AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I'm giving the characters (those who don't have them) surnames. Why? Because this is Fanfiction! Can you deal with that? Good. Enjoy the story.

DISCLAIMER: All characters under the "Disney" name are property of Walt Disney Animation Studios; the name "Disneyland" is property of the Walt Disney Company.

If the temperature wasn't so high as eighty degrees Fahrenheit, it would've been a pleasant day in Disneyland. Characters all over were suffering from the unbearable heat. How it was so hot was a mystery, for it was mid-April, a time when the weather was supposed to be enjoyable. But there were some times when it was blazing hot in the months of Spring, which would make everyone excited for summer. Even if a lot of characters knew this fact, they would still complain about the heat.

The weather forecast on the day in particular stated that Disneyland would experience temperatures between sixty-seven and seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit. Information like that wasn't exactly reassuring for the characters since they had to put up with it. Some of the public swimming pools across Disneyland were open and ready for crowds of characters to flock over for a refreshing swim while most were still waiting for early June to come around. There would have been at least a dozen or more characters at the public pools if everyone wasn't busy at work or school.

In Animahiem, the capital of Disneyland, it was approximately seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit outside with a wind speed of only five miles per hour. Everyone thought that if the wind was at twenty-five miles per hour, the weather would be more tolerable. Because there was almost no wind to cool anyone off, characters remained inside with the air conditioning systems on full blast, not caring at all how much their electric bills would be.

At the nearby elementary school, the students were hard at work on whatever assignment their teachers gave them. It wasn't as if every young character was happy doing school-related work, no mater how easy or difficult it was, but they were willing to do anything as long as they were in a place with air both cold and refreshing.

Two young boys, a Dalmatian puppy named Patch and a lion cub named Simba, were busy in History class with a map activity. The assignment was nothing special; it was simply marking certain areas of a blank copy of the map of Disneyland and then coloring it. Even though they thought it was something similar to a kindergarten activity, they found it to be fun and, in fact, a little bit interesting since it brought them back to their memorable Christmas adventure.

At the moment the two boys were done with the map, their teacher, a middle-aged man who was plump and known by all of the kids as "Mr. Quirky" for some unknown reason, passed by and saw their assignment fully completed. "Great job, boys," he said. "This is by first the coolest map of Disneyland I've seen this month!"

They still weren't sure why everyone called their History teacher "Mr. Quirky", but they thought it had something to do with him always talking and acting- only when it was appropriate -like a youngster in modern time. They only guessed that because he used the word "cool" to describe their map. Anyone could use the word "cool" and others would accept it, but when someone like "Mr. Quirky" would use it, it sounded very strange indeed.

As the teacher walked back to his desk with the completely map, the loudspeaker screeched to life. An announcement was about to be made.

A kind feminine voice said, "Patch Spotly and Simba Roarren, please report to the Main Office. Patch Spotly and Simba Roarren, to the Main Office. Thank you."

Patch and Simba instantly froze in position with their eyes wide and their mouths open in a silent gasp. They were scared- they were obviously being called down to the principal's office! Neither of them knew why the principal would want to see them- they did nothing wrong! Despite of what trouble they would be in for, the two boys left the classroom and headed for the Main Office.

When they arrived, the secretary told them, "Take a seat over there, please. The principal is busy at the moment, but she'll come out when she's ready for you."

Patch and Simba walked over to the row of chairs the secretary pointed to and sat down next to each other.

"What kind of trouble could we possibly be in?" Patch inquired Simba quietly.

"I don't know," Simba replied in a hushed tone. "We didn't do anything wrong."

"Perhaps there's something we didn't do that was never mentioned to us," Patch suggested. "Do you remember anything that was assigned to us? Like important forms or something like that?"

Simba shook his head. "No clue," he said.

Patch and Simba glanced around the Main Office from the chairs they were sitting in. Everything was normal and peaceful. The only noise being made was the secretary working at her computer and taking phone calls when they were being made. If there was any trouble, everyone was doing a good job at hiding their anger and displeasure at whatever went wrong.

Simba looked outside the window that gave a good view of the humid world outside. As he did so, a police cruiser slowed to a stop in front of the school. The lion cub gasped as quietly as he could. "Uh oh!"

"What's the matter?" Patch asked.

"I just saw a police car pull up," Simba said fearfully.

"Oh dear," Patch gulped. "Whatever's going on, it must be serious!"

Patch and Simba took a deep breath and sat up straight. They didn't want to look afraid of what trouble loomed ahead of them. When they heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the front doors of the building, Patch whispered to Simba: "Keep calm. If we play our cards right, we'll be out of here in no time."

"Okay," Simba responded.

From the secretary's desk, there came a sudden buzzing noise. The secretary grabbed a phone from one corner of her desk and pushed an unseeable button. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked.

There was a few seconds of silence before the secretary said, "Oh, yes. Mrs. Cow was wondering when you would arrive."

