal your heart, Hopps," said McHorn. "Always think bunnies are loveable, cute fluff toys who will find pity for anyone - sorry," he added quickly when he saw Officer Hopps glare at him. "I forgot rabbits are sensitive to being called - the C word."
Beep!
"Sir?"
"Not now, Clawhauser!" Bogo answered over the intercom.
"A rabbit is to speak about the -"
"NOT - NOW!"
"Back on topic," said Officer Hopps. "Chief, this kid has to be a professional actor other wise he wouldn't be looking so ill. And have you seen the blood on his face?"
"Right you are, Hopps," said Bogo as he filled a form in. "But we need to make precautions here in Zootopia. Who knows if he is faking? Even though is real of course The fox will remain in custody until the purse is found, with treatment to his wounds and ailment - if he is ailing that is."
"Now wait just one minute!" snapped the police fox aggressively looking at his employer. "Detaining a kid who looks around four or five? That's just abusing your authority don't you think. Like Carrots said there is evidence he stole the purse - oh, wait. That's right there isn't. Because there is nothing on him."
"And the Dalmatian was in good shape - no marks or bruises on her whatsoever," said Officer Hopps boldly.
Bogo rose up to argue with the two small recruits but the door swung open.
"CHIEF!"
It was the rabbit Noah had helped before this predicament - and evidently the rabbit referred over the intercom.
"Crikey!" reacted Bogo. "Surely any animal would know what knocking means."
"Forgive me, chief," apologised the rabbit. "But I'm the new recruit, Blake Ryo from the Deerbrooke County Police Department?"
"Blake!" cried Judy as they hugged. "It's so wonderful to see you."
"I'm happy to see you too, Jude the Dude!"
"We were expecting you tomorrow," said Bogo gruffly. "Not today."
"Yes, sir," said Blake. "But I'm here to tell you what I know of this current case."
"It's already decided, Ryo," said Bogo shortly still standing up and looming over his desk. "This child is to stay in custody until the purse is found."
"That doesn't mean I can't witness a scene if any!" yelled Blake. "I demand you hear me! You have the wrong fox!"
A moment of silence followed.
Bogo looked taken back by this take-back from this small rabbit. He grumbled and sighed.
"Very well. What happened?" he asked sitting back down.
"Thank you," said Blake sharply. "It was not this kid who stole the purse. The thievery was committed by two other kids: a rabbit and another fox."
"They don't belong to us," joked the fox.
"Nick!" snapped Judy.
Blake continued the story:
"The real thief happened to be wearing the same clothing as the prisoner here. The rabbit swiped the Dalmatian's purse and handed it to the real thieving fox. I watched this kid regarding the whole scene in horror. The moment I pointed out the robbery, the two ran for it leaving him confused. The Dalmatian was an arrogant, pompous bitch. I tried to tell her but she knocked me aside. Her chasing the kid led to the mob joining in. I can tell this kid's a good egg because he returned some money that blew out of my pocket. The shop owner Mr. Trunkworth witnessed the crime too."
"That I did," said an elephant through the open office window startling everyone. "Forgive my intrusion like this but I'm Mr. Trunkworth, the owner of the bookshop where the robbery took place. I was leading my customers to a section when I looked over and saw the bunny draw the purse out of the dog's bag. I was about to alert her when Mr. Ryo here got to it first."
If you're not satisfied, Trunkworth himself gave me a copy of the video in the shop if you want proof."
He brandished a VHS tape from his sports bag.
They slot it into a VCR and watched the entire scene which was as faithful as Blake's description as well as Mr. Trunkworth's point of view.
"But suppose the same clothing was part of the whole thing," said McHorn losing his confidence of the case.
"You're a sharp diamond, Hornsy. No one could possibly distinguish circumstantial evidence like that," remarked Officer Wilde smiling smugly.
"That's enough, Wilde!" snapped Bogo but he glared at McHorn and Wolfard. "I don't suppose either of you bothered to ask the young fox some questions before taking him to custody."
"There was a mob, chief," defended McHorn. "I thought that proved his guilt."
"He tried to speak," added Wolford sheepishly, "but we thought he was making excuses, you know what kids are like these days."
Those excuses changed nothing, for Bogo glared at them still with the utmost savagery on his face.
"Arresting children without search or proof!" he snapped. "Are you trying to stain the name of the ZPD? The city relies on us to make sure we do our work properly after the mammal case was solved. Let me catch you at it again, Wolford, McHorn and you will be suspended. Am I making myself entirely clear?"
The rhino and wolf nodded guiltily.
"See that you do," responded Bogo. "I give severe consequences to such poor performances."
He looked down at Noah still facing the ground. "And as for you, boy! Make sure you hang with the right crowd unless you want to find yourself back in this room.
Judy looked in concern as the child's legs began to shake violently.
"The cub is free to go," Bogo declared. "Now everyone let me get back to work."
"Enjoy your Gazelle music, Chief," smirked Nick.
"You're cruising for a bruising, Wilde," Bogo growled.
Noah fainted much to Judy's shock.
"Thinks he was threatening him I guess," said Nick smiling at him.
"His legs were shaking," explained Judy as Nick knelt down and removed the cuffs from Noah's paws.
"Up you come, buddy," said Nick as he lifted the unconscious cub in his arms and they left Bogo's office, McHorn and Wolford leaving the two foxes and rabbits, Blake bringing the tape.
"Thank you so much for speaking for this kid," said Judy gratefully to Blake.
"I'm only doing my job," Blake smiled. "Maybe we should still find out where he came from."
"Yes," Judy agreed. "Me and Nick will take him home with us and keep him until we analyse where he is from."
"I'll go return the tape to Mr. Trunkworth and see you guys tomorrow," said Blake.
They saw Blake off and soon as he was gone, Judy borough her phone out of her pocket.
I'll cover your shift, Nick. You just tidy him up and put him to bed in the spare bedroom."
"I'll book a taxi," said Nick. "And are you sure you wanna cover my shift, Carrots?"
"Of course," said Judy brightly as she dialled. "It's either that or let him ail even more. And make sure he has a little drink before putting him to bed."
"I'll run the cloth under cold tap also," agreed Nick.

Nick took him downstairs as he passed the reception desk.
"So, how did it go?" asked Clawhauser as he swallowed his doughnut.
"Cleared of all charges," said Nick. "The suspected he stole a purse but the rabbit Buffalo Butt wouldn't see proved this champ innocent. We're just gonna take him home, put him to bed, give his war wounds a was when he wakes up and give him some grub." He lifted Noah's top and looked at his belly that was so skinny it was close to the point you could see his ribcage. "He needs some serious fattening."
"Here!" said Clawhauser with an unopened box of doughnuts.
"Very generous, Spots," said Nick "but who knows if he's allergic. We'll find out when he wakes up."
And he left the building taking care of the fox in his arms hoping the cool air will revive him.

Noah half-opened his eyes in disorientation as he made out he was being carried by the police fox into, not a police car, but a yellow car. He was too ill to ponder so he closed his eyes, somewhat taking himself comfy in the office's grasp.