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Part 3 is here and we get tosee the start of Clawhauser's first day at Zootopia PD.
Chapter 3
“Alright everyone, enough roughhousing,” Chief Bogo told his officers as they were up to their usual pre briefing hijinks. Clawhauser was there reclined dangerously far back in his chair with his feet up on the table looking completely relaxed. When Chief Bogo began to speak everyone calmed down and sat in attention save for Clawhauser. Bogo was just as well built and looked as stern as he always did. In fact, the only distinct difference from how he presently looked was that he had a big bushy afro on his head.
“Wait a moment,” said Nick upon hearing that. “Bogo… Chief Bogo had an afro way back then?”
“Yeah, I have a picture of him somewhere around here,” Clawhauser added searching the draws. “Oh, here it is.” He took it out and showed it to Judy and Nick. Judy could barely restrain a snicker, but Nick fell off his seat hysterical.
“Now that is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he cackled uncontrollably. “What do you think would happen to me if I ever called him Chief Frogo?”
“No idea, but I get the feeling that being a meter maid for the rest of your life would be preferable to what else he could do to you,” Judy commented.
“It’d be worth it,” panted Nick managing to calm down. As he stood back up and got another look at the picture, he fell back down laughing all over again.
“Uh, you may want to hide that where it can never see the light of day again,” Judy advised Clawhauser. “Or better yet tear it up and burn the pieces.”
“Are you kidding?” replied Clawhauser. “It’s the best thing in the world to have when you’re having a bad day.”
“Definitely lifted my spirits,” Nick agreed as he got back to his feet. “And I’m not even having a bad day.”
“At least till Chief Frogo hears your nickname for him,” commented Judy who couldn’t hold back her laughter this time. “F- Frogo!”
“Heheh, well, back to what I was saying,” Clawhauser continued.
“First order of business.” Bogo slipped on his reading glasses and peered at his clipboard. “It seems we’ve got ourselves a new recruit, a Mr. Clawhauser. I’m sure now would be a perfect opportunity to give him a moment to introduce himself to the rest of you. It would, but I don’t care.”
“I’ll let my actions do the talking for me,” bragged Clawhauser causing all the other officers to chuckle with amusement.
“It seems our newest officer has some spunk,” commented Cheif Bogo. “I don’t care for spunk. Anyway, our assignment today involves the street racers that have been causing a lot of trouble throughout Zootopia. They have caused quite a lot of property damage in their wake and the mayor is on my tail about putting an end to them including this mysterious Ace Driver.”
“Ace Driver?” asked Clawhauser.
“We have managed to get identification on all the other racers, but not him,” explained Bogo. “He has eluded our every pursuit and has never failed to finish a race in first place. Arresting him is key to finally putting an end to these races once and for all so capturing him takes tap priority.”
“Then let me after him and I’ll chase him down,” stated Clawhauser.
“So you think you have driving skills that could match the Ace Driver’s?” asked the chief very skeptically.
“I don’t need a car,” he answered. “I’ll chase him down on foot. You didn’t care to let me introduce myself, but I did graduation from the police academy first in my class and smashed all the speed records. To me, a speeding car might as well be standing still.”
“I said this before and I’ll say it again,” snapped Chief Bogo. “I do not care. You are a part of this team and you will follow the orders that are given to you. Now either keep your mouth shut and do as you are told or you’ll smash the record for fastest at getting fired. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Clawhauser answered trying his best to not tick off Bogo more than he already had.
“Very good,” Bogo said walking over to the map of Zootopia on the board. “We’ve managed to acquire the route of their current race and we’re going to prepare roadblocks at different sections in order to stop them. We’ll be divided into teams of two and work with the police in the different areas trap the drivers. First off, Fangmeyer will be with me in Tundra Town. Rhinowitz will be with Grizzoli in the Rainforest District. Officer McHorn and Rhinowitz will be at Sahara Square. Finally, Officer Delgato and Wolford will be in Savanna Central.”
“What about me?” asked Clawhauser.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Bogo answered and pointed at Little Rodentia. “I didn’t have time to assign you anywhere since you just arriving so I figured you could keep an eye out there for any hot rodders.”
“I didn’t work this hard to be made a joke of,” argued Clawhauser.
