Hey! You! Yeah! You there! Behind that screen! You clicked on this story, and for that, I'm thrilled. You like Zootopia and its growing fandom, and so do I, so let's get right down to it.

A little bit about me, if you care (and if you don't, then skip on ahead to the non-bolded stuff. I do this to signify when I'm doing an author's note). I like to think of myself as pretty experienced when it comes to writing on this site. I've written multiple stories for Kung Fu Panda and Sonic the Hedgehog (not those wacky and messed up stories that I've seen, but humors, action filled, fun ones that have actually been pretty successful, to my surprise). I've got a busy schedule when it comes to updating those two (and now this one) while balancing school, sports and continuing the college search (I'm a senior in high school as of right now), but you can bet your grandma that I'll update as soon as I can. Now I know this can be a dirty word on this site, but let's talk about OCs *cringe*. I've done my research, so I know how to portray the characters pretty well. No major characters in the story will be OCs, with the exception of some criminals to keep it interesting. Any OC that may appear in this story will be some random bystander, source, witness, etc. Expendable characters like that.

Now by now, if you're still reading this (why?), you're probably thinking "This guy never shuts up! His notes are so long. The story'll never start! My jimmies are so rustled!" Well buckle your metaphorical seat belts (unless you're reading this in a car) and make sure you're good to go. If you need to get a drink, stop right here (RIGHT HERE) and go do that now. I'll be waiting. Got it? Good. Now, let's go…

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Oh yeah, and this is my first story in the fandom, so haters, hold off for a little, m'kay?

*Around one and a half years after Judy's big case*

"Look, Carrots, all I'm sayin' is that it wouldn't hurt to take the squad car every once in a while," Nick Wilde rebutted to his fluffy partner as the two walked the beat through Sahara Square. "I could even drive, if ya wanted."

Judy Hopps smirked and kept her gaze straight ahead as the two continued on their path through the streets of Zootopia. Things had been pretty calm for the two officers ever since they had closed the Night Howler case a while back. Judy no longer had parking duty, and as long as she kept her sometimes lackadaisical partner by her side, she and Nick could patrol the city as much as they wanted. Being a rabbit, the bunny officer loved to be on her feet, but her foxy friend wasn't too keen on the idea.

"I wouldn't trust you to drive a go-kart, Nick," She replied with a giggle. "Don't be so whiny! I mean, come on! You can't get this feeling or this view from the inside of some musty, dusty cruiser!"

"We literally walk through here almost every day. Unless some building gets bulldozed, I don't think the view is gonna change at all," Came the cool, yet slightly annoyed response. "Hey, hold up. I need more coffee."

Another thing about the fox was that he was definitely not a morning animal. It took text bombing to get Judy's partner awake sometimes, but Nick would eventually arrive at the station on time whether he liked it or not.

"You had some before we left the station!" The peppy cop exclaimed. "How much caffeine does it take to get you awake?"

Nick waltzed up to a small coffee cart and ordered a regular cup of straight black, good ol' Joe. Slapping three ones on the counter and putting on his sunglasses to block out the glare of the morning sun, the fox lifted the Styrofoam cup off of the metallic counter and blew across the top, sending the scent of coffee right towards Judy's nose. Smirking, Nick downed half of the liquid before walking back to the side of his partner and continuing their stroll.

"I'll drink enough to flood your parents' carrot farm if I have to," The former con-artist snorted, wagging a finger at his fuzzy friend. "You don't want me to fall asleep on the job, do you Whiskers? That'd be a violation of police conduct, and I know how firm you are on police conduct."

Judy rolled her eyes and contained a smile. "Stuff it, Wilde."

The orange animal smirked and moved the cup back and forth in front of her eyes. "Somebunny's a little grumpy this morning. Does Judy want some coffee-woffee?"

The rabbit calmly moved her partner's arm out of her face, deciding to pull a move out of her friend's own playbook in order to get him to shut up.

"Maybe instead of focusing your attention on me, Nicholas, you should search for criminals," She stated in the most soothing voice she could.

Nick was mid sip when Judy made that comment. He sharply inhaled while he was drinking and held the coffee away from him as he began violently coughing and hacking, doing his best to expel the caffeinated beverage from his lungs.

Officer Hopps turned her eyes back on the streets, mentally pleased with herself for giving her partner a dose of his own medicine. In all the time that they spent around one another while on and off duty, she acknowledged that he had rubbed off on her some, and vice versa.

The two continued to their patrol in silence for a little before Wilde spoke up again, much to Judy's both pleasure and dismay.

"Clawhauser still drooling over Gazelle?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Yeck."

