THIS IS AN EXPANDED TAKE ON THE STORY. I TRIED TO DO IT WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING BY RREPUBLISHING THE LONGER CHAPTERS, BUT THAT WAS A BAD IDEA AS IS HAS CAUSED CONFUSION. I'M SORRY FOR THAT. BUT HERE IS THE REWRITE SO FAR

Three weeks has passed as Noah's health progressed. The forthcoming injections were difficult, but he clung onto Nick every time Every Friday they would treat him to an ice cream and on Saturdays when patrolling the park, Judy would spend time seesawing with him or pushing him on the swings and Noah would return the kindness by picking small daisies for her, even perching one on her ear. Nick once took him to the swimming bar and taught him to swim easy fifty meters as well as a backstroke, Nick praising him for his hard work stating that some cubs could take a leaf from his book as he eyed a bear relaxing on his back afloat with two of his cubs relaxing on his big belly. Noah decided that he would keep working until he got tired, so he would be faithful cop to the ZPD when he grows up.

The following morning that occurred was sunny but not to prevent further harrowing, traumatizing experiences thrown unfairly onto that of a five-year-old cub. His experiences inflicted by Miss Pride, the price he paid at the request for more food and the betrayal from funeral directors almost seemed nothing compared to being taken by thieves, which feared him every day until now.
Judy had come to wake him. He was asleep in his room, the first Harry Otter book open on his bed. Judy walked up to him and touched him so he would stare form the pressure.
"Noah," she whispered gently. "It's morning."
Noah opened his eyes and yawned.
"Good morning, Aunt Judy," he greeted as he kissed her.
"Morning, little guy. Fell asleep reading did you?"
Noah nodded.
"It wasn't Professor Snake behind the Sorcerer's Bone after all," he said. "It was Professor Squirrel."
"Weren't expecting that were you?" she smiled.
"No," said Noah. "I thought he was just a scared character. And the scariest part was Vole-Demort on the back of his head."
Judy smiled.
"A fine book series. Me and Uncle Nick are both working today so you'll be spending time with Clawhauser. Probably have a few doughnuts to spare for that skinny tummy of yours", she added tickle Noah's belly making the cub giggle. Tickles were the best feeling he ever felt from this rabbit and Nick's tail he couldn't get enough of.
"Is Uncle Nick awake?"
"Still in bed, that lazy fox," said Judy playfully. "But I'll tell you a secret."
She craned her face close to Noah's ear and whispered "He loves a good belly rub. Go ahead and try it."
Noah giggles and headed for the bedroom, but then he suddenly turned back, went up to Judy and kissed her face.
"My good morning kiss, Aunt Judy," he explained. Then he resumed his duty.
Noah walked into the room where Nick was dozing above the quilt still in his boxers. Following Judy's instructions, he giggled, ran to the bed, climbed onto it, sat on the bigger fix and began rubbing his belly. Nick began to spread a smile on his face and panted like an actual dog.
"That feels good," he sighed. "Keep it coming, Carrots."
Nick's eyes woke to see the little fox sitting on his belly and rubbing it.
He smiled and said "Keep it coming, son! Uncle Nick sure loves a good belly rub."
Noah rubbed more and more giggling at the sight of Nick's leg vibrating, which even Judy giggled at. Works every time, but to see these two faces always made her day.
Noah got up, took off his pyjamas, when to his cupboard and found nothing but a bare space, no clothes anywhere.
Nick was preparing breakfast wearing green boxers and a white vest.
"Aunt Judy?" he called. "Do you know where my clothes are?"
"Oops," came the reply.
As it turns out, Judy had washed the clothes but had forgotten to tumble them.
"Can't bunnies hear silence which says "You've forgotten to tumble the clothes"?" remarked Nick with a smirk, making Noah giggle.
"You'll be doing the washing from now on if you don't mind your P's and Q's, Mr. Fox."
Nick replied with a whistle and tongue click to Noah with a slick paw point at him which made the cub giggle again.
Rabbit,, especially the cute ones, clearly brewed the worst insults of any animal on this planet.
"We'll just have to find something his size," said Judy looked up and down at Noah who was only wearing red boxers.
"I don't mind having to wear just my pants," said Noah. "I spent five years without clothes."
"Naturalist Day Care seems the only solution, Carrots," Nick quipped.
"No, no, no!" panicked Judy shielding Noah behind her, much to Nick's pleasure. Her reaction to naturalism was the tail of jokes.
"What's Naturalistism?" asked Noah.
"I was only joking, kid," replied Nick.
"Keep it that way," said Judy half disturbed.
"We'll just find him a few of your dresses," Nick quipped again. "Just kidding."
He expression changed to uncertainty.
"There's only one thing I have in mind. Come with me, Noah."
Noah followed Nick into the bedroom where he open his wardrobe, reached for the top shelf and brought down an old cardboard box. He placed it on the ground and revealed a green uniform and cap.
"I don't usually like to give it to others," Nick said. "But seeing as Carrots is against naturalism, it seems we have no choice."
He placed Noah in front of the mirror and changed him in the attire from the old box along with the green cap and an only-now-noticed red ascot. He tied it around the cub's neck and Noah tried to look very tough and prideful at his reflection, to which Nick tickled his sides the same way his mother did many years ago. He only hoped it would be a welcome world out there for Noah, a young cub abused for five years and taken in by thieves. This whole trace of thoughts made Nick think again on Noah's experience before he came into their lives. He had a feeling that he knew more than he was telling, but since he had been with him and Carrots for some time, he must be bound to share something new if necessary.
"I promise to take good care of it Uncle Nick," said Noah as he climbed down off the stool and headed outside.
"Don't you look smart," smiled Judy as she lay porridge on the table and Noah tucking in.
Judy went into the bedroom and started with "Well, Nick. It was kind of you to -"
She reacted silently and turned around as Nick stood there smiling his arms behind his back and attireless.
"The thought that counts," he smiled.