“Then why did you join?” asked Bogo. “If you answer anything besides uphold the law then you are not ready for an assignment like this. I do not have time to babysit any grandstanders and from what I’ve seen of you in the last five minutes is that you see all this as a game. Now you will go where I assign you and you will prove to me that there is more to you than that.” There was a knock on the door. “What now?”
“Is Benny in here?” a voice Clawhauser recognized said.
“Mrs. Roody?” he asked surprised that she was in the police department.
“I am not in the mood for this,” groaned Chief Bogo as he opened the door to see the old lady roo. “Can I help you, Miss?”
“My poor Benny left for work and forgot to take the lunch I made for him,” she explained.
“Is that so?” Bogo said suddenly sounding amused and the other officers chuckled too. “Well, I’m afraid we are busy at the moment in a meeting so you’ll have to wait until we are done to give it to him.”
“It will only take a moment,” she replied.
“I don’t care,” he told her more sternly. “I am in charge here and what I say goes and I will not allow anyone to disturb my briefing, do I make myself clear.”
“Didn’t your mama teach you to treat a lady with respect,” Mrs. Roody snapped at him angrily and the next thing Chief Bogo realized was that he on her lap and getting his rear spanked red in front of all the officers in the room. Everyone was silent. They were all too stunned by what they were seeing to do anything.
“Okay! Okay!” cried Bogo. “Give it to him! Give him his lunch!”
“That’s better,” she replied rolling Bogo off her lap and hopping over to give Clawhauser his lunch. “There you go. A nice lunch to help put some meat on your bones. You’re much too skinny my little Benny, but don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you.”
“Um, thanks,” he replied and waved goodbye to her as she hopped out.
Mrs. Roody took one more look at Bogo still on the ground and he flinched at her glare. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you,” she told him. “I better not see you picking on Benny or you’ll have to answer to me. Understand?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he replied a bit of fear in his voice. He didn’t get up till she left and even waited till she was out of the building before continuing.
“Uh, my new landlady,” Clawhauser said like that would help clear things up.
“So, uh, you know your assignments,” Bogo said. “Everyone, uh, get to work. I think I need to lay down for a while. Oh, and Clawhauser, I’m reassigning you to work with Fangmeyer in my stead. Just do as you’re told and nothing else.”
“Yes, sir!” he answered suddenly very grateful that Mrs. Roody was his landlady.
“Oh, wow, this just keeps getting better and better,” stated Nick. “I can’t wait to hear what happens to ole’ Frogo next.”
“That isn’t what this story is about,” Judy reminded Nick.
“Yeah and it hardly compares to some of the stuff I end up doing later on, but that’s still a bit away.”
“Too bad, but I wonder what other kinds of crazy hairstyles Bogo has had over the years besides an afro. Maybe a mohawk or a mullet.” He snickered at the thought and then spotted Chief Bogo and called out to him. “Hey, Chief!”
“Something the matter, Wilde?” he asked.
“What other hairdos have you had over the years besides an afro?” Nick asked.
“You showed him the picture?” Bogo acussed Clawhauser.
“Uh, accidentally,” he answered a bit nervously.
“Well, can I assume that this means you finally got a confession out of Leroy Llaminski that you are able to gossip about my fashion choices of the past?” he asked not sounding happy at all.
“Actually, we are getting a bit of help from a specialist,” explained Nick. “Mrs. Roody, you remember her, right?”
“She’s here?” trembled Bogo upon hearing this. “Right now?”
“Please!” cried Leroy Llaminski running through the precinct in terror. “I confess! I confess to it all! Everything I’ve done and anything that I actually didn’t do, but you think I did! Send me to prison! Please! Just save me from her!”
“There you are!” Mrs. Roody hollered hopping over with a bar of soap in one hand and a toilet brush in the other. “Spitting is such a nasty habit. I have to wash your mouth out with soap!”
“I thought that was the punishment for swearing,” commented Judy.
“With how nasty llama spit is, it’s probably more or less as bad,” replied Nick.
“Hurry!” begged Leroy. “Have a heart and send me up the river.”
“I’ll escort you there personally,” Bogo said. “We’ll take my car.” The two of them ran from Mrs. Roody more like a pair of frightened children than a police chief and a heinous criminal.
“Looks like our work is all taken care of for tonight,” Judy commented.
“Meaning we’re free to come to dinner tonight,” replied Nick. “Best not make enemies with that lady.”
