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"Hey, I heard, actually read, on (insert animal or Zootopian pun for 'Tumblr' here) that you like the 'The Neighsayer' franchise. Well, it turns out that '
'is or was out. According to critter-ics*, 'the series has already been a huge hit, thanks to its action-packed plot and the daring stunts performed by its lead actor.' Yup, despite being mayor, Winddancer's back with co-star and on-screen partner, Eve Questrian.
[Note: Please ignore the press in the background] Have YOU seen it yet?, and if so, what'd you think?, without spoilers"
[Mun's note: Reference explanation:
. This is book six in the series, with a seventh on the way, most likely in October.] [*Mun's note: Reference explanation:
The word is on page 33, and book two is out, too.]
Hi! Yeah, I’m a fan of the franchise. I’m pretty easy to win over with action movies, and Winddancer’s one of my favorite actors of the genre.
I managed to catch the new one despite my crazy schedule. I’d pretty much resigned myself to waiting for it on Huluzoo, so getting to see it in the theater was a nice surprise. No spoilers, but it’s a solid addition to the series. Exactly what I expected from the trailer and the earlier movies: nonstop action and a pretty light story. In short, I had a good time. If you’re into that kind of movie, you should go see it.
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At this point the crushing is mutual between these two
Judy went from “he’s just a guy who owes me money” to “I have to protect him”
Karaoke Heroes
KARAOKE HEROES
Cheers greeted Nick and Judy the second they entered the cafeteria at the precinct for lunch. Their fellow officers were grinning and clapped loudly.
“There they are!”
“Our singing sensations!”
“Woot woot!”
“Whoa!” Judy drew back in shock. “What—?”
“What’s all this?” Nick asked, just as shocked.
“We heard the news about the bar,” said one of the officers. “You two made ZPD proud with those voices. You’re all the rage!”
“How did you know about that?” Judy asked. “You mean our karaoke performance?”
“Duh.” The officer looked at her admirably. “News travels fast when it’s our people involved. Why didn't you tell us you could sing like that?”
“Wait,” Nick spoke up. “What do you mean, ‘news travels fast?’ Are we missing something here?”
“Dude, you’re all over TikTok.” Another officer held up his phone, where a video of Nick and Judy singing at The Watering Hole was playing. “Someone at the bar captured your magical moment. Seems everyone in there was entranced by you, and now I can see why just by listening to your voices. You guys sound amazing!”
“Someone recorded us?” Judy cried in disbelief. “When??”
“Must be because you gave one kick-ass show.” The officer shrugged. “Hey, if you’re gonna do karaoke like that at a public bar, expect to be recorded. It’s kind of a thing in today’s world.”
“Let me see that!” Nick snatched the phone and stared at the screen. His eyes went wide as he watched himself and Judy onstage.
“You two really got close during that song.” An officer smirked. “Like close, if ya know what I mean.”
Snickering.
“Who could have recorded this?” Nick wondered.
“Anyone,” Judy replied, leaning in to watch it with him. “There were a lot of people there. It was like the whole bar stopped and watched us when we were singing. There are probably multiple videos out there of us.” She squinted at the caption below the video, reading it aloud. “‘Incredible Singing by ZPD Officers at The Watering Hole.’”
“It’s already got over a million views?” Nick cried out. “And it’s still counting! This thing literally blew up!”
“As we were saying, you guys are the rage right now,” the officer said as Nick handed him his phone back. “You’ve done all of us proud. That performance will be a golden mark on the ZPD for a long time.”
“Well, do you know the backstory behind that?” Judy asked as she picked up a tray from the line. “It was completely unintentional. Nick decided to pull a fast one on me and forced me into singing that song. I didn't have much of a choice. The audience was waiting, and the DJ announced my name in front of the whole bar. I honestly thought that Nick was going to be the one to perform. I had never been so put on the spot in my life.”
She almost glared at Nick, but Nick just gave her his irritatingly attractive smirk in response.
“Come on, you know you loved it,” he insisted. “You were radiating passion the whole time we were singing. You put all your soul into that song. I saw that smile on your face.”
“Because I was secretly thinking of getting back at you for calling me up like that,” Judy answered. “It was embarrassing. I was not prepared to sing in front of a bunch of strangers. I thought YOU were going to sing something!”
“I did,” Nick reminded her. “With you.”
“Ugh!” Judy rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I love to perform. Otherwise, I would have tanned your hide the second we got home. You sly fox.”
“So Wilde was the one who convinced you to go up there?” Officer Henderson spoke. He clapped Nick on the back. “Way to go, dude! You all deserved those millions of views.”
“Yeah, he convinced me, all right,” Judy answered. “After the DJ name-dropped me as the supposed star of the evening. Leave it to Nick to be sneaky like that. You don’t want to know what was running through my head during that moment. I certainly did not expect to become TikTok famous, either.”