They caught the train and found some seats. Noah, still rather sleepy and heavy from the porridge, leaned against Nick who wrapped his tail around the cub which the cub clung to like a teddy bear, much to Judy's humour.
When they reached the building, Noah was brought to Clawhauser who was eating some cereal and saw then coming forward.
"The bunny, the fox and the pup return!" he cried excitedly. "Is with he with me again? Please say yes! Please say yes!"
"He's with you Doughnuts," said Nick.
"Alright!" said Clawhauser in happiness making Noah giggle. "They are being more open to foxes I see, he's a scout."
"Backup clothes," said Judy. "He's real clothes are tumbling."
"I pray that when the cops see me wearing this, they will not that foxes are very honest animals worthy of honour and respect."
Nick and Judy smiled at each other. The moment was only short-lived when a voice came from the stairs.
"Wilde?"
The fox turned to see the big buffalo standing a few steps away from him.
"Good morning, Mr. Bogo," greeted Noah, bowing and tipping his cap.
"Chief Bogo," the buffalo replied bitterly.
"You can't please a buffalo," Nick said quietly.
"Wilde I would like to speak to you in mu office if you please."
Nick followed as Judy kissed Noah and left him in the company of Benjamin Clawhauser.
"Do you have any paper and pecils, Mr. Clawhauser?" asked Noah.
"Sure do," said Clawhuaser. "Why? Do you like Gazelle art?"
"I'm trying to write some poetry based on hugging," said Noah. "I'm trying to think of different ways of a hug."
"Well I'm your kitty!" said Clawhauser excitedly. "I mean, of course I'm not a kitty cat bit big kitties have their uses. Can I help? Oh please?"
"Of course," said Noah. "First I would like to cuddle your face."
Clawhauser picked up Noah and he snuggled into his flabby face. It was indeed like snuggling into a soft teddy bear.
"Now your arms."
Clawhauser squeezed Noah with his strong arms, something he wished Mr. Mudway was capable of had he been a kinder soul.
"And now your tummy."
Noah snuggled into Clawhauser's huge belly and snuggled into it for a few minutes until he felt a vibration.
"Are you hungry, Mr. Clawhauser?"
"I was only purring, but kitty cuddling is hungry work."
Clawhauser reached into the box for another doughnut.
Noah bore the purring in mind."Thanks. Now I have some ideas for my poem."

