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Clawhauser is about to have his first assignment at the ZPD. What could go wrong?
Chapter 4
“Is the race gonna start soon?” asked Clawhauser eagerly in the police cruiser. From how much he was fidgeting, he was like a little kid on his way to an amusement park.
“Shouldn’t start for at least another ten minutes,” Fangmeyer explained rubbing his paws together to keep them warm. “They won’t get to use for a while since they are starting in the center of the city before coming here. So we’ve got a half an hour to freeze our butts off.”
“Guess that’s why they call this place ‘Tundra Town,’” he chuckled. “So, what should we do in the meantime?”
“A little food would be nice,” admitted Fangmeyer taking out his lunch bag and retrieving a thermos of piping hot soup. He poured some in the cup top and slowly sipped it up. He let out a sigh of delight. “It’s almost scary how well the Mrs. knows just what I need when I need it, not that I’m complaining, mind you. What did your, heh, landlady bring you?”
“A sandwich, some chocolate milk… and I think about a dozen donuts,” answered Clawhauser.
“A dozen donuts?” whistled Fangmeyer with surprise. “Lucky you. Care to share?”
“Help yourself,” offered Clawhauser giving him the bag of donuts after taking out the sandwich and chocolate milk. “This will be plenty for me.”
“Uh, any reason you don’t want to eat the donuts?” questioned Fangmeyer.
“I am on a strict diet and I can’t have anything like that,” he answered.
“Not even one?” asked Fangmeyer. “I mean everyone cheats on their diets at least once in awhile and you don’t strike me as the type to stick to a diet because you are that diligent with it. Is there another reason you don’t want to eat any?”
“Nope, none,” answered Clawhauser as he started to fiddle with the radio and attempt to find a station. Fangmeyer’s expression showed he didn’t believe what he was saying.
“Birds don’t just fly, they fall down and get up,” began playing on the radio and quickly got Clawhauser’s attention.
“Oh, it’s that new number one hit from Gazelle,” he squealed excitedly. “I just know she’s gonna be big.”
“Sounds like you really like her,” chuckled Fangmeyer. “You sound just like a giddy fanboy.”
“Well, maybe I got a bit overly excited for a moment,” he admitted. “But no big deal.”
“If you say so,” said Fangmeyer trying one of the donuts as they listened to the rest of the song.
A short while later, with their lunch eaten along with only a couple donuts, the police radio finally came on. “Calling Team Frosty,” another officer called. “The race is underway and we are in hot pursuit of the drivers. I repeat, we are in pursuit! Do you copy?”
“Roger,” answered Fangmeyer. “We hear you loud and clear. We are ready for any that reach Tundra Town.”
“Finally some action!” cheered Clawhauser trying his best to remain professional.
“We’ve managed to cut off the cars from tenth to eighth place, but the others managed to make it into Tundra Town. I hope you’re ready cause they are coming in fast.”
Suddenly, a red car zoomed down the street past Clawhauser and Fangmeyer’s police cruiser and was almost out of sight in seconds. It was several seconds later that more cars zoomed after it and a couple more seconds before more police cars came too in pursuit.
“Could have given us a little more warning than that,” groaned Fangmeyer as he got his seatbelt fastened and turned the car on. “Hang on rookie, time for some action.”
“I’m all pumped for it,” Clawhauser replied as he got out of the car and did some warm up stretches.
“What are you doing?” snapped Fangmeyer. “We have to go now. We don’t have time for this!”
“Always gotta stretch before a run,” Clawhauser reminded him. “Don’t wanna pull anything when you start running.”
“Running?” he questioned. “You don’t chase a car on foot!”
“I know, which is why I’m going to cut them off,” he explained and bolted off like lightning leaving Fangmeyer stunned.
“Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute,” interrupted Judy. “You ran after a bunch of speeding cars?”
“Yup,” Clawhauser chuckled. “Pretty cool, huh? I was something else back then wasn’t I?”
