A/N: You've Got Mail and Zootopia are both two of my favorite movies. Since the two protags in both movies have similar personalities, I thought it would be fun to write a YGM AU. Big dedication to yogirlonfire, who was really supportive of the idea from the get-go and encouraged me to write this. c: Unfortunate sidenote, Fanfiction's a dumb and won't let me enter email addresses in the story, rip.

It was a beautiful day in the heart of Zootopia.

Savanna Central was alight with life. Mammals were chattering as they bustled to work, the sun was shining, nary a cloud in the sky, birds were singing...

And Judy Hopps' neighbors were arguing. Again.

"I'M TELLIN' YOU, TUJUNGA GAMES WAS WAY BETTER THAN PIG HERO SIX!"

"SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKIN' ABOUT!"

"YOU SHUT UP!"

The bunny groans as the rowdy voices filtering through The Grand Pangolin Arms' thin walls awaken her, turning over to check the digital clock on her desk. "Oh, well, it's time to get ready for work, anyway," Judy tells herself, sitting upright and briefly stretching her arms up over her head. "Up and at 'em! Today's a new day!"

Of course, Judy was a glass half-full kind of bunny, an unwavering optimist who always tried to see the best in everything. But there was a special reason why she always woke up so happy no matter what, and that was because she had something to look forward to - which was nice to have amidst such a repetitive routine.

And that happened to be messages from her virtual penpal.

She immediately reaches over for her carrotphone, violet irises sparkling with excitement as a new email awaits her upon promptly unlocking the phone.

When the Hopps' produce business had been offered a deal to expand in several locations across Zootopia, Judy had leapt at the chance to be a manager at the first Hopps' Family Farm Fruits and Vegetables to open in Zootopia and oversee the family business. She'd always wanted to broaden her horizons, and although moving from the rural Bunnyburrow to Savanna Central was a bit of a culture shock, Judy had adjusted and settled in just fine. What had started as a carrot farm was now a business chain that had hit big. Zootopia was 90 percent prey, and there was nothing members of the prey family loved more than fresh produce.

The rabbit had started a blog online, her posts explaining in depth her experience with marketing and business management. That had become popular as well across the web, and that's where Judy had met him. Her online friend.

Although they'd never disclosed their names to uphold a sense of privacy (Judy went by the alias "Carrots" online on her blog), they had exchanged emails to converse further about their experiences and various advice with running a retail chain. As the months drew on, Judy had found that she had lots of fun having discussions with him that eventually went far beyond their work experience. She'd never gotten so close to anyone before; she felt as though she could talk about anything with him, that she could be completely open and that he'd understand and relate. Talking to him had swiftly become the highlight of her day, and she constantly anticipated responses from him. Her day wasn't complete without talking to him.

Her silver feet thump the mattress in a habit stemmed from unkept enthusiasm as she quickly taps the new Yazoo email.

"To: carrots

From: wildeone52

Subject: Good morning!

I know you're still asleep because I haven't received an email yet. Chop chop, darlin', you've got to be up for work, right?

P.S. Would you look at that, otter correct didn't change any words on me this time. Today's going to be a good day, I can feel it."

She reads each line thoroughly, the smile never waning from her grey features at her virtual friend's typical wit and charm that never ceased to make her laugh. She rereads the email twice before finally clicking Reply; no matter how busy her day got (or the fact that she was supposed to be getting ready for work at the moment), she would always make time to talk to her dear friend. Long ears perk up happily as she types away with fuzzy thumbs.

"To: wildeone52

From: carrots

Subject: Re: Good morning!

You know, I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends - as opposed to what we actually are, mammals who don't know each other's names and met on a blogging website where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will he say today, I wonder, every morning when I wake up, as the first thing I do is reach for my cell phone to see if I have a new email. I unlock my phone, and my breath catches in my chest as I see that I've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the busy streets of Zootopia, not even my neighbors' vehement quarreling, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you."