Judy scowled. "He can be interested in anyone he wants. I think it's cute he's oogling over another species. Try everything, remember?"

"Everything except your parents' carrot cake," Nick countered with a wry smile, slightly changing the subject.

"What's wrong with my folks' carrot cake? It's delicious!"

Officer Wilde scoffed. "You're not supposed to put entire carrots in the cake!"

Judy scrunched up her face and twitched her tiny nose in frustration. "How else are you supposed to make it?"

"Not like that, I can tell ya that much."

"You're one to talk, Wilde, with your deep fried crickets and yo—"

"Attention any and all officers near Sahara Square, we've get a one-fifty. Suspect reportedly stole two hand bags and a watch from local pedestrians. Last seen heading towards East Longhorn Street. Be advised, he is presumably armed. Repeat, he may be armed and dangerous," The walkies on both of them crackled, interrupting Judy's upcoming tangent on the fox's eating habits.

"That's not far from here!" Judy exclaimed, becoming ecstatic at the news of activity. "Come on!"

Nick quickly downed the rest of his drink before tossing the empty cup in the trash and running after his partner, who was much faster than him. Panting and huffing, the fox eventually closed the gap between him and Judy once she came to a screeching halt at the corner of East Longhorn Street. Looking around quickly, they didn't see much activity. It appeared that the criminal had already taken off. However, the cry of a female pig soon put them back on the crook's trail.

"Thief! Someone help me! He stole my purse, that mangy cat! Thief! Anyone! Police!" She called out, carrying on and on and pointing down an alleyway between two buildings.

The two officers sprinted towards that direction, following the same path that the thief had taken and turned left to find a cornered feline. He had three purses slung over his shoulder with a golden watch dangling out from the side pocket of one of the hand bags. The cat was frantically looking for a way out, but found no doors or windows that would help him.

"Freeze! ZPD police! Get your hands where I can see them!" Judy ordered as she and Nick closed in on the crook, blocking off his escape.

The dirty brown cat whirled around to face the two officers before giving them a hardened stare and digging out a switchblade from his tattered, old and baggy pants. He flicked his wrist slightly, and a pointed edge shot out from its wooden case.

"Back off. I'd hate to use this," He threatened.

"Look, Whiskers. He's got a butter knife," Nick jeered. "What're ya gonna do? Chop onions?"

"Nick! Shut it!" His bunny comrade hissed before taking another step towards the criminal. "Put the knife down! There's no way out!"

"I need this loot to pay my rent, Cottontail," The feline spat. "I won't say it again! Back off!"

"He's not gonna drop the blade," The ex-con whispered to Judy, unlatching a pouch on his belt and pulling out a plastic gun. "Telling him to give up isn't gonna work, and I'm not about to wrestle the knife away from him. I'd like to keep my face unscratched."

The officer aimed the object at the cornered thief and pulled the trigger, commanding two metal hooks to shoot out from the muzzle of the gun and latch on to the crook's chest, sending an electric shock through the cords that were attached and forcing the cat to the ground. Judy cautiously made her way over and kicked the knife away before handcuffing the captured suspect. While his little dumb bunny called for backup so that they could bring the criminal back to the station for booking, Nick smirked as he holstered his Taser and wiped his knuckles on his shirt.

"All in a day's work, I'd say," He stated with his signature cool and composed look.

"Not my first choice of capture, but…" Judy sighed, looking up and giving him a small smile. "Whatever works, I guess."

The bunny could practically see her friend's ego and pride swell within him at her comment. It surprised her a little that her words had that much of an effect on her friend.

"Now about my parents' carrot cake…"

Nick groaned and smacked himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand.

So that's that! "Oh it was so short! Are all of his chapters gonna be that small?" I know those doubts and thoughts are creepin' into your minds. Just get them outta here. Don't be having none of that! To answer that…NO. My chapters will not always be that short. This is a test chapter to see how this story does. I always do this. I've gotta build up the main conflict of the story, so just sit tight. I've gotta get everything rolling.

So I see you just getting ready to book it outta here. Just like "Welp, the chapter is over now, so I'm movin' on!" I wanna tell you to STOP! No! I see that mouse moving! That cursor better not click off of this page! Don't do it! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter and of this story as a whole so far by leaving a review. It'll help me improve this story and give me feedback as to whether you want this story to continue or not. If you favorite or follow this story right off the bat, I may send a virtual hug your way (unless you hate metaphorical or physical contact of any sort. In that case, a simple thanks is in order).

Anyways, as my usual slogan for all my stories goes, more to come… (hopefully, that is).