“You sure aren’t what you are now,” agreed Nick.
“But didn’t you realize how stupid you were being?” she questioned him. “You were a new officer with no idea just what you were getting into and you just ran out like you could take on the world on your own.”
“Now doesn’t that sound like a certain bunny cop we all know and love,” commented Nick.
“I did nothing of the sort when I first started out,” retorted Judy.
“You mean you weren’t overly eager to prove yourself more than a meter maid and resulted in you chasing a weasel through Little Rodentia?”
“Well, I wasn’t a meter maid,” Judy reminded them.
“And you used questionable tactics to recruit an innocent civilian to aid you,” Nick added.
“First, that was you,” Judy pointed out. “And ‘innocent?’ Ha! That’s your funniest joke yet.”
“And let’s not forget your investigation that put the entire city in a panic that predators could go savage at any moment and nearly ended Zootopia as we know it,” finished Nick.
Just raised a paw in objection, but she suddenly found herself for a loss of anything to say to counter him. Instead, she turned back to Clawhauser. “Uh, so you were attempting to chase down the cars on foot?”
“No, I was attempting to head them off,” he corrected her as he resumed his story.
Clawhauser dashed down the frigid district of Tundra town, his breathing leaving a trail behind him as he ran. Upon reaching the end of the block he spotted the lead car zooming down the other street and quickly the cheetah followed. Behind him he could hear the roaring engines of the other racers trying to catch first place as well as well as the sirens of the police cars as they were in hot pursuit.
“I can let them handle the slowpokes,” figured Clawhauser not even bothering to turn back to see. “I’ll catch the leader.”
Running as quickly as he could on the icy ground, Clawhauser quickly met his match in this hotshot racer as he couldn’t manage to gain any ground on him at all. He was able to dodge around any cars in his way and even when he turned at intersections he was able to gracefully drift in just the right way to take them without even needing to reduce his speed. In fact, if Clawhauser hadn’t been giving it his all in the pursuit he’d have never been able to keep up.
“And they thought a police cruiser could keep up with him,” laughed Clawhauser still running strong. “There is no way, but how do I close the gap?” Thinking back to the route of the race, he quickly recalled the drive around the lake just as it came into view. It was quite vast and spanned quite a large chunk of Tundra Town. The surface shined brightly like a mirror as it was mostly frozen over. Around the perimeter were warning signs with pictures of hippos, rhinos, and elephants on it cautioning heavier animals to avoid approaching the lake. As the hot rodder continued to drive, he stayed on the path of the course and started his drive around it. On the other hand, Clawhauser kept running straight towards the lake and onto the frozen surface where he began to slide across it.
“A car would be too heavy to cross this,” smiled Clawhauser as he raced to cut off the racer. “I’ll beat him to the other side of the lake easily.”
Skating across the ice, Clawhauser ran past a few polar bears, wolves, and even a couple of tigers ice fishing. As he neared the middle of the lake he saw some new warning signs this time indicating the ice was too thin for bears, wolves, and lions to go any further. Clawhauser ignored the warning confident that he wouldn’t break the ice. This time he ran around some beavers, hares, and several other medium to small-sized animals. He could hear the ice creaking beneath his paws as he moved, but he was so quick that any damage he made to the ice was minor.
However, as he reached the center of the lake the warnings were not permitting any animals to proceed at all. As Clawhauser approached this sign he could already tell the danger he was in as each step broke off the chunk of ice his paw pressed against. But quickly moving, he managed to avoid falling into the frigid water. Still not giving up on pursuing his target, Clawhauser didn’t hesitate to run across the dangerously thin ice. The more ice he broke off, the weaker it became all around him to the point he was now running atop floating plates of ice that cracked to pieces and sank the instant he stepped on them.
His feet sank in the icy water for a second, chilling him down to the bone and making them quickly go numb. Ignoring this, Clawhauser hurried himself back onto thicker ice and safety. As he continued his pursuit, many of the ice fishers had watched him daringly run across the thin ice and saw the huge hole he had left in the center of the frozen lake.