Nick sat in Bogo's office casually, waiting for the buffalo to finish writing his report which seemed like ten minutes until he finally set his pen aside and looked at the fox.
"About the young fox," he began.
"So he did take the purse after all?" asked Nick smirking.
The buffalo glared and Nick who quickly said, "So to business, Chief."
Nick was beginning to worry if this was another interrogation for Noah. He didn't need another one coming into the ZPD, handcuffed, bruised and bloody.
Bogo pulled himself together and was seeming to make himself sound friendly considering the issues of a lost child.
"How is the young fox in your care?" he asked.
"Oh, fine," said Nick. "We got him some vaccines he should have taken as a baby, then we spent time together hustling pawpsicles – just kidding – went out for ice cream, we're growing pretty attached."
"So Hopps reports to me," responded Bogo noodling agreeably and smiling rather thickly. "It's enough to think he really is your cub, Wilde. For a smart arse you have commendable parenting skills. Not even I could have pulled this off better."
"You never know, sir," smiled Nick resting his feet above the desk and rest his paws behind his head. "You know what they all say; nature calls."
"Nature calls," agreed Bogo. "But feet most certainly do not call on my desk, Wilde."
Nick removed them and quickly changed the subject.
"Did Carrots inform you? She has the idea of advertising him with the hopes that his family can track him down."
"So she told me," said Bogo, "but there is a drawback to this whole business; the tape."
Nick's jaw dropped slightly.
"The kid's innocent, chief. Blake and Trunkworth proved it."
"The part about making magic," Bogo pointed out. "This isn't the world of Frogwarts, Wilde. They said they were going to teach this kid some magic. How could a kid in good clothing form a hellish orphanage make instant friends with two thieves?"
"Come to think of it, Chief," replied Nick. "The kid did seem to know more than he is telling. He seemed scared of something. He's only five."
"The other fox and that small bunny are kids too," Bogo pointed out.
"But the fox looks about, eleven-twelve, as does the bunny judging by his attire. Kids at that age typically make trouble. Noah Sly is a sweet, grateful little fox who has been nothing but a bundle of joy since the day we took him in. He even said when I took for a check-up, he wanted to be like me. No relation to monkeys, sir."
"Prove it then," said Bogo firmly. "Get more out of the kid, so we can get to the bottom of where those young thieves came from. If he won't say anything, I'll have to side with Bogo that he is deceiving you and Hopps."
Nick glared at him but knew better not to use angry words against old Buffalo Butt. Instead, he just said, "We will find his family and there is a good chance we might."
"And what do you think, Wilde?" Bogo challenged. "Foxes are of the same DNA."
"I will only discuss my belief with Carrots. A personal belief I might add."
Bogo noticed some sort of shame in the fox's eyes. He softened his face and asked, "Is there something you wish to share?"
"I said it's personal," Nick insisted with a serious frown.
Bogo knew when he was beaten. So, he sat back, ready to resume he reports and said. "Very well, Wilde. You may go."
Nick got up and made for the door, half angry and half embarrassed. He knew there was innocence within that pup. He was just from the wrong side of the tracks. He knew how it felt very well but tried to dodge the horrible night of the incident.

Around twelve, Nick came to collect Noah who was currently having a selfie with Clawhauser, each holding a doughnut in their paw.
"Hey, buddy. How's cop life treating you?"
"Fun," replied Noah ecstatically. "Clawhauser was showing me how he handles case files and the one you and Aunt Judy solved together. And he showed me a show on his Batflix phone. It's called Scooby-Doo."
"A fine show," smiled Nick. "Monsters in costumes and Mystery Inc. saving the day."
With that, Nick pulled on a villain's voice saying "Id've gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids!"