Judy's practically skipping along the sidewalk, a palpable and literal spring to her step as she arrives at her quaint store. Hopps' Family Farm Fruits and Vegetables is emblazoned in cursive letters across the top of the building's large window, which displays an array of neatly arranged produce framed by twinkle lights. Her employee, Fru Fru, is waiting outside the front door, and Judy greets her friend with a jovial smile.

"Good morning, Fru Fru!" she greets the rodent in an enthused manner as she withdraws her store keys and unlocks the door. "It's a beautiful day. Isn't it just the most beautiful morning?"

The arctic shrew glances up from her phone toward the sky, as if seeing it for the first time. "I suppose so." She checks her reflection in the window, patting her luscious chestnut locks.

Out on the road, a wolf leaning his head out the window with his tongue out while driving collides into a car in front of him, causing a fender bender. The driver, an irate goat, leaps out of the vehicle to confront the timberwolf. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, OLD GOAT!"

"Don't you just love Zootopia in the spring?" Sincerity lilts Judy's voice, seemingly oblivious to the commotion happening behind them, the door jingling as the rabbit opens it. Fru Fru sends the taller a puzzled look, following her inside.

Judy promptly switches the Closed sign around to read Open instead, scurrying behind the front desk to ready the cash register, her exuberant smile as well as the pep to her step never wavering.

Fru Fru, who's been scrutinizing her friend inquisitively, suddenly gasps in realization. "Oh my god. You're totally in love!"

"What?" The bunny's startled from her reverie, her smile faltering as amethyst irises round. "In love? What are you... no I.. no, I am not, no."

The undeterred Fru Fru stares at her, obviously unconvinced. Judy stares back in embarrassment.

"...I'm just going to stand here until you tell me."

There's a pause. Long, silver ears finally droop in defeat, and a sigh prefaces Judy's answer.

"...It's not like that. We just email."

Fru Fru giggles, absently twirling a lock of her hair. "Emailing is so five years ago, Judy. How'd you meet him? Why don't you text him?"

A sheepish sigh underlies her words. "I met him online. We don't talk about anything personal, we made a rule about that. I don't even know his name, what he does, or where exactly he lives, so it's not serious. I'm not seeing him. We're just friends. Okay?" Although, even as she spoke those words, she couldn't deny to herself the feeling of yearning tugging at her chest. She and her online friend knew so much about each other, yet at the same time, they knew nothing. She wanted to get to know him more.. she wanted to know everything about him, beyond how he likes his coffee or the way he only loops his tie once.

"Oh my god! He could, like, be the next mammal to walk into this store! You never know!" Fru Fru exclaims, clearly warming up to the notion. "He could be..."

The door swung open at that moment, and both girls whirled around to see... a plump cheetah carrying a box of donuts.

"...Clawhauser," Fru Fru finishes, her voice notably lacking enthusiasm now.

"Morning!" Clawhauser beams, shoving another sprinkled donut into his mouth before setting the half-eaten box down on the counter. Truly, it was a wonder why someone like Clawhauser, who avidly loved pastries and desserts, worked at a store that only sold fruits and veggies. "Sorry, I got hungry on the way."

The door jingled again, and in waddled yet another employee, the refined Mrs. Otterton, who offered them all a kind smile. "Good morning. What are we talking about?"

"Judy's new booyyfriieeend~!" Fru Fru declares in a sing-song voice.

Clawhauser gasps, pressing his paws to his round cheeks in delight. "Awwww, Judyyy! Why didn't you say so sooner? Tell us everything!"

"No!" A flail of her paws accompanies Judy's frantic outburst. "Uhh, noooo. I mean. That's not.. no, I don't have a boyfriend!"

Thankfully, customers walking in spared Judy further questions and embarrassment.

Later that day, the garbage truck pulls up beside the two trash bins outside the back of the store. Judy, mentally rehearsing the words she'd prepared earlier, does her best to appear firm as she steps outside upon their approach. No matter how stern Judy tried to be, nobody ever seemed to pay a "cute bunny" like her any mind or take her seriously. But she was determined to make her point today.