“Is that guy nuts?” wondered a wolf. “He could have gotten himself killed.”
“I think he had on a ZPD uniform,” a rabbit commented. “So he was a cop?”
“Crazy cop,” added the wolf.
“Still kind of awesome that he managed to make it across the ice like that,” stated a polar bear.
“Crazy cool maybe,” said the wolf.
As Clawhauser returned to the road he was now just behind the racer, close enough to be able to see the bumper stickers on his fender. “Almost got him,” he panted leaning in to grab his spoiler. The thought of what to do once he caught him hadn’t quite yet registered in his head yet. Claws about ready to grab on, the car suddenly swerved out of the way to avoid an oncoming truck. Too focused on his prey, Clawhauser hadn’t even noticed it till then, but fortunately his reflexes were quick and helped him spring away just in time to land safely in a snowbank.
“Whoa, that was close,” gasped Clawhauser dusting the snow off of him and quickly turning his attention back to the racer who was already entering into the tunnel leading into the Rainforest District now. A few more of the racers were soon to follow, though fewer than before. Looking back, he could see the other cops managed to catch the ones at the back of the pack and were leaving the rest to the roadblocks ahead.
“If after all this I have nothing to show for it Chief Bogo is gonna tan my hide,” worried Clawhauser. “Can’t let them get away from me now!”
Zooming off once more, Clawhauser pursued the racers into the Rainforest District. Immediately, the warm tropical weather began to dispel the chill running over his body. As he exited the tunnel, he came upon the tropical area, a vast contrast to the frozen one he just left. It was full of greenery everywhere and a sprinkler system was installed all over to help keep the area constantly wet and rainy. Bridges were used to connect the different parts of the area together and it even had cable cars to help the residents to travel from canopy to canopy.
Looking around, Clawhauser searched for where the racers currently were and found they had put on quite a bit of distance. They had already reached the next roadblock that managed to stop the racer in the back and have a group of cars chase after the ones still on the run.
“Gotta catch up again,” pondered Clawhauser looking around for some type of shortcut. A long, nearby vine caught his eye and immediately an idea came to mind. Taking a few steps back, he ran forward and leapt at it, grabbing on and swinging with it towards another vine. He sprang from that vine onto the next one and so on as he raced after the cars Tarzan style.
“You went swinging from vines?” questioned Judy. “I don’t care how great an athlete you were, you can’t possibly expect me to believe that was even physically possible, right Nick?”
“Don’t look at me, Carrots,” he replied. “My belief is still suspended.”
“I might be exaggerating things a little bit,” admitted Clawhauser. “But I was still a rookie out to prove myself at the time.”
“So then the swinging with the vines?” she asked.
“Well, I did swing from at least one vine,” Clawhauser confessed.
“And what about the frozen lake?” wondered Nick.
“Uh, it might have been more of an ice field than a lake,” he rephrased. “But it was cold and I did break through some frozen puddles. Brrr, just thinking about it makes my paws feel cold. Oh, but then I made it to Sahara Central where I had to run through a terrible sandstorm.” Judy just looked at him as skeptical as ever. “Well, I did get sand in my eyes so it was hard to see. Uh, why don’t I just skip on over to the end of this part… unless you wanna hear about how I saved Little Rodentia from the giant donut of doom.”
“That was me,” said Judy.
“You sure?” he asked. “Cause I think if it involved a donut I’d have been involved.”
“Wasn’t this back when you didn’t like donuts?” reminded Nick.
“Oh, yeah,” he laughed and nommed on another donut. “Uh, well after running all over Zootopia, the race finally reached the main part of the city once more...”