Fear returned and stung Patch and Simba furiously like a swarm of bees in a frenzy. Though the way the secretary had said what she just said in a calm voice, it was still enough to arouse concern over the issue unknown to the boys.

The secretary hung up the phone and pressed a different button on the other side of her desk. Patch and Simba nearly jumped when a loud click went off from outside the Main Office. One of the front doors had been unlocked and the police officers entered the building.

The door to the Main Office swung open and in stepped the two officers- one was a female rabbit while the other was a male fox wearing sunglasses. Patch and Simba took another deep breath and hid their fear. The secretary looked up at the officers and said, "Officers Hopps and Wilde, it's great to see you here."

The fox removed his sunglasses and replied, "Well, even though this is small business, my partner and I decided it was right to come here."

The rabbit looked up at the fox with a sly grin. "Am I always your partner?" she asked. "You certainly have kept your con artist ways, haven't you?"

"Well, not all of them," said the fox.

"Anyway, we're glad that you've come on such short notice," said the secretary. "Mrs. Cow is busy at the moment, but she should be done in a moment."

The officers nodded and the secretary went back to her work.

"Remember, Nick, this is a school so don't show off to anyone," the rabbit told the fox.

"Carrots, relax," Nick replied. "I'm an officer of the law and I know where I stand. Don't worry about a thing."

The rabbit still kept a sly grin on her face. She knew that no matter what, Nick Wilde would always find a way to fabricate lies. That originated from his past of growing up poor and eventually swindling characters for money on the streets. That all changed when he met Carrots, known by everyone in Animahiem as Judy Hopps. After they both became friends, Judy introduced Nick to the police force and he was instantly brought into training. It was tough but Nick pulled through, and he was a police officer in no time- he might tend to slack off when no one was looking, but, nonetheless, he was proud member of the Animahiem Police Department.

Judy and Nick turned their heads in the same direction and saw Patch and Simba sitting in their chairs quietly. They both sensed that they were afraid of their presence, so they decided to lighten things up in conversation.

"Hi, boys," Judy said aloud.

Patch and Simba snapped their heads to face Judy and Nick; they were visibly scared even though they tried to look normal. Both pup and cub raised a paw and blurted out the word "Hi."

It was now clear that the two boys were totally afraid of the two police officers. Judy and Nick knew exactly why they were at school. It wasn't to make an arrest or conduct any type of investigation; it was something more- shall we say -out of the ordinary.

"You boys seem kind of tense," said Nick.

"Who? Us?" Patch and Simba replied in unison. "No way!"

"Then why are both acting like you've seen a ghost" Judy inquired with a smile and raised eyebrow.

"Well," Patch began, obviously ready to stutter his words and lie; "it's not a ghost, you see. It was...um...a...a movie. YES! It was a movie we saw! It was called 'The Immoral Forest'. You've heard of it? It's a really scary movie. We were sure if there were any unknown spirits or creatures following us in the shadows; right, Simba?"

Simba, who was smiling nervously, said, "Yes. It was hard to sleep at night."

Judy and Nick glanced at each other and then back to Patch and Simba. They knew they were lying- it was clear as the pathetic smiles on their faces. "There's no such movie as 'The Immoral Forest'," Nick told the boys. "Carrots and I knew that you both are scared of us being here. No one told you why you're here, right?"

Patch and Simba frowned. "It's because of last week's food fight, isn't it?" they asked.

Judy was about to reply when Simba said, "If you want us to be honest, no need to ask. Patch and I were sitting at the table near the doors, far away from the battle area."

"Yeah," said Patch. "With Walt as our witness, we cannot shed guilt without remembering our actions in the war if we were involved. But were we? No. It's surprising that someone would actually start a food fight because they were serving-"

"Boys, don't worry about that," Judy explained. "A few teachers caught the kids who started the fight when they stood on one of the tables and shouted 'Victory is ours!'. Everyone knows it wasn't you because you were underneath your table."

Patch and Simba's eyes dropped to the floor in embarrassment. "Oh, yeah," they said.

"So, why are we even here?" Simba inquired as he and Patch looked back up.

"Oh, excellent; you're all here!" said a voice from out of nowhere.

The characters (except the secretary) turned to see Clarabelle Cow, the school principal, standing by the open corridor. "I've been wondering when you would show up so we can discuss the situation at hand. Come into my office, if you please."

Patch and Simba got out of their chairs and followed Mrs. Cow into the corridor with Judy and Nick behind them.

Mrs. Cow brought everyone into her office. Patch and Simba sat in the chairs in front of the principal's desk. Judy and Nick stood alongside the pup and cub. This caused the boys to believe they were in trouble. They didn't know what they did wrong, but they were soon to find out.