“Agreed,” nodded Judy. “Uh, Clawhauser, what happened next?”
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Chapter 3
“Alright everyone, enough roughhousing,” Chief Bogo told his officers as they were up to their usual pre briefing hijinks. Clawhauser was there reclined dangerously far back in his chair with his feet up on the table looking completely relaxed. When Chief Bogo began to speak everyone calmed down and sat in attention save for Clawhauser. Bogo was just as well built and looked as stern as he always did. In fact, the only distinct difference from how he presently looked was that he had a big bushy afro on his head.
“Wait a moment,” said Nick upon hearing that. “Bogo… Chief Bogo had an afro way back then?”
“Yeah, I have a picture of him somewhere around here,” Clawhauser added searching the draws. “Oh, here it is.” He took it out and showed it to Judy and Nick. Judy could barely restrain a snicker, but Nick fell off his seat hysterical.
“Now that is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he cackled uncontrollably. “What do you think would happen to me if I ever called him Chief Frogo?”
“No idea, but I get the feeling that being a meter maid for the rest of your life would be preferable to what else he could do to you,” Judy commented.
“It’d be worth it,” panted Nick managing to calm down. As he stood back up and got another look at the picture, he fell back down laughing all over again.
“Uh, you may want to hide that where it can never see the light of day again,” Judy advised Clawhauser. “Or better yet tear it up and burn the pieces.”
“Are you kidding?” replied Clawhauser. “It’s the best thing in the world to have when you’re having a bad day.”
“Definitely lifted my spirits,” Nick agreed as he got back to his feet. “And I’m not even having a bad day.”
“At least till Chief Frogo hears your nickname for him,” commented Judy who couldn’t hold back her laughter this time. “F- Frogo!”
“Heheh, well, back to what I was saying,” Clawhauser continued.
“First order of business.” Bogo slipped on his reading glasses and peered at his clipboard. “It seems we’ve got ourselves a new recruit, a Mr. Clawhauser. I’m sure now would be a perfect opportunity to give him a moment to introduce himself to the rest of you. It would, but I don’t care.”
“I’ll let my actions do the talking for me,” bragged Clawhauser causing all the other officers to chuckle with amusement.
“It seems our newest officer has some spunk,” commented Cheif Bogo. “I don’t care for spunk. Anyway, our assignment today involves the street racers that have been causing a lot of trouble throughout Zootopia. They have caused quite a lot of property damage in their wake and the mayor is on my tail about putting an end to them including this mysterious Ace Driver.”
“Ace Driver?” asked Clawhauser.
“We have managed to get identification on all the other racers, but not him,” explained Bogo. “He has eluded our every pursuit and has never failed to finish a race in first place. Arresting him is key to finally putting an end to these races once and for all so capturing him takes tap priority.”
“Then let me after him and I’ll chase him down,” stated Clawhauser.
“So you think you have driving skills that could match the Ace Driver’s?” asked the chief very skeptically.
“I don’t need a car,” he answered. “I’ll chase him down on foot. You didn’t care to let me introduce myself, but I did graduation from the police academy first in my class and smashed all the speed records. To me, a speeding car might as well be standing still.”
“I said this before and I’ll say it again,” snapped Chief Bogo. “I do not care. You are a part of this team and you will follow the orders that are given to you. Now either keep your mouth shut and do as you are told or you’ll smash the record for fastest at getting fired. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Clawhauser answered trying his best to not tick off Bogo more than he already had.
“Very good,” Bogo said walking over to the map of Zootopia on the board. “We’ve managed to acquire the route of their current race and we’re going to prepare roadblocks at different sections in order to stop them. We’ll be divided into teams of two and work with the police in the different areas trap the drivers. First off, Fangmeyer will be with me in Tundra Town. Rhinowitz will be with Grizzoli in the Rainforest District. Officer McHorn and Rhinowitz will be at Sahara Square. Finally, Officer Delgato and Wolford will be in Savanna Central.”
“What about me?” asked Clawhauser.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Bogo answered and pointed at Little Rodentia. “I didn’t have time to assign you anywhere since you just arriving so I figured you could keep an eye out there for any hot rodders.”
“I didn’t work this hard to be made a joke of,” argued Clawhauser.