“The lead car is mine,” panted Clawhauser hanging onto the back of the vehicle desperately. Looking behind him, he saw the other racers had already been apprehended. “You might reach the finish line, but I’m going to be the winner here!” Looking ahead, Clawhauser saw one final police blockage set up right at the finish line. “And you’re trapped too! There is no way out!” Quickly, the car came to a screeching halt tossing Clawhauser into the air before backing up to retreat down a different street. Clawhauser landed atop the hood of the car and dug his claws into it to hold on for dear life. “Except for that,” groaned Clawhauser sore from his short flight. He tried to look at the driver inside, but he couldn’t see through the dark windshield.
Upon reaching another intersection, the racer turned and drove down it while the police attempted to pursue. Clawhauser held on tight unable to do anything beyond go along for the ride. The cops did their best to try and keep up, but with the path of the race no longer there to guide them, the racer, suddenly making sharp turns, became even more difficult for them to anticipate and bit by bit he put distance on between them.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” groaned Clawhauser from his wild ride. He took a look to see where the perp was heading next and bit his lip in fright as he was driving towards an alleyway that was clearly too narrow for his car to fit in. “Are you nuts? You’re gonna get us both killed!”
Clawhauser shouted at the dark windshield, but didn’t get a response. The driver just sped up more as he came closer to the alley. Almost there, one of his front wheels hit the curve and lifted his car up on one side as he entered the alleyway giving him just barely enough room to drive through it at a forty five degree angle. Upon making it to the other side, the car slowed to a stop. Clawhauser was still somehow on the car, but the shock he endured had left him unconscious.
“Wha- what happened?” wondered Clawhauser when he finally awoke. Looking around he was still at the other end of the alleyway, but the racecar was nowhere in sight. Getting up, Clawhauser started to panic. “Oh, geeze, did he get away? Bogo is gonna kill me if I don’t have anything after what just happened.” Frantically searching around, Clawhauser hoped for some kind of lead and quickly spotted a nearby citizen, a sloth.
“Excuse me, sir,” he called and hurried over. He saw he was wearing a green collared shirt and khakis. He had a nametag that read, “Flash” and he was moving very, very slowly. Upon hearing Clawhauser talk to him, he slowly blinked and turned his head to face him. It took him a whole minute before he answered him.
“Hello…”
“Can you tell me-”
“...how can I help you…”
“Can you tell-”
“...officer?”
Clawhauser took a deep breath and waited to make sure he was done talking before trying again. “Can you tell me about if you saw a hot rodder drive by here? It is very important.”
“I did not...”
“Are you-”
“...see anything…”
“Are you-”
“...at all.”
“...Are you sure?” asked Clawhauser again.
“Yes,” he answered. Clawhauser waited to make sure he didn’t have anything else to add on, but this time he answered with a single word.
“Then he got away,” groaned Clawhauser. “But not like it was my fault he gave us the slip. I’m still gonna get chewed out for what I did do though. All things considered, I don’t think things are all that bad.” Starting to walk back to the precinct, Clawhauser didn’t noticed the banana peel in his path. He stepped on it and slipped, falling forward onto the ground. There was a crack and unbearable pain. Clawhauser was in such agony, he couldn’t even let out a cry.
“So, let me get this straight,” paused Nick. “You went through all that, even hanging onto the hood of the car and going through that alleyway, granted I’m sure you exaggerated some of that too, and were able to walk away from all that without a scratch. But then you slipped on a banana peel and got hurt?”
Ironic, but true,” admitted Clawhauser.
“How bad was it?” asked Judy.
“The doctors said I had some fractures in my ankle,” he explained. “Nothing that wouldn’t heal in six months, but till then I had to wear an ankle brace and avoid any running. Can you believe it? My first day and I managed to screw up that badly.”
“I doubt Chief Bogo took much pity on what happened to you either,” added Judy.
“He chewed me up something fierce. Suspended me for a month on top of that. You can imagine how torn up I was at that. And that was likely the moment that changed my whole life.”
“You mean,” said Nick giving Clawhauser’s belly a poke.
“Heheh, yeah,” he chuckled. “And quite the weird dream sequence happened too.”
“Dream sequence?” repeated Judy as she and Nick looked at one another and wondered if they should be concerned.