“Who does?” Officer Higgins.
“Well, Judy then said she would sing only if I got up there with her,” Nick explained. “So I thought that was fair. That’s how I ended up being onstage with her.”
“That song—it’s so familiar.” Officer Edelstein. “What’s it called?”
“‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside.’” Judy spoke at the same time Nick did, and then they both blushed, coughing awkwardly, before Judy continued. “It’s usually performed around Christmas, and it’s meant to be a duet. I just had it stuck in my head and I guess Nick took advantage of that.”
“I heard her singing it to herself one morning and I fell in love,” Nick admitted. “I told her she needed to go out and flaunt that skill. Pure talent should never be hidden.”
“Preach!” Officer Higgins shouted.
“How many of you have seen that video?” Judy demanded.
“Um,” Officer Edelstein started. “Pretty much the whole precinct. At least by this point.”
“What? Really?” Nick cried.
“Has Chief Bogo seen it?” Judy asked.
“Who knows what Chief Bogo does?” Edelstein shrugged. “But I believe he has. I don’t know how he wouldn't. And Clawhauser has been raving about it all morning at the front desk.”
“Oof.” Nick shook his head, amazed.
“You guys are true karaoke heroes,” Higgins praised. “You know, Hopps, despite everything you may have been feeling at the time, it seems Wilde did you a favor by pushing you to sing. You’ve seriously got talent. None of us knew your voice sounded like that, and now you’re all over TikTok. He’s right; you’ve gotta flaunt what you got.”
“I don’t want to be a singer, though,” Judy replied. “I’m happy right here as a cop. I want to help people and make the world a better place.”
She slid her tray along the food line and carefully picked out her lunch, walking with it over to a table that wasn't as crowded. She sat down on the end of the long bench and opened her can of soda. A while later, Nick came over to join her and sat directly across from her. His tray had twice as much food on it as hers did.
“Why so glum?” he asked.
“What? I’m not glum,” Judy replied.
“Your face says otherwise.” Nick opened a carton of milk. “I can read you like a book, Carrots. You’re not still upset about the karaoke, are you? Because you enjoyed it.”
“Sure, I enjoyed it,” Judy confessed. “Once I got my confidence rolling. And having you there really boosted morale for me. I just hated being put in the spotlight without being told. I felt singled out.”
“You were singled out,” Nick told her. “I singled you out because I care about you and I wanted that entire bar to see you in the way I saw you. Everyone needed to hear your voice. What’s the point of having singing skills if you can’t share them? You deserve to feel appreciated, Carrots. I fell in love with your singing in my shower that morning and I wanted to make sure others fell in love with it, too.”
“Yo, Hopps! Wilde!” Henderson called out to them. “What’s the precinct’s biggest hit duo doing over there? Sing something for us!”
“What?” Judy called back. “You want me and Nick to sing for you? Wasn't the TikTok enough?”
“Nah, dude,” Henderson answered. “The TikTok doesn't really do your voices much justice. It’s always grainy on a phone. We want to hear you up close and in person. Are there any other songs you guys know that you can sing together?”
“I know a few,” Judy answered. “What do you want to do, Nick? Should we belt out a tune for our fellow guys in blue?”
“Only if you want to,” Nick replied. “Personally, I’d prefer to have just you strut your stuff and sing something on your own, but if you want me to join in, I will. What do you want to sing?”
“There’s a song called ‘White Bird,’ which is similar to the holiday one,” Judy said. “It’s kind of long, though. We may have to shorten some of the verses.”
“I think I know that one,” Nick said, perking up. “If it’s the one I’m thinking of, it goes ‘white bird, in a golden cage.’”
“That’s it!” Judy affirmed it. “You’ve heard it?”
“A long time ago,” Nick answered. “I don’t really know the lyrics that well. I only know the main verse. But luckily, we can get the whole lyrics.” He pulled out his phone. “This is one instance where Zoogle is your BFF.”
Box of carrots!
Destiny
"Aaaah—" Twenty-year-old Nick Wilde let out a massive, bone-deep yawn.
Today marked his official eight-year anniversary of "doing business" in Zootopia. He still remembered his very first hustle, walking away with a crisp twenty-dollar bill—the exact same bill that was currently framed on the wall of his cramped, run-down basement apartment. That was Day One.
Too bad anniversaries are only worth celebrating when things actually go your way. Today, the only thing Nick had to show for it was a stomach full of popsicles and a heart full of frustration.
His and Finnick’s latest masterpiece—the "Pawpsicle"—had its soft launch today, and it was an absolute trainwreck. Nick still couldn’t figure out if Finnick’s feet just smelled that bad, or if the giant elephant at the ice cream parlor had secretly sneaked some trunk-boogers into the ingredients. Either way, the flock of hamsters who clocked out at exactly 5:00 PM took one bite and reached a unanimous verdict: "This tastes like hot garbage!!!"
