Noah was wrapped up and cosy in Nick's tail. He felt especially cosy from the kiss that a Judy had given him before she left for work, which was five in the morning. It woke Noah up but smiled happily at the fact that he had several hours to cuddle into Nick's soft body. In fact, he remembered in the orphanage when he had no clothes at all and longed to feel the warmth of another fix. He took off his pyjama top and snuggled into Nick's bare fur; lovely and warm, he could cuddle into him every night and never get bored of it.
Nick could feel the cub's snout snuggling into his side, he opened his eyes and saw Noah sleeping peacefully beside him still bundled in his tail. The fox gently pulled the cub up and placed him onto his chest. This was all to convincing that he loved this little fox and he wanted to adopt him, but then there was the accident he had performed and the cub who may be elsewhere. A very confusing choice. He had only known Noah for two days and he already loved him like his own pup, but careless as he was five years ago, would he be careless as a father?
He drifted back to sleep and was soon woken up by a tickling sensation. He opened his eyes to find Noah sitting on him, his tail up to his nose making him sneeze.
"Allergic to sleeping?" asked Noah.
"Oh no you don't," smiled Nick as he grabbed the cub, held him upside down and began tickling under his feet and then his sides, the cub's laughter serving as music to his ears - but he decided to play fair and let him win this time. He let Noah climb all over him tickling his ears and his neck until Noah was finally back sitting on Nick's chest smiling.
"Sleep well, buddy?" asked Nick.
"Very well," said Noah. "You're very warm. Thanks for letting me sleep with you."
Noah leaned forward and kissed Nick's mouth. Then he picked up the latter's tail and squeezed it tight.
"All that fluffitis paid off," Nick chuckled. "Now how about we get some breakfast inside us. We got another big day."
"What are we having?" asked Noah.
"Blueberry pancakes," said Nick. "My favourite as a cub. I think you will love pancakes. And what you've eaten last night is doing your tummy good."
The topless cub looked down at himself; his bone shapes were not as visible, thought he was not growing fat like Mr. Mudway but being fattened to health.
He climbed off Nick, put on his pyjama top and Nick put on his clothes.
"Why don't you have pyjamas, Uncle Nick?" asked Noah.
Nick blushed.
"There are pyjamas out there I don't like," he lied quickly.
Soon, the pancakes were served; covered with blueberry and lined with blueberry sauce. Noah tucked in as Nick watched his tremendous appetite, the cub fully contented with this new dish he had experienced.
"I just hope that sauce won't encourage any cavities," said Nick.
"What are cavities?" asked Noah curiously.
"Holes in your teeth," Nick explained. "You see, after the doctor visit yesterday, we decided so to make sure you are in good condition, Uncle Nick is taking you to the dentist."
"What is a dentist?"
"It's a doctor," said Nick. "But the only difference is, he looks at our teeth. What will happen is, he is going to put you on a chair that will lower down like a table, he will ask you to open and see if your teeth are good. Did you ever brush your teeth at the orphanage?"
"We did," said Noah.
"That's great then," said Nick. "But we need to make sure they are okay after five years of mushroom soup."
Nick decided best not to tell Noah about the tools such as the drill the scraper etc., for it would be a nerve-wracking wait for him otherwise, and as for the mirror, he did not think it much a big deal. He felt the dentist would explain that.
He took Noah into the bathroom and handed him a toothbrush never used. Then they both brushed their teeth top to bottom, swilled and spat. After getting Noah dressed, they headed out back into the city, both unaware of a fox wearing a white top with a dark blue neck collar and dark blue sleeves watching them leave out the door.
"What the howler are you doing here?" came a serious voice behind him.
Alex turned to see a displeased Skipper, pudding his foot.
"Fury said we were not supposed to be here."
"What are you doing here?" Alex replied. "Fury we were not supposed to be here."