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Chapter 4
“Is the race gonna start soon?” asked Clawhauser eagerly in the police cruiser. From how much he was fidgeting, he was like a little kid on his way to an amusement park.
“Shouldn’t start for at least another ten minutes,” Fangmeyer explained rubbing his paws together to keep them warm. “They won’t get to use for a while since they are starting in the center of the city before coming here. So we’ve got a half an hour to freeze our butts off.”
“Guess that’s why they call this place ‘Tundra Town,’” he chuckled. “So, what should we do in the meantime?”
“A little food would be nice,” admitted Fangmeyer taking out his lunch bag and retrieving a thermos of piping hot soup. He poured some in the cup top and slowly sipped it up. He let out a sigh of delight. “It’s almost scary how well the Mrs. knows just what I need when I need it, not that I’m complaining, mind you. What did your, heh, landlady bring you?”
“A sandwich, some chocolate milk… and I think about a dozen donuts,” answered Clawhauser.
“A dozen donuts?” whistled Fangmeyer with surprise. “Lucky you. Care to share?”
“Help yourself,” offered Clawhauser giving him the bag of donuts after taking out the sandwich and chocolate milk. “This will be plenty for me.”
“Uh, any reason you don’t want to eat the donuts?” questioned Fangmeyer.
“I am on a strict diet and I can’t have anything like that,” he answered.
“Not even one?” asked Fangmeyer. “I mean everyone cheats on their diets at least once in awhile and you don’t strike me as the type to stick to a diet because you are that diligent with it. Is there another reason you don’t want to eat any?”
“Nope, none,” answered Clawhauser as he started to fiddle with the radio and attempt to find a station. Fangmeyer’s expression showed he didn’t believe what he was saying.
“Birds don’t just fly, they fall down and get up,” began playing on the radio and quickly got Clawhauser’s attention.
“Oh, it’s that new number one hit from Gazelle,” he squealed excitedly. “I just know she’s gonna be big.”
“Sounds like you really like her,” chuckled Fangmeyer. “You sound just like a giddy fanboy.”
“Well, maybe I got a bit overly excited for a moment,” he admitted. “But no big deal.”
“If you say so,” said Fangmeyer trying one of the donuts as they listened to the rest of the song.
A short while later, with their lunch eaten along with only a couple donuts, the police radio finally came on. “Calling Team Frosty,” another officer called. “The race is underway and we are in hot pursuit of the drivers. I repeat, we are in pursuit! Do you copy?”
“Roger,” answered Fangmeyer. “We hear you loud and clear. We are ready for any that reach Tundra Town.”
“Finally some action!” cheered Clawhauser trying his best to remain professional.
“We’ve managed to cut off the cars from tenth to eighth place, but the others managed to make it into Tundra Town. I hope you’re ready cause they are coming in fast.”
Suddenly, a red car zoomed down the street past Clawhauser and Fangmeyer’s police cruiser and was almost out of sight in seconds. It was several seconds later that more cars zoomed after it and a couple more seconds before more police cars came too in pursuit.
“Could have given us a little more warning than that,” groaned Fangmeyer as he got his seatbelt fastened and turned the car on. “Hang on rookie, time for some action.”
“I’m all pumped for it,” Clawhauser replied as he got out of the car and did some warm up stretches.
“What are you doing?” snapped Fangmeyer. “We have to go now. We don’t have time for this!”
“Always gotta stretch before a run,” Clawhauser reminded him. “Don’t wanna pull anything when you start running.”
“Running?” he questioned. “You don’t chase a car on foot!”
“I know, which is why I’m going to cut them off,” he explained and bolted off like lightning leaving Fangmeyer stunned.
“Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute,” interrupted Judy. “You ran after a bunch of speeding cars?”
“Yup,” Clawhauser chuckled. “Pretty cool, huh? I was something else back then wasn’t I?”
“You sure aren’t what you are now,” agreed Nick.