"Excuse me, you forgot to pick up the garbage last week and I got a ticket. And you're late today- I could have gotten another," Judy enunciates in an austere tone, her grey brow furrowing as she plants her paws at her hips and thumps a foot indignantly.

"We were here, there was no garbage," one of the rams responded indifferently.

"Yeah," the other added noncommittally.

"Of course there was-" Judy counters fiercely, only to be interrupted.

The ram marched toward the rabbit and loomed over her with a disdainful grunt. "What do you think, I don't wanna pick up garbage? You think I go up and down the street picking up garbage as I please, that I purposely don't take yours? What's the matter with you? Get over yourself and quit whining."

"Yeah," the other ram chimes in.

Judy's ears flatten against her head in surprise, blinking wide eyes. The ram doesn't even let her get a word in edgewise before he barrels on.

"You don't even bundle it right, you're supposed to bundle it and leave it near the curb, you leave it near the store and you use cheap garbage bags, they smear all over the place, and then I gotta pick it up with my shovel. And now you're busting my chops! You're just another garbage pick-up to us, okay?"

"...Yeah," his companion finishes.

Judy's rendered speechless as the duo storm back into their truck and drive off, staring after them in stunned silence. Once she meanders back into the store, Fru Fru sends her a curious look, having witnessed the heated exchange through the window.

"That ram went ballistic on me," Judy explains, her ears lowered.

"I hope you told him off!" Fru Fru huffs.

"...Not exactly," Judy murmurs under her breath, almost inaudibly.

"...Now, I know what you're thinking. 'It's really weird that a predator wants to open up a produce store.' Is it? Well, yes, yes it is. But you see, sir, Zootopia is ninety percent prey. What better way to make profit than to have something that benefits and caters to them?" Nick Wilde straightened his tie, maintaining a professional and amiable tone with a smile to match as he made his pitch for a loan at the bank. "If I can be frank, your typical booths, vendors, and run of the mill grocery stores just aren't cutting it. In Zootopia, you're expecting something grand and exciting and big, right? They say you can't put a price on happiness, but I say you can." The fox gestured toward his posterboard that showcased the layout of the large, bountiful store that would be called Fox and Sons Veggies. "What do you say? Will you help me make it happen?"

"Are you even listenin' to me?" Finnick bellows, snapping Nick back to reality and out of his memories. It'd been months since they'd received the loan for their idea, and Nick was still having trouble believing he'd really been given a chance, after so many denials and rejections from various other banks. "I said, the electrical contractor called. He won't be in 'til tomorrow. The shelves are late 'cause the shipment of pine had beetles. And there's some question about whether we're installing the stairs in the right spot-"

"That sounds great," Nick inadvertently interrupted his business partner, his tone distant.

If Finnick were taller, he'd snap his fingers in the fellow fox's face. As it was, he had to settle for a menacing glower. "Testing one-two-three-four."

"Is the electrician here?" Nick queries, his dark shades obscuring any expression revealed in his emerald hues.

"...I just told you, idiot, he can't make it today."

"I hear nothing," Nick continued in a carefree, airy tone, his bushy tail swishing as he checks his phone out of habit. "Not a sound on the streets of Zootopia, just the beat of my own heart. I think that's the way it goes. Something like that."

"...The heck are you goin' on about?"

Seeing he didn't have a new email, Nick was suddenly all business again. "Anyway, are we on schedule?"

"We open in a month."

"I guess we should announce our grand opening soon," Nick muses, a smirk flitting across his muzzle as he exchanges glances with the shorter fox.

"This is Savanna Central. The minute they hear they'll be linin' up..."

"To picket..."

"The big bad..."

"Foxes."

"That destroy..."

"Everything we hold dear. But!" Nick held up an ebony digit matter-of-factly. "We'll seduce them with our square footage and our amazingly swift checkout lines and our discounts and our..."

They both finished in sync, "Free samples."

There's a smug note to Nick's gait now, as he laces his paws behind his back. "We'll get them in the end. Meanwhile, we should just put up a sign..." He flourishes a paw. "Coming Soon, A Fox Superstore and The End of Civilization As We Know It."