“Then why did you join?” asked Bogo. “If you answer anything besides uphold the law then you are not ready for an assignment like this. I do not have time to babysit any grandstanders and from what I’ve seen of you in the last five minutes is that you see all this as a game. Now you will go where I assign you and you will prove to me that there is more to you than that.” There was a knock on the door. “What now?”
“Is Benny in here?” a voice Clawhauser recognized said.
“Mrs. Roody?” he asked surprised that she was in the police department.
“I am not in the mood for this,” groaned Chief Bogo as he opened the door to see the old lady roo. “Can I help you, Miss?”
“My poor Benny left for work and forgot to take the lunch I made for him,” she explained.
“Is that so?” Bogo said suddenly sounding amused and the other officers chuckled too. “Well, I’m afraid we are busy at the moment in a meeting so you’ll have to wait until we are done to give it to him.”
“It will only take a moment,” she replied.
“I don’t care,” he told her more sternly. “I am in charge here and what I say goes and I will not allow anyone to disturb my briefing, do I make myself clear.”
“Didn’t your mama teach you to treat a lady with respect,” Mrs. Roody snapped at him angrily and the next thing Chief Bogo realized was that he on her lap and getting his rear spanked red in front of all the officers in the room. Everyone was silent. They were all too stunned by what they were seeing to do anything.
“Okay! Okay!” cried Bogo. “Give it to him! Give him his lunch!”
“That’s better,” she replied rolling Bogo off her lap and hopping over to give Clawhauser his lunch. “There you go. A nice lunch to help put some meat on your bones. You’re much too skinny my little Benny, but don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you.”
“Um, thanks,” he replied and waved goodbye to her as she hopped out.
Mrs. Roody took one more look at Bogo still on the ground and he flinched at her glare. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you,” she told him. “I better not see you picking on Benny or you’ll have to answer to me. Understand?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he replied a bit of fear in his voice. He didn’t get up till she left and even waited till she was out of the building before continuing.
“Uh, my new landlady,” Clawhauser said like that would help clear things up.
“So, uh, you know your assignments,” Bogo said. “Everyone, uh, get to work. I think I need to lay down for a while. Oh, and Clawhauser, I’m reassigning you to work with Fangmeyer in my stead. Just do as you’re told and nothing else.”
“Yes, sir!” he answered suddenly very grateful that Mrs. Roody was his landlady.
“Oh, wow, this just keeps getting better and better,” stated Nick. “I can’t wait to hear what happens to ole’ Frogo next.”
“That isn’t what this story is about,” Judy reminded Nick.
“Yeah and it hardly compares to some of the stuff I end up doing later on, but that’s still a bit away.”
“Too bad, but I wonder what other kinds of crazy hairstyles Bogo has had over the years besides an afro. Maybe a mohawk or a mullet.” He snickered at the thought and then spotted Chief Bogo and called out to him. “Hey, Chief!”
“Something the matter, Wilde?” he asked.
“What other hairdos have you had over the years besides an afro?” Nick asked.
“You showed him the picture?” Bogo acussed Clawhauser.
“Uh, accidentally,” he answered a bit nervously.
“Well, can I assume that this means you finally got a confession out of Leroy Llaminski that you are able to gossip about my fashion choices of the past?” he asked not sounding happy at all.
“Actually, we are getting a bit of help from a specialist,” explained Nick. “Mrs. Roody, you remember her, right?”
“She’s here?” trembled Bogo upon hearing this. “Right now?”
“Please!” cried Leroy Llaminski running through the precinct in terror. “I confess! I confess to it all! Everything I’ve done and anything that I actually didn’t do, but you think I did! Send me to prison! Please! Just save me from her!”
“There you are!” Mrs. Roody hollered hopping over with a bar of soap in one hand and a toilet brush in the other. “Spitting is such a nasty habit. I have to wash your mouth out with soap!”
“I thought that was the punishment for swearing,” commented Judy.
“With how nasty llama spit is, it’s probably more or less as bad,” replied Nick.
“Hurry!” begged Leroy. “Have a heart and send me up the river.”
“I’ll escort you there personally,” Bogo said. “We’ll take my car.” The two of them ran from Mrs. Roody more like a pair of frightened children than a police chief and a heinous criminal.
“Looks like our work is all taken care of for tonight,” Judy commented.
“Meaning we’re free to come to dinner tonight,” replied Nick. “Best not make enemies with that lady.”
“Agreed,” nodded Judy. “Uh, Clawhauser, what happened next?”
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