“But didn’t you realize how stupid you were being?” she questioned him. “You were a new officer with no idea just what you were getting into and you just ran out like you could take on the world on your own.”
“Now doesn’t that sound like a certain bunny cop we all know and love,” commented Nick.
“I did nothing of the sort when I first started out,” retorted Judy.
“You mean you weren’t overly eager to prove yourself more than a meter maid and resulted in you chasing a weasel through Little Rodentia?”
“Well, I wasn’t a meter maid,” Judy reminded them.
“And you used questionable tactics to recruit an innocent civilian to aid you,” Nick added.
“First, that was you,” Judy pointed out. “And ‘innocent?’ Ha! That’s your funniest joke yet.”
“And let’s not forget your investigation that put the entire city in a panic that predators could go savage at any moment and nearly ended Zootopia as we know it,” finished Nick.
Just raised a paw in objection, but she suddenly found herself for a loss of anything to say to counter him. Instead, she turned back to Clawhauser. “Uh, so you were attempting to chase down the cars on foot?”
“No, I was attempting to head them off,” he corrected her as he resumed his story.
Clawhauser dashed down the frigid district of Tundra town, his breathing leaving a trail behind him as he ran. Upon reaching the end of the block he spotted the lead car zooming down the other street and quickly the cheetah followed. Behind him he could hear the roaring engines of the other racers trying to catch first place as well as well as the sirens of the police cars as they were in hot pursuit.
“I can let them handle the slowpokes,” figured Clawhauser not even bothering to turn back to see. “I’ll catch the leader.”
Running as quickly as he could on the icy ground, Clawhauser quickly met his match in this hotshot racer as he couldn’t manage to gain any ground on him at all. He was able to dodge around any cars in his way and even when he turned at intersections he was able to gracefully drift in just the right way to take them without even needing to reduce his speed. In fact, if Clawhauser hadn’t been giving it his all in the pursuit he’d have never been able to keep up.
“And they thought a police cruiser could keep up with him,” laughed Clawhauser still running strong. “There is no way, but how do I close the gap?” Thinking back to the route of the race, he quickly recalled the drive around the lake just as it came into view. It was quite vast and spanned quite a large chunk of Tundra Town. The surface shined brightly like a mirror as it was mostly frozen over. Around the perimeter were warning signs with pictures of hippos, rhinos, and elephants on it cautioning heavier animals to avoid approaching the lake. As the hot rodder continued to drive, he stayed on the path of the course and started his drive around it. On the other hand, Clawhauser kept running straight towards the lake and onto the frozen surface where he began to slide across it.
“A car would be too heavy to cross this,” smiled Clawhauser as he raced to cut off the racer. “I’ll beat him to the other side of the lake easily.”
Skating across the ice, Clawhauser ran past a few polar bears, wolves, and even a couple of tigers ice fishing. As he neared the middle of the lake he saw some new warning signs this time indicating the ice was too thin for bears, wolves, and lions to go any further. Clawhauser ignored the warning confident that he wouldn’t break the ice. This time he ran around some beavers, hares, and several other medium to small-sized animals. He could hear the ice creaking beneath his paws as he moved, but he was so quick that any damage he made to the ice was minor.
However, as he reached the center of the lake the warnings were not permitting any animals to proceed at all. As Clawhauser approached this sign he could already tell the danger he was in as each step broke off the chunk of ice his paw pressed against. But quickly moving, he managed to avoid falling into the frigid water. Still not giving up on pursuing his target, Clawhauser didn’t hesitate to run across the dangerously thin ice. The more ice he broke off, the weaker it became all around him to the point he was now running atop floating plates of ice that cracked to pieces and sank the instant he stepped on them.
His feet sank in the icy water for a second, chilling him down to the bone and making them quickly go numb. Ignoring this, Clawhauser hurried himself back onto thicker ice and safety. As he continued his pursuit, many of the ice fishers had watched him daringly run across the thin ice and saw the huge hole he had left in the center of the frozen lake.