The restaurant ketchup was in red and in the middle stood a hug, yellow M bending on both sides like fries. Nick and Noah went inside and queued with many mammals. Finally, they got to a machine and Nick began dialling the orders. He picked Noah up and showed him the options on the screen. Noah was unsure with most of the burgers, so he went for a quarter pounder with just cheese, fries and a chocolate milkshake. This took a bit of time to get Noah's order, for a kangaroo rudely shouted at Nick "Hurry, fox! We're starving!"
Nick whipped his face at the talker and tapped at his police badge at the kangaroo who looked wide-eyed and added "No hard feelings, mate."
When the order arrived the two foxes found a table spot to themselves. Noah opened his box and began to munch on his burger. Nick was amazed with how much he was enjoying it. The orphanage clearly had nothing like this for a little fox cub or any other cub or infant.
"McDonkey's is the best," said Noah with his mouthful.
"Glad you think so, sport," said Nick. "But swallow before you talk. Not many animals speak Mouthful language."
Noah giggled at Nick's joke as he took a suck of his chocolate milkshake.
"Tastes better than mushroom soup," he commented.
"That's what cows are for," said Nick. "Shame they don't have any blueberry milkshakes."
Noah agreed – only now thinking about the idea.
"Oh, yes!" said Noah, suddenly remembering and reaching into his pocket. "I wrote a poem based on Mr. Clawhauser's cuddliness."
"Poetry, eh?" said Nick talking the piece of paper Noah had reached to him and started to read it out loud:

Big kitties cuddly come three ways, these I shall tell you right here and today

Big fluffy tummy, cosy and warm, soft like a pillow you'll want to hug more

Big furry arms, strong and secure, lonely and sad? Arms are the cure

Big feisty cheek, teddy bear touch, I love a cat cuddle, so very much
Features of a cuddly cat, that is all and that is that.

"Defines the Doughnut Kitty every inch, kid," Nick smiled. "A real knack for word you have."
"Mr. Clawhauser said I should read stories from a person call Vole Dahl."
"He's the king of literature, kiddo. He even wrote a story about a fantastic fox.""Now pal," said Nick, quickly changing the subject unexpectedly. "I need to get to the bottom of something."
Noah watched as he saw Nick get out his phone and selected Notes, then he looked at the fox cub with a look patient seriousness.
"You were heard over the camera saying Mr. Trunkworth that those little punks are gonna show you how to make magic – and you were wearing the same clothes as the real thief. You said the orphanage didn't give any clothes."
Noah looked worried.
"You're not in trouble, pal," Nick assured kindly. "Your information can help us with our inquiries. It's very important you tell us: do you know where those two boys come from and is there a leader?"
Noah looked worried. There was no getting out of it this time. He didn't want to suffer the consequences of violating Fury's contract. He worried about the old fox sneaking into his room at night and doing something – perhaps use the dagger he threatened him with the day he woke up to see him looking in his box of gold.
"Come on, Noah," said Nick gently. "Tell Uncle Nick what you know."
"… An old fox wearing a black coat."
Nick type into his phone notes.
"And his name?"
"He only said it one," replied Noah. "It was too long and unusual to remember."
He quickly improvised until he came up with the first word that came to his mind; "Fagin."
"And do you know where they live?"
Noah shook his head.
"I haven't been here long," Noah responded quietly. "I don't remember pacifically where."
"Okay," said Nick though a little unconvinced. "So far we have the old fox in the black coat and the making magic". After writing all that in, he looked at the time on his phone. "We'd better get back to the ZPD, but me and Aunt Judy may have to talk you again soon about this."