Mrs. Cow sat down in the swivel chair that accompanied her desk. "Now, boys," she said to Patch and Simba; "I don't want either of you to be nervous while you're here. You're not in any kind of trouble, but there is a problem in this school that's troubling me."

"What's that?" Patch inquired.

"You might've not seen anything wrong in some portions of the school," Mrs. Cow continued; "however, it's noticeable among the other staff members."

"Well, of course Patch and I haven't seen anything wrong," said Simba. "We don't even know what you're talking about." He turned to Nick who was beside him. "Unless you know what she's talking about."

"Your principal's referring to a recent robbery in the school," Nick explained.

"Repetitive robbery is the better term," said Judy.

"Well, go on, please," Patch told Mrs. Cow. "We'd like to know what's going on."

Mrs. Cow straighten herself in her chair and began to explain the school's current situation.

"Last month, the cafeteria staff have noticed that the snack food they've prepared for our fellow students have disappeared. There was an immediate inventory count, and it was discovered that about a dozen cookies and eight different bags of chips stolen from the kitchen and buffet area. It was also noted that the door to the kitchen had been unlocked."

"Why didn't you check the security cameras?" Simba inquired.

"That is mandatory procedure in any investigation," Judy told him. "However, the suspect broke into the school's security room and switched all of the surveillance cameras off."

"That's a smart move," Patch commented.

Everyone looked at him rather strangely. "Seriously, it is," said Patch. "A lot of crooks don't think like that. They'll just throw a sock over their heads and barge right in."

"He's right, that's all they do," said Simba, agreeing with his canine friend.

"I haven't brought you boys in my office to debate about the crime," Mrs. Cow told Simba and Patch. "The reason I have brought you here is to give you a special task, if you choose to accept it."

"And what would that be?" Patch asked with slight interest.

"Because we believe that this may be a student of this school," Mrs. Cow began; "we might have a chance of finding the theft and bringing our snack shortage to an end. But we can't do it without your help."

"How will we help?" Patch and Simba asked both simultaneously and eagerly.

With an exhilarating smile on her face, Mrs. Cow told the boys, "I'm offering you both the opportunity of becoming our school's first hall monitors and assistant night watch security guards."

Patch and Simba's eyes lit up. Could this be true? They were both given the chance to become both hall monitors and security guards? This was beyond awesome!

"We're going to be hall monitors?!" Simba asked.

Mrs. Cow nodded.

"And we're going to be security guards?!" Patch asked.

"You'll be working alongside us," Nick replied.

Simba suddenly became a bit concerned over the offer the principal was giving him and Patch."Will our parents be okay with this?" he asked aloud.

"No need to worry, Simba," said Mrs. Cow. "All you need to do- if you and Patch want to join the hunt for our snack robbers -is have your parents sign some forms about the mission at hand."

Mrs. Cow took two thin packets of paper and handed it to the boys. Patch and Simba carefully analyzed the forms. "I hope our parents will agree to this," Patch said nervously.

"I hope so, too," said Mrs. Cow. "Because if they refuse, I'm afraid we will have to resort to drastic measures."

"Like what?" Patch and Simba inquired.

"Well," Mrs. Cow sighed; "the only option we have is to (sadly) cancel the end of the school year pizza party."

Patch and Simba stared at Mrs. Cow with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Thinking about their parents refusing to allow them to take part in the search for the cafeteria thieves was already a problem. Thinking about losing the end of the year pizza party was something far worse.

"But that's not fair!" Patch and Simba protested.

"I'm sorry, boys," Mrs. Cow told them. "But at the moment, that's the only choice we have, unless you both are granted permission to join us in our time of need."

"I'm sure your parents will agree to this," Judy said to the boys. "Besides, we all still remember your heroism last Christmas."

Patch and Simba sighed. "We're always reminded about that stupid Christmas adventure!"

"Come on, it wasn't that stupid," said Nick. "After all, everyone was so happy that you brought back the House of Mouse's Christmas Tree Topper. How could you think of it so negatively?"

"We don't know," Simba responded; "but never-mind that. We'll talk to our parents after school."

"Yeah, they should know about this before we do something stupid," Patch added.

"Good," said Mrs. Cow, handing the pup and cub the forms. "Come back tomorrow with the forms signed by your parents. We've already sent your required uniforms to your homes, so you should be getting them before next Monday."

"Okay," Patch and Simba replied.

"Alright then," said Mrs. Cow. "You both can go back to class now."

Patch and Simba headed for the door with the forms they received.

"Bye, guys," said Judy.

"See you on the first night," said Nick.

"Okay," Patch and Simba replied before walking out of the office.

The boys hurried back to History class. They had to put the forms into their Home folders before the period was over. Recess was next and the last thing they needed was to forget to put the forms in a safe and memorable place before they became lost in excitement.

"Pray to Walt that they'll agree to this," Patch told his friend.

"Oh, I'm praying all right," Simba replied. "The fate of the end of the year pizza party is in our paws!"