“Is that guy nuts?” wondered a wolf. “He could have gotten himself killed.”
“I think he had on a ZPD uniform,” a rabbit commented. “So he was a cop?”
“Crazy cop,” added the wolf.
“Still kind of awesome that he managed to make it across the ice like that,” stated a polar bear.
“Crazy cool maybe,” said the wolf.
As Clawhauser returned to the road he was now just behind the racer, close enough to be able to see the bumper stickers on his fender. “Almost got him,” he panted leaning in to grab his spoiler. The thought of what to do once he caught him hadn’t quite yet registered in his head yet. Claws about ready to grab on, the car suddenly swerved out of the way to avoid an oncoming truck. Too focused on his prey, Clawhauser hadn’t even noticed it till then, but fortunately his reflexes were quick and helped him spring away just in time to land safely in a snowbank.
“Whoa, that was close,” gasped Clawhauser dusting the snow off of him and quickly turning his attention back to the racer who was already entering into the tunnel leading into the Rainforest District now. A few more of the racers were soon to follow, though fewer than before. Looking back, he could see the other cops managed to catch the ones at the back of the pack and were leaving the rest to the roadblocks ahead.
“If after all this I have nothing to show for it Chief Bogo is gonna tan my hide,” worried Clawhauser. “Can’t let them get away from me now!”
Zooming off once more, Clawhauser pursued the racers into the Rainforest District. Immediately, the warm tropical weather began to dispel the chill running over his body. As he exited the tunnel, he came upon the tropical area, a vast contrast to the frozen one he just left. It was full of greenery everywhere and a sprinkler system was installed all over to help keep the area constantly wet and rainy. Bridges were used to connect the different parts of the area together and it even had cable cars to help the residents to travel from canopy to canopy.
Looking around, Clawhauser searched for where the racers currently were and found they had put on quite a bit of distance. They had already reached the next roadblock that managed to stop the racer in the back and have a group of cars chase after the ones still on the run.
“Gotta catch up again,” pondered Clawhauser looking around for some type of shortcut. A long, nearby vine caught his eye and immediately an idea came to mind. Taking a few steps back, he ran forward and leapt at it, grabbing on and swinging with it towards another vine. He sprang from that vine onto the next one and so on as he raced after the cars Tarzan style.
“You went swinging from vines?” questioned Judy. “I don’t care how great an athlete you were, you can’t possibly expect me to believe that was even physically possible, right Nick?”
“Don’t look at me, Carrots,” he replied. “My belief is still suspended.”
“I might be exaggerating things a little bit,” admitted Clawhauser. “But I was still a rookie out to prove myself at the time.”
“So then the swinging with the vines?” she asked.
“Well, I did swing from at least one vine,” Clawhauser confessed.
“And what about the frozen lake?” wondered Nick.
“Uh, it might have been more of an ice field than a lake,” he rephrased. “But it was cold and I did break through some frozen puddles. Brrr, just thinking about it makes my paws feel cold. Oh, but then I made it to Sahara Central where I had to run through a terrible sandstorm.” Judy just looked at him as skeptical as ever. “Well, I did get sand in my eyes so it was hard to see. Uh, why don’t I just skip on over to the end of this part… unless you wanna hear about how I saved Little Rodentia from the giant donut of doom.”
“That was me,” said Judy.
“You sure?” he asked. “Cause I think if it involved a donut I’d have been involved.”
“Wasn’t this back when you didn’t like donuts?” reminded Nick.
“Oh, yeah,” he laughed and nommed on another donut. “Uh, well after running all over Zootopia, the race finally reached the main part of the city once more...”