They left the restaurant and made for the very same grreebry with the fountain where Noah met the Skipper. Close by the rocks was a bench and there sat Officer Wolford with a flask of coffee.
"Hey Wolford," said Nick. "Sitting in waiting for pigs and goats?"
"No," said Wayne assertively. "I'm just checking through these files before sending them to Bogo. Turns out he forgot to take these with him and now he forgot them."
"Coco Caffeine?" asked Nick.
"We all know he goes there every day. But the issue is I'm on duty and I cannot neglect my post."
"I'll take them, sir," Noah offered. "I'm not a police officer yet and I am free. I can take them straight to Mr. Bogo to show him I'm honest."
"Chief, kid. Not Mister."
"Cut the kid some slack, Granny," defended Nick. "He's only being polite."
Wolford gave somewhat of a dirty look to the young cub whose eyes were wide with loyalty – but only to Nick's eyes.
The wolf bluntly shoved them to Noah, apologising rather reluctantly.
"You did nothing wrong, Mr. Wolford," said Noah. "You are putting your trust in me. Thank you so much for it."
"Is he a fox or a snake?" asked Wolford to Nick.
"Well," said Nick examining Noah playfully by pick him up and looking at every part of him making the cub giggle, "The tail here resembles a coil, but the feet and arms seem non-detachable and the eyes are completely harmle-"
He looked into Noah's green eyes seeing his own. Nick stopped dead for a second and faltered his sarcasm. "Friendly eyes."
"Something wrong, Uncle Nick?" Noah inquired.
"No," said Nick shaking off his suspicions. "I just got lost for what to say next. Run along now and get those files to buffalo butt."
"Also," said Wolford before Noah could start the errand. "Take this to Bogo. He helped me pay for the coffee earlier and this to thank him."
He handed Noah a five dollar note. The cub pocketed the money and said "I'll be right back!" and he set off walking hurriedly.
"So you're giving him benefit of the doubt?" said Nick sitting next to Wolford.
"Could say that," admitted Wolford. "I photocopied those files to be on the safe side. If he does return good as his word, I'll eat my own tail.

Noah walked passed the citizens tending to their business where it be walking the kids, bringing in the shopping or leaving the stores, he was certain that everyone would pay homage to a respectable fox such as him in a scout outfit and on his way to return important case files to the chief of the Zootopia Police Department. But the idea of Skips and Alex - or even Fury appearing crossed his mind, but did Fury ever leave the house? Possibly not, since he sent the foxes out to steal for him. But then Uncle Nick will also have to speak to Noah again about where all this came from. If he told him, he would pay with his life since he signed the contract.
"Noah?"
He turned to see who familiar voice belonged to. He wheeled round and saw before him a leaper in a pink dress, but looking rather worried but trying to hide it with a smile.
"Patsy!" he cried happily as he ran up to her. She knelt to his level as they shared a cuddle, subsequently she there out some banter.
"You naughty boy, running away from me like that! Well, aren't you looking dapper!" she commented looking at his scout uniform.
"I'm not really a scout," Noah cleared. "Uncle Nick let me borrow so my clothes can dry."
"You've found your family?" said Patsy in surprise.
"No," said Noah. "He and Aunt Judy are still looking for them."
"Who are your aunt and uncle?"
"The nice police fox and rabbit from the ZPD."
Patsy's expression faltered and placed her paws on Noah's hands.
"I need to to explain something to you, sweetie."
"Wanna come with me to take the files to Bogo? We can talk on the way."
"I don't much time," said Patsy. "It will be quick. Let's go behind here quickly."
She referred to a dark alleyway, seemingly neglected - except for some ageing graffiti tagged onto the ancient walls. Noah didn't approve of the sight and felt something bad about these surroundings.
"It's a safe place," said Patsy. "I always go here to talk privately with my friends. I'm here with you."
Noah took breath of confidence and followed her.
They came to a dead end with the sun shining above them, which coated some comfort onto Noah, but still have some sort of discomfort.
"You can't be too careful," said Patsy seriously. "You got a nice home now but the gang worry about you telling on them."
"But I wouldn't. I swore to Mr. Fury that I wouldn't tell. Even Officer Hopps and Officers Wilde respect it. I didn't even tell them about the contract. I only said he was a person without a name and wore a black cloak."
"I knew you'd be faithful," she smiled. "As long as that. Because if I they get in trouble, I get in trouble."
"I'd never tell on you, Patsy."
"I know you wouldn't," said smiled. "You're good little pup. Come on, let's get you out of here and you can give those files to Bogo."
Noah took the lead forward when in his path, a shadow covered him and glowering over him was Brent Stripes.
"Where have you been, little runaway?"
Before Noah could scream, the tiger put a cloth over his mouth and he instantly drifted off, voices ringing in his head saying "We got him! Let's get him back to Mr. Fury!".