Like yesterday, Noah and Nick caught the bus and into town. They were taking another turn separating them from the hospital. The bus took them to a destination Noah had never been; shops that sold tires, plants, lighters, occasional groceries and other accessory shops. But Nick and Noah passed them all and to a white building with with tooth stand above the door, but also other animal teeth by each side. The title read Zootopia Dental Parlour.
They entered and Nick went to the desk, where a leopard sat. Noah thought strongly about Patsy and the fact that she was a doctor. While the others were deceivers. he still felt trust for Patsy since she had treated his whip wounds.
"For Noah Sly," Nick requested, "an appointment Dr. Waddlewhite."
Noah and Nick then went into a big waiting room with other animals waiting for their turn, some looking scared and shaky, others looking at Noah wondering why he was not worrying or shaking. Others thought that he might just a very brave little fox, but the truth was that Noah knew nothing of dentistry so incidentally he did not know why they kept looking at him every now and then.
Finally, "Sly, Noah!" was announced. He and Nick got up form their seats and entered the door to the surgery, Wilfred Waddlewhite, D.D.S. in-scripted in gold on the door.
The room was all white except for a golden brown chair, very long in length and on top was what looked like a ceiling light standing to greet them was a hippo in a white coat. Noah's feelings welled with fear as he thought of the cruel, brutal Mr. Mudway, but the hippo was smiling.
"Hello, lad," he greeted. "You must be Noah."
"Yes, sir," said Noah timidly.
"I'm Dr. Waddlewhite," the dentist introduced. "And I will be checking your teeth today. So, if you will kindly sit on this chair."
Noah clambered on and gasped as it lowered.
"It's okay, pal," Nick assured. "Remember what i said about the chair this morning?"
Noah sighed in relief.
Dr. Waddlewhite came forward, wearing a mask over his mouth and was holding something, very similar to a bubble blower.
"What's that?" asked Noah in curiosity.
"It's a tiny mirror," the dentist explained. "It's to look at the back of your teeth so I can see how your teeth at that side."
"Will it hurt?"
"Not at all," he said kindly. "Just to reflect so I can see what your teeth look like. Open wide."
Noah opened his mouth but not so wide.
"A little wider please," the dentist instructed, "there's a good chap."
Noah was finding it difficult to breath with his mouth wide open, but he tried staying calm as the dentist examined the rows of teeth.
"Hmmm," he responded.
"How does it look so far?" asked Nick.
"Average," explained the dentist taking the mirror out. "Rather yellow - but thankfully these are only his baby teeth. How are you, Noah?"
"Hych," said, Noah with his mouth wide open.
"You can close your mouth now, pal," Nick chuckled.
"Five, sir."
"Well," said the dentist. "Not the best teeth, but no risk for cavities or infection. What has he been eating?"
"Mushroom soup," explained Noah.
"How often?"
"Every day at the orphanage."
"I'll explain," said Nick.
They both allowed Noah back into the waiting room as Nick explained about his life at the orphanage.
"Disgraceful," responded Dr. Waddlewhite. "I'd hate to think of how the other orphans are dealing with this now. Had we found them, I'd examine them free of charge. So how did he come into your paws, Mr. Wilde?"
"We've known him for two days," explained Nick. "Brought to the ZPD when he was mistakenly arrested for the supposed theft of a purse and then our newest recruit and an eye-witness exonerated the kid. He ailed so I took him home. Me and my friend have been trying everything we can to see if he is okay. We've taken him for his baby jabs - well overdue - and which is also why we are here."
"I see," said Dr. Waddlewhite as he began writing notes. "Well he is in good paws now and, being officers, I trust you're looking for his parents."
"That we are," explained Nick. "Officer Hopps is trying to track them down today."
"Well I wish you three the best of luck," said the dentist. "Those teeth, he just needs to drink plenty of milk to whiten them up. Other than that, nothing serious. But I think a little coating will help."