"A bunch of uncultured swines," Nick muttered through a mouthful of ice, chewing on his fifth pawpsicle of the day. "When has one of my masterpieces ever failed? They just don't have a palate for fine dining."
Honestly, if he ate any more of these things, he felt like he was going to hibernate early. There was only one left in the cooler. Nick stared at it for a couple of seconds. "Save it for tomorrow?" "Nah, tomorrow’s problems are for tomorrow."
He grabbed the last pawpsicle and squeezed himself into the evening subway rush. The train slowly pulled out of the station.
"You won't believe what the boss did today…" "I'm on the train, babe. Be home soon. Go ahead and eat with our daughter." "Hey mom, just got off work. I am absolutely exhausted…"
A chaotic symphony of sounds filled the car. Phone conversations, automated announcements, someone blasting videos on speaker, and the relentless whining of a toddler begging for treats. Nick already had a killer headache from eating five frozen popsicles, and now his temples were throbbing in rhythm with the train.
"So loud…"
He sighed, pulling a pair of cheap earbuds from his pocket that he’d bought a few days ago. He’d barely used them, but the left channel was already completely dead. Still, better than nothing. After all, having something half-broken was better than having nothing at all. Just like his twenty years of life as a fox.
He plugged the working earbud in. The next second, a screeching guitar riff pierced his eardrum. "Hey! Hey! Partner!" "Sinking into the neon light tonight…" "9015, Go! Go!"
The outdated rock music, nonsense lyrics, and borderline screaming vocals actually made Nick chuckle out loud. "Haha… man, how do they sing this stuff with a straight face?"
It reminded him of the comic book he read a couple of days ago—the lion and the zebra seemed to have the same dynamic. Partners. Natural enemies, even. That word seemed to be following him around lately. The lead singer and the guitarist were partners, and the lion and the zebra in the comic were partners. Nick grinned at the thought.
"Two guys as partners means they're hitting the town looking for girls." "A guy and a girl as partners…" "Well, things always get a little complicated at the end… right?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he laughed at his own absurdity. "How stupid. Guys and girls… please."
Right then, his left earbud cut out entirely. "Tch."
As Nick pulled the earbud out, the train's PA system crackled to life. "Hello, Zootopia! This is Gazelle. We are officially twelve years and two hundred and twelve days away from our city's centennial celebration!"
Twelve years… Nick paused. Today was weird. That specific number kept popping up everywhere. Twelve years in the hustle, twenty years old, and now even the radio was talking about twelve years.
Twelve years ago… Back then, he was still wearing the Junior Ranger Scout uniform his mother had scrimped and saved to get him. A brand-new neckerchief, a crisp hat, and a terribly naive smile—at least, that’s how Nick looked back on it now. Back then, he genuinely believed he was going to be the first predator Junior Ranger Scout in history. He had even mapped out a grand plan to become the Scoutmaster by the time he turned twenty.
The memory forced a smile, which quickly faded into an awkward, bitter taste. How could he have been that stupid as a kid?
Still… if that little kid found out that his twenty-year-old self was riding the subway with broken headphones, listening to ancient rock music, and living a completely useless life, he’d probably cry his eyes out. Nick let out a sudden, cynical laugh. "Sorry, kiddo. Looks like twenty-year-old me didn't quite turn out to be the guy you wanted."
Clack-clack-jolt! The train lurched violently. "Whoops!"
Nick looked down. A tiny bunny had just tripped and faceplanted right by his feet, tears already welling up in her eyes. He blinked, then let out a soft sigh. "Talk about perfect timing," he muttered.
Nick reached out a paw and scooped her back up onto her feet. The little thing sniffed, fighting like hell not to cry. Nick glanced at the last remaining pawpsicle in his hand, hesitated for a split second, and held it out to her. "Here. On the house."
The bunny blinked in surprise, taking it from him. Nick glanced at the two adult rabbits standing behind her. Must be her parents… but what's with the death stare? I'm not broke enough to mess with a kid.
She started eating, devouring it with such enthusiasm that within minutes, even the wooden stick was licked completely clean. "This is so good!"
Watching her eat like it was the best thing on earth, Nick raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" "Uh-huh!" The little bunny nodded vigorously. "Mister, whatever you made tastes way better than Mommy’s carrot pie!"
Nick almost choked on a laugh. "Well, you definitely have a much finer palate than those hamsters." "What do you do for a living, mister?"
Nick froze. His job? A con artist? A popsicle hustler? Or just… a guy who didn't even know how he was going to survive tomorrow.
The city's neon lights flashed past the subway window. For a second, it felt like that little fox from twelve years ago, wearing his brand-new Junior Ranger Scout uniform, was still standing right there—waving at the future with that painfully naive smile: "When I turn twenty, I'm gonna be the greatest Scoutmaster ever!"