“The lead car is mine,” panted Clawhauser hanging onto the back of the vehicle desperately. Looking behind him, he saw the other racers had already been apprehended. “You might reach the finish line, but I’m going to be the winner here!” Looking ahead, Clawhauser saw one final police blockage set up right at the finish line. “And you’re trapped too! There is no way out!” Quickly, the car came to a screeching halt tossing Clawhauser into the air before backing up to retreat down a different street. Clawhauser landed atop the hood of the car and dug his claws into it to hold on for dear life. “Except for that,” groaned Clawhauser sore from his short flight. He tried to look at the driver inside, but he couldn’t see through the dark windshield.
Upon reaching another intersection, the racer turned and drove down it while the police attempted to pursue. Clawhauser held on tight unable to do anything beyond go along for the ride. The cops did their best to try and keep up, but with the path of the race no longer there to guide them, the racer, suddenly making sharp turns, became even more difficult for them to anticipate and bit by bit he put distance on between them.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” groaned Clawhauser from his wild ride. He took a look to see where the perp was heading next and bit his lip in fright as he was driving towards an alleyway that was clearly too narrow for his car to fit in. “Are you nuts? You’re gonna get us both killed!”
Clawhauser shouted at the dark windshield, but didn’t get a response. The driver just sped up more as he came closer to the alley. Almost there, one of his front wheels hit the curve and lifted his car up on one side as he entered the alleyway giving him just barely enough room to drive through it at a forty five degree angle. Upon making it to the other side, the car slowed to a stop. Clawhauser was still somehow on the car, but the shock he endured had left him unconscious.
“Wha- what happened?” wondered Clawhauser when he finally awoke. Looking around he was still at the other end of the alleyway, but the racecar was nowhere in sight. Getting up, Clawhauser started to panic. “Oh, geeze, did he get away? Bogo is gonna kill me if I don’t have anything after what just happened.” Frantically searching around, Clawhauser hoped for some kind of lead and quickly spotted a nearby citizen, a sloth.
“Excuse me, sir,” he called and hurried over. He saw he was wearing a green collared shirt and khakis. He had a nametag that read, “Flash” and he was moving very, very slowly. Upon hearing Clawhauser talk to him, he slowly blinked and turned his head to face him. It took him a whole minute before he answered him.
“Hello…”
“Can you tell me-”
“...how can I help you…”
“Can you tell-”
“...officer?”
Clawhauser took a deep breath and waited to make sure he was done talking before trying again. “Can you tell me about if you saw a hot rodder drive by here? It is very important.”
“I did not...”
“Are you-”
“...see anything…”
“Are you-”
“...at all.”
“...Are you sure?” asked Clawhauser again.
“Yes,” he answered. Clawhauser waited to make sure he didn’t have anything else to add on, but this time he answered with a single word.
“Then he got away,” groaned Clawhauser. “But not like it was my fault he gave us the slip. I’m still gonna get chewed out for what I did do though. All things considered, I don’t think things are all that bad.” Starting to walk back to the precinct, Clawhauser didn’t noticed the banana peel in his path. He stepped on it and slipped, falling forward onto the ground. There was a crack and unbearable pain. Clawhauser was in such agony, he couldn’t even let out a cry.
“So, let me get this straight,” paused Nick. “You went through all that, even hanging onto the hood of the car and going through that alleyway, granted I’m sure you exaggerated some of that too, and were able to walk away from all that without a scratch. But then you slipped on a banana peel and got hurt?”
Ironic, but true,” admitted Clawhauser.
“How bad was it?” asked Judy.
“The doctors said I had some fractures in my ankle,” he explained. “Nothing that wouldn’t heal in six months, but till then I had to wear an ankle brace and avoid any running. Can you believe it? My first day and I managed to screw up that badly.”
“I doubt Chief Bogo took much pity on what happened to you either,” added Judy.
“He chewed me up something fierce. Suspended me for a month on top of that. You can imagine how torn up I was at that. And that was likely the moment that changed my whole life.”
“You mean,” said Nick giving Clawhauser’s belly a poke.
“Heheh, yeah,” he chuckled. “And quite the weird dream sequence happened too.”
“Dream sequence?” repeated Judy as she and Nick looked at one another and wondered if they should be concerned.
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