Noah was in the waiting room trying to attempt to read Harry Otter and the Sorcerer's Stone, when Nick called him back in. Noah walked back in feeling less scared since he had a harmless check-up.
"Now then, Noah," Dr. Waddlewhite explained gently. "What we are going to do is we are going to whiten your teeth a little."
"Will it hurt?" asked Noah back in the feeling of worry.
"Harmless as the mirror, lad," he smiled. "It'll be just like brushing your teeth. So, let's get you back on the chair and we'll get started."
Noah watched as the dentist squirted white contents onto a round-shaped toothbrush and came to the chair.
"Open please," he ordered, to which Noah obediently did.
Then Dr. Waddlewhite began brushing as gently as he could around the areas.
"Am I brushing to rough?" he checked.
Noah shook his head.
"Brave boy, Noah," said Nick proudly.
Soon, the brushing was finished and with it over, the dentist instructed that he was not allowed to eat or drink for a whole half hour.
"Forty dollars, Mr. Wilde," said Dr. Waddlewhite.
Nick was flabbergasted, but the child's health came first. There were times he wished he was still selling pawpsicles and making some rich dough.
"And if you have any problems or concerns," said Dr. Waddlewhite as he placed a bravery badge onto Noah's top, "come and see me."
"Thank you very much, sir," said Noah as he bowed politely.
"For such a dreadful place, I don't know where he gets his manners from," said the dentist.

Whilst waiting for the fluoride to settle into the teeth that needed great attention regardless that they would part company with the cub eventually, he and Nick went into the city.
"Good work today, son," said Nick. He regretted saying that however, as his thoughts retriggered from being so close to telling Judy last night.
"Thank you, Uncle Nick," said Noah. "It wasn't as difficult as the doctor! But if I need to go there again, I will try and soldier on."
"Good boy," said Nick patting his head. "You know, Uncle Nick would like you get you a present for your bravery. Is there anything you would like in particular?"
"I don't think so," said Noah.
"Nothing?" asked in surprise.
"Mrs. Pride says want is greed. I asked for more food which got me kicked out."
"Well the orphanage is a different world, so – err, pal. Come on, I insist on giving you something you like. What's a little twenty-dollar bill?"
Noah felt worry, as if greed was coating his heart. He enjoyed looking at the first parts of the Harry Otter book even though he could not read well.
"There is a book I was reading at the dentist," he explained. "It was called Harry Otter."
"A great book series," said Nick.
"What's a series."
"It means a collection of something."
"So there is more than just one book?"
"Seven books, eight movies," Nick replied.
"And what's a movie?" asked Noah.
"Something you see on television, like Robin Hood. Come on, let's go to the bookshop."
They followed the streets and squares, very familiar ones to Noah when he and the two others were wandering until he and Nick finally arrived at the very same bookshop where the robbery took place. Noah felt a little worried, thinking that the others might think him a thief, but Nick knew he was innocent so he would stand by him. He was his best friend after all.
When they entered the shop, they greeted by the friendly form of Mr. Trunkworth.
"Welcome back," he greeted. "You're looking more well last time I saw you – and you've grown healthier if you don't mind me saying."
"I want to thank you for telling the police I didn't steal, sir."
"My pleasure," Mr. Trunkworth said. "You just be more careful from now on, young man. You never know who your friend is and who isn't."
They went to the fantasy section, a row just in front of the section where the Dalmatian was robbed. There Noah, after catching a glimpse of a very familiar young fox, found the seven books;

Harry Otter and the Sorcerer's Bone
Harry Otter and the Jungle of Secrets
Harry Otter and the Prisoner of Azkabat
Harry Otter and the Goblet of Tigers
Harry Otter and the Order of the Lion
Harry Otter and the Half-Blood Alpha
Harry Otter and the Deathly Venoms