Nick looked down at the little rabbit staring up at him, still clutching her popsicle stick, and a bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. "Me? I'm a cop, kiddo."
The little bunny's eyes lit up like stars. "A cop?! That's so cool! I'm gonna be a cop when I grow up too!"
Nick chuckled softly. "Well, you better work hard then, kiddo."
The train slowed down to a smooth stop, and the doors slid open, letting in a gush of evening wind. "We're here!" "Mommy!" "Slow down!"
The crowd of animals began filing out of the car, and Nick stood up. "See ya around, kiddo." "Bye-bye, Officer Fox!" the little bunny cheered, waving her paws enthusiastically.
Nick offered a final wave, turned around, and walked out into the station without looking back. The evening breeze brushed against his face as he stuffed the broken earbuds back into his pocket. In the distance, Gazelle's voice echoed through the speakers once more: "We are officially twelve years and two hundred and twelve days away from our city's centennial celebration!"
Nick let out another yawn. "Aaaah— Back to the popsicle hustle tomorrow."
The train pulled away from the platform, its lights disappearing car by car into the depths of the dark tunnel. Twenty-year-old Nick Wilde stretched his arms and walked slowly toward his apartment.
He had absolutely no idea what the future held. And, of course, destiny hadn't bothered to tell him yet.
Judy's Story (Bonus Chapter)
"Do we really have to go back today?" "Can't we stay just one more day? Please?" Eleven-year-old Judy Hopps pouted, clutching her carton of carrot juice defensively.
"No can do, sweetie," Bonnie said with a warm smile, gently patting Judy's long ears. "We have two hundred and seventy-five brothers and sisters waiting for us back home." "Plus, your mother and I miss the farm," Stu added cheerfully, juggling a dozen heavy shopping bags.
Judy took a reluctant, moody sip of her carrot juice and turned to look out the window as the Zootopia skyline slowly faded into the distance. The setting sun painted City Hall in gold, and the plaza fountains were packed with animals of every shape and size. Giraffes, rhinos, tigers, gazelles… things you'd never see back in Bunnyburrow. She couldn't tear her eyes away.
She loved this place. One day, she was going to come back. She swore it.
Just then, a young fox squeezed his way into the subway car. Bonnie instinctively pulled Judy closer to her side, while Stu stepped forward, subtly positioning himself as a shield for his wife and child. It was pure rabbit instinct—pure parental instinct.
Judy followed their gaze. The fox was wearing headphones, casually chewing on a popsicle, his tail swaying gently to whatever beat was playing. He looked exhausted, and underneath that casual exterior, there was a strange, unnameable sense of loneliness about him. He didn't look like a bad guy at all.
Judy tilted her head. "Mom, he looks really tired." "Shh, sweetie. Keep your voice down," Bonnie whispered, wrapping a protective arm around her.
Right then, the train gave a violent lurch. "Whoa!"
Judy lost her footing and went flying across the floor. Before she could even process what happened, a pair of soft, furry paws gently scooped her back up.
"Talk about perfect timing," the fox sighed, though his voice was surprisingly gentle. He looked down at the last pawpsicle in his hand, hesitated for a split second, and then held it out to her. "Here. On the house."
Judy accepted the popsicle, her ears twitching with pure joy. "Thank you, Mister Fox!"
The sweet flavor immediately chased away her tears. Clutching the completely clean wooden stick, she looked up, her eyes wide with curiosity at the fox standing before her. "What do you do for a living, mister?"
The fox blinked. The city lights flashed across his face through the window. For some reason, his green eyes softened beautifully. He smiled. "Me? I'm a cop, kiddo."
"A cop?!" Judy's eyes virtually turned into saucers. "That is so cool! I'm gonna be a cop when I grow up too!"
The fox couldn't help but chuckle. "Haha, well, you better work hard then, kiddo."
…
That night back in Bunnyburrow, Judy lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The rhythmic chirping of crickets echoed outside her window, and moonlight bathed her pillow in a soft glow.
She quietly slipped out of bed, pulled a small notebook from her drawer, and flipped to the page marked DREAMS. In her messy, childhood handwriting, she jotted down a few lines: — Move to Zootopia. — Become a police officer. — Find that nice fox again.
Satisfied, the little bunny nodded to herself and hugged the notebook tight against her chest. "Yep! Next time we meet, I'll be a real cop too!"
Before long, she drifted off to sleep with a huge smile on her face.
What she didn't know… was that at that very moment, the fox who claimed to be a police officer was lying on a makeshift bed in a dingy basement. With a broken earbud in his ear and a cheap phone in his paw, he was staring intently at a Zoogle search bar, reading: 《What do rodents like to eat?》