"Would you like three to start with?" Nick offered.
"What about one?" asked Noah. "So you have more money to spend."
"It's my treat, pal," said Nick. "We'll buy the first three books."
Soon the books were paid for and Noah was excited to read them. He knew alphabet but he knew he would have a lot of questions to ask Nick, so he asked if they had a dictionary in the apartment and he said yes. Noah was delighted to know he could learn and read through a new world simultaneously. Mr. Trunkworth helped Noah's benefit by offering him the audio edition.
As soon as the books were being bagged by Nick kneeling down, Noah put his arms around his neck.
"Thank you, Uncle Nick. I will always remember your kindness."
"You've earned them, pal," said Nick returning the hug. "Good kids get good things."
With the purchase made, they made their way back to the ZPD, same as yesterday. Nick was straining with the heavy bag as Noah entered. The officers were walking around at their business and Noah felt safer than the day before when he was brought here in custody. But the rhino involved in the arrest was visible and thought it best to avoid him.
"Hello, little guy!"
He turned to the familiar voice and ran up to the rabbit he was looking for.
"Hello, Aunt Judy!" said Noah happily as he ran up to her and hugged her.
"How did the dentist go?" she asked as she kissed him.
"He gave me a sticker!" he replied. "He said I need to drink plenty of milk to whiten my teeth."
"So no cavities?" asked Judy.
"Nope," said Noah. "And Uncle Nick got me some Harry Otter books too."
"Really?" said Judy looking at Nick who was coming forward, still under the bag's weight. "My sister Bellflower would read those books to me. You'll have a wonderful adventure reading them, sweetie; the magical school of Hogwarts, charms and potions lessons, Quidditch and earning enough points to win the House Cup."
"What's that?"
"I'll let you find out for yourself," said Judy.
"Audio based," said Nick. "It'll help improve his reading."
"Good idea," said Judy.
"Tell you what," said Nick kneeling down to Noah. "Why don't you go over by those chairs and try reading some more, while me and Aunt Judy discuss a few cases?"
Nick handed him the first book of the series and the cub obediently went to the row of chairs.
"Any luck on finding his relatives, carrots?"
"Nope," said Judy sadly. "So, the least I could do is create an advertisement to put in the newspapers. The only issue is Noah does not know the name of the orphanage otherwise we'd go there straight. With any luck, the owners may come to answers and we can examine how the orphanage is operated."
"Good idea," said Nick. He thought on his suspicion that the fox might be his own by the could not tell Judy here.
"Luring his own kind in?" said Wayne who suddenly appeared.
"And you'd know because you wear your grandma's nightgown in bed?" said Nick.
"Enough with the fairy tale quips!" snapped Wayne. "You are jeopardising Zootopia – it was bad enough with the night howler case."
They all looked at Noah who was reading in silence.
"Would any dishonest kid want to learn to read?" Judy defended.
Wayne looked lost for words, but he maintained his frown.
"If that kid is as honest as you say, I'll eat my own tail."
He walked off, similar to yesterday. Nick calling after him "You windbag, Wolford! A windbag like your big, bad ancestor!"
"The orphanage is the key to this mystery," said Nick.
"Indeed," Judy agreed. "If only Noah knew the name. We'd be getting somewhere."

"He was back in the bookshop!" the Shopper reported to Fury, who sat by the fireplace, poking sausages in the fireplace. "He was with that fox again, but he was spoiling him like a puppy."

"Was it Nick Wilde?" asked the Prowler in curiosity.

"No, Nick Wilde is a lizard!" remarked the Shopper.

"It's settled," remarked Fury getting up. "The cub likes to read. The solution is to wander about until he comes back and we will put the plan into action."

"The kid is a needle in a haystack," remarked Skips logically. "He could he go behind our backs where Trunkworth's is located."

"That's how I trained all my boys," said Fury proudly. "But you and Alex are to keep a low profile. Someone had witnessed you two when Noah was taken. Keep your eyes peeled, my dears. That fox is worth a lot of money to me."

Skips perked his ears.

"Why's that?"

Fury's seriousness face turned sternness.

"What happens behind closed doors is nobody's business. Don't you dare try to poke your nose into this or you will join the fireplace with